Chapter 70 He Wants to Watch Her Take a Bath
Luo Xifeng pulled the quilt over her and wrapped her in it, then took out a thin sheep intestine tube from the medicine box.
The silver knife cut open the blue vein in her elbow. Thunder roared outside the window, and heavy rain washed the medicine mill under the eaves that had not been put away.
Inside the house, dark red poisonous blood was dripping into the copper basin through a thin sheep intestine tube.
Luo Xifeng knelt beside the couch with his lips dark blue, still holding Chu Yangyang's pulse tightly.
After the dirty blood was drained, he was afraid that the wound would become infected, so he didn't dare to move.
I don't know how long I maintained this posture.
The five-o'clock clappers rang out, and Chu Yangyang's fingertips finally warmed up.
Luo Xifeng slumped down on the footrest, looking at the black blood line on his palm and chuckled, "The princess owes me another one."
The rainstorm gradually subsided, and when the morning light pierced through the clouds, Chu Yangyang woke up in severe pain.
Luo Xifeng was sleeping beside the couch, morning dew condensed on his trembling eyelashes, and a blood-stained silver needle was still clutched in his hand.
She tried to pull back her clenched hand, but saw that he was still frowning in his dream.
The morning light slanted across Luo Xifeng's nose, casting his trembling eyelashes into a small fan-shaped shadow.
The fragmented light blended into his white jade face.
Chu Yangyang vaguely felt that this should be the most peaceful scene of her and Luo Xifeng getting along.
The man who was usually as cold and sharp as a knife now had a weak pink tint on his lips, and his sharp outlines softened.
She couldn't help but stretch out her uninjured right hand, and drew vaguely with her fingertips above his brow.
The morning breeze suddenly lifted the gauze curtain, and Luo Xifeng suddenly opened his eyes, his amber pupils still covered with mist.
He instinctively grabbed her wrist. She was about to break free when she saw him taking her pulse seriously.
Half of her sleeve slipped down, revealing the purple needle marks on her forearm, which were the marks left by acupuncture all night long.
Luo Xifeng's eyebrows were frosty, his half-closed eyelashes cast dark blue shadows on his eyelids, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight blade.
It was so serious, as if something big was going to happen to her.
"Doctor Luo's sleeping face is gentle and lovely." Chu Yangyang pouted and spoke hoarsely, "Much more pleasing than when he's awake."
He lowered his eyes to avoid her smiling ones, but the tips of his ears honestly turned red, "The princess's mumblings while she was unconscious were much calmer than usual."
Suddenly a bird flew past the window, and the veins on the back of Luo Xifeng's hand jumped, and the medicine box was hit with a clang.
When he stood up, the corner of his robe was pressed under his waist by her, and he stumbled back to the edge of the couch.
The tips of their noses were half an inch apart, and she could smell the lingering bitter aroma of medicine in his clothes.
Their eyes met, then they quickly turned away in embarrassment.
Luo Xifeng stood up by holding the bedpost and picked up the medicine box.
"A floating and rapid pulse indicates qi deficiency and blood stasis."
He lowered his head to record the pulse, a strand of black hair falling and brushing the back of her hand. "Today you need three acupuncture treatments and a two-hour medicinal bath."
Chu Yangyang raised her eyes and saw the ink that had smudged at the corners of his eyes.
She reached out her hand, brushed her fingertips across the corners of his eyes, and wiped them gently.
The tips of Luo Xifeng's ears turned slightly red, and the word "Danggui" on the prescription was soaked with ink.
He raised his eyes to look at her.
When she leaned in close, the fragrance of jasmine hair spread, her eyelashes cast a trembling butterfly shadow under her eyes, and her rouge mole sank into her dimples as she smiled. "Doctor Luo was so focused on writing the prescription that the ink splashed and turned into a small mole."
Luo Xifeng's breathing stopped suddenly, and the tip of her nose was suspended half an inch above the peak of his lips, like a magnolia on a branch that was about to fall.
The scene of kissing her that day is about to come to mind.
His heart disease inexplicably reappeared.
Suddenly, the sound of boiling medicine jars could be heard outside the window. He stood up as if he had been pardoned, and said, "It's time to change the dressing on the princess's wound."
He fetched the white cloth and ointment again in a panic.
Even though he was almost gentle, when he removed the gauze, Chu Yangyang still gasped, "It hurts so much..."
He paused for a moment, not daring to move for fear of hurting her again.
He opened his lips slightly and blew out a delicate breath slowly. The soft breath passed over her wound, like an addictive analgesic.
She didn't seem to be in so much pain anymore.
He continued to change the dressing, and the gentle breathing from his mouth did not stop, stirring Chu Yangyang's heart again and again.
At this moment, Chu Yangyang understood again why the original owner was so crazy and wanted to take Luo Xifeng for herself.
This guy is so handsome.
Amidst the aroma of medicine, Luo Xifeng lowered his head and blew away the cooling liquid.
Chu Yangyang stared at his trembling eyelashes and suddenly reached out to poke his Adam's apple, "Lord Luo, you are not allowed to tempt me like this again."
The medicine bowl clanged against the low table, and the brown juice soaked his cuffs.
A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and his heart beat irregularly, as if his heart disease had worsened.
Luo Xifeng suddenly leaned back, hitting the back of his head on the carved pattern of the bed, "Chu Yangyang!"
"I'm here, Master Luo." She tilted her head and smiled dimples. "Doctor Luo is so nervous. Could it be that I've hit the nail on the head? Are you really trying to seduce me?"
She lightly touched his Adam's apple with her fingertips, and her smile became even wider.
He stuffed the candied fruit into her mouth with his backhand, "My princess, it's better for you to talk less and rest more."
She savored the sweet scent of osmanthus flowers.
The copper bell on the eaves was suddenly blown by the morning breeze, scattering the beauty in the room.
Luo Xifeng quickly stepped out of the door, and the sound of the medicine box hitting the door frame was accompanied by an almost inaudible sigh.
A moment later, Chu Yangyang heard Luo Xifeng preparing a medicinal bath for the maid in the diplomatic office...
After a while, the maids came in one after another and quickly turned Chu Yangyang's inner room into a bathhouse.
A huge bathtub with steaming hot water.
Luo Xifeng was standing in front of the table next to the bathtub, fiddling with silver needles.
The air behind the screen was filled with the scent of wormwood and angelica. Chu Yangyang clutched her belt and remained motionless.
Judging from the situation, he is not going to watch her take a bath, right?
Luo Xifeng stood with his back to the bamboo curtain, his medicine box jingling on the low table. "My Lady, if you don't hurry up, the water will get cold in half an hour and the medicine will lose its effect."
"Lord Luo, how can I undress while you are here? Please go out first. I will call you in when I am done soaking."
Chu Yangyang was extremely embarrassed. Even though she came from the modern era, she could not accept a man she didn't love watching her taking a bath naked.
Luo Xifeng said calmly, "The poison from your arrow has entered your heart. You need a medicinal bath combined with acupuncture."
Chu Yangyang was speechless.
There was silence in the room.
After a while, Luo Xifeng said, "Doctors don't care about gender."
The silver needle on his fingertip shone coldly. "If the princess really minds, I will leave first. When the poison reaches your brain, don't blame me for not being able to save you."
After saying that, he actually began to pack up his silver needle bag and pretended to go out.
"Hey, wait."
This guy even threatened her just to watch her take a bath.
There's no way, life is not more important than chastity.
"Why don't you turn around a little."
Luo Xifeng turned around silently.
She took off her last piece of underwear and immersed herself in the medicinal soup. The petals floating on the water barely covered her collarbone.
When Luo Xifeng lifted the curtain and came in, she shrank half an inch into the water, "Wait!"
Chu Yangyang's shoulders emerged from the water, her skin covered with water droplets and shining like a pearl. Two rose petals were stuck in the hollow of her collarbone, rising and falling gently with her breathing.
Luo Xifeng secretly took a deep breath, then averted his eyes and focused his mind on the silver needle at his fingertips.
The silver needle burned the candle flame three times. He knelt on one knee beside the wooden barrel, his Adam's apple rolling heavily, "Princess, please put your left arm on the edge of the barrel."
The steam made the corners of her eyes red, and the skin of her arms were stained with rose petals. "Like this?"
Her fingertips accidentally brushed across his hand, causing the silver needle to almost slip out of his hand.
"Don't move."
He held her wrist and pierced the needle into Quchi acupoint. Water droplets were sliding down her collarbone to the surface of the water.
She curled her toes unconsciously, causing ripples in the medicinal soup.
"Does it hurt?" He frowned and stopped the needle.
"No, it's a little itchy."
She hunched her neck and leaned back, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders above the water.
The ripples on the water surface spread out tiny rays of light, making the snow-covered area dazzling.
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