Chapter 472: Wei Yi's Fate
Unexpectedly, the next moment …
Jing Rong flung her hand away and said, "Miss Mu Jin is a smart person. You should understand that a lover does not envy a lover. This Prince appreciates your kindness, but you and I are different people. Please understand."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Jin stumbled a few steps back. Her slender eyes were wide open.
She could only watch as Jing Rong left.
Her hand was suspended in mid-air.
She was a famous beauty in Anfu, and she was also famous for her talent. Many men had written poems to her just to win her heart and smile.
But this Prince kept her at arm's length.
Lang Po stood rooted to the ground, hesitating whether to leave or not. He shuffled his feet for a while, but decided to stay.
He said to Mu Jin gently, "Miss Mu Jin, His Highness has something to do. You should go back first."
"…"
Although Lang Po was a rough man, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her after being rejected.
He sighed and decided to change the topic.
Changing the topic, he pointed at the thing on the ground. "What is this? Why does it smell so good? "
"…"
Mu Jin didn't reply.
Her gaze was still fixed on Jing Rong's back.
Lang Po was embarrassed.
He scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, "Miss Mu Jin, to be honest, His Highness has someone else in his heart, so …"
That's why he rejected you.
But he didn't finish his sentence.
"Is it that Teacher Ji?"
Huh?
Lang Po shuddered.
He hurriedly explained, "Miss Mu Jin, please don't misunderstand. Teacher Ji is a man, I mean …"
"His Highness looks at her differently. I think I should call Teacher Ji Miss Ji, right?"
How could she not see through it?
She could see it since the day of the Lantern Festival.
Huh!
Lang Po's mouth was stiff.
He didn't know what to say.
Mu Jin smiled bitterly, "I understand."
She took out a bag from her sleeve and handed it to Lang Po, "This is the tea I brought to ward off the cold. Give it to His Highness."
"This …"
Mu Jin left in a daze.
Lang Po looked at her, feeling terrible.
It was an indescribable feeling.
For the past two days, they had been staying together. Although Mu Jin had read a lot of books and the things she said were interesting, he would feel disappointed if he couldn't hear it anymore.
Sigh —
He let out a heavy sigh.
Holding the chilling tea leaves in his hand, he stood there stiffly for a while.
…
The moment Ji Yunshu arrived at Wei Yi's room, the maidservant who was receiving the umbrella at the door said happily, "Teacher Ji, Young Master Wei is awake."
She nodded.
He went in.
Inside the room, Wei Yi was lying on the bed. The sickly look on his pale face had yet to dissipate. His clear eyes were wide open as he stared motionlessly at the white gauze hanging over his head.
He seemed to be in a daze, but there was also a hint of sadness in his eyes.
It was extremely bright!
Mo Ruo sat by the bed and first checked his pulse, then started to massage his hands and body.
He asked, "Does it hurt here?"
Wei Yi did not reply.
"What about this?"
No answer!
"What about here?"
Still no answer!
Not answering meant that it was not painful.
Mo Ruo heaved a sigh of relief and laughed, "You're really lucky to be able to survive. You're fine now. Rest well for a few days. I'll prescribe you some good medicine to strengthen your body. I guarantee that you'll be as lively as before in three days. When that time comes, we can set off. We've wasted a lot of time here in Anfu."
With that said, he put away the medicine box in his hand and walked to the table to write a prescription.
He looked up at Ji Yunshu, who had just entered, and said, "He's awake. You don't have to frown all day anymore."
Ji Yunshu did not reply to him.
She walked to the bedside and sat down. She gently held Wei Yi's broad and cold hands.
She called out, "Wei Yi."
Hearing this, Wei Yi's originally motionless eyes finally reacted. He blinked a few times before turning his head to meet Ji Yunshu's gaze.
A smile slowly appeared on his dry and pale lips.
His eyes were no longer dull and lifeless like before. Instead, there was a glint of spirit and light.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down for a long time before he slowly said, "Shu 'er."
"I'm here."
Perhaps it was tears of joy, Ji Yunshu's tears flowed down her cheeks and landed on the back of Wei Yi's hand.
His hand moved slightly and he raised it to touch Ji Yunshu's palm-sized face. His slender fingers caressed the corner of her trembling eyes and gently wiped away the tears.
"Shu 'er, don't cry. I'm fine."
His voice was weak and deep.
"Promise me, Wei Yi. You can't do this again. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life."
"Shu 'er, don't cry. Don't cry …"
"I'm not crying. I'm crying because I'm happy that you're awake." She smiled as she held back her tears.
Wei Yi's face was still wearing a gentle smile. That smile was like a ray of sunshine in spring, making people feel comfortable and at ease …
After Mo Ruo finished writing a prescription, he passed it to the maidservant.
"Take this and get the medicine."
"Okay." The maidservant took the prescription and left.
Mo Ruo twisted his sore neck and strode out the door.
Outside the door, Jing Rong stood with his back to the eaves. He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds above his head.
Mo Ruo did not call out to him. He walked to his side and washed his hands with the water from the eaves.
He was very happy.
He did not forget to frown and say, "This water is really cold. It's colder than the weather."
There was obviously a hidden meaning in his words.
Jing Rong did not look at him and continued to look at the dark clouds above his head.
Mo Ruo finished washing his hands and wiped them with a handkerchief. He squinted at him and smiled.
"Does your heart feel warm?"
His tone was full of teasing.
Jing Rong glared at him.
"Speak if you have something to say."
"If it wasn't for me, Teacher Ji would not have looked for you. You must have told her your worries. Otherwise, you would not have come."
"Hmm."
"Hmm? What does' hmm 'mean? "
Jing Rong did not want to talk to him at all.
Mo Ruo laughed a few times and let it go.
Then, he raised his head and looked at the dark clouds above his head. He said with a serious expression, "I don't know if it's good or bad."
Hmm?
Jing Rong glanced at him strangely.
"What do you mean?"
"Perhaps this is heaven's arrangement. That brat Wei Yi is so lucky that he could survive a sword through his chest. Unexpectedly, his illness has also improved."
Jing Rong's expression suddenly changed.
He seemed to have understood something.
"The illness you are talking about, you mean …"
He did not finish his sentence.
Tang Si, that crazy girl, appeared out of nowhere. She inserted herself between the two of them and forcefully squeezed them to the side.
Then, she imitated Mo Ruo and washed her hands with the water from the eaves.
She tilted her head and asked Mo Ruo, "Is the water clean?"
Mo Ruo looked at her in disdain. He said in a low voice, "This is rootless water. It's specially used as a medicinal catalyst."
"Rootless water? What's that? "
"It's rainwater."
Tang Si snorted coldly. "Rainwater is rainwater. What rootless water? You people from the Central Plains like to speak in such a scholarly manner."
After that, she happily washed her hands again.
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