Chapter 13
Even when asked about his lifespan, Xie Yingchen remained calm and composed.
Gu Zhizhuo's eyes held a hidden pain as she said in a low, hoarse but firm voice, "Your lifespan will not exceed twenty-five years."
She felt a heavy, oppressive sadness in her heart.
In her previous life, no matter how hard she tried to learn medicine to prolong his life, she couldn't make him live past his twenty-fifth birthday.
He died the day before his birthday, never getting to eat the longevity noodles she made.
Qin Chen's mouth was half open.
He excitedly placed his hands on the table and asked eagerly, "Can you cure it?"
Gu Zhizhuo nodded solemnly and said only one word: "Yes."
Her beautiful phoenix eyes seemed to be shining.
Young Master is indeed suffering from severe poisoning, and his pulse is weak, thin, and soft, but he is far from being completely exhausted and beyond saving.
There's still a chance!
No. She can definitely do it!
She knew she was too young and didn't seem reliable at all.
But she's really amazing!
"I can!"
Gu Zhizhuo stared longingly at Xie Yingchen, her dark eyes sparkling as if they could speak.
Xie Yingchen didn't need to rack his brains; he could understand it at a glance.
He chuckled softly and replied, "I know."
Then he saw a shallow dimple appear on her cheek, and her eyes showed an undisguised joy.
She asked Qin Chen, "Do you have paper and pen?"
have!
Qin Chen took out his charcoal pencil and silk paper and laid them out on the table.
In his previous life, after the young master passed away, Gu Zhizhuo, when he had nothing to do, deduced countless times the prescriptions that the young master could use.
At this moment, after making slight adjustments based on the pulse, a prescription was quickly written out.
Gu Zhizhuo said, "Young Master Xie, this prescription is mainly for treating your cold and cough, and some herbs to strengthen your body have been added."
"The toxins in your body have been accumulating for too long. We need to wait until your body has recovered before we can discuss it further."
"We cannot rush things."
Xie Yingchen took the prescription.
Even though she used charcoal, Gu Zhizhuo's handwriting was not as delicate and refined as that of an ordinary young lady. Every character was powerful and vigorous, revealing her true character.
Moreover, Xie Yingchen even discovered that her handwriting bore a striking resemblance to his own.
For example, when I was practicing calligraphy, I used his calligraphy as a model.
Xie Yingchen carefully put away the prescription: "Thank you for your trouble, young lady."
“No trouble at all!” Gu Zhizhuo said lightly.
The young master always took care of her while he was alive, and even on his deathbed, he paved the way for her so that she could have a smooth life.
But she didn't listen to him.
She failed the young master's expectations.
"Thank you, young master," Gu Zhizhuo said earnestly, "You must take your medicine properly."
She stared at him seriously, her dark phoenix eyes seeming to say three words: Be obedient.
This simplicity and straightforwardness, without any beating around the bush, made him feel exceptionally relaxed.
Xie Yingchen chuckled and nodded: "I'll be obedient."
Gu Zhizhu smiled and said, "Please use this prescription first. I will go to Baijitang in three days. If you can come out, I will give you a follow-up examination."
"Baijitang is located on Zhuque Street, near the end of the street. It is owned by my family."
To be precise, it was part of the dowry of Gu Zhizhuo's birth mother, Wang, and is now being managed by Wang's personal attendants.
She meant "get out"? Qin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. The young master had previously said that this trip back to the capital would likely result in him being trapped in the palace, and that establishing his own residence would require an opportune moment. He hadn't expected her to know even that!
Xie Yingchen lowered his sleeves and replied, "If I can't get out, I will send someone to Baijitang to inform the young lady."
good!
Chirp chirp.
Several bird calls rang out in the quiet night, like birds flapping their wings and chirping continuously. Gu Zhizhuo twitched her ears and could tell that it was actually a whistle that resembled bird calls.
It must be someone the young master placed outside the estate.
Xie Yingchen smiled slightly and said, "The Eastern Depot has withdrawn all its personnel from the vicinity."
Gu Zhizhuo was relieved.
She hesitated for a moment, then stood up tentatively and said, "It's getting late, young master, why don't you stay here for the night and go into the city tomorrow?"
"There are many rooms in the west courtyard; your people can rest here temporarily."
She looked around and was very satisfied! That spendthrift Shen Xu left without taking anything with him, but he decorated this place luxuriously and comfortably, with everything he needed, just right for the young master to rest well.
Xie Yingchen agreed.
So Gu Zhizhuo said happily, "I'll have someone bring you some hot water and food. There's also a small red clay stove here, please help yourself."
Xie Yingchen got up to see him off.
She moved forward slowly, and even though she moved very slowly, she only took about ten steps to reach the door.
She curtsied and said, "I'll take my leave now."
Qin Chen opened the door for her, winking at her as if to say that he would go to her to ask her about the young master's illness after returning to the capital.
Gu Zhizhuo stared at his face for a while, then said with a subtle expression, "You will suffer a bloody disaster soon."
Qin Chen was puzzled.
Be careful of your blood relatives.
On a certain Ghost Festival in her previous life, the young master drank a few cups of wine alone in the courtyard. The young master did not usually drink much. Later, she asked Huai Jingzhi in private, and he said that the young master had a guard who had followed him since childhood. He was both a guard and a playmate when he was in the Eastern Palace.
After the crown prince was deposed, the officials of the Eastern Palace either died or left. However, this little guard went to Liang with him and stayed there for six years. Unfortunately, he died not long after returning to the capital.
It must be him.
Therefore, she never saw him by the young master's side back then.
However, Huai Jingzhi didn't say how the person died, nor did she ask.
She lifted her skirt and stepped over the threshold.
The door closed slowly behind him, and Gu Zhizhuo's brows were radiant, his eyes shining like stars.
"Miss," Qiongfang hurriedly stepped forward, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
Qiongfang didn't know what had happened, but she could still sense the tension in the atmosphere.
She was extremely worried outside.
"It's all over now." Gu Zhizhuo smiled, then asked, "By the way... who is she?"
She was asking the unfamiliar girl standing next to Qiongfang.
Qiongfang shook her head; she didn't know either.
Before the girl went in, she instructed that no matter who came or went in the courtyard, they should not pay attention or ask any questions.
So she obediently didn't ask.
"My name is Qingmei," the unfamiliar young girl said cheerfully. "The Master has asked me to follow you for the time being. You can treat me as a maid."
Gu Zhizhuo: "..."
Well, this person not only left on their own, but also left behind a maid?
That said, these days, people are planting spies so openly? Shouldn't they have someone selling themselves for a living appear on your way home, trick you into feeling sorry for them, buy them, take them home, and then slowly gain your trust?
That's just too lazy of them to just dump people on her like that!
Gu Zhizhuo, lost in thought, said, "Then you can go with Qiongfang."
Qingmei wasn't shy at all, and greeted everyone with a cute smile, "Hello, Sister Qiongfang."
Qiongfang blinked. Although she still didn't understand where the girl came from, the girl said she should follow her, so she would follow her.
The rain has completely stopped.
Gu Zhizhuo took a step to leave when suddenly a sharp pain shot through her chest, as if she had been stabbed several times with a knife, and then the pain was mixed together. A hot, metallic taste welled up in her throat.
She quickly took out a handkerchief, covered her lips, and coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood.
Gu Zhizhuo tucked the handkerchief into his pocket, preventing Qiongfang from seeing.
call.
This time, she intervened in the lives and deaths and karma of too many people at the same time, which will inevitably have some backlash.
The True Man Wuweizi treated her very well, imparting all his knowledge to her. However, he would always tell her that "the will of Heaven cannot be defied," advising her not to be stubborn and not to go against the will of Heaven.
But if it was truly impossible, why did Heaven grant her a second chance at life?
If you're given a second chance at life, you have to defy fate to make this life worthwhile!
Gu Zhizhu swallowed the blood in his throat, hid the handkerchief, and said nonchalantly, "Let's go."
She strode out, her steps firm, exuding an unwavering confidence and composure.
Qiongfang, as if they were old friends, took Qingmei's hand and could clearly feel the thin calluses on the tiger's mouth of her palm.
Qiongfang didn't think much of it, assuming that she used to do manual labor, so she quietly told her, "I have some face cream and hand cream that the girl gave me, I'll put them on for you when I get back."
As the candlelight of the lanterns faded into the distance, Qin Chen withdrew his gaze, turned his head and said, "Young Master, Miss Gu seems to be quite familiar with you."
Xie Yingchen was looking at the chessboard on the table, reviewing the process of the black and white pieces clashing in his mind.
This guy is really sharp and intimidating; he managed to fight his way out of a seemingly hopeless situation.
A path to survival facing the sun.
Xie Yingchen replied without hesitation, "I have been away from Daqi for six years."
Judging from their ages, even if they had met once in their childhood, Miss Gu would not have risked her life to save them.
He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Besides, Father and the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion have never had any dealings."
The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion never took sides. When the father was still the Crown Prince, the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion was only loyal to the late Emperor and had no bias towards the Eastern Palace or the late Emperor's sons.
Father didn't mind the Duke of Zhenguo's coldness towards him. On the contrary, he always praised him, saying: "The Duke of Zhenguo's family has been able to hold important military power for three generations and have the emperor's unwavering support. The Duke of Zhenguo's integrity, honesty, and loyalty are indispensable. Chen'er, you must remember that only when the emperor has no doubts about the Duke of Zhenguo's family can the ministers be buried in peace and ensure the peace of the world."
Xie Yingchen thought of Gu Zhizhuo's phoenix eyes, dark and bright, almost able to see right through one's heart.
A faint smile appeared on his lips: "Indeed, the daughter of the Duke of Gu has learned excellent medical skills."
Qin Chen muttered, "She even called herself a fortune teller."
Now that you mention it, the way Miss Gu looked at me when she left was as if I were a "short-lived ghost".
Qin Chen couldn't help but shiver.
"Young Master..."
Qin Chen wanted him to clear up his doubts, but he saw that Xie Yingchen was already engrossed in the game of chess.
He quietly stepped aside and lit the glass lamp.
Not long after, the steward of the estate brought ginger soup and a midnight snack, and half an hour later he brought a bowl of medicine.
"Young Master." Qin Chen hesitated, holding the still-steaming medicine, "Do you... want some?"
Xie Yingchen reached out and took it, then drank it all in one gulp.
Qin Chen moved his lips. Well, it's too late to worry about whether Miss Gu's medical skills are really reliable now.
"Go and call them in to rest," Xie Yingchen said. "There's no need to keep anyone outside."
Qin Chen bowed in agreement and hurriedly left. When he returned, he brought back a carrier pigeon.
He took a piece of silk paper from the letter tube on the pigeon's leg and presented it to it: "Young master, this is from the capital."
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