Chapter 47 047 "It's alright, you'll repair me..."
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Jiang Ling'er remained unconscious for three whole days before waking up.
When I woke up, snow was falling outside the window, a charcoal fire was burning inside, and the blanket covering me was thick and warm, making me want to stay cozy and stay there forever. For a moment, I even thought... I had returned to the past.
Those days of living a life of luxury and carefree living now seem incredibly unreal.
"Oh, you're awake!"
A sharp, rather loud female voice rang out, followed by the sound of a basin of water being overturned. The woman jogged forward, grasped her hand tightly, and her round, wheat-colored face was set with a pair of round, bright eyes.
"Madam Yang, you're finally awake!"
Jiang Ling'er finally recognized the young woman in front of her as the peasant girl who had been chased by Di Qing that day.
"So it was you..."
Before Jiang Ling'er could finish speaking, Aunt Yang rushed over at the sound of her voice: "Has Anu woken up?"
Jiang Ling'er looked up and saw Granny Yang stumbling towards her. She hurriedly tried to get off the bed to stop her, but when she turned her head, she saw that Granny Yang was holding a fish in each hand, and her large apron was covered with dense fish scales. She froze, "This is..."
Before Jiang Ling'er could finish speaking, a familiar, heart-wrenching wail came from next door:
"...Brother! I know you're eager to see your wife, but please go easy on me! I'm a living, breathing person... Ah! Brother, brother... Ancestor, I was wrong, Ancestor!"
The boy's wailing voice suddenly stopped; perhaps... he had fainted from the pain.
Seeing Jiang Ling'er blinking her almond-shaped eyes in confusion, the peasant girl covered her mouth and laughed, "Don't worry, it's your husband treating Yang San'er next door. I've never seen anyone sew fish skin onto a person before! It's unheard of! Your husband is so young, yet he's even more skilled than the village doctor!"
The peasant girl didn't know that Yang San'er was the real Yang Dalang, hence this saying.
Jiang Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that Yang Dalang was also alive.
"Look, we were just talking about your husband, and he's already here."
Jiang Ling'er paused slightly upon hearing this, then looked up and saw that Little Poison had come out and was standing by the door at some point. He was already tall, and the farmhouse was low, so when he stood tall and elegant on the door frame, no light could get in, and she couldn't see what expression was on his face.
Before Aunt Yang could say anything, the little poisonous creature spoke first, coldly:
"You all go out first."
The peasant girl paused, glanced at Jiang Ling'er with some worry, tightened her grip, and tactfully took Aunt Yang's arm and left. Soon, only Jiang Ling'er and the little poisoner remained in the room.
Jiang Ling'er watched as the little poison creature walked step by step toward her. The afternoon light fell behind him, gilding him with a faint golden edge, which was somewhat dazzling. Jiang Ling'er couldn't help but squint.
He walked against the light to the bedside in a few steps, then suddenly stopped and bent down, forcing Jiang Ling'er to lean back. The little poisoner braced himself on either side of Jiang Ling'er, so close that they could almost hear each other's breath. His dark eyes reflected Jiang Ling'er's pretty, pale, slightly dazed... silly face.
"Why did you take it upon yourself to challenge the Qing dynasty alone?"
They're quite fierce.
"Um?"
And they were aggressive.
Jiang Ling'er held her breath, blinked rapidly, and glanced at his hands. Instead of the scaler she had expected, she saw silver needles, one of which even had a small piece of black fish skin attached to it. She thought to herself that the peasant girl was right; there really were people in this world who sewed fish skin onto people's bodies...
This kid has this trick up his sleeve!
Jiang Ling'er's eyes brightened slightly, looking at the little poisoner as if he were a precious gem. She turned around, realizing what he had said, but was even more confused:
"……What?"
Seeing the person in front of him suddenly purse their lips, their chest heaving as if they were suppressing something, he abruptly lowered his gaze, staring at her even closer, their noses almost touching. He gritted his teeth and said again:
"Didn't I tell you to stay put and not move? What are you trying to be a hero for? Do you know that if Huo Wu had used all her strength in that palm strike on your head... if... if..."
The little poisoner hesitated for a long time without coming to any conclusion, only her chest heaving more and more violently and her fists clenching tighter and tighter, imprisoning her.
The knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on the back of the hand stood out like a crouching dragon.
"Ah...you mean that?" Jiang Ling'er suddenly remembered what he was referring to.
When the little poisoner woke up from the illusion, the first thing he did was to tell her to stay by his side, saying that he would take care of the rest. She didn't listen, not because she didn't trust him or was deliberately being stubborn, but because she had seized a slight weakness in Huo Wu and gambled on it, and fortunately, she was right.
If it weren't for her palm strike, how could the little poisonous creature have successfully injected the Gu worm from the bamboo flute into Huo Wu's heart? As for the matter of fighting Di Qing one-on-one, there's even less reason to blame her.
If the two top assassins of the Demonic Sect had met, would they have had the leisure to discuss right and wrong here today?
However, she always knew that the little poisoner was very awkward. Saying a few nice words was like taking his life, let alone "thank you." She was afraid she would never get him to say it even once in her life! She was in a good mood and didn't bother to argue with him.
Jiang Ling'er patted the little poisonous creature's tense shoulder, though she didn't know the reason for its anger, and smiled with her eyes crinkling:
"You're welcome."
She didn't know how long she had slept, but it was a very, very long sleep, the best she had ever had. Even in her previous life of luxury, lying on a soft bed like a cloud, she had never slept so well. She could still smell a faint, calming fragrance in the air. Her body, which had been covered in wounds, was now completely unharmed; the new flesh was white, smooth, and she couldn't help but touch it a couple of times. She felt completely refreshed, like a sponge filled with water, her whole body relaxed and seemingly bursting with energy. She patted the little poisoner's shoulder again, this time with genuine gratitude:
Thanks.
After saying that, she was about to get off the bed. It didn't matter that the little poisoner was blocking her way. She was generous and wouldn't bother with a brat! She was in a hurry to see what Yang Dalang would look like with the fish skin sewn on. Jiang Ling'er was like an eel trying to slip out from under the little poisoner's arm when she was suddenly picked up around the waist and thrown back onto the bed!
Jiang Ling'er is really angry now; even a clay figure would be furious!
Jiang Ling'er even bounced on the thick mattress, turned her head and glared at him: "What are you doing!"
To everyone's surprise, the little poisoner was even angrier than her. He lunged forward, pinning her knee between her legs to restrain her twisting motion, one hand supporting her face, the other gripping her wrist tightly, and demanded:
"Weren't you most afraid of dying? Why weren't you afraid then? Did you really want to die that badly?!"
The grip on her hand was so strong that Jiang Ling'er frowned. Just as she was about to burst into a tirade, she saw a pair of beautiful eyes, seemingly burning with a sea of anger, staring at her from close range. Only then did she realize that the little poisoner was truly angry.
And he was very angry.
Jiang Ling'er looked completely bewildered upon hearing this, tilting her head and seemingly unconcerned as she stared at the pair of eyes before her.
"It's okay, you'll heal my wounds, won't you?"
The moment the words left his mouth, the little poisoner's long eyelashes trembled suddenly, as if he had been burned. His hand, which was gripping hers, shuddered and then tightened its hold on her. It felt as if magma had filled his chest, burning his eyes. His dark pupils reflected Jiang Ling'er's fair face with a healthy blush and a heroic air.
"With you here, what am I afraid of? No, why are you so angry?" Jiang Ling'er was really puzzled. Seeing that he didn't speak, she asked him instead, "What about you? Aren't you afraid that I'll take your bamboo flute and run away? If you don't have the bamboo flute, how do you plan to deal with Huo Wu?"
Perhaps it was the surge of heat flowing into his chest that made his whole body pound, especially his heart, which was pounding wildly as if it were about to leap out of his chest. Driven by this inexplicable impulse, the little poisonous creature blurted out without thinking:
"I'm not betting on some broken bamboo flute, I'm betting on you. As long as you come, my sanity returns, and I can't possibly lose!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all around was silent, with only a faint, calming fragrance floating in the air.
Jiang Ling'er froze on the spot upon hearing this, her pupils slightly dilated, her almond-shaped eyes blinking as she stared at him, seemingly stunned, and momentarily forgot to struggle.
Little Poison: "..."
After saying that, the little poisoner seemed to realize what he had said. He suddenly paused, as if he had been electrocuted, and threw away Jiang Ling'er's wrist. He seemed to realize how intimate their position was at that moment. He tried to get off the bed in a flustered manner, but stopped halfway. He was still on top of Jiang Ling'er, seemingly stubbornly refusing to get off, but he turned his head away and deliberately did not look at Jiang Ling'er. Only his slightly exposed earlobes were red.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response from Jiang Ling'er, the little poisoner inexplicably sensed a hint of resistance. The molten lava flowing within him instantly transformed into a rampaging rage. Just as he was about to erupt, he suddenly caught a whiff of a hidden scent of blood...
The little poisoner immediately cradled Jiang Ling'er's head, the silver needles he had long since tossed under the bed. One hand remained propped against Jiang Ling'er's face, while the other reached behind her neck, fingertips threading through her cloud-like black hair, fingertips caressing the soft skin of her nape. His brow furrowed in gloom, his high-bridged nose twitched, and he murmured to himself, "Bleeding again?"
That's impossible.
Jiang Ling'er awkwardly dodged around, and soon her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.
"No... I didn't... that 'I'..."
However, no matter where she fled, that hand followed her like a shadow. The little poisonous creature pinched the skin on the back of her neck like it was catching a chick, as if it was determined to find a wound. I don't know how this kid's nose is so sensitive, it's even more sensitive than a dog's! Perhaps its medical skills were being challenged, it wouldn't give up until it found the wound!
Jiang Ling'er finally couldn't take it anymore: "It's my period!"
Now it was the little poisoner's turn to be stunned, his fingertips frozen on the back of her neck.
The little poisonous creature's eyes flickered, as if it wanted to say something: "You..."
Suddenly, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, a reprimand rang out:
"You are not allowed to hurt her!"
A broom struck the little poisonous creature hard!
The farm girl was used to doing farm work. Although she looked thin and weak, she was quite strong. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to escape from Di Qing's clutches.
The little poisonous creature was struck on the back, letting out a muffled groan, and even it paled. It got off the bed with a grim face, and the instant its eyes met the peasant girl's, the girl dropped her broom in fright. Jiang Ling'er immediately called out to stop it:
"Small……"
But before he could utter a single word, the little poisoner brushed past the farm girl and slammed the door shut.
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
Farm girl: "..."
The peasant girl, trembling with fear, had her legs go weak and was helped up by Jiang Ling'er. However, Jiang Ling'er only offered a cursory support before quickly letting go, instead clutching her lower abdomen and hastily uttering a sentence:
"Wait for me a moment!"
I went inside and changed into clean clothes before coming out.
After talking with the peasant girl, Jiang Ling'er learned that Huo Wu and Di Qing had both been buried in the wilderness. However, the news spread quickly, since the marks on her body couldn't lie, and all sorts of rumors circulated. When she heard the peasant girl wiping away tears and recounting how her reputation was ruined, Jiang Ling'er got up angrily to help her teach those gossiping people in the village a lesson, but the peasant girl stopped her.
“No need, Sister Anu. Through this incident, I… have seen many things clearly. I used to think that marriage would give me security, but now it seems… that’s not the case. No matter how many times I explain to my husband that I haven’t lost my innocence, in his eyes, as long as this happened, I am a harlot who has lost my innocence, a sinner who has disgraced his family, even though… even though I wasn’t the one who did wrong.” The peasant girl sniffed and grasped Jiang Ling’er’s hand. “I came here today to thank you and say goodbye. I’m leaving tonight.”
Jiang Ling'er was stunned: "Where to?"
"I want to move to a different place. I've figured it out no matter what. The most important thing is to stay alive."
As the farm girl spoke, she subconsciously rubbed the wound on her arm. Naturally, she didn't have any small poisonous creatures channeling ghost fire to repair her body; only a small patch of it, visible from her collar, still showed a horrifying bluish-purple mark.
"Great!" Jiang Ling'er immediately clapped her hands and stood up. "That's right, staying alive is the most important thing!"
Although her hair was styled in a woman's bun, the peasant girl finally revealed her childlike nature and began to sob:
"Will we ever see each other again in the future?"
"Of course, definitely."
Jiang Ling'er held the peasant girl in her arms, and the two girls embraced each other.
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That night.
The sound of arguing came from the small farmhouse; it was a farm girl arguing with a short, stocky farmer.
"This is my dowry, so what if I want to take it with me?!"
"Bullshit! You're mine now that you've married me, you bitch! You won't get a single penny from me!"
Immediately following was a resounding slap!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Once, twice.
Then came the incessant knocking on the door.
Annoyed, the farmer opened the door, grumbling, "Who is it? Why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night..."
The little poisonous creature merely glanced down at him, and the farmer seemed frozen in place, automatically falling silent. In an instant, sweat poured down his face and head.
The little poisoner's gaze swept past him to the peasant girl behind him, whose left cheek was noticeably swollen, and he blurted out:
How to use a menstrual belt?
The person who appeared was too bizarre, and the question was too bizarre. For a moment, the peasant girl thought she had misheard. She even thought that the little poisoner had come in the middle of the night to avenge her hitting him with a broom during the day. However, seeing the person looking at her coldly and his overly serious expression, she didn't think it was fake. The peasant girl didn't dare to delay and subconsciously put aside the shame of talking about menstruation. She told the little poisoner in a few words.
The little poisonous creature nodded and asked again, "Do you have any unwanted clothes?"
The farm girl paused for a moment, then nodded quickly and took out a package: "Look at my memory! I was going to give this to Sister Anu during the day, but I forgot!" The farm girl stuffed the package into the little poisonous creature's arms and added, "Sister Anu is taller than me, so it might be a little small for her... Oh right, these are all unworn."
The little poisonous creature stared at the package for two seconds, took it, and turned to leave.
Once the man was gone, the farmer seemed to come to his senses. He flew into a rage, grabbed the broom beside him, and strode towards the farm girl.
"You bitch, you still dare to say you didn't cheat on me behind my back..."
A sudden blizzard brought a cloud of bluish powder. The farmer sniffed and fell straight to the ground, then began to wail and cry out, "It itches, it itches so bad!" He frantically scratched his exposed skin with his ten fingers, and soon his body was covered with bloody marks.
After the snowstorm, another person appeared outside the door; it was Little Poison again.
"I don't like owing favors." The little poisoner glanced at the wailing farmer on the ground, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Should we destroy the evidence?"
The peasant woman, stunned for a moment, then looked panicked and frantically shook her head: "No...no need..."
The little poisonous creature scoffed, "Woman's compassion."
He then draped the package over his shoulder in an arc with one hand, turned and disappeared into the snowstorm; this time, he was truly gone.
After snatching her dowry from the wailing peasant on the ground, the farm girl looked at the vast expanse of snow and couldn't help but worry about Jiang Ling'er:
"With such a... such a terrifying husband, Sister Anu should be alright, right..."
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The person who was described as "terrible" used his light-footed skills in the snowy night and arrived at his doorstep in just a few breaths.
Before entering the house, he remembered to shake off the snow on his body, but just as he was about to push open the door, a small bump suddenly appeared on his chest. The pain of being bitten made him shudder. He pressed his forehead against the door, covered his chest with his jade-colored hand, and gasped for breath. The bag fell to the ground.
Beneath his long, flowing hair was a pale, handsome face glistening with cold sweat.
Separated by a single door, outside, snow fell heavily, and the cold was biting. Inside, a charcoal fire burned, its fragrance faint and sweet. Jiang Ling'er, holding a bamboo flute in one hand, was still practicing with the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort) in her sleep, while with the other hand she made a "Thunderclap" gesture in the air before turning over and falling asleep again.
It snowed all night.
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Author's note: Because there will be a lot of things to do from the end of the year to the end of February, I will update every other day for a while. See you at 9 pm the day after tomorrow!
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