Long Jiu returned to the room and lay on the soft couch reading a medical book. He was so confused that he couldn't read a word.
Yunwu Xingyue prepared hot water and carried the hot wooden bucket in. Wu said: "Master, it's time to take a bath."
Long Jiu put down the medical book and glanced at Wu. Although it was just a light sweep, it made Wu feel even more stressed.
Could it be that...
Long Jiu stood up and walked to Mu Tong, while Wu undressed Long Jiu.
Long Jiu stepped into the tub and sank in. He closed his eyes and soaked in the bath.
"Go out" Long Jiu said in a cold tone.
The four girls nodded and left.
Long Jiu opened his eyes, looked at Wu's back, and suddenly said: "Wu, if you mind your own business in the future, don't stay in the Nine Prince's Mansion. I don't need such naughty and unjust subordinates."
Wu's body was shaken, and she knew that all the little tricks and plots could not escape the sharp eyes of the master.
Misty nodded. "Yes, please keep this in mind"
Wu was confused, was the master really cruel to Feng Xi'er? Does warning them also have the element of fighting for Feng Xi'er
Long Jiu closed his eyes. I don’t know why the anger in my heart is so deep.
Although he hates dishonesty and trickery, isn't it what he wants to punish Feng Xi'er? Why am I not happy at all, but instead feel even heavier.
In the stable.
Feng Xi'er lay huddled in the haystack. Very hungry, very cold, very tired.
So frustrated.
Feng Xi'er's tears fell from the corners of her eyes. He swallowed stubbornly and forced back his cry.
Aunt Chen, Aunt Wang and Xiao Tudou secretly came to visit her holding quilts.
Aunt Chen covered Feng Xi'er with a thick quilt, and she felt warm instantly.
Feng Xi'er secretly wiped her tears, raised her head and asked with a smile: "It's great to have you."
Aunt Chen wiped Feng Xi'er's hair lovingly and said, "Axi, don't be so stubborn and fight with the prince. You won't get good results. You have to be good, you know?"
Thinking of Long Jiu's cold and ruthless ice sculpture face, Feng Xi'er felt a sense of sadness in her heart. With Long Jiu's shrewd temperament, how could he not know the four girls' little tricks? However, Long Jiu didn't say anything for her, she knew Since he was unable to defend himself, he just let Long Jiu handle it.
There was a feeling of resentment in my heart, which felt so uncomfortable.
In order to prevent those who cared about her from being careless, Feng Xi'er suppressed the sadness in her heart and nodded obediently, as before, as if it was no big deal, "Don't worry, aunt, I can't afford to offend those people, and I can also hide from them. Don't worry, sleeping in a stable for the first time is quite interesting. It's night, so you should go back and rest quickly."
Xiaotuo's tears flowed out again, and Feng Xi'er's already a little sad heart became even more pessimistic. She felt like the heroine of Qiong Yao's drama.
Feng Xi'er had no choice but to comfort Xiaotuo in a joking tone: "Okay, your lady is not dead yet, why are you crying so miserably?"
Little Potato whimpered and started to ramble a lot. Feng Xi'er quickly stopped her in order to clear her ears: "Okay, my Little Potato, don't you just sleep in the stable for one night? It's not a big deal, and it won't break." Those who have broken arms and legs, get up tomorrow, the sun will rise, your lady is still fine, go back and rest quickly, Aunt Wang, you really don’t have to worry, go back and rest.”
The three of them waited for Feng Xi'er for a while, watching as Feng Xi'er's hair was finally dried and she finally left.
The night was very quiet, with a bright moon hanging in the starry sky.
Feng Xi'er had no intention of sleeping. She leaned against a wooden pillar alone, looking up at the distant starry sky with her head raised and her chin dazed.
She was no longer so cold and was wrapped in a thick quilt. Aunt Chen left three big steamed buns for her. She ate them all and felt very satisfied. As long as I don't starve to death, I'll be fine. When you're hungry, steamed buns are a delicacy.
Feng Xi'er just stared at the starry sky blankly, obviously very sleepy, but not sleepy at all.
Feng Xi'er never dreamed that she and Long Jiu would be in such a situation. Why did they get to this point? Feng Xi'er also felt it was strange.
Now, she just wants to live well.
Only by living can you have the opportunity to solve the doubts in your heart. Feng Xi'er believes that one day, she will know the truth.
A cool breeze came over, Feng Xi'er sneezed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, Feng Xi'er lay down on the haystack, tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep.
I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m in a state of turmoil.
Feng Xi'er was not the only one who was in a state of chaos.
After Long Jiu took a medicinal bath, Ziyun applied ointment to him and massaged him. Long Jiu kept his eyes closed, smelling the faint fragrance of medicine, trying to calm his restless heart.
But it didn't. Instead, it became more disturbing as the night went on.
Ziyun's delicate and soft hands gently massaged Long Jiu's back. Ziyun hid the shyness in her eyes. For so many years, even if her master didn't love her, she was satisfied to be able to stay by his side and do these things for him.
The night was quiet, the two of them were speechless, and there was ambiguity in the air.
After a while, Ziyun said: "Master, the scars on my back are getting lighter and lighter. The formula of the Western Region Poison Cult is really powerful."
Long Jiu hummed lightly, a little absent-mindedly.
In fact, he really didn't care about these scars. No matter how much treatment or salvation is given, it will never return to its original state.
"It's late at night, let's go down and have a rest." Long Jiu never opened his eyes to look at her.
Ziyun felt disappointed because he didn't leave her behind.
The wedding ceremony last night was just a mission, just a show for outsiders to see.
I know it clearly, but I still feel distressed.
Ziyun lowered his head and retreated sadly.
Long Jiu put on his clothes and was not tired at all. I always feel like something is not being done.
Looking out at the closed wooden window, that woman...
Long Jiu made up his mind, closed his mind and calmed down, then sat down at the square table and read the medical book.
It's strange, I still can't read a word.
After a long time, unable to bear the fierce struggle in his heart, Long Jiu threw down the medical book and pushed out the door.
Long Jiu put his hands behind his back, took light steps all the way, and pushed the door open. His mood was like a spring of release, and his depression was dissipated.
Damn it.
…
Feng Xi'er couldn't sleep, so she stood up and leaned against the wooden pillar, taking out the flute she carried with her.
Thinking of what Hong Jiu said, Ah Xi missed me and played the flute.
Oh, she thinks about Hongjiu all the time, doesn't she have to play the flute all the time
This was the only thought Hong Jiu left for her.
Therefore, Feng Xi'er always carries this flute with her.
Holding the flute in both hands, she put it to her mouth, her lips slightly opened, and Feng Xi'er gently played the melody.
It’s the same song that you should never forget.
She is truly alone now.
Long Jiu stayed in the corridor behind the stable, quietly listening to this familiar yet unfamiliar piece of music.
This melody... was so poignant and melodious. Listening to it made his heart inexplicably ripple. There was even a touch of heartache, which made him feel overwhelmed.
Feng Xi'er was worried that the people in the house would be disturbed, so after playing for a short time, she hid the flute in her arms. He sighed softly. He lay down on the haystack again, closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep quickly.
There is still a lot of work waiting for her tomorrow. You have to keep your spirits up before you have the energy to work.
Live well, for Hong Jiu.
This was her initial thought.