Chapter 27 Chapter 27 "Why don't I move in with Mr. Li..."
When there was a knock on the door, Nan Qiongshuang looked at the ceiling and sighed deeply.
What you fear will come true. Enemies will always meet.
Ah Song: "Miss Chu, Senior Sister asks you to stand up and ask questions."
Since Gu Zhi is not in the yard, Song Yaojie will definitely not let her go today. Even if she is dead and buried, Song Yaojie will have to dig out her coffin and see it with her own eyes.
After understanding this, Nan Qiong Shuang was too lazy to waste time with her.
He stood up, opened the door, and walked straight to Song Yaojie. He saluted with the courtesy of a servant in the mountains to his master and said, "Greetings, Senior Sister."
Song Yaojie rested her elbows on the stone table. Ah Song had already handed her a cup of tea on a porcelain plate. She turned around and took it, slowly scraping the tea foam with the cup lid. "Miss Chu has been in the mountains these days. Is the poison from You Hongchun better?"
"It has slowed down a lot." She lowered her head.
"What about the arrow wound you received that day on the mountain?"
"It's much better now."
"I see." She took a sip of tea. "I heard Miss Chu borrowed some of my Tibetan medicine to treat her injuries. You know, one of the ingredients in my Golden Wound Powder is Qilin blood, so it's only natural that she healed quickly."
She lowered her head even deeper. "I'm grateful to Senior Sister for your generosity. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to keep my life."
Song Yaojie twitched her lips.
Sipping his tea again, he said calmly, "Show me the wound. Let me take a look."
Nan Qiong Shuang was stunned. Her injury was on her shoulder, and they were currently in the courtyard, surrounded by busy servants coming and going. How could she possibly examine her shoulder injury in the courtyard?
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Senior Sister... I'm afraid it's not convenient here. Please follow me back to the room."
Song Yaojie curved her lips. That wasn't a smile, but a smile that showed contempt, yet a pretense of being well-educated, mocking her lack of self-awareness, yet also deliberately making things difficult for her.
"Go back to the house? Miss Chu, you don't know my temper. I like my windows and tables to be clean and spotless. No one else can touch my things, and no one else can enter my room."
He nodded politely: "So, I'm not willing to set foot in all places."
Nan Qiong Shuang laughed in her heart.
Pack.
If your baby Gu Huaijin is in my room, and you don’t step in, I will write my name backwards.
She bowed again and said calmly, "Not here."
He was submissive and refused outright.
What is there to be afraid of? If she really dared to hurt her, it would be easier for her to act out a sad story in front of Gu Zhi.
Song Yaojie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly she was shocked and angry. No one on the mountain had ever dared to contradict her. For a moment, she even laughed out of anger, "No?"
He said to Qi Zhu who was waiting behind him, "Hold her down and expose her shoulders."
Just as Qi Zhu was about to step forward, Ah Song stepped forward and stood in front of Nan Qiong Shuang. "Big Sister, this is the Muxue Courtyard where the Young Master resides, and Miss Chu is his guest. I'm afraid this isn't appropriate under the Young Master's nose."
"Inappropriate? What's inappropriate?" Song Yaojie's face was as cold as frost and snow. "Do you think I'm deliberately making things difficult for her? What a joke. The guests on the mountain were injured because of my people, and they used my medicine. I wanted to see Miss Chu's injuries. What's wrong?"
She glared at Nan Qiong Shuang coldly and said with a smile, "Hasn't Huai Jin already seen everything? You just treat these servants as grass and trees. The master of the courtyard has seen everything, so why can't you see the grass and trees in the courtyard?"
Nan Qiong Shuang was still standing there, stammering and motionless.
Last time, Song Mei died unclearly because of her, and she even made up stories about Song Yaojie in front of Gu Zhi. Now, they have a falling out.
Song Yaojie was so aggressive that even though Asong wanted to calm things down, he didn't dare to step forward to persuade her.
Seeing her silent, Song Yaojie laughed, "Why, now you know the rules of propriety and righteousness? You've been living in Huaijin's room for so long, and now you're worried about propriety and righteousness?"
Nan Qiong Shuang replied, "I moved to Muxueyuan at Master Gu's request. If it weren't for Master Gu's request, I wouldn't be able to come."
Song Yaojie laughed, probably because she thought she was underestimating her own importance. "I know what kind of person Huaijin is. He's just being polite. But you, young lady," she tapped her fingers on the edge of the table, "are you taking his politeness so seriously?"
Ah Song quietly tugged at her sleeve. Nan Qiong Shuang understood the meaning: just say less and let her scold you.
So he lowered his head and said nothing.
Song Yaojie continued to talk to herself. The stone bench had no back, but she sat with her back straight and shoulders erect.
"I forgot about that, but now that you've mentioned it, I've finally remembered that you're such a nice person. My Golden Wound Powder is made with Qilin blood and is specifically for important people in the mountain. Who are you, young lady, to dare to use it just because someone gave it to you?"
Nan Qiong Shuang did not answer.
Song Yaojie frowned and said contemptuously, "Is this something you should use?"
Nan Qiong Shuang laughed in her heart. If she knew that Gu Zhi gave her a Huiyuan Pill to save her, she would probably be so angry that her brain would boil and her eyes would roll back into her head.
After saying these words, even though Song Yaojie still had a thousand curses in her heart, she knew that she had lost her composure today, and was afraid that when Gu Zhi returned to his room, he would be unhappy, so she decided not to lose her composure any further.
She said, "Forget it. It doesn't matter if you don't let me see it. It's your own injury anyway."
He waved his hand and let Nan Qiong Shuang go down.
Nan Qiong Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.
But suddenly he was called again.
Song Yaojie lifted the lid of her tea and skimmed off the foam. "When will Miss Chu's poison be cured? When do you plan to leave the mountain?"
Nan Qiongshuang lowered her eyes and slowly clenched her five fingers in her sleeves.
Are you going to kick her out now?
But it won't be that easy.
She said respectfully, "These matters still require asking Mr. Qu Shu before we can know."
Song Yaojie tapped her fingers on the table, "Young lady, please be more self-aware and think carefully about everything. Huaijin is a man, and living with you will cause many inconveniences. Do you really need Huaijin to explain these things?"
Nan Qiong Shuang lowered her head in silence.
Song Yaojie lowered her eyes and drank her tea, "Go down."
Nan Qiong Shuang bowed, turned back to the house, closed the window, and lay down on the couch.
What was said just now fell on deaf ears.
Song Yaojie? Who the hell is she?
If she cares about a word, she is sick.
Her head still hurt, and she closed her eyes in a daze, thinking, I might as well go to sleep.
*
When I woke up again, it was almost dusk.
The distant mountains outside the window were reduced to a continuous, pitch-black shadow, orange mingling with lemon yellow, spreading across the rolling, uninterrupted mountain range. Slender, crimson clouds stretched across the distant sky, like a sheet of rice paper coated in gold powder and cinnabar, folding in the air.
Flocks of returning birds chirp as they enter the forest.
Nan Qiongshuang slowly opened her eyes and looked at the orange afterglow on the ceiling that was filtered into grids by the window lattices.
Finally I have rested and my headache is gone.
She sat up and sighed.
Hangovers are bad for your health.
Looking out the window, I saw that the ground lamps in the courtyard had been lit, and there seemed to be a few paper lanterns placed next to the stone table. However, the shadows of the trees blocked my view, so I couldn't see the person at the stone table.
Just as she was about to get up and look out the window from a different angle, she felt her hand on the edge of the couch, and she gasped in pain.
She looked at her injured and red fingers indifferently. After a long time, several blisters had formed.
This little pain was nothing to her. She actually forgot about the pain and slept peacefully for the whole day.
Only then did she remember that Asong had promised her that he would give her the hemostatic powder even if it was of inferior quality.
It hasn’t been delivered yet.
The pain was a minor issue; she was only afraid of leaving a scar. Even if Gu Zhi didn't mind, she still had another man to deal with, and scars were a must.
So, he got up and left the hospital.
As soon as the door was opened, they saw Song Yaojie sitting on a stone bench under the blossoming tree with falling petals, surrounded by bright lights, by the stone table where they had drunk, talked and played chess together last night. Her slender calves were half exposed, and she was resting her feet on another stone bench nearby.
Gu Zhi was standing in the glow of falling petals, with his head lowered. He held her slender calf in his hand and carefully applied medicine to her.
Her long hair was draped all over her body, and in his broad palm, the jade-like calf was just a slender fist.
Half of a lotus-pink foot was resting on the stone bench where Gu Zhi was sitting.
One is like jade, the other is like frost.
They are quite compatible.
Nan Qiongshuang looked at the scene and smiled barely perceptibly.
He stood there without moving for a long time.
For a moment she didn't know whether she should go forward.
Today, even though she had already been given the Golden Wound Powder, she asked Gu Zhi to take it away.
Song Yaojie mocked her again for having no self-awareness.
If she comes forward this time, will Gu Zhi pay attention to her?
If he treated her coldly as before, she would feel very embarrassed in front of Song Yaojie.
She suddenly remembered that before she went up the mountain, the only person who could match Song Yaojie was Gu Zhi; and perhaps the only person who could match Gu Zhi was Song Yaojie.
They know each other well, have similar personalities, and form a perfect pair. When two people are together, it seems that others cannot even get a word in.
No wonder Song Yaojie treated her with such hostility.
She smiled, shrugged, and walked forward.
With her swollen hands carefully folded in front of her, she timidly approached, "...Sir."
Gu Zhi raised his eyes. Song Yaojie turned around and her face darkened when she saw her.
"What's wrong, girl?"
The calm tone keeps people at a distance.
He pushed her away again.
Her heart slowly sank into the water, feeling cold and stuffy, and she held out her hands to him.
"This morning... I accidentally spilled some hangover soup and burned my hand. If you have any medicine..."
There were large patches of light red marks, as if rouge had been sprinkled on the hands.
A lot of blisters have appeared, they are swollen, transparent and round.
Gu Zhi watched with lowered eyelashes, without saying a word.
She considered it carefully, hoping to detect a little heartache, or pity, or at least some reluctance in his expression.
But no.
He was just indifferent.
He was so indifferent, as if he was not the man she met in the middle of the lake at the foot of the mountain.
He was silent for a while, his eyes glanced away from her injured hand, and then he looked carefully at Song Yaojie's calf, which had been treated with medicine, and said casually, "Wait a moment."
Song Yaojie: "Why use my medicine for such a minor injury?"
Gu Zhi: "Of course." He ordered Asong, "Get the medicine for the girl."
Seeing this, Nan Qiongshuang slowly withdrew her burned hands and hid them in her sleeves.
How boring, she thought.
Then, she raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes again: "There is one more thing I want to tell you, sir."
Gu Zhi took a look, lowered his head as usual, and went to check Song Yaojie's injuries.
Song Yaojie sneered contemptuously.
"Today, I heard what the eldest sister said to me. Living in your courtyard has caused you many inconveniences, but I didn't notice it. It's my fault. I hope you will forgive me."
She spoke with tears in her eyes, but Gu Zhi didn't even raise his eyelids.
She said, "Yesterday, I returned home with Master Li, and he specifically asked me if I wanted to move in with him."
"So, I thought, why don't I move to Master Li's Lingjue Pavilion tomorrow."
Gu Zhi suddenly raised his head.
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