Chapter 26 Chapter 26 What on earth is this man thinking? ...
But outside the window, Ah Liang reluctantly said, "That was borrowed from Senior Sister. It's the best Jinchuang Powder on the mountain. It's just a burn. You don't need it, right?"
Ah Song: "I want you to borrow it. It was originally prepared for Miss Chu. It's hard to bear to give it away right now. Go quickly."
Gu Zhi was in the room, and the more he listened, the colder his expression became.
He also remembered that the best Jinchuangsan on the mountain was kept in Song Yaojie's Shuyuzhai.
I didn't expect that it had been brought to him so early, and he didn't even know about it.
Before this, he had argued with Miss Chu in person for the sake of her, the senior sister with whom he had treated Miss Chu equally for ten years, and humiliated her in front of everyone.
Now, in order to curry favor with Miss Chu, his servants borrowed the Tibetan medicine from the senior sister's courtyard.
If the eldest sister knew, her disgust towards Miss Chu would probably deepen even more. Miss Chu had offended the eldest sister again without doing anything.
What's more, these things are not just a question of who hates whom.
In the final analysis, it was because he favored her too much, broke the rules of the sect, and caused jealousy, suspicion and discord within the sect.
Today it's Song Mei, tomorrow it's Song Yaojie. As for yesterday, I had already had a big fight with Li Xuanbai.
If this continues, the unity within the mountain will be destroyed sooner or later.
He pulled out a stool, sat at the table, pinched his brows, and sighed.
What on earth is he doing these days?
Day after day, I don't know what's going on in my head. During the day, I'm arguing with my senior sister, refusing to give in. Two days later, I'm fighting with Li Xuanbai. At night, at night—?
But in the evening, he was so angry that he laughed, and the evening became even more ridiculous.
Why on earth had he—?
There was a vague answer in his mind, but he didn't dare to think about it.
Miss Chu would only stay in the mountains for three months. Other things might be okay, but this was absolutely unacceptable.
He sneered and pressed the wound on his wrist again.
The thin and deep bloodstain, when squeezed, revealed some slightly bright blood.
No pain, just some pleasure.
He looked at his newly seeping blood, a hint of sneer on his face, and thought.
Gu Huaijin, does the position you sit in allow you to act as you please and impulsively?
Your position is too selfish, which is not good for the sect, Tianshan, her, and yourself.
You are so willful and childish, what are you doing as the leader?
He closed his eyes tiredly, sighed deeply, and rubbed his temples distractedly.
He called out, "A Song, prepare some water."
Ah Song answered from outside the window, and a moment later, he pushed open the door and came in, carrying a basin, reporting, "The sobering soup that the Young Master ordered yesterday was delivered to the young lady when she woke up this morning. She accidentally knocked it over just now, so I ordered someone to bring her another bowl, and I'll go find her some Golden Wound Powder later."
"You don't need to report these things in the future," he said. "If the girl wants it, you can give it to her. If she doesn't mention it, then forget it."
"Since the girl didn't mention it, it doesn't matter."
Upon hearing this, Asong raised his head sharply and glanced at Gu Zhi quickly.
Gu Zhi's expression remained calm, he lowered his eyes and sipped his tea.
He nodded and bowed, "Yes."
*
When Nan Qiongshuang woke up again, she felt a splitting headache.
The wine was too strong last night, and she already had a hangover. She was then shaken awake while drunk, dragged out and tossed around for a long time. When she came back and went to sleep, it was already dawn.
I didn't sleep very well, and the peach blossom wine looked refreshing but actually burned my stomach. When I stood up, the whole back of my head was aching.
She sat up with difficulty and opened the window: "I'm up, can you prepare some water to wash my face?"
Asong responded softly from under the window.
After a while, the servant came in with a copper basin filled with clean water, placed it on the washstand in the corner, and left.
She walked to the washbasin, bent over to scoop up some water, and then she realized something was wrong.
Her hands, all ten fingers, were covered with circles of red marks.
There was no need to think about it. It was because I strangled too many water snakes in the cave last night, and the silk thread was used for too long, so it strangled my hands.
This was a bit troublesome. Although the people in the mountains might not observe so carefully, even looking at her fingers carefully, if someone noticed, they would definitely become suspicious.
These red marks can't be easily explained away by simply saying "I was sewing a sachet for the young master." Needless to say, sewing alone wouldn't leave my hands this way.
While I was thinking, someone knocked on the door twice again.
Nan Qiongshuang vigilantly put her hands into her sleeves.
"Who?"
Ah Song was outside the door: "The young lady was drunk last night. The young master instructed last night that when the young lady wakes up, a bowl of sobering soup should be brought to her."
After opening the door, Asong placed the bowl on the table and nodded at her, "Be careful, young lady."
The door closed again. She washed her mouth with water in a distracted manner, sat back at the table, picked up the spoon, and absentmindedly stirred the bowl of sobering soup.
The Eight Treasures Hangover Soup was specially made, presumably because they thought she would like it. White lotus seeds, yellow orange segments, green plums, and whole walnuts and almonds—a huge bowl of the real deal, no scrimping.
He scooped the spoon down again and took out a pitted hawthorn.
The hot mist blurred her eyebrows and eyes, and her expression was unclear and difficult to distinguish.
hawthorn.
This was because he saw her making a bowl of hawthorn ice dumplings in the small kitchen that day, so he thought she liked hawthorn and put it in there.
These servants were so meticulous that they even remembered what kind of sweet soup she had made.
That Asong was originally too lazy to say a word to her.
She sighed, her expression cold in the mist, and put down the spoon.
This won't work.
Now Gu Zhi favors her, and that partiality and pity is a double-edged sword. It not only forces those who originally looked down on her to treat her with courtesy, but also pushes her to the forefront, with so many eyes watching her.
If there is even the slightest flaw, I'm afraid the already jealous people will hold on to it and won't let go until she reveals her true colors.
By then, it will be too late.
She tapped her fingers slowly on the edge of the hot bowl.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the red and green hangover soup, his expression gloomy and unclear.
*
He said he was going to get medicine, but for some reason, Asong was gone for a long time.
Her head still ached. The freshly made hangover soup was quickly brought to her. After testing it with a silver needle to confirm it was non-toxic, she reluctantly drank it, enduring the headache and burns.
I finished drinking it, but the medicine still hadn't arrived.
The burning pain in her hand was nothing to her, but her mind was not clear and she was not feeling well, so she went back to bed and closed her eyes.
Soon he fell asleep again.
In the meantime, Asong pushed the door open and placed a small green bottle on her desk. "Miss, the Golden Wound Powder is on the table."
She was so sleepy that she felt dizzy. She opened her eyes a little and saw a green shadow standing on the table. She responded vaguely and fell asleep again.
When I woke up again, the small bottle on the table was gone.
She pushed open the window and asked Aliang, who was busy working under the window, "Where's the Jinchuang Powder? It was gone when I woke up. Did someone take it?"
Ah Song came over and saluted. "Young Master's point is that there are other medicines that are more suitable for the young lady's burns. The medicine originally belonged to the eldest sister, and the young master sent it back."
Sent it back?
She clearly heard Asong say "the best Jinchuangsan in the pharmacy". Is there any better medicine for burns than that little green bottle?
I had clearly brought it to her, why did you take it away from her before she could use it?
Gu Zhi’s order?
She pressed her forearm against the window and stretched her burned hand out of the window. Asong saw a large red mark, which showed that she had been severely burned.
He repeated, "It was indeed the Young Master's order."
Even if there is no order, this is the meaning.
She said, "Okay."
Ah Song: "I'll go to the pharmacy and find some new Jinchuang Powder. Even if the ingredients aren't as precious as Senior Sister's, it's still effective for burns."
She was silent: "Sorry to bother you."
He closed the window irritably with the few fingers he could move.
What is Gu Zhi thinking?
Yesterday, he was so indifferent at noon. When he saw her sleeping in the yard, he acted as if he didn't see her and didn't even bother to remind her.
When he returned with Li Xuanbai, he was so angry again. Although he was such a good-tempered person, he actually drew his sword and pointed it at Li Xuanbai's neck.
That night, I heard that she and Li Xuanbai had played chess all afternoon. Without even asking her, he dragged her along and insisted on playing. They played chess, drank, and talked, and the game was so intense that it almost became a sea of water.
As a result, when she woke up the next day, she was not even allowed to use Jinchuangsan, which is used to treat burns.
What does he mean?
She rubbed her temples in frustration, and her already aching head became even more painful.
Yesterday, she was almost certain that he had fallen in love with her.
At that time, I was a little proud and complacent, thinking that I had accomplished the task.
As a result, when I woke up, I had to recalculate everything.
She hated in her heart, what on earth was this man thinking?
But suddenly, I heard the servants outside the window whispering together, "Big Sister."
She was startled and looked out from the yard. The servants were kneeling on the ground. Song Yaojie was tall and thin, standing in the middle like a crane, with her skirt trailing.
He looked down at her and asked, "Where is the owner of your yard?"
Ah Song was at the front and said respectfully, "Young Master is practicing martial arts at the foot of the cliff. Today we are practicing cliff climbing light skills."
Song Yaojie nodded. "Did Huaijin borrow the Jinchuang Powder from my yard a few days ago? I was injured at the foot of the waterfall just now. I happened to be passing by and came to pick it up."
Ah Song was stunned. "This... Young Master just sent someone to deliver the medicine to Senior Sister back to Shuyuzhai. It was just now. What a coincidence."
Song Yaojie sighed and shook her head. "I was caught in a whirlpool just now and scraped against a rock. My legs are not very mobile now. Send someone to get the medicine back. I'll wait here."
As he spoke, he sat down at the stone table where the two of them had played chess yesterday.
She lifted the hem of her skirt and let the wound air dry.
The calf was covered in bloody abrasions, a mess of flesh and blood, and it was shocking to see.
Nan Qiongshuang was in the house, listening to her voice, and was extremely glad that she had just been annoyed and closed the window.
Now that Gu Zhi is not in the yard, Song Yaojie has already had a big grudge with her. If she remembers that there is someone like her in this yard, she will definitely not make any trouble today.
Just as I was about to tiptoe back onto the couch, I suddenly heard Song Yaojie's clear voice asking:
"By the way, let me ask you, what kind of injury did Huai Jin suffer when he borrowed the Golden Wound Powder?"
Ah Song: "It wasn't that the Young Master was injured. It was Miss Chu who was injured by the arrow in the trap, so I took it upon myself to ask Miss Qi Zhu to borrow the medicine."
Nan Qiongshuang was helpless when she heard this, and pinched her eyebrows in impatience and pain.
What a waste. She could have made up an excuse and just lied, but she insisted on telling the truth. She wasn't the only one in trouble.
Sure enough, Song Yaojie's voice suddenly became louder:
"Chu Jiaojiao? You borrowed the medicine from my hospital just for that Chu Jiaojiao?!"
Asong pursed his lips and dared not say a word.
"Is Chu Jiaojiao in the courtyard right now?"
Asong: "Miss Chu is resting in the room."
Song Yaojie slapped the stone table and said without hesitation: "Bring her to me."
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