Chapter 73 Chapter 73 "Where the young lady is, is Yan's habitat...
When I was awakened by a vague pain in my tailbone.
Zhu Yan's throat was dry and his limbs felt numb.
When he opened his eyes, the feminine furnishings in the room reminded him that he was not in the bedroom on the second floor, but in another space.
Zhu Yan's waist was temporarily weak due to lying down for a long time, so he moved his elbows, looking for a support point, and wanted to sit up.
When I turned around, I saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
A face that shouldn't appear in Yunsheng's world.
The face met his gaze for a moment, then smiled first. "Seeing me like this, Master Zhu Yan probably won't recognize me, right?"
It's one thing to hear rumors, but it's another to see them with your own eyes.
As the question of how he ended up here began to swirl in his mind, Zhu Yan's thoughts, which had been stagnant for a long time, began to revolve. He stood up quickly and pretended to bow and greet, "Greetings, His Highness, the Crown Prince of the Western God King."
Ying Luo placed a hand under Zhu Yan's forearm, helping him sit up. He spoke with a gentle voice, "Here, you and I are both in Yunsheng. If we follow the etiquette of the Three Pure Heavens, it would be troublesome if it reached the ears of mortals. In my opinion, we should just call each other by our names."
When smart people talk to each other, there is no need to set too many questions in advance.
While helping Zhu Yan adjust his sitting position, Ying Luo spontaneously explained the current situation, "This is the young lady's room. Three days ago, she brought you back and temporarily placed you here. I wanted to take you back to your room when no one was on the second floor, but your tailbone injury is too severe, and moving around will hinder your recovery. So, you've been sleeping here for the past few days, and I'm taking care of you."
Zhu Yan grasped three important pieces of information from Yingluo's words.
First, three days have passed since he fell into a coma after his tail was cut off last time.
Second, he slept in Jiuzhao's room for the past three days.
Third, Yingluo has been on earth for three days.
However, for Yu Yingluo himself, he has not yet given an answer to the most important question.
Zhu Yan moved his lips, trying to come up with a suitable opening remark.
Ying Luo, like someone with a bad memory, suddenly remembered something important. He smiled and tapped his forehead, "Look at me. I've taken care of you for three days and thought I was so familiar with you that I forgot you didn't know why I was here. The Golden Immortal sent from the West Sea had a big family crisis, and my father couldn't find a suitable replacement, so he sent me down to earth to take his place."
Yingluo's excuse was so random that it was obvious that it was not the truth.
Just to let Zhu Yan understand that at this moment, the two of them became colleagues repairing the Stairs to Heaven.
"So that's how it is."
Zhu Yan showed a look of sudden realization and began to think:
How could it be such a coincidence?
The tough job that no one cared about in the past was suddenly filled with two sons of the God King.
After the initial slowness of waking up, Zhu Yan's brain regained its former sharpness.
He observed Ying Luo's clothes: a high-collared sky-blue gown and a crane-white belt decorated only with a jade pendant.
In early autumn, the weather in Yunshengshi was getting colder, and long clothes alone seemed a little thin.
There should be an outer robe as well, but I don't know where it is.
What made Zhu Yan's eyes darken even more was that he was clearly in Jiu Zhao's bedroom, yet his behavior was as casual as if he was in his own prince's residence.
There are differences between inside and outside, and between men and women.
It is impossible for an ordinary guest to be like him, who takes off his clothes without caring that Jiu Zhao is a woman.
By the way, where did Jiu Zhao go?
Realizing this, Zhu Yan shifted his gaze slightly and looked aside to search around Yingluo.
It’s a pity that nothing was found. A little further away, it was blocked by a tall screen for ladies.
The silk threads embroidered on the screen were so delicate that they appeared hazy and translucent when touched by light.
Zhu Yan was about to look outside through the screen, but Ying Luo, who was always watching his every move, did not give him any extra chance.
He raised his voice slightly and asked, "What are you looking at, Master Zhu Yan? Are you looking for the young lady?"
When he asked "Are you looking for a lady?", a nasal sound of being woken up suddenly came from the silent and unknown place outside the screen.
Accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden structure.
Jiu Zhaoyin's body, hidden deep in the flowers on the embroidered screen, straightened up.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Yingluo, is Zhu Yan awake?"
"Yes, miss."
Yingluo responded to Jiuzhao, half-raising his foot to walk away, waiting for her next order.
There was no response from the other end.
Jiu Zhao's graceful shadow remained unchanged on the screen. After a few breaths, she lazily complained, "Oh, the tattered clothes you covered me with have gotten tangled in the tassel on my belt. I can't untie it no matter how hard I try. Come over and take a look."
"Yes, miss."
The same words again.
Ying Luoning's handsome smile remained unchanged, and he slightly curved his eyebrows towards Zhu Yan to express his apology.
In fact, his expression had not changed since Zhu Yan woke up.
But Zhu Yan felt that the smile just now had a special meaning.
Please forgive me, sir.
He lip-synced these four words silently, turned around and walked around the screen towards Jiu Zhao.
Soon, their conversations could be heard from outside:
"Be gentle! This crabapple flower belt of mine was newly made by the Divine Embroidery Bureau last month. Don't tear it."
"Miss, please move your hands away, otherwise it will be difficult for me to judge where the tassel is wrapped."
"Hate it, it's so troublesome. How come clothes are still so troublesome even though you've become a man?"
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, don't worry, miss."
A very ordinary conversation.
It is very common between friends, lovers, or family members.
Zhu Yan, however, could no longer sit still.
He rested his head on Jiuzhao's pillow, covered himself with Jiuzhao's quilt, and slept on Jiuzhao's bed.
As soon as you breathe in, you can smell the bright and fragrant rose scent coming from Jiu Zhao all year round.
He had never been so close to Jiu Zhao.
But the appearance of Yingluo made him realize that they were actually still very far apart.
His fingers gripping the quilt tightened, and his eyes shifted for a few moments.
Zhu Yan took the robe hanging on the bed frame and started to move silently.
…
So, when Yingluo finally untied Jiuzhao's clothes, Zhu Yan's slow-paced figure appeared in their sight.
"Hey, your injury has just healed a little, why did you get out of bed?"
As if not reacting immediately, Yingluo leaned forward, his position looming over her body unchanged. Jiuzhao felt uncomfortable for a moment under the silent gaze of a third person, then stood up and pushed away the young man's arms, which were like an intimate embrace.
It's in my eyes and hurts my heart.
Zhu Yan, however, was almost masochistic and refused to look away.
When he was close enough to the two of them, he shook his body, pretending to be exhausted and in need of support, and struggled to lean on the armrest of Jiuzhao's rocking chair: "Thank you, Miss and Master Yingluo, for your care. I am much better now."
Instinct was faster than thought. Jiu Zhao held Zhu Yan's arm with her backhand. She was worried that he would look even weaker after not eating or drinking for several days. She unconsciously forgot about Ying Luo who was still standing beside her. She immediately stood up and led Zhu Yan to sit on the cushioned chair next to her.
Yingluo's smile froze.
In just half a breath, he quickly followed to the other side and considerately shared the task of supporting Zhu Yan.
After settling the young man down, the two of them sat down, one on the left and one on the right.
Jiu Zhao spoke first, "Thank goodness Yingluo has descended to the mortal realm, otherwise there really would be no one close enough to care for you. Yingluo was renowned for his medical skills back at Changye Academy, and I've examined you. You have a combination of new and old injuries, and your immortal energy has been significantly depleted. In this situation, relying solely on our suppressed healing techniques will make it difficult for you to fully recover. How about I ask the Father God to allow you to return to Sanqing Heaven and recuperate?"
Zhu Yan said softly, "Is it really that serious... I feel okay, my tailbone doesn't hurt that much anymore."
When Jiu Zhao thought about how his body became like this, mostly because of himself, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
But persuading people was not her strong point, so she signaled Yingluo to continue with her eyes.
For some reason, the young man who was always very good at observing people's expressions did not help her as she wished.
He lowered his head, as if thinking about something.
Unable to leave the conversation unanswered, Jiu Zhao had no choice but to continue, "Yingluo's diagnosis is likely correct.
"You don't know, in the past, I often hurt myself from fights and mistakes while practicing immortal arts. If I go back to Lihentian to seek medical treatment, Aunt Danling will inevitably discover the truth, and even Father God will be worried.
"After Yingluo found out, he took time out to go to Nanling to learn medicine for me. Even the Southern Divine King praised him. If he hadn't been born in the West Sea, but in Nanling, I'm afraid the title of the best doctor in Sanqingtian would have been—"
"Miss."
Ying Luo, who had finally stopped daydreaming, coughed lightly and said, "I am not as good as you say."
He interrupted Jiu Zhao and turned to look at Zhu Yan sincerely, "Young lady mentioned your weakness to me before. In fact, if it's just an external injury, it's not a big deal. I'm afraid that it will accumulate internally and externally, and without the nourishment of immortal power, it will become more and more frequent in the human world.
"Sir, why don't you just listen to the young lady and return to Sanqing Heaven first, and then we can make a long-term plan later."
From Yingluo's words, Jiuzhao knew that he trusted him and told him everything.
Even the most obtuse person has a keen intuition when facing a love rival. Zhu Yan looked at Jiu Zhao's trusting face, which was covered in the veneer of "friendship" in the valley, and recalled Ying Luo's series of actions from the moment he woke up until this moment.
He sneered inwardly, but his expression was even more serious than Yingluo's. "Young lady treats Mr. Yingluo as a close friend and is frank with him in everything. Yan should do the same. Yan has admired Young lady for a long time, and we only opened our hearts to each other a few days ago. I am very lucky to be accepted by Young lady. Wherever Young lady is, Yan will stay—"
"Yes, Yan is unwilling to return to Sanqingtian."
Jiu Zhao has an open and frank personality and doesn't like to hide anything.
Zhu Yan, who had always been reserved, was now able to express his feelings freely and openly. This change made her feel unexpectedly surprised.
Her face turned slightly red, and her fingers subconsciously fiddled with the white tail at her waist.
Zhu Yan returned her gaze with an affectionate look, and the beauty of their mutual understanding spread throughout the room like honey.
Sitting between them, Ying Luo, acting as the third person, seemed oblivious. Without moving a finger, he reminded her sternly, "Young Lady has mentioned this to me, but the most pressing matter is that Master Zhu Yan should take care of himself so that he can stay with her for a long time."
Zhu Yan insisted: "I have made up my mind. I hope you will support me."
Having said that, it is obvious that the previous proposal is impossible to achieve.
Jiu Zhao's brows relaxed, then furrowed again in the blink of an eye: "Actually——"
She only started to speak, and her voice was drowned out by the rumbling sound in Zhu Yan's stomach.
After being stunned for a moment, Zhu Yan's cheeks flushed completely: "Miss, I..."
"That's right. Now is not a good time to talk. You should go and replenish your energy with some food first."
Jiu Zhao didn't say anything else.
She called Jiangyu Zhuying and ordered them to prepare some food for Zhu Yan.
…
The meal was ready, and because there was a foul smell in Jiuzhao Buxi's bedroom, he was arranged to eat in the dining hall.
Jiangyu and Zhu Ying came one after another to support Zhu Yan, but Zhu Yan waved his hand to refuse.
"Really, no need. I'm safe."
After watching the young man leave stubbornly, Jiu Zhao and Ying Luo were the only ones left in the room.
"That was a close call, Miss, we almost told her our plan."
Yingluo looked at the closed door and made sure that Zhu Yan had walked far enough before turning around to remind Jiuzhao.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Jiu Zhao's face disappeared like the tide.
"You asked me to cooperate in verifying Zhu Yan's sincerity, and I will. But what does this have to do with curing his weakness?"
Her face was stern, and she felt uncomfortable because she had something to say but couldn't. She felt that she was holding back a lot of anger. "I told you what I found in his body. You also think that the weakness is curable. Now we have news that the medical immortal Xingyao is wandering in the world. Regardless of whether Zhu Yan and I can be together in the end, if I can cure his body, it will always be a good thing, right?
"Why didn't you let me tell him a word?"
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