Chapter 53 [53]
【53】/First release
After eating, Grandpa Sun came to check Xiao Jingting's wound and change the medicine.
When the old bandage was removed and Lu Zhiwan saw the bloody arrow wound, his scalp went numb and his heart was gripped tightly. It was painful to look at.
However, the person concerned pursed his lips and said nothing.
Lu Zhiwan's gaze couldn't help but linger on his face. How could he be so patient at such a young age?
"Why is she looking at me like that?"
"I don't feel any pain, not at all."
"I don't even complain in front of her when I'm hurt."
Lu Zhiwan raised his eyebrows slightly, it turned out that this tsundere trait had existed since childhood.
Perhaps because Xiao Jingting had remained silent and calmer than most during the dressing change, Grandpa Sun failed to notice that his intelligence had regressed to that of a five-year-old. As he fixed the bandages, he praised him, "Miss Lu, your husband is truly a tough guy. In the past, I've only heard of Guan Yu scraping his bones to treat his wounds, chatting and laughing over warm wine. Today, your husband is no less capable!"
"Mr. Sun, you're so kind." Lu Zhiwan smiled awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I wonder if you can take a pulse? My husband seems to be still a little dizzy after waking up, and his memory is not very clear. Can you help him?"
Grandpa Sun was startled when he heard this, then he bowed his head in shame. "Miss Lu, you're flattering me. I'm just a small herbalist. I know a few herbs and can make a few remedies to stop bleeding and heal wounds. I'm far from a doctor who can save lives."
Having said that, seeing that Lu Zhiwan looked worried, he still walked to the couch and planned to check on Xiao Jingting.
But just as he stretched out his hand, Xiao Jingting's eyes flashed and he dodged.
Grandpa Sun was stunned: "This..."
Lu Zhiwan quickly stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile, "My husband is an introvert and doesn't like to interact with others..."
Turning to look at Xiao Jingting again, he coaxed softly, "Ayin, be obedient. Let Grandpa Sun help you."
Xiao Jingting didn't say anything, just looked at her.
Seeing that her eyes were filled with requests, he nodded softly.
Grandpa Sun watched the young couple getting along with each other and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He didn't expect that this man, who looked tall and strong with a cold face and a cold heart, was actually such a henpecked man who listened to his wife so much. It really shows that you can't judge a book by its cover.
Thinking about it, he touched Xiao Jingting's forehead and asked questions like where his head hurt, what discomfort he felt, and whether the dizziness was serious.
Xiao Jingting answered truthfully.
His answer was concise and clear. Grandpa Sun thought he was reserved and didn't think much of it. He turned to Lu Zhiwan and said, "It's probably because you were too frightened. Plus, you had a fever all night. It's normal to feel a little dizzy and uncomfortable. After that, you should get more rest and you will get better slowly."
Lu Zhiwan didn't expect that Mr. Sun could cure Xiao Jingting, but after hearing this, he smiled and thanked him.
"Miss Lu, you are too polite. Since you and your husband are awake, you can sleep in this room tonight so that you can look after each other."
After saying that, Grandpa Sun packed up his pillows and bedding and left the room.
At that time, the last rays of sunset outside the window also disappeared into the darkness.
Candles are rare in farmers' homes. A small oil lamp illuminates the small and simple house.
Lu Zhiwan glanced at Xiao Jingting, who was lying on the couch and unable to move, thought for a moment, then turned around and moved two wide chairs together.
"What is she doing?"
Doubts rang in her ears. Lu Zhiwan turned around and saw the man on the bed looking calm and composed. She couldn't help but sigh. This mind-reading skill was really good. Otherwise, just looking at the man's appearance, she would have thought that he was really born indifferent and didn't care about her at all.
"I'll take a nap in the chair tonight."
Before he asked why, she answered in advance: "The bed is too small, it's too crowded for two people to sleep on it. Besides, you are injured. If the wound is squeezed and burst, it will be terrible."
His pale, bloodless lips trembled as Xiao Jingting looked at Lu Zhiwan: "You'll feel uncomfortable sleeping on the chair."
Lu Zhiwan shrugged: "The conditions are limited, so I can only make do with it."
Xiao Jingting: "Go to bed and sleep."
Lu Zhiwan: “Ah?”
Xiao Jingting moved his body forward with difficulty, his shoulders almost touching the wall: "You are small, you can sleep well."
Lu Zhiwan: "I can sleep here, but what if I squeeze your wound? Forget it."
Xiao Jingting: "I don't move around when I sleep."
Lu Zhiwan: "...I love to move around."
It was probably because the dragon bed in the Yangxin Palace was big enough, otherwise her random and messy sleeping posture would have pushed Xiao Jingting down long ago.
Xiao Jingting was obviously choked by her answer, his brows furrowed on his cold and handsome face.
"Should I let her sleep on the chair, or should I let her tie her hands and feet and sleep on the bed?"
Lu Zhiwan: “……?”
What weird ideas are in your head?
Before the oil lamp burned out, Lu Zhiwan finally managed to sleep on the bed—mainly because the two chairs were too narrow. She tried to lie down, but the slightest movement would have made her fall off. If she really had to make do with it, she would have fallen at least a hundred or eighty times that night.
It’s better not to make things difficult for yourself.
The lights went out and the room was completely dark.
The nights in the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain are exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional rustling of leaves in the night wind and the chirping of summer insects.
Lu Zhiwan and Xiao Jingting lay side by side. It was obviously not the first time they had slept in the same bed, but for both of them, there was an indescribable awkwardness.
Lu Zhiwan: “…”
I always feel like there is a child lying next to me.
Xiao Jingting: "..."
"She smells so good."
Lu Zhiwan: “……?”
Her shoulders stiffened, and she tried to shake off the messy thoughts that popped up in her mind, blaming herself: Be a human being, he is still a child!
After an awkward silence, Lu Zhiwan spoke first: "Are you asleep?"
"not yet."
"Then let me tell you about our current situation."
Lu Zhiwan didn't know how long Xiao Jingting's condition would last, but before someone from the palace found them, he had to reach an agreement with him and ask him to cooperate and pretend to be normal to stabilize the situation.
So next, Lu Zhiwan briefly recounted Xiao Jingting's life experience and what they had encountered.
Finally, she turned her head and looked at the deep profile hidden in the darkness beside the pillow: "That's what it is. Do you understand?"
"I am the emperor now. I no longer have to suffer from hunger, cold, or being bullied."
"But Yue Niang has been dead for many years..."
"But Lu Zhiwan said that she would stay with me for the rest of my life."
His inner voice finally stopped at this sentence, and then there was no movement.
Lu Zhiwan's eyelashes trembled twice, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She also felt funny. It turned out that he didn't hear anything at all when she mentioned Zhao Wenshao, Prince Yuzhang, and the investigation into the mastermind behind the assassination?
Forget it. After all, he still has the mindset of a five-year-old child, and he just woke up. It’s hard for him to digest too much information at once. I’ll teach him slowly later.
Thinking of this, the sleepiness from the whole day came over him. Lu Zhiwan said lazily, "I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to sleep first." Then he closed his eyes.
The person next to me was silent, but a whisper reached my ears: "Go to sleep."
***
For the next three days, because Xiao Jingting was very resistant to being approached by others, Lu Zhiwan had no choice but to take care of Xiao Jingting's daily life personally, including but not limited to feeding him, giving him water, cleaning his body, and changing his dressings...
Although she was a little tired, but thinking of the friendship in which he always protected her with his life in that critical moment, Lu Zhiwan did not have many complaints in her heart. Moreover, when taking care of Xiao Jingting, she had an extra pleasure -
Tease Xiao Jingting and see him blush.
Although Xiao Jingting, who is only five years old, is smarter and calmer than his peers, he is still a child after all, and is not as expressionless as before.
What's more, Lu Zhiwan can now read his thoughts, which makes him even more powerful and can easily grasp Xiao Jingting's thoughts.
For example, now, she offered to help Xiao Jingting go to the bathroom -
"I'm your wife, and you're my husband. I've already cleaned your body before. I've seen every part of you. Why are you still shy?"
"……don't want."
"Yes, yes. It's so inconvenient for you to be alone. What if you fall?"
"I already said no."
Like a young wife being molested by a bully, a blush appeared on the man's cold, pale face. His black eyes stared angrily at the smirking Lu Zhiwan: "You did it on purpose."
Lu Zhiwan blinked innocently: "Why did I do that on purpose?"
Xiao Jingting: "..."
"This... disgusting evil woman!"
Lu Zhiwan raised his eyebrows. You ungrateful dog man, I serve you so considerately, and you still scold me?
"Forget it, if you don't want it, then don't. Who wants to help you?" She waved her hand and turned her face away: "Go by yourself."
Xiao Jingting glanced at her: "..."
"Is she angry?"
Lu Zhiwan's lips curled up slightly. You have some understanding. Come and coax me.
"But why is she angry? Is it because I didn't let her accompany me to the toilet?"
Xiao Jingting lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his eyes again, and stretched out his hand to her as if to compromise, and said in a stiff tone: "Help me."
"I don't know what her fetish is, but... let's just watch."
Lu Zhiwan: “……?”
No, why does she sound like a pervert?
Who wants to watch him go to the toilet?
"Go by yourself." Lu Zhiwan's cheeks were hot, not sure if it was out of anger or shame. He stood up from the couch and left the room in a hurry.
As he stepped out of the door, the man's inner voice was still drifting into his ears: "Strange, why is she angry again?"
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In the farmyard, Lu Zhiwan sat on a small stool, watching the little girl Yingying playing shuttlecock.
"Sister Wanwan, do you want to play with me?" Yingying's face was red from sweating from jumping, like a red apple, so cute: "I can kick 38 in one breath!"
Seeing that she was having fun, Lu Zhiwan was eager to join in, but her leg was still injured, so she could only shrug and smile: "You play, my leg can't kick."
Yingying also remembered this and pouted in disappointment: "Okay."
Suddenly, he cheered up again and encouraged Lu Zhiwan: "Don't be sad, sister Wanwan. My grandfather said that your injury will heal after some rest. Once your leg is healed, you can play shuttlecock again."
Lu Zhiwan chuckled and said, "Yes, if there's a chance, come to my house and I'll compete with you to see who kicks more."
"Sure!" Yingying agreed excitedly, then curiously asked, "Sister Wanwan, where is your home? Fairy Chang'e lives in the Moon Palace. You're as beautiful as her, so is your home as big as the Moon Palace?"
"Yes, it is indeed similar to the Moon Palace." After Lu Zhiwan answered, she suddenly realized that she had unknowingly regarded the palace as her home.
If it were in the past, her first reaction would definitely be to think of a modern home.
But now...
Her eyes were dazed, and then the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, probably because she had been tied to the Daxing Dynasty in this different time and space, and was no longer free and alone.
But speaking of the palace, this has been the fourth day that she and Xiao Jingting have been wandering in the countryside. Why haven't people from the palace come to find them yet?
Could something have happened in the palace?
Lu Zhiwan had no idea to what extent the plot gravity would be adjusted. The other party was like a huge monster lurking in the darkness. She was clearly aware of its existence and how terrifying it was, but she couldn't guess what move it would make next.
"Sister Wanwan, what are you thinking about?" Yingying's clear voice like a silver bell brought Lu Zhiwan back from his heavy thoughts.
Meeting the little girl's large, distinct black and white eyes, she feigned a relaxed smile: "Nothing. Didn't we say we were going to play shuttlecock? Go ahead and I'll count for you."
"OK!"
"one two three……"
Laughter rang out in the simple farmyard.
Xiao Jingting, who was lying quietly in the house, couldn't help but stand up and walk to the window when he heard the noise. He pushed open half of the wooden window and looked out.
As the sun sets, the evening glow is gorgeous. In the courtyard, a little yellow-haired girl, as nimble as a swallow, flies a colorful chicken-feather shuttlecock. Beneath a tall, lush sycamore tree, a young woman in coarse linen sits calmly, her eyes a smile, her palms rhythmically clapping as she counts numbers.
The faint glow of the sunset sprinkled on her fair face, as if it was evenly coated with a layer of bright rouge. She was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to look away for a moment.
That night, everything was silent.
Xiao Jingting slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the person beside him.
After a long time, he pursed his lips and quietly reached out his hand in the darkness.
His fingertips touched the warmth, he paused, and then tentatively held the fingers one by one.
When that delicate and soft thing is completely held in the palm of my hand, an extremely stable and satisfied feeling fills every corner of my heart.
"Wanwan..."
He tried to whisper.
Even though she was fast asleep and didn't respond, this intimate call still made him feel happy.
"Wanwan."
She called out again, this time more fluently than before, and as if to give him greater encouragement, he changed the way he was holding her hand to interlocking their fingers.
That night, Xiao Jingting didn't know how many times he called out "Wanwan".
In the end, he felt a little sleepy, so he leaned on Lu Zhiwan's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, looking at the man who had crawled into her bed and buried his head deep in her chest, Lu Zhiwan: “…”
Good man, you’ve learned to act like a hooligan at such a young age?
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