Chapter 140: Yun Ling is using his own feathers to make clothes for his wife?
Recalling Yun Ling's abnormal behavior during this period, Sheng Ran unconsciously stroked the corner of her clothes with her fingertips.
The candied fruits I bought yesterday are still in my luggage, and today I said I was going to buy some local specialties.
And every time he came back, his fingertips were wrapped with fresh strips of cloth, and the cloth bags were stained with some faint light gray velvet, which was not like what he should have seen in the market.
He never lied to her, but he was such a bad lier.
This incident was like a thorn in Sheng Ran's heart.
Just as I was about to say something else, I heard familiar footsteps outside the courtyard gate.
Sheng Ran looked up and saw Yun Ling walking in with a cloth bag. The bag was bulger than when he left in the morning, and a wisp of light gray fluff was visible at the corner, like some kind of animal feather.
Yun Ling didn't seem to expect that Sheng Ran hadn't rested yet. When their eyes met, he showed obvious surprise and panic.
He quickly raised the cloth bag in his hand and explained in a stiff tone.
"Master, I just saw a shop that sells good dried fruits, so I bought some more."
As he raised his hand, Sheng Ran discovered that the cloth strip on Yun Ling's fingertips had been replaced with a new one, and faintly visible light red blood seeping out of it.
What have you been doing? Why did you hurt your hand like this and it's bleeding?
Sheng Ran didn't intend to let the matter go unmentioned. She spread out her hands silently and motioned Yun Ling to show her the thing.
Yun Ling was obviously hesitant, but before he could react, Sheng Ran had already snatched the cloth bag from his hands.
It feels soft to the touch, not as hard as dried fruit, but rather like being wrapped in something soft.
Just as she was about to open it, Yun Ling hurriedly held her hand down, her ears reddening, "Eat it on the way. It's cold now and doesn't taste good."
His palms felt a little hot and his eyes looked away, as if he was hiding something.
Sheng Ran's doubts grew even more intense. She looked at him several times with dissatisfaction, then reluctantly withdrew her hand and stopped asking questions.
——Well, Yun Ling would never harm her.
But what exactly was he trying to hide from her? He was hiding it too well.
"Okay, let's eat on the way." Sheng Ran did not expose his lie.
But his eyes fell on Yun Ling's hanging hand, the fingertips wrapped in cloth were oozing with light red of varying shades.
The previous wound hasn't healed yet, how come there is a new wound?
Her heart ached, and she pulled Yun Ling into his room and took out the ointment she had prepared from her bag.
Sheng Ran patted his arm: "Put your hand over here."
Yun Ling was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but Sheng Ran held her wrist firmly.
His hands were cold, his knuckles slightly white from exertion, and the wound beneath the cloth was more delicate than she had imagined.
It felt like being pricked repeatedly by fine needles, or like being cut by sharp wooden thorns. There were so many cuts that it hurt just to look at them.
"How did it happen?" Sheng Ran pinched a cotton swab with her fingertips, dipped it in ointment, and gently avoided the edge of the bleeding wound. Her movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting him.
"...I was scratched by thorns while picking firewood." Yun Ling quickly made up an excuse.
Sheng Ran snorted softly: "It doesn't look like it."
He couldn't even tell her the reason for his injury? What on earth was Yun Ling doing?
Yun Ling's ears instantly turned red, and her eyes drifted to the corner of the room -
There was a cloth bag he had hidden for several days, which contained a half-formed down jacket, as well as fine needles and a wooden ruler that he had not had time to put away.
Those wounds were actually caused by accidental needle pricks when sewing clothes, or scratches from wood splinters when grinding cloth.
He opened his mouth, wanting to make up a perfect excuse, but when he looked at Sheng Ran's profile as she applied medicine seriously, he swallowed the words back.
"Master..." His voice was a little hoarse, and his fingertips trembled slightly, "I..."
"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." Sheng Ran interrupted him, threw the dirty cloth aside, took out a clean cloth, and carefully wrapped it around his hand.
"Just be more careful next time and don't hurt yourself so often. If you get hurt, who will be my caring bodyguard 24 hours a day, 365 days a year?"
She called him a "bodyguard," but her tone was full of heartache.
Yun Ling looked at her drooping eyelashes, and her heart felt like it was soaked in warm water, sour and soft.
He knew that Sheng Ran trusted him. Although she was full of doubts, she respected his privacy and did not ask too many questions.
"Master," Yun Ling suddenly held her hand, the warmth of his palm coming through the fabric, a little anxiously, "I didn't mean to hide it from you."
Sheng Ran raised her eyes to look at him, there was no dissatisfaction in her eyes, only gentleness: "I know."
"I just..." Yun Ling's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes fell on the cloth bag in his arms, and his voice became softer. "When the time is right, I will tell you everything. I won't hide it from you anymore."
He was afraid that Sheng Ran would misunderstand, and he was also afraid that saying too much would reveal the surprise, so he could only make a clumsy promise.
Sheng Ran saw the seriousness in his eyes, and the doubts in her heart suddenly dissipated.
She smiled and pinched his fingertips: "I don't blame you, why are you so anxious? You know your limits, I trust you."
Yun Ling looked at her smile, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.
After Sheng Ran left, the light in Yun Ling's room was still on.
Pei Xiaoxing was still outside discussing birthday party strategies with Huai Jun.
The smoother their journey, the more ambushes will be set up in the central city.
The two were discussing when they heard the noise coming from Yun Ling's room and fell silent for a while.
Pei Xiaoxing's voice deepened. "Yun Ling has been out too often lately, and there's always a rustling sound in the room, like she's sewing something."
Huaijun was also puzzled. "Why is he sewing? His clothes were picked by his wife herself. They are very precious. There is no way they can be torn."
Zhu Jiuyin was also not asleep. He appeared near the two of them at some point and was leaning against the door frame. His red-gold vertical pupils swept across Yun Ling's door.
He spoke slowly: "There is a faint smell of down in his room."
They looked at each other, and a question popped up in their minds - what on earth is Yun Ling doing?
The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Yun Ling went out again carrying a cloth bag.
Ling Rui stayed at home to take care of Sheng Ran, while Pei Xiaoxing, Huai Jun and Zhu Jiuyin followed quietly.
The three of them watched Yun Ling walk around to the abandoned carpentry workshop west of Yuhua City, push open the door and walk in.
They hid outside the door and looked in through the broken window -
A small, clean corner was cleared out in the carpentry workshop, and some strange things were placed on the wooden shelves:
A roll of silvery-white thread and a pair of shiny small scissors.
There was also an open wooden box covered with a layer of light gray soft velvet, with a few bloody feathers stained on the velvet, as if they had just been plucked from the body.
Yun Ling sat in front of the wooden rack and carefully took out a piece of light gray cloth from the cloth bag. The cloth felt soft, as if it was made of down.
He picked up the thin thread and threaded the needle. The wound on his fingertip bled slightly because of the force.
He was completely unaware of this and was simply concentrating on sewing the cloth with fine stitches.
"He's making clothes?" Zhu Jiuyin muttered softly. Looking at the size of the cloth, it was obviously for female beasts. "But this down... looks like his own feathers?"
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