Chapter 13 The Empress was almost squeezed into a sandwich...
The woman's initial displeasure lessened considerably upon seeing the young man's handsome face. She looked at him meaningfully for a while before saying warily, "Be careful, let's let it go this time."
The young man said gently, "Yes! Thank you for your understanding, young lady."
"Giddy up!" The woman smiled with satisfaction, flicked the reins, and rode off on her horse...
Once the woman in purple left, the crowd dispersed.
The young man turned to look at Fu Yun. His expression, which had been calm just a moment ago, became extremely excited the next moment: "Benefactor, I recognize your voice. You are the one who saved me and my father five days ago."
"It's you!" Fu Yun suddenly realized why he looked familiar; it turned out to be the father and son who were almost kidnapped by bandits that day.
"What a coincidence." Fu Yun was also a little surprised and casually asked, "What are you doing here?"
The young man's cheeks flushed slightly, as if he felt somewhat embarrassed, and he whispered, "My benefactor, this is not a coincidence, it just means we are destined to be together."
Fu Yun: "..." What's with that slightly shy expression?
He had a bit of a headache and made it clear, "I forgot to tell you, I'm a man."
"Huh?" The young man was instantly stunned, staring blankly at Fu Jun.
Fu Jun wasn't one to explain too much, and seeing that the young man couldn't react for a while, she simply lifted part of the veil on her face, revealing her prominent Adam's apple: "Look carefully, I'm a real man."
The young man's stunned expression gradually turned into astonishment, and then into disbelief. He stared wide-eyed at Fu Yun's Adam's apple, and even reached out his hand involuntarily, clearly wanting to check it out.
Seeing his strange behavior, Fu Yun immediately stopped him, saying, "Stop! You've already looked, and now you want to touch it?"
The young man was startled, his finger jerking back. His handsome face flushed crimson, and he stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just... I just..."
Fu Yun found it hard to understand why this grown man was so easily startled and even more shy than a woman: "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you."
The young man was even more embarrassed, his head almost touching his chest: "I...I...it's not...this..."
Fu Yun twitched her lips, feeling utterly exhausted. She thought to herself, "If I act like I'm being bullied, people will think I did something to you."
"Okay! I got it, you don't need to explain." He quickly changed the subject: "Why are you wandering around on the street?"
If I remember correctly, men here are not allowed to show their faces in public; Su Zi had given him a stern warning last time.
"What?" The young man seemed to be still lost in his own thoughts, looking up at him with a blank expression. The blush on his cheeks had faded considerably, and he looked much more normal.
Fu Jun sighed and, unusually, repeated, "I'm asking you, why are you wandering the streets?"
The young man then realized that his previous reaction had been somewhat impolite. He quickly bowed slightly to express his apology before explaining in a low voice, "I was on my way to the mountain to gather herbs and just happened to be passing by."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yun recalled that she had indeed seen many herbs knocked over by bandits in his yard earlier.
"Does your family run a clinic?" he said, gesturing forward as he spoke.
The young man shared this intention and walked alongside Fu Yun.
He smiled shyly and explained, "No, my mother only knows a little about medicine and occasionally helps the neighbors with minor ailments. She only has a superficial understanding and can't even be considered a doctor."
Fu Yun knew that the ancients had the virtue of humility, and hearing the young man say this, she didn't intend to say too much to him. She directly shut him down with one sentence: "In my opinion, as long as they are saving lives, it doesn't matter whether they have a clinic or a reputation. What matters is that they are all real doctors and deserve everyone's respect."
The young man fell silent, his gaze fixed on Fu Jun, his eyes swirling with emotion, and his heart filled with turbulent waves.
This was the first time someone had told him that doctors are not distinguished by rank or social status; as long as they treat illnesses and save lives, even a poor person is a true doctor. Could he become a doctor who can heal the sick and save lives in the future?
Fu Yun didn't hear a response from the young man, so she ignored him and looked up at the sky. She saw that the sun was high in the sky and the sunlight was extremely hot.
I can't believe how fast time flies; it's already noon.
He couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Su Mang has been gone for so long, why hasn't she returned yet?"
She must have gone to see Su Zi.
Fu Yun: "..." If he really wanted to meet with Su Zi, he would have been back by now.
"My benefactor, why don't you come and sit in my humble abode?" the young man suddenly asked tentatively.
Fu Yun glanced at the young man and asked curiously, "What would I do at your house?"
The young man replied sincerely, "My benefactor, you don't know this, but since you saved me that day, my father has been talking about you these past few days, saying that he must find a chance to thank you properly."
Fu Jun laughed upon hearing this, and waved his hand dismissively: "No need for that. Actually, it was Zhilan who really put in the effort. If you want to thank someone, thank her."
"Zilan?" the young man asked uncertainly, "Is this the husband you mentioned back then?"
"Cough! Cough!" Fu Yun looked embarrassed and quickly explained, "The situation was special at the time. She deliberately acted out this play with me in order to catch the bandits."
"I see." The young man understood, his eyes filled with admiration, and he sincerely praised, "It is thanks to the two of you working together that we are able to return to peaceful life."
Fu Jun didn't intend to linger any longer and was about to say goodbye when the young man interrupted him: "Benefactor, may I ask your name?"
"My name is Fu Jun, what's yours?"
Fu Yun answered readily; he was upright and honest. As long as he had no connection with the Su family, telling them his real name was fine.
"Fu Jun? You wouldn't happen to be the young master of the Su family, would you?" The young man's eyes widened, his shock and surprise evident.
"You know me?" This time it was Fu Jun's turn to be surprised.
The young man replied, "Of course!"
He paused, then added, "To be precise, I don't know him personally, but in this Lingzhou City, I'm afraid everyone knows the name of the young master of the Su family."
Fu Jun's curiosity was truly piqued: "What do you mean by that?"
"Don't you know? You are the number one handsome man among the four most handsome men in Lingzhou City."
Fu Jun: "?" Really? How come he didn't know?
Of course you don't know, because you've always complained that he's too weak and frail.
The minibus quickly squeezed in wherever it could.
Fu Yun retorted firmly, "He's already skin and bones, how can someone with such a paper-thin physique be on the list of handsome men?"
Although he's a bit sickly, his looks are absolutely stunning! With just that face, he could easily be considered a top-tier handsome man.
Fu Yun was speechless, still finding this so-called ranking somewhat absurd. Because he had never received the treatment that handsome men deserved from Su Mang and Su Zi.
Seeing Fu Jun remain silent, the young man recalled the rumors he had heard that morning and felt somewhat puzzled: "My benefactor, I heard that the Su residence suffered a fire last night and the damage was severe. Why are you here?"
"Don't call me your benefactor anymore, just call me by my name." Fu Yun was so tired of hearing it that she had to remind him.
The young man scratched the back of his head, looking quite embarrassed: "It's impolite to call you by your first name. I'll just call you Young Master Su!"
Fu Yun didn't care: "Whatever, as long as you're not my benefactor."
Remembering that Fu Yun had asked him his name earlier, the young man took the initiative to say, "Young Master Su, my name is Lu Zhisheng. It is an honor to meet you."
“Same to you!” Fu Yun replied casually.
The names given by people in ancient times were indeed well-chosen; they have a very elegant and refined sound.
"Young master, so you've been here all along!" Su Mang's voice came from behind.
Just as Fu Yun was about to turn around, a commotion suddenly arose ahead.
"Your Majesty! It's Her Majesty the Empress!"
"My God! It really is His Majesty!"
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty!"
The crowd was chattering and making quite a scene.
"Step back! All of you, step back!"
The woman's sharp rebuke sounded somewhat familiar.
Fu Yun was instantly jolted awake by the chaotic noise; it was the voice of the fourth brother from the bandit's den.
Why is Zhilan suddenly appearing on the street? Has something big happened again?
I absolutely cannot have any more contact with her, otherwise I'll probably be the one who suffers.
Fu Yun didn't bother to explain to Lu Zhisheng and turned to run away.
Seeing him suddenly turn to leave, Lu Zhisheng instinctively reached out and grabbed him: "Young Master Su, are you leaving?"
Fu Yun just wanted to leave, so she quickly replied, "Yes, I have something to do, I'll go first."
“This…” Lu Zhisheng hesitated. He really wanted to see the Empress’s face, but if he parted ways with his benefactor like this, he didn’t know when they would meet again. So he said, “Young Master Su, I will leave with you.”
Fu Jun had no objections and was about to leave when, unexpectedly, he missed the best time to leave because of the brief pause in their conversation. He was jostled by the surging crowd, who pushed and shoved him and Lu Zhisheng, trapping them in place.
Lu Zhisheng looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, Mr. Su."
Fu Yun shook his head, unable to speak. He felt like a pancake being squeezed and pushed around by the crowd; the feeling was unimaginable.
However, this grand occasion did relieve him slightly. With so many people present, even if Zhilan had the sharpest eyes, she wouldn't be able to spot him.
Furthermore, he has nipped the original owner's evil intentions in the bud. As long as he avoids in-depth dealings with the Empress, he will not have the opportunity to offend her. Therefore, even if it is fate, he will not be unlucky at the moment.
Thinking of this, he was no longer in such a hurry. He reached out and grabbed Lu Zhisheng's wrist, slowly moving towards the side of the road.
As he squeezed outwards, he was quite impressed: This empress is very popular, comparable to a top-tier celebrity with explosive popularity.
Perhaps it's human nature to join in the fun, and he was actually quite curious to see what Zhilan would look like dressed as a woman again.
He raised his chin and looked ahead, but unfortunately, the original owner of this body was not tall, and there were crowds of people in front of him, so his line of sight could not reach the crowd, and he could not see the specific situation in front of him.
Only a woman in a red outfit could be vaguely seen, surrounded by the crowd in the middle; she was none other than the fourth brother, who was on high alert.
She spread her left arm, fiercely blocking the surging crowd, while her right arm gripped an unsheathed longsword, held against her chest, the meaning clear: if she blocked their way any further, she would attack.
Behind her stood the tall and graceful Zhilan. This time, her attire was completely different from the previous fitted and upright dress; it was a style of brocade and fine clothing only worn by women in ancient times.
She was dressed in a thick black gauze robe, with a black and red brocade lining underneath, and a deep blue belt around her waist. The gold glass buckle on the belt was luxurious and precious, yet it did not lose its ancient charm, making her extremely eye-catching.
Zhilan, dressed as a woman, has a slender and graceful figure with a curvaceous body. It's not hard to imagine how stunningly beautiful she must be.
However, no matter how stunning her appearance was, it was irrelevant to her, so it was better to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
Lu Zhisheng stood tall and strained to look ahead. After a long while, he still couldn't figure it out. He muttered in bewilderment, "What's going on? Why is His Majesty, who is so busy with state affairs, out on the street?"
For some unknown reason, the crowd began to push and shove, and Fu Yun, who was holding Lu Zhisheng's hand, was pushed away, and the two were shoved forward.
Seeing that the two were about to be separated by the crowd, Lu Zhisheng immediately used all her strength to pry the woman blocking their way, grabbed Fu Jun's forearm, and shouted in a panic, "Everyone, please don't push and shove, be careful not to hurt others."
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