Chapter 45 Take off your clothes and I will give you medicine
He had never seen Chu Yangyang so fragile and soft. Every time he saw her, she either spoke harshly to him or forced him to surrender.
She has changed recently.
It seems not so annoying anymore.
Perhaps, the matter of Zhao Yiyi really had nothing to do with her.
He might have really wronged her, which is why she cried so aggrievedly.
He sighed softly, and his palm finally fell gently on her trembling back.
He looked helplessly at the little beasts huddled together, "Drink the medicine first, only then can the injury heal."
Chu Yangyang buried her face deeper into the mud, sobbing and babbling with feverish madness, "I won't drink it. The medicine is so bitter. Who knows if you poisoned it?"
Luo Xifeng suddenly pulled away the quilt that was covering her face. She raised her head, revealing a little face full of tear marks.
He held her chin with his fingers, leaned over, and threatened, "If you don't drink the medicine, I will raise my sword and pierce your heart right now."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yangyang shuddered all over. When she looked up at him, she seemed to see a devil coming towards her with a bloody mouth.
The tears in Chu Yangyang's eyes froze and refused to fall.
A pair of eyes filled with stars flickered at Luo Xifeng, like a young and helpless rabbit.
Luo Xifeng loosened his grip on her jaw, and unconsciously rubbed her fair skin with his fingertips. "Be obedient and drink the medicine first."
His wide sleeves covered Chu Yangyang's half-naked shoulders. When he raised his eyes, the soft and calm starlight in his eyes gave her an illusion of stability.
Chu Yangyang calmed down, and even the throbbing pain in her temples seemed to be soothed.
Her hot lips pressed against the bowl he brought to her mouth. She tilted her head back and drank the medicine in two gulps. Her nimble tongue licked her lips, "Is this medicine sweet?"
"Well, I added acacia honey." He wiped the medicine stains from the corners of her lips, his movements so gentle that he didn't even notice it. "You kept crying out in pain when you were unconscious."
When Chu Yangyang looked up, she saw such a beautiful picture.
The candlelight cast a soft glow on his cold jade-like face. His eyebrows and eyes were like a detailed ink painting of distant mountains. His slightly drooping eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, like pine branches after snow holding up the unmelted moonlight, warm and beautiful.
She had never seen Luo Xifeng like this before, the man who never frowned when his flesh was cut to treat the poison, was now using a silk handkerchief to moisten her cracked lips bit by bit.
It would be nice if such a beautiful young man didn't spend his days shouting for war and killing.
He helped her lie down and tucked in the corner of the quilt that had slipped off her body. When he stood up, she grabbed his sleeve and said, "Lord Luo, I... won't die, will I?"
He covered her with the quilt and said calmly and gently, "No."
After hearing this, Chu Yangyang closed her eyes with peace of mind, and after a moment, she fell into a deep sleep.
He stood at the junction of firelight and shadow, looking at the white wrists entangled in the sleeves.
These hands had once whipped him, but now the wrists were covered with blood scabs from taking his blood to detoxify him.
Luo Xifeng stared at the sleeping face of the girl. There was still a faint lip print on the edge of the medicine bowl.
His fingertips hovered above her curled fingertips, and in the end he just gently gathered the slipping quilt around her wrist.
The morning light streamed through the window lattice. When Chu Yangyang woke up early in the morning, she did not see Luo Xifeng.
Chu Yangyang got up from the couch, rubbing her still swollen and painful temples. She put on her coat in front of the bronze mirror and tied her belt tightly.
The eyes of the person in the mirror were still flushed from the high fever.
She recalled her experience in the dilapidated temple yesterday, walked to the bed, and took out a folded towel from under the pillow.
She slowly opened it, and inside the handkerchief lay a diamond-shaped petal with a purple gradient.
She raised her hand, and the sunlight filtered through the light petals, dyeing the purple on it a variety of colors.
Chu Yangyang recalled the Queen's Spring Banquet that day. The center of the flower beds in the imperial garden were covered with the purple mist irises that were tributed from the Western Regions.
At that time, I heard from my nanny that this purple mist iris is quite rare, and only a few plants can survive in the Western Regions in a year.
These few plants blooming in the Imperial Garden cost a lot of manpower and effort to make them bloom in the Imperial Garden.
Chu Yangyang was curious at the time, so she took a few more glances.
The morning dew dripped from the window lattice, leaving wet marks on the diamond-shaped mirror.
Chu Yangyang sandwiched the petals between the cover of "Nujie" and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the raised gold-stamped lines on the spine of the book.
That day, she discovered that the ochre clay on the soles of the assassin's boots was mixed with petals of the purple mist iris. She immediately removed the petals from the soles of the boots with a handkerchief and wrapped them up.
Why are there petals on the soles of the assassin's shoes that are only found in the imperial garden?
She looked at the lines on the book that were protruding from the petals and pondered.
"Princess, it's time to change the medicine."
There was a knock on the door from outside. Chu Yangyang casually put the book into the dressing drawer and hurriedly closed it.
At this time, Luo Xifeng was also standing outside the bead curtain with a medicine box in his hand, his eyes gently passing over her flustered fingertips.
He looked away and walked slowly forward.
He placed the medicine box on the table, opened it, and took out the medicine bottle. "Princess, it's time to apply the medicine."
Chu Yangyang smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, Lord Luo. I'll let Miaoyun do the rough work of applying the medicine."
Luo Xifeng raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were deep and mysterious, as if he could see through her.
Chu Yangyang swallowed and asked carefully, "Lord Luo, if there is nothing else, I will take off my clothes and apply medicine."
Why isn't the King of Hell leaving yet? Is it because her order to expel him isn't clear enough?
Wisps of green smoke rose from the copper furnace. Luo Xifeng's fingertips drew a circle of water on the edge of the teacup. When he looked up at her, his eyes were full of inquiry. "The princess hasn't told me what happened at Zhao Yi's house yesterday?"
This guy is here to interrogate, not to deliver medicine.
Chu Yangyang curled her lips and turned towards him. "Yesterday, when I arrived at the Zhao family's house, as soon as I stepped through the door, he acted like he saw a ghost and told me to kill him and not to go in."
She looked at Luo Xifeng's reaction. Seeing that he was listening coldly, she continued, "Then, before I could say anything, he suddenly picked up the coarse porcelain bowl on the stove and smashed it at his temples."
"Just as I was about to go up and save him, I saw a sickle in the straw pile nearby. I immediately kicked the sickle away."
Luo Xifeng nodded slightly. When he entered the room, he did see a bloodless sickle lying on the ground.
Chu Yangyang said, "When Zhao Yi saw me drop the sickle, he suddenly rushed to the table and drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp. Everything happened so quickly that I had no time to stop him."
"So, Zhao Yi committed suicide and it has nothing to do with the princess?" Luo Xifeng looked at her with raised eyebrows, his words revealing endless doubts.
Her throat tightened and she nodded vigorously, "That's the truth. It has nothing to do with me."
Luo Xifeng's lips curled up imperceptibly, and he looked at her with a half-smile, "My princess, you haven't explained to me why you appeared in Zhao Yi's cabin yet?"
She choked up her throat and said, "Zhao Yi gave me a message, saying it was about something at Prince Jing's Mansion and asked me to come over."
"Why do you want to tell the princess of your Prime Minister's Mansion about the affairs of Prince Jing's Mansion?" Luo Xifeng always gets to the point.
Chu Yangyang simply spread her hands and shrugged, "You should ask Zhao Yi about this. He started acting as soon as I arrived and didn't have time to tell me the reason."
She paused, "Perhaps, deliberately making me the murderer is his purpose?"
Suddenly her eyes lit up and she asked, "Lord Luo, why did you appear in the wooden house?"
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