Chapter 19 I'm still jealous of my beloved, when did she become yours? ...
Ji Yucheng finally came to his senses. He loosened his grip on the suitcase strap and then reached out to stop Zhu Xuanning, who was about to get out of bed.
"Sit still." He spoke in a flat tone, uttering the words softly, then bent down and picked up the silk stockings that had fallen onto his feet.
Ji Yucheng knelt down again, took her delicate white feet in his hands, and personally put on her silk stockings.
His gaze was focused and earnest, his jade-like hand holding her stockings, touching her skin, yet without a trace of lust.
The room seemed to get a few degrees warmer, and even the atmosphere became a bit sticky. Ji Yucheng wanted to say something to break the strange atmosphere, but as his thoughts raced, he asked a question that surprised even himself: "Do you truly love A-Zhao?"
Ji Yucheng's movements suddenly paused, her brows furrowed, but then relaxed.
Well, the only bond between the two of them is Ah Zhao, so there's nothing wrong with asking this question.
Ji Yucheng calmed herself down, and her furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
Zhu Xuanning did not answer, but instead gasped in pain and fidgeted with her foot, nearly kicking his nose.
Ji Yucheng's attention was drawn back again, and he had to gently restrain her, his cold voice deepening: "Don't move, I'll be gentle."
As soon as Ji Yucheng finished putting on her silk stockings, the girl moved into the couch and buried herself in the soft brocade quilt.
Zhu Xuanning didn't say a word, and Ji Yucheng didn't get an answer to that question.
He straightened up, but his fluctuating emotions made him somewhat agitated.
"Your maid will bring the medicine. Drink it first to prevent catching a cold." After Ji Yucheng finished speaking, she saw the bedding move slightly, and after confirming that she had listened, she turned and left the room.
When Ji Yucheng returned to his small courtyard, the servants were busy airing out books. He felt somewhat lost and sat on the rattan chair, staring blankly at the scroll of scriptures drying in the courtyard.
Those images that he had always rejected and ignored surged in like a tide, crowding and filling his thoughts and vision.
The more it is suppressed, the more it rebounds.
Ji Yucheng's gaze finally lost focus, and a blush gradually rose on her face, which was as clear as snow and as cold as jade.
He stood up in a daze and called to his personal servant: "Bring me the writing brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and my scriptures."
It wasn't until the sun began to set and Ji Yucheng's desk was piled high with black characters on Xuan paper that his restless mood finally calmed down.
The servant carrying the vegetarian meal knocked on the door and respectfully entered only after receiving Ji Yucheng's permission.
"What time is it? Miss Zhu, have you taken your medicine and eaten?" Ji Yucheng put down his pen, and the person waiting beside him stepped forward to relax his sore wrist.
"Just past the second quarter of the hour of You (5-7 PM)."
"The medicine was bitter, and it took Miss Zhu a long time to finish it. She is currently having her meal."
The servant reported the details one by one.
Ji Yucheng made no comment, slowly picking up food and eating. When he was about 70% full, he put down his chopsticks.
"Bring the cleaned and cauterized gold needles." Ji Yucheng brought her medical kit, preparing for the second acupuncture treatment of the day.
Fortunately, this time there was ink splashing, so he didn't need to take off his stockings.
But when Ji Yucheng grasped Zhu Xuanning's ankle, her emotions, which had calmed down after copying the Heart Sutra many times, became agitated again.
"Step back." He assumed that the order to splash ink was somewhat emotionally charged because there were outsiders present.
He glanced at Zhu Xuanning and, after receiving her permission, reluctantly left.
But Ji Yucheng's mood did not improve. He held Zhu Xuanning's foot and did not touch it for a long time.
"Young master, is there something wrong?" Zhu Xuanning asked softly.
Ji Yucheng took a deep breath, exhaled the stale air, and then focused his attention to pick up the golden needle.
“My surname is Ji, and my given name is Jingzhi. You can call me Yucheng, just like Azhao does.” As he spoke, he inserted a needle.
Zhu Xuanning's lips curved upwards, and her tone softened: "Yu Cheng."
The soft whisper pierced Ji Yucheng's ears, causing his hand to tremble slightly as he took the golden needle.
"Mmm." Ji Yucheng responded almost inaudibly, steadied herself, and added, "Don't talk anymore, it will distract me."
Zhu Xuanning raised her hand to cover her lips, as if she were laughing.
Ji Yucheng's ears turned slightly red, but her mind was already focused on administering the acupuncture.
Not long after, a commotion arose outside, and upon closer listening, the sounds seemed somewhat familiar.
The people outside couldn't stop them; they actually let someone barge in.
With a "bang," the door was kicked open, startling Zhu Xuanning so much that her body trembled.
"Don't move." Ji Yucheng gripped Zhu Xuanning's delicate ankle tightly to prevent her from moving, as if she was completely unaffected by the noise.
Standing outside the door, Song Zhaohan, with the blood-red setting sun behind him, his handsome and flamboyant face was shrouded in intense emotions. His lips turned down and his eyes were gloomy: "Yu Cheng, I think all your servants should be dragged out and beaten to death. Even when you're giving acupuncture, there's no one there to lend a hand."
But Ji Yucheng did not respond at all, and did not even stop the needle insertion.
A sudden gust of cold wind made the girl, dressed in a thin spring shirt, shiver slightly. Yu Xuan concealed his gloomy gaze, took a step forward, pulled Song Zhaohan inside, and closed the wooden door.
Zhu Xuanning's face was slightly pale, but it was tinged with rouge from anger. The girl's eyes sparkled, as if they were filled with tears because of her anger.
"Ah Zhao, don't lose your temper and disturb him while he's performing acupuncture."
“You know Yu Cheng. He is devoted to the Dao. In his eyes, there is no difference between men and women.”
Even knowing it was a disguise, Yu Xuan still felt sorry for her. He spoke up, trying his best to comfort Song Zhaohan, who was consumed by jealousy.
Song Zhaohan was blocked behind Yu Xuan. He stared at his best friend with a murderous look, his teeth clenched tightly.
In an eerie atmosphere, Ji Yucheng finally finished her treatment for the day.
He tossed the gold needle into the basin, the sharp sound of the metal breaking the silence.
As Ji Yucheng stood up, Song Zhaohan strode forward, took off her robe, and wrapped the man up completely.
"Let's go." The young man was filled with anger, but he still restrained his temper and did not vent it on Zhu Xuanning. His eyes were gloomy, as if a ferocious beast was hiding inside.
Song Zhaohan covered Zhu Xuanning's head with her well-defined fingers, preventing her from turning away and only allowing her to nestle against her chest.
Zhu Xuanning could only obediently lean against it, her eyes gradually becoming misty.
As Song Zhaohan, carrying Zhu Xuanning, passed by Ji Yucheng, the girl unconsciously gripped Song Zhaohan's clothes tightly, her almond-shaped eyes, as helpless as a fawn's, gazing at Ji Yucheng.
Ji Yucheng's hands tightened suddenly as he packed his medical kit; his agitated emotions made him feel short of breath and his chest feel tight.
Finally, he flicked his hand, and the straps collided with the wooden box, producing a dull groan.
"Ah Zhao, put down my patient." In the dim light, Ji Yucheng, dressed in plain blue, with her black hair hanging down, revealed fluctuating emotions on her cold face, and her voice was like jade falling on thin ice.
The atmosphere, which had just eased slightly, completely collapsed.
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