Chapter 463 The Cunning Xiao Heng (Second Update)
After Yu Ya'er said that, Xiao Heng looked down at his legs.
He finally understood where the strange feeling when he was changing clothes came from. He didn't use a cane, nor did he limp. He... walked out like a normal person.
"Young Master! Your leg is healed! Your leg is healed!" Yu Ya'er was so excited that she said it twice in one breath. If the others hadn't been still asleep, she would have said it three or four times!
Just then, Gu Jiao also got up and came out of the east room.
Xiao Heng immediately gestured for Yu Ya'er to be quiet.
Yu Ya'er was taken aback. Xiao Heng gestured for her to keep it a secret with his eyes. Yu Ya'er finally understood, her eyes flashed, and she nodded!
Gu Jiao walked over to the two of them, while Yu Ya'er continued to air out the quilts.
Actually, she should have greeted Gu Jiao. Yu Ya'er is a polite little maid, but she was too guilty for helping her young master do bad things and didn't dare to look her in the eye at all!
Fortunately, Gu Jiao was not particular about such things and did not notice Yu Ya'er's strangeness. However, she had not seen her husband wearing official clothes for many days. When she saw him wearing them, his ascetic and strict temperament was immediately apparent.
The stunning beauty she saw first thing in the morning left Gu Jiao speechless for several seconds.
Xiao Heng, seemingly oblivious, greeted her, "Good morning."
"Mmm, good morning," Gu Jiao replied blankly.
Xiao Heng suppressed the corners of his lips that were about to curl up, limped to the well, and began to draw water.
Gu Jiao wouldn't let him do heavy work. She took a few steps forward and took the wooden bucket from his hands: "I'll do it."
Xiao Heng slightly raised his hand, a movement that caused her to miss the wooden handle of the bucket and instead grab his hand.
Xiao Heng cleared his throat, glanced at Yu Ya'er behind him, and said in a serious tone, "Be careful early in the morning."
Gu Jiao: "..."
After breakfast, Xiao Jingkong and his great-uncle went to the Imperial Academy, while Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun went to Qinghe Academy. Everyone in the family already knew Xiao Heng's identity, but they also knew that his affairs were complicated and did not want to publicize them, so they still called him Xiao Liulang.
"I'm going to the Hanlin Academy," Xiao Heng said as he walked over, leaning on his cane, to Gu Jiao, who was packing her medicine box to go to the clinic.
Thinking of something, Gu Jiao asked him, "By the way, how's your hand? Does it still hurt? Can you write now?"
The stitches have been removed long ago, and he has been doing rehabilitation these past few days. He eats with his left hand holding the spoon.
"It doesn't seem too good." Xiao Heng stretched out his right hand and said without changing his expression, "I don't have much strength."
"Really? Let me see." Gu Jiao put down the small medicine box.
Xiao Heng limped up to her and extended his right hand.
His hands were fair and clean, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles. Even his nails had a lustrous sheen. Gu Jiao couldn't help but sigh once again, thinking that in her previous life, these would have belonged to either a surgeon or a pianist.
She began to examine his wounds.
There was a thin layer of scar cream on the wound. Compared to the original scar, it had faded a bit, but it was still particularly noticeable on this perfect hand.
Gu Jiao pressed the wound: "Does it hurt?"
"Hmm?" Xiao Heng was slightly taken aback, then, as if he quickly realized what was going on, he replied, "It hurts, but not very much."
Gu Jiao asked, "Does it hurt even when you don't touch it, or does it only hurt when you touch it?"
Xiao Heng said, "It only hurts when you touch it."
Gu Jiao paused, then placed her hand in his palm and said, "Give me a squeeze."
Xiao Heng squeezed her hand.
Her hands were so small that he could easily enclose them with his large palm. Due to her martial arts training and manual labor, there were faint calluses on her palms and the area between her thumb and forefinger. Her hands were not as soft as Princess Xinyang's. He had heard that the hands of those rich girls were so soft, but he did not like those soft hands.
"Is this all the grip strength you can muster?" Gu Jiao frowned.
"Aren't my hands like my legs and feet? They need to be..." He sighed, then stopped himself from speaking.
"Let me test it again." Gu Jiao found a calligraphy brush and handed it to him, then spread out a piece of paper on the table. "Write a character."
Xiao Heng grasped the brush and, without much hesitation, wrote the character "娇" (jiao, meaning delicate or charming).
That was truly a horrible word.
It's even worse than Gu Jiao's writing!
Gu Jiao was dumbfounded. Was that all?
His expression was somewhat disappointed: "It doesn't seem to be...very helpful."
Gu Jiao frowned: "Then, we need to strengthen rehabilitation and add hand massage."
Xiao Heng looked at her intently and said, "Mm."
Gu Jiao said, "I'll take you to the Hanlin Academy and give you a massage on the way."
Xiao Heng slightly curved the corners of his lips: "Okay."
After Liu Quan returned from seeing off the old chief minister and Xiao Jingkong, he saw that the two were still there and said to Xiao Heng, "They haven't gone to the Hanlin Academy yet. Come on up. Don't go there today, or you'll be late!"
In the past, Xiao Liulang would walk to the Hanlin Academy most of the time for rehabilitation.
Gu Jiao had the same idea.
The two boarded the carriage, and Gu Jiao sat down next to Xiao Heng, taking his hand and carefully placing it on her lap.
After autumn arrived, Yao made sure everyone in the family wore more clothes, but the soft touch on Gu Jiao's legs clearly indicated that she had secretly worn an undergarment less.
Xiao Heng couldn't help but feel a little distracted.
Little did Gu Jiao know that her seemingly innocent and abstinent young man's thoughts had already strayed far from his usual focus.
She pressed very carefully: "Is this too heavy?"
"I don't feel anything," Xiao Heng said.
"How about this?" Gu Jiao increased the pressure slightly.
"Ugh..." He frowned slightly and let out a low cry of pain.
Gu Jiao quickly softened her grip: "How about this?"
It took half an hour just to find the right pressure, and there was still a quarter of an hour before they were to arrive at the Hanlin Academy, so Gu Jiao intensified her massage.
The little girl looked extremely serious.
Xiao Heng looked at her with a calm and composed expression.
The force of his palm was actually too light for him; each touch was like a feather, scratching at the tip of his heart.
“Hiss—” He suddenly took a deep breath.
Gu Jiao looked at him strangely: "What's wrong? Did I press it too hard again?"
Xiao Heng slowly exhaled: "No, no, please continue."
After a while, he suddenly said out of the blue, "Eat more."
Gu Jiao was confused.
Why should we eat more?
Has she lost weight recently?
Fill in the blanks
Xiao Meiren: "Eat more, quickly _____ (two words)."
(End of this chapter)
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