Chapter 46: Your wound is not healed yet and you are in heat. I will change the medicine for you.

He turned his head away, closed his eyes, and ignored Gu Huai.

Jiang Wang stood there in a daze.

I didn't expect that Zhiyang dared to turn his face to the prince, but the prince didn't get angry at all... After all, he saved the prince and woke him up? And he was misunderstood by the prince again. Anyone would be angry, right?

He was about to open his mouth to comfort her when Yun Fu walked in. "Your Highness, Guard Pei is back."

Gu Huai nodded, put the teacup in his hand on the table, looked at Ji Zhiyang, and said, "You should have a good rest first. I will deal with the letter that Gu Jing sent."

Ji Zhiyang still ignored him.

Gu Huai was not annoyed and walked straight out the door.

Ji Zhiyang watched his back gradually disappear at the door, then he slowly sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and reached out to take the teacup on the coffee table.

Jiang Wang hurriedly helped him up, took the teacup on the low table, and said, "Zhiyang, be careful, don't pull the wound."

Ji Zhiyang took the water he handed over and drank it. Jiang Wang put the teacup on the low table, "The prince was actually worried about you. When you were unconscious, the king..."

Ji Zhiyang sneered and interrupted Jiang Wang: "I think he wants me to die sooner, right?" He lowered his eyes and looked at the fierce arrow wound on his chest, with a deep bitterness in his heart, "If I had known, I would not have saved him. If he was lying here now? And it was him inside, I wonder how he would still doubt me..."

Oh!

If it was him lying here, I guess he would be more suspicious that it was me.

Gu Huai's doubt pushed him completely into the cliff, unable to climb up? ...

He had thought about countless scenarios of what he would do after waking up, but the only thing he hadn't thought about was that Gu Wei would question and doubt him the moment he opened his eyes...

This person always believes in his own judgment and never listens to any explanation.

Ji Zhiyang turned his head, his mouth curled up into a bitter arc.

Forget it, that's it!

Anyway, there is no mission requirement, so I don't need it? I'm trying to curry favor with him. Ji Zhiyang took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

Seeing his unpredictable expression, Jiang Wang thought that his wound hurt, so he hurriedly comforted him: "Did you pull the wound? Lie down quickly."

Ji Zhiyang shook his head and said lightly, "I'm fine."

Jiang Wang frowned, feeling that Ji Zhiyang was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

Jiang Wang stood by and saw him close his eyes, hesitating to speak, and finally stopped talking.

Gu Huailai? When he arrived at the study, Pei Ji had been waiting for a long time, "Prince."

Gu Huai raised his hand to signal him not to bow, sat down at the desk, and asked him, "How is it going? Have you found anything?"

"The black-clad man who assassinated the prince was from Dongling. The two people we captured alive had poison in their mouths and committed suicide. We didn't get any important clues from them."

Gu Huai frowned, "People from Dongling? Gu Jing is actually colluding with people from Dongling?"

"I have already asked them to investigate." Pei Ji said, "However, since they dare to act so brazenly, they must have made sufficient preparations. I am afraid... it is difficult to find out the mastermind behind the scenes."

He paused, and continued, "As for Master Ji, I have also checked him out. He just happened to be in West Street and didn't know where Prince Xiao was... I also asked Jiang Wang, and they were not separated, so I think those assassins should have nothing to do with Master Ji."

Gu Huai rubbed his brows.

Pei Ji hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Could it be that the Second Prince is trying to sow discord? After all, the banknotes and letters are too obvious."

If Ji Zhiyang really had problems, the Second Prince would definitely not have sent the silver to the palace so brazenly. Isn't this just walking into a trap?

How could the prince not understand even this?

...Is that so? Under normal circumstances, the prince would have seen through such a clumsy trick.

But today...

Why do you become confused when it comes to things related to Ji Zhiyang?

Pei Ji couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Gu Huai narrowed his eyes.

This? Thinking about it, it does seem a little? strange. But Gu Huaishi still felt that Ji Zhiyang was hiding something from him.

If he had not agreed to any of Gu Jing's requests, why didn't he answer when asked today?

And what did I say to him on the day when Gu Jing sent him back? Why didn’t he tell me…

Could it be true, as Pei Ji said, that Gu Jing was deliberately making things mysterious and sowing discord?

Gu Huai fell into deep thought.

He suddenly felt a little tired and waved his hand: "Go away."

"yes."

Pei Ji bowed respectfully, turned around and left quietly.

Gu Huai sat in the chair, and the image of Ji Zhiyang flashed through his mind. This man who suddenly appeared was like a puzzle, leaving people scratching their heads.

She showed up for no apparent reason, with an inexplicable love for him, and was determined to stay by his side... If she said she had no purpose, how could he believe it?

But if you think about it carefully, he didn't seem to have done anything to hurt him...

Ji Zhiyang said? The words appeared in his mind one by one.

Thinking of that sentence, I can protect you from the knife. Gu Huai rubbed his forehead and slowly exhaled a foul breath.

He really...did it.

Did I really misunderstand him?

Gu Huai rubbed his brows and leaned back in his chair in annoyance.

After a while, he got up and walked towards Ji Zhiyang's bedroom.

When he reached the door, Yunfu happened to be holding a medicine bowl and preparing to go in. When he saw him, he immediately bowed and called out, "Prince."

Gu Huai glanced at the medicine on the tray with an indifferent expression, "Give it to me? Give it to me, the king."

Yun Fu hesitated for a moment, then murmured, "Hand the tray over?" Then he turned and walked away.

Gu Huai walked into the room, looked at Ji Zhiyang lying on the bed, pursed his lips, and said softly: "It's time to take the medicine."

Ji Zhiyang glanced at him and turned his head away. "Just put it there."

Gu Huai placed the medicine on the low table, sat on the edge of the bed, and prepared to change the dressing for him. As soon as he reached out to touch his shoulder, he was slapped away. Ji Zhiyang frowned slightly, and his tone was very unfriendly, "What are you doing?"

Gu Huai was stunned.

Is he angry? Why?

Gu Huai stared at him for a long time, then said slowly, "I will help you change the medicine."

Ji Zhiyang turned his head away, "No need? I can change it myself."

"I will help you."

"unnecessary."

Gu Huai stared at him in silence for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Why? Are you afraid that I will take advantage of you?" He placed his hand on his right shoulder and spoke in a gentle voice, "What have I not seen about you? What are you shy about? Hmm?" He chuckled and whispered in his ear, "When you were unconscious, I changed all your clothes."

He spoke very slowly, his warm breath sprayed on his ears, and a tingling sensation attacked Ji Zhiyang. Ji Zhiyang's cheeks instantly turned red, and he glared at him fiercely, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Gu Huai looked at his appearance, smiled hoarsely, stopped teasing him, unzipped his shirt, revealed the bandaged wound, then took out the gauze, took the ointment, and changed the bandage for him.

The ointment fell on the wound, causing Ji Zhiyang to groan in pain and frown.

Painkillers! If only there were painkillers!

The movement stopped, "Does it hurt?"

Ji Zhiyang gritted his teeth and said, "Nonsense!"

Gu Huai's expression became more serious. "Be patient, it will be fine soon." He carefully applied the ointment to him and blew gently. I don't know if it was the cold ointment or his fingers that felt a little cool when they touched the wound, as if the pain of the wound was relieved a little.

Ji Zhiyang turned his head and stole a glance out of the corner of his eye.

Gu Huai's movements were very gentle, as if he was treating a rare treasure. Ji Zhiyang was in a trance for a moment as he looked at Gu Huai's gentleness and patience.

What is he doing? Is he going to question me again after taking the medicine?

After half a year, even a rock would be warm...

I was devoted to him, but he treated me like an enemy and was on guard against me...

Ji Zhiyang lowered his eyes to hide his self-deprecating smile, feeling sour in his heart.

Oh!

Forget it... I'll just have doubts! Anyway, there's no mission, so I'll stay away from him from now on.

"Does it still hurt?" Gu Huai's voice interrupted his reverie. He lowered his eyes and found that the medicine had been changed.

Ji Zhiyang turned his head away without looking at him, and said coldly: "Thanks to the prince, I won't die."

Gu Huai was packing up the golden ulcer medicine bottle, glanced at him sideways, took the medicine on the low table, scooped a spoonful, and handed it to Ji Zhiyang's mouth.

Ji Zhiyang frowned. What is he doing?

Gu Huai said: "It's not hot anymore."

Ji Zhiyang reached out and took the medicine bowl. "I'll drink it myself." He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Gu Huai stared at him quietly.

Ji Zhiyang put the empty bowl on the low table and looked at him: "Does your Highness need anything else?"

Gu Huai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's okay." He then added, "Let's talk about it after you're healed."

Ji Zhiyang twitched the corner of his mouth.

Will you question me after I recover from my injury?

Oh!

How ironic!

Gu Huai looked at him, hesitant to speak, and finally said: "Have a good rest."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Ji Zhiyang watched his back disappear until he could no longer see it, then he closed his eyes and took a long breath.

I'll save him...

Gu Huai began to come every day to change his dressings, sometimes saying boring and meaningless things, or tentatively asking about his past.

Ji Zhiyang ignored him, as if he couldn't hear what he said.

Gradually, Gu Huai came less and less, only once every two or three days. The task of changing the dressing fell on Yun Fu.

Yunfu explained that Gu Huai was very busy, so he didn't have much time, and Ji Zhiyang was too lazy to worry about it.

The imperial physician said that his injury had healed well, and that he should not move too much to hurt the wound, and that if he rested for a while, it would be fine.

This day, Yun Fu came to bring Ji Zhiyang dinner. When he opened the door, he smelled a strong rose scent. He walked to the bed and found that he was wrapped in a quilt. Perhaps he heard something, he exposed his head and looked at Yun Fu. His cheeks were a little red, and there was a thick sweat on his forehead.

Yun Fu paused, "Mr. Ji? What's wrong with you?"

Quilt? From inside? Ji Zhiyang's vague voice: "No, nothing. Go out... Close the door."

Yun Fu put the food on the table and looked at him worriedly: "What's wrong with you? How about asking the imperial physician to come and take a look?"

"I, I'm fine!" Ji Zhiyang covered his head with the quilt, buried his face in it, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go out! Don't let anyone come in."

"Does your wound hurt?"

"I said, go out!"

Ji Zhiyang poked his head out from under the quilt and shouted at Yun Fu.

Yun Fu was startled. Seeing that he looked abnormal, he thought his wound had worsened, and said quickly, "Master Ji, please be patient. I will go and ask the imperial physician to come."