Chapter 29: I can’t wear women’s clothes, right? Well…it’s not impossible…
Chapter 29: You Can't Wear Women's Clothing
But this matter was indeed a bit too horrifying. This Tianji Pavilion Master, who was famous for his meticulous planning and ruthless methods, tried to sell her his body, which was one thing.
What’s even more terrifying is that this color didn’t even sell.
There seemed to be ice shards in the air, and every breath seemed to cut my throat.
For the first time, a man like him put aside those dangerous silk blades, untied that unfathomable black robe, and unreservedly unfolded his poisonous tenderness and breathtaking beauty in this mist.
When Master Jinsheng had to rely on his appearance to seduce people, the situation had become an abyss of blood and subtle fragrance.
No matter how calm and peaceful Shen Juansheng's tone was, his words clearly revealed his anger. Qing Guiyu would never let herself be tempted by such bad luck. She quickly bent down, placed the Xuanbing Box in her hand on the ground, cautiously took two steps back, and turned to leave.
However, the young man's voluptuous figure was simply too beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. It was impossible to remain unmoved. Her face flushed, her heart raced, and her steps stumbled. She hadn't taken a few steps when she bumped into a nearby suitcase.
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So she, seven years ago, lowered her head, leaned over to close the suitcase, and looked at the young man on the couch.
This medicine house is quite a distance away from the residence of the disciples in Yaowang Valley.
"I'm going out now," she said, counting the time with her fingers on her palm. "Ah, it'll probably take about an hour."
"Miss Qing," he asked immediately, "what are you going to do?" Then, as if feeling that this was a bit abrupt, he hesitated and added, "If it's because of me, you don't have to go through so much trouble."
The young man was feeling uneasy, so Qing Guiyu stood up, walked to his side, and patiently explained to him,
"Mr. Shen's cold poison can't be cured in a day or two. If you want to stay longer, I have to find you some change of clothes."
"Miss Qing, where are you going to look?" the young man asked quietly, tilting his head. He twisted a few strands of his black hair in front of him with his fingers. "You live alone in this medicine house, don't you?"
Qing Guiyu shook his head. "This used to be my senior brother's sword hut where he practiced swordplay in seclusion. Now that he's older, Master wants him to travel and become famous. Sometimes he doesn't come home for months, so this hut was given to me."
"Well, I should go ask my senior brother." She seemed to be lost in thought. "My junior brother has grown quite a bit in the past few years. I think there's still..."
She stood up, but suddenly stopped. Turning around, she saw that the hem of her coat was being held in the young man's hand.
"No need." The young man lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Miss Qing, it's really not necessary."
Qing Guiyu turned around and looked at him strangely.
"Don't worry, Mr. Shen," she shook his hand and said with a smile, "I have to think of a way too. I can't let you wear my clothes, right?"
The young man did not speak. After a while, he still held the corner of her clothes, tentatively, and slowly said,
"...That's not impossible."
He raised his other hand and covered his face with his fingers, but one could still see that his fair face had almost turned red under his fingertips.
He looked obviously panicked, and the hand that was pulling her clothes pulled even tighter, almost wrinkling the collar.
Seeing his extremely embarrassed look, Qing Guiyu nodded and said to him,
"If you don't want others to know you're here, that's fine. I'll just find some other way."
The young man stopped talking and just turned his head away, avoiding her gaze so that she wouldn't see his expression, but he still didn't want to let go of her hand.
This man collapsed at the door of her medicine house. His presence was very strange, and she knew it.
But he was a dying man, far from the important Medicine King Valley, so what threat could he pose? He was also cautious by nature, always worried about gains and losses, so by the time she could ask, the opportunity had already passed, so it was not easy for her to ask him anything.
She had grown up almost alone, and apart from Lu Guiyan, she didn't have many close relationships with anyone else. It was rare for her to joke around with those close to her. Seeing him so shy, she suddenly had some mischievous thoughts that she hadn't usually had, so she smiled and said,
"Does Mr. Shen like it? Let Mr. Shen try it?"
It was a hot summer day, and since she was still wearing a pair of half-sleeves, she took off the coat that he was holding and put it on him.
The young man's covered face suddenly became redder, as if it was about to bleed.
He looked at her through his fingers, lowered his head, and looked at her again. Even so, he did not let go. He just bit his lips. One could vaguely see some bloody marks under his lips.
Seeing that he was in so much pain, Qing Guiyu felt that she had gone too far in her joke, and hurriedly pulled his clothes down.
“I’m just kidding, Mr. Shen,” she explained hurriedly, “I’m just kidding, I won’t say anything more, don’t be angry.”
"No," the boy continued biting his lip, his eyes wandering as he clutched her coat, "I'm not angry."
Seeing the blood seeping from the young man's lips, Qing Guiyu felt anxious and subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it for him. When the sleeve brushed against her eyes, she was shocked to realize that she was only wearing a half-sleeve shirt. She hurriedly pulled up the corner of her outer shirt and gently wiped the blood from his lips.
He didn't hide, but let her get closer, but his ears turned slightly red, and he asked with a blushing face,
"Is it beautiful?"
Qing Guiyu was stunned by his question, then realized what he was talking about. He was probably asking about this dress.
"It looks good," she said perfunctorily, and quickly pulled the shirt back.
Are you really willing to wear it? she thought to herself.
"Is Miss Qing's senior brother good-looking?" The young man gritted his teeth and asked again.
Qing Guiyu was confused again by his question, and then she remembered that he might be talking about the junior brother she mentioned before. If you want to ask about the junior brother, he must be extremely handsome.
But this boy really cared too much about his clothes and appearance, and she always felt that this was not good.
But she couldn't really say what was wrong with it.
"Actually," she thought about it for a moment, then said it carefully, "you don't have to take appearance too seriously. You're not getting married."
"Get married?" He stared at her blankly, and the summer breeze outside the curtains became much quieter.
After a while, "Young lady,"
The boy finally spoke again, and said slowly,
"Are you going to get married too?"
Qing Guiyu hadn't actually considered this question. If she were still in an ordinary family, her teenage years would be the right age for marriage.
But life in Yaowang Valley was so peaceful, much better than the days when she was struggling to survive in the troubled times as a child. She didn't want to go back to the city that had just been pacified at all.
And she really liked her medicine hut. If one day she got married and left the valley, she would be left alone in the medicine hut, surrounded by green pines and white clouds. Who would be her companion?
"I haven't thought about it." She looked up and considered this question for the first time in her life. Gu Er thought about it and said, "Do I have to get married?"
She tilted her head and said, "Well, even if I have to get married in the future, I don't really want to leave Medicine King Valley."
There was silence in the medicine house, only the leaves of the honeysuckle vine outside the window rustled gently in the wind, and the summer seemed to have paused here for a moment.
"If that day really comes, I..." The young man lowered his head, his hair falling softly on both sides. He looked at her quietly, his gaze lingering for a long time.
Then he turned his head and said slowly and hesitantly,
"I don't know if I'll survive."
His words were so desperate that Qing Guiyu was a little moved. She felt that she should never have talked to him about the future and what if, so she sighed secretly.
"Don't be sad," she shook his shoulder gently and smiled, "I will definitely cure you by then."
Then she nodded and said, "If I can't cure you, I won't marry."
"Really?" The boy suddenly raised his head, looked at her, and repeated, "Really?"
"Really." She smiled, thinking that once she mastered the third Huangdi needle, this wouldn't be a big deal.
"Yeah." The blush on his face had not faded, but he finally stopped covering his face and bit his lower lip. His two hands exchanged awkwardly, holding the hem of his clothes, and he said slowly,
"That's fine."
In the end, the young man was reluctant to let her go out to find some clothes for him. So she assumed that he would be asleep at night, sneaked out in the dark, walked half the night on the mountain road, found the disciples' quarters in the valley, and stole some men's clothes.
When she returned, the moonlight outside the medicine house was just right. She felt a good mood as she walked under the moonlight. The sky was cloudless, and the night was as clear as half a day.
The moonlight only knew how to illuminate the sky; the moon didn't even know it was the moon.
Under the leaves of honeysuckle and Uncaria rhynchophylla, in some crazy, obscure, dark corner, something grew from the life that was about to run out.
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At this moment, Qing Guiyu played her bamboo flute, thinking again and again, and felt that this was the most humiliating thing she had done to the young man, Shen Juansheng. It was inevitable that Master Jinsheng would not want others to know about such a stupid thing.
She wasn't a mean person, so naturally she wouldn't bring up these old stories. Since Shen Jiansheng was going to be angry, let him be angry at himself. Anyway, since he wanted to cure the cold poison, he didn't dare to kill her.
But after seven years, the closer she got to Medicine King Valley, the more homesick she felt. She emerged from the misty inn room, eager to get some fresh air, and paced back and forth anxiously by the window.
Suddenly, Qing Guiyu raised her head abruptly, turned the bamboo flute in her hand, and quickly leaned against the window, her fingers tightly gripping the window frame.
At this moment, a figure in white flashed by at the corner of the street. She used the Listening to the Rain technique, jumped out of the window, and chased after him without hesitation.
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