Chapter 28 Chapter 28 "He's in love with you."...
"Lingjue Pavilion." He murmured it again, and suddenly laughed, "Miss, you want to move to Lingjue Pavilion?"
"It's nothing wrong, Huaijin." Song Yaojie looked at him. Gu Zhi was leaning over to help her apply the medicine. The two of them were so close that she almost whispered, "Besides practicing, you also have to take care of the affairs on the mountain. Her being here every day will only delay your rest."
"Junior Brother Xuanbai has no burdens, finds training easy, and loves to have fun. Miss Chu will be better off with him, both for you and for her."
Gu Zhi just lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.
Nan Qiongshuang took the small medicine bottle that Asong handed to her and waited for his reply.
Two or three petals fluttered and swirled down.
After waiting for a long time, he didn't reply.
Nan Qiong Shuang nodded calmly and said, "I will take my leave and not disturb you two any longer."
"Miss Chu." He suddenly said.
Nan Qiongshuang turned around and looked at him.
Gu Zhi's expression remained unchanged, his eyes lowered in thought. "No."
Nan Qiongshuang blinked. A startled magpie darted out from the blossoms and flew away, flapping its wings.
Song Yaojie exclaimed in surprise: "Huai Jin...!"
Gu Zhi said calmly, "The girl's poison took effect a few days ago, and I used a Huiyuan Pill to save her. My father is in seclusion right now, and I'm the only one on the mountain with the authority to mobilize the Tibetan Medicine Pavilion."
"For the girl's own good, just in case, no."
"Hui Yuan Dan..." Song Yaojie was shocked. "Hui Yuan Dan? You actually gave her a Hui Yuan Dan?! Gu Huaijin, you know how precious that thing is—and you actually gave it to her?!"
Gu Zhi just remained silent, released Song Yaojie's calf, and screwed the small medicine bottle shut.
"Lust really blinds one's mind—" She was so angry that her whole body was shaking, her calves resting on the stone bench were trembling, and her voice was broken.
"Senior Sister." Gu Zhi stood up, with the sleeves of his wide robe folded behind him. "Miss Chu is just my guest. She will leave the mountain after three months."
"I'm taking care of Miss Chu simply because she was implicated by me that day, and I have no choice but to do my part. There's nothing else to it."
His expression was cold, and he nodded politely, "I hope Senior Sister doesn't misunderstand."
Then he said to Nan Qiong Shuang, "Miss Chu, it's safer for you to stay with me. Don't worry about other things."
Although he was talking to her, he didn't look into her eyes. He was just staring at her collarbone, as if she had eyes there.
After he finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his room without even saying a word of greeting.
Song Yaojie's face was as gloomy as water and she was silent for a long time.
His thin body was like a plum branch, stubborn and proud, his sleeves swaying gently in the mountain breeze.
When he turned around again, his face, which usually seemed cold and aloof, was filled with a fierce aura.
"I never thought that the Young Master would give you the mountain-suppressing medicine. You are truly a distinguished guest in the mountain." She sneered, "In that case, please sit down, young lady. I was rude to you earlier."
Nan Qiong Shuang glanced at her expression, and for a moment she felt a rare sense of fear.
She refused to sit.
Song Yaojie made an invitation gesture with her palm, "Please sit down, young lady."
Gu Zhi was not at home, and after repeated invitations, she could not refuse, so she sat down reluctantly.
Song Yaojie said, "Young lady, please stretch out your hand so I can see it."
Nan Qiongshuang extended a pair of hands.
In the dim lantern light, Song Yaojie glanced at it for a moment and ordered, "Bring the silver needle."
Nan Qiong Shuang knew what she was going to do.
He was going to torture her under the pretext of popping the blisters.
As expected, Song Yaojie said, "Miss, your hand is injured, and you're worried that it's inconvenient for you to apply the medicine yourself. I wasn't very hospitable to you before, so why don't you let me make amends today and apply the medicine for you?"
Without giving her a chance to reply, he raised his eyes and asked, "Are you afraid of pain, girl?"
Nan Qiongshuang nodded with tears in her eyes, feeling aggrieved.
Song Yaojie got what she wanted and smiled, "Just bear with it. Pop the blisters and squeeze out the exudate, and it will heal faster."
He lowered his eyes, picked up a silver needle from the wooden tray, and roasted it over the flickering candle flame.
He held the small silver needle and thrust it hard into the blister on her fingertip.
Nan Qiong Shuang said with tears in her eyes: "It hurts!"
Wu Dao let out a thunderous laugh that shook the earth and mountains in her ears.
Nan Qiong Shuang felt irritated when she heard him laugh, shedding tears while trying to avoid him, "Senior Sister, no, it hurts..."
Song Yaojie pinched her wrist and was particularly satisfied with her reaction. She smiled coldly, "Girl, bear with it."
He grabbed her hand and pinched the blister that had just been popped.
The fluid trickled down and dripped from her fingers.
She could only endure the pain, not that it didn't really hurt, especially when Song Yaojie pinched her so hard that she felt as if her fingers were being crushed. She frowned and said, "It hurts... Senior Sister, why do you have to..."
"I have to do this." Song Yaojie smiled, drained the exudate, and continued to pinch the burned area.
Nan Qiong Shuang sneered in her heart.
She actually thought that such a little thing could torture her.
It hurts, but it's nothing to her.
She was used to ignoring her body's reactions.
Looking at Song Yaojie's still smug expression, Nan Qiongshuang just felt it was really boring.
"After squeezing out the exudate, you also need to cut the dead skin so that it will heal faster." As he said this, he waved his hand and handed over a pair of large, shining scissors.
Nan Qiong Shuang shivered professionally and curled up into a ball.
Wu Dao burst into laughter again, slapping his head and beating his chest.
"Don't be afraid, girl." The blister could be popped with a pair of scissors, but he had to do it bit by bit right under her nose.
Just to torture her.
Looking at Song Yaojie's fierce yet pleased eyes in the lantern light, she was understanding and cried loudly, "No, Senior Sister—it hurts—no, no—"
While crying, she used her free sleeve to hide the fearless look in her eyes, secretly observing Gu Zhi's reaction in the room.
She was crying so loudly that the young master of the Tianshan Sect, who had profound internal skills, should have heard it even if he covered his ears.
But the door remained closed and did not open.
She lowered her eyes and watched Song Yaojie's tears rolling down her cheeks.
She wondered in her heart, was Gu Zhi really planning to leave her alone?
Why?
In recent days, when had she ever offended him? Even last night, because she had been getting closer to Li Xuanbai, he had retorted to Li Xuanbai and even drew his sword and pointed it at his neck.
How come his attitude towards her has completely changed after just one night?
She was out on errands last night and was seen by him?
She was shocked and confused, and just stared blankly and shed tears.
Song Yaojie thought she was so frightened that she was numb and couldn't even scream. She was also afraid that if she cried too much, it would make Gu Zhi unhappy even if she had a grand title, so she decided to stop.
Song Yaojie stood up and said, "Alright." She cleared the needles on the table and said, "A Song, help the girl apply the medicine. It's getting late, I'm going home."
Nan Qiong Shuang was already feeling irritated. After perfunctorily dealing with Song Yaojie, she didn't have the heart to continue acting with Ah Song in the courtyard. She said, "No need. Since Senior Sister has almost cured the disease, I will go back and apply the medicine myself. I won't bother you guys."
Then he went back to the house.
Sitting at the table, he didn't have the heart to apply medicine. Looking at the pair of hands covered with red marks only made him feel more upset. So he supported his forehead with the edge of his palm, closed his eyes, and took a long breath.
Wu Dao: "Upset?"
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Nonsense."
Wu Dao chuckled: "Because that Gu didn't give you medicine? And didn't take care of you?"
Although the tone was relaxed, Nan Qiong Shuang could sense a sinister undertone.
Testing her. Zi Ni's words really made the dog smell something.
"Are you crazy?" She turned around impatiently and looked around the empty room. "You spend the whole day plotting to kill someone, and yet you're upset because they didn't treat you. Isn't that crazy?"
She commented briefly: "If you have a sick brain, just die quickly."
Wu Dao still had a greedy grin in her ears.
Suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder.
Nan Qiong Shuang felt a weight on her shoulders and tilted her head.
Mist Blade stood beside her, a surprisingly large man, holding a small spoon that looked ridiculous in his rock-like hands.
"Don't bother me." Afraid of being overheard, he revealed his true form but used a secret voice transmission. "I saw it, you did a good job."
"Let me ask you," she said with a serious look, "are you sure no one followed you when you went out on errands last night?"
"No one can escape my eyes." He spread his hands smugly and shook his head.
Bullshit. You're the hardest to hide, even though you're as tall as a mountain. Nan Qiongshuang cursed in her heart.
"Then why did Gu Zhi leave me aside again? And what did Song Yaojie say to him?"
"Neglected?" Wu Dao held the spoon in his mouth, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then said meaningfully, "He didn't ignore you."
Suddenly he smiled, his eyes teasing and sinister, with a hint of praise:
"He's in love with you."
Nan Qiong Shuang frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
"Seriously," he said, crossing his hands behind his head and shaking his legs nonchalantly, "I saw it. Didn't I even look at you in the yard? But after I got back, I stared at you from the window for a long time."
"Avoiding in front of people, staring at them from behind. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that look—"
Nan Qiong Shuang stood there in a daze.
Wu Dao laughed teasingly, "Trust me. You haven't seen his expression."
"Nan Qiong Shuang—you are truly committing a sin."
After saying that, he glanced at Nan Qiong Shuang's shocked expression, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the shadow of the trees outside the window.
Nan Qiongshuang hurried to the window and looked at Gu Zhi's room.
The door was closed, the branches of flowers were swaying, and there was no one in front of the window.
She turned around, looked at the place where Wu Dao had just stood, and rolled her eyes impatiently.
Running so fast, as if in a hurry to die.
Before she could ask - how do you know whether he is looking at me or Song Yaojie?
*
Gu Zhi had been acting very strangely these days. Aside from going out to practice martial arts and handle official business, he stayed locked up in his room all day, never coming out.
She originally wanted to wait in the yard, looking for an opportunity to invite him to drink, play chess, and talk, but he stayed in the room all day long. Even if he happened to meet her in the yard, he would just nod and say hello, then walk away.
She wasn't even given the chance to say a second word.
According to Asong, he was copying scriptures in his room these days.
"The Young Master has become increasingly interested in Buddhist principles recently. Besides practicing, he often discusses Buddhist teachings with his uncle. A few days ago, he even retrieved from the library a secret sutra personally taught by Zen Master Dahui decades ago, and he recites it daily in his study." Ah Song, holding the bamboo slips, nodded politely. "The uncle once said that the Young Master was born with a natural talent for wisdom."
She pursed her lips and stepped back, "So." She glanced at the figure in white working at the desk in front of the window, then turned and went back to her room.
It's funny that he wants to become a monk.
With such a beautiful woman by his side, why would he become a monk? If she told anyone about it, she would be laughed at by the people in the Paradise Hall.
He hurried a few steps impatiently, but stopped in front of the door.
A few petals drifted onto the steps.
She looked at the stairs and thought to herself.
Have to try again.
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