Princess Liang (Six)
The moment Meng Shizhuang opened her eyes, she thought she had returned to Sujian Mountain.
He felt uncomfortable all over. His right hand was strapped in a splint, unable to move at all, and the other three limbs were like ornaments. He slept in the soft quilt, his bones numb. In his drowsiness, the feeling of being clamped brought him back to the time when he was seriously injured and disabled. He even felt worse than before. Without Lao Ju by his side, his throat was inexplicably painful, and he couldn't even utter a hoarse sound.
He didn't know what kind of little animal was beside him, but it was pushing hard into his arms without any restraint. He could clearly feel his clothes being rubbed open.
frenzied.
What on earth did the people on this black ship do after he passed out!
Meng Shizhuang closed his eyes, gradually regaining consciousness as his hazy consciousness returned. Gradually, he regained some strength and reached out to pull the "little beast" off him. The "little beast" stubbornly clung to his arm, leaving several footprints on his waist and abdomen as it struggled. Sticky tears and saliva ran down half of his arm. Unable to bear it any longer, he opened his eyes, only to be met with a dizzying array of stars.
He had no choice but to give in temporarily, close his eyes again, and put his head back on the pillow.
Seeing that he didn't move, the "little beast" continued to roll into his arms unscrupulously.
Meng Shizhuangsheng opened his eyes a little helplessly and found that it was the fat ball.
This child had a high fever and convulsions, but he recovered so quickly?
When the child saw that he was awake, he wiped his face in a very rude manner and came up to him with his eyes wide open: "Brother is awake!"
Meng Shizhuang turned his face away, not wanting to open his mouth to eat the child's snot. He held the child in his arms, still motionless. Finally, when the child was almost bored to sleep from staring at his face, he finally gathered enough strength to sit up. He supported himself on the bed with his left hand and slowly sat up with the child in his arms.
He first looked around the room. It wasn't too large, but it was elegantly furnished. On a small table not far away stood an exquisite incense burner, emitting curls of white smoke with a refreshing aroma. On a shelf stood a dark blue dress. Seeing it, Meng Shizhuang unconsciously touched her chest.
When the child saw that he had woken up, he kept snuggling into his arms, calling "Brother" as he did so.
Meng Shizhuang pinched his neck and pulled him away, her eyelids drooping uncomfortably. She immediately silenced the child and waited for him to open his mouth and cry. Only then did Meng Shizhuang smile cheerfully and slowly said, "Call me sister."
The child's eyes darted around, looking him up and down, not realizing he was a girl. However, she succumbed to his tyranny and called out uncertainly, "...Sister."
Meng Shizhuang casually pulled a handful of his hair and continued to hold him in her arms. With her heavy right hand, she began to search around the room. The child looked at his face, thinking he was going to rob her. She hesitated to speak, looking at his slightly fierce face. Then she silently buried her head in Meng Shizhuang's arms and pretended to know nothing.
Meng Shizhuang has no plans to return to her old job.
He was looking for his dagger.
He has been holding the sword on Sujian Mountain for ten years. He once thought that he hated Sujian - and he still feels so now, but he can't get rid of the habit of holding the sword.
He carried the child in his arms as he laboriously rummaged through the drawers. Silks, satins, rouge and powder were scattered all over the floor. Pearl flowers and jade hairpins lay on the windowsill, admiring their own reflection. He took a quick glance and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being placed in this room.
The child bounced in his arms, feeling like a half-accomplice, so he was terrified. Seeing Meng Shizhuang passing by a bunch of dazzling jewels, not knowing what he was looking for, he reached out and pulled him, pointing to the dressing box under the window: "Those things are the most valuable."
Meng Shizhuang looked down in surprise. This child, only four or five years old, had seen a lot. Seeing his eyes evasive, his face flushed, his hands and feet so cramped he didn't know where to put them, the expression "forcing a woman of good character into prostitution" written all over his body, Meng Shizhuang found it amusing. She put him on the table, rubbed her stiff waist, and said lightly, "I retired long ago."
Then he bent down and threatened, "Didn't I return the bun to you? If you mention my embarrassing things again, I'll chop you into pieces!"
The child immediately covered his mouth and leaned back.
Meng Shizhuang searched for the sword in vain for a long time, then sat down cross-legged at the table. He pressed his chest, feeling short of breath and weak.
How strange.
He'd been ill just after coming down the mountain, but after that, aside from a stiffness in his right hand, he felt more energetic than before, when he wasn't full. Now, having fallen into a daze on the boat, why was he so exhausted? Dizziness and sleepiness washed over him, and Meng Shizhuang collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest, his eyes about to close.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, and he saw something flickering under the bed.
Meng Shizhuang reached out and actually took out a long sword covered in thick ash.
A bouquet of flowers clung to the scabbard, blossoming profusely. Though a longsword, it was shorter than ordinary swords, as if specially crafted. He tilted the scabbard upward, unable to draw the sword. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword, then swiftly pulled it free. As the blade shone, the ash from the scabbard flew out in a shower of dust.
At the same time, the door of the compartment was gently pushed open.
Song Jingyan and a group of people from Prince Liang's Mansion were standing at the door. The child that Meng Shizhuang had placed on the table was so shaken by the commotion that he was about to fall off the table.
Meng Shizhuang had no time to look at these "uninvited guests". He forced himself to be alert and pushed the scabbard forward slightly. The child slid back into his arms along the scabbard.
He surveyed the vast procession before him, having forgotten how he'd been tricked into aboard. It was as if he were back to when he'd just climbed aboard, sword in hand. He rarely used his brain, pondering his current situation. He began to feel around, searching his own body, only to discover that his purse was missing.
So he suppressed his half-dead expression and said, "I can return the two copper coins. Find a place with a dock to drop me off."
Although he was tired, he could feel that the ship was still sailing.
He didn't know how far he was from his old home, nor did he know where the ship was going.
Song Jingyan stood quietly at the door, her eyes fixed on the sword in Meng Shizhuang's hand.
This Mulan sword was a birthday gift she had given Bian Hongqiu for his twelfth birthday. The barbarians had returned the previous year, but they hadn't made a significant impact. Bian Hongqiu was getting older, and it was time for him to begin taking charge of the affairs of the Liang Palace. So, she gifted him this sword, a sword from a renowned family, and ordered Shao Zheng to keep him safe. She then sent Bian Hongqiu on a tour of the barbarian camps left behind by the defeated barbarians.
Unexpectedly, Bian Hongqiu was disturbed by the trap left by the barbarians in the camp. Thinking there was an ambush, he drew his sword in panic, but injured the horse he was riding. He fell off the horse and broke his leg.
Since then, Song Jingyan never saw the sword again.
She always thought that Bian Hongqiu would keep the sword in Shangyang.
She looked at Meng Shizhuang's eyes illuminated by Mulan's sword, and remembered Bian Hongqiu's surprised and somewhat retreated look at that time.
Song Jingyan took a breath calmly and said, "Your internal injuries are serious, and your right hand is half crippled. You've been unconscious for three days and taken a lot of medicine. I'm afraid two copper coins won't be enough to pay for it."
Meng Shizhuang's eyes widened slightly.
He slept and woke up, and didn't realize that three days had passed!
I’m afraid that even if I turn around and try my best, I won’t be able to find my old home.
He could no longer maintain his expression and lowered his eyelids. "I'm half-disabled, so I'm not worth that much money."
Song Jingyan led the people into the wing room, which suddenly became crowded. She sat on the embroidered stool opposite Meng Shizhuang, and the others stood beside her, with expressions in their eyes that were either clear or dark.
Meng Shizhuang had no intention of exploring. He knew who was in charge here and was just waiting for Song Jingyan's next words.
Song Jingyan said, "Your help back then was worth a thousand gold coins. Why don't you stay and treat your injuries so that we can repay your kindness?"
Meng Shizhuang didn't want to stay on the pirate ship any longer: "No need, I can use my half-broken hand well."
Song Jingyan noticed the anxiety in his eyes and immediately understood that the child in his arms was not the one he truly cared about. She smiled slightly and asked, "My friend, you took action on the Xiliu Sea. I wonder where you are going after passing Minghunzhou?"
Meng Shizhuang said expressionlessly, "Something has happened, and now I have to return to Xiliuhai."
Hearing this, Song Jingyan's heart moved, and her expression slowly became earnest: "I'm afraid it won't work. Ming Hunzhou has been breached, and the order in the city is not restored. The city gates cannot be opened in a short time."
Meng Shizhuang's heart sank suddenly.
He looked around and didn't see the "Pink Butterfly", realizing that Song Jingyan hadn't lied to him. Otherwise, based on the way the person in front of him had protected the Pink Butterfly that day, he would have pulled her back from the sea long ago.
The old man only had two knives at his side and couldn't stop coughing. He was alone. How could he wait for him to find it?
Thinking of this, Meng Shizhuang understood that what Song Jingyan said about "repaying a favor" was just a pretext.
He rarely used his brain, but even after racking his brain today, he surprisingly didn't feel a headache. Perhaps he was born sensitive to other people's ulterior motives. "How am I, a half-crippled person, like that beautiful butterfly? What on earth do you want to keep me here for?"
Beautiful butterfly?
Song Jingyan knew that this referred to Bian Hongqiu, and after thinking about it carefully, she found it very appropriate.
She didn't explain it clearly. "I have a difficult problem and I need your help. After that, we will do our best to fulfill any requests you may have."
There were many former members of the Liang Palace, but the youngest, Hengbo, was already an adult. No matter where she went to find someone the same age as Bian Hongqiu, it would be extremely risky—of course, the same went for Meng Shizhuang.
But this child is far away in Daohai City, so it is less risky than looking for someone in a city closer to the capital.
Besides, this young man who dared to save others alone seemed like a choice sent by God, so she had no choice but to take a gamble.
Meng Shizhuang gripped the hilt of the sword tighter, thinking about the possibility of escaping from the boat with the fat boy in his arms. He lowered his head and looked at the fat boy, the innocence and fear in the child's eyes flowing out.
He realized that this was probably impossible.
This is clearly a forced sale.
Meng Shizhuang escaped from Sujian Mountain, and now the word "risking his life" is no longer in his mind.
Then he asked, “When can I go back?”
Song Jingyan immediately replied: "When the city gates of Hunzhou are opened, I will send you away and will never force you to stay."
Seeing Meng Shizhuang letting go, she took the initiative and said, "What do you want, young friend? Why don't you tell me?"
Meng Shizhuang thought for a moment and said, "You said there's a great doctor on board. I want both the doctor and the herbs."
Mr. Zhou, who turned it into a "request", gathered his sleeves, lowered his head, and pretended not to hear or hear himself being mentioned.
Song Jingyan smiled and said, "Of course, the doctor can always follow us. Even if we don't have the herbs, we will go all over the world to look for them."
Meng Shizhuang lowered his sword and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Song Jingyan: "You just need to be a beautiful butterfly."
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