Qinglian Jie

Chapter 5

In addition to the prescription, Xu Qinghui, who was pale and unsteady, was handed over to King Wu.

With a cold face, King Wu hugged Qinghui in his arms as he did when he came here, and rubbed the bloody wound on Qinghui's forehead with his rough fingers.

"...Please tell me, Wu Yubo vows to repay the kindness of the genius doctor in the future."

Han Hai blinked his big round eyes and said, "Mister said no, the things you sent are worth the price."

The corner of King Wu's mouth twitched, he took a deep look at Han Hai, then raised his eyes to scan the direction of the ghost doctor's couch, and went down the mountain silently holding Qinghui.

Qinghui uttered a syllable dryly, and was about to say something, Wu Wang woke up like a jerk, and shouted, "Shut up!"

He tapped Qinghui's Ya acupoint quickly.

Qinghui laughed, the corners of his swollen mouth tugged and drooped.Without looking at King Wu again, he turned his face and buried it in his chest.Until his acupoints opened naturally, he was too quiet to say a word.

King Wu clenched his teeth tightly, held his head high, and his neck was stiff.

When he arrived in front of the palace, the divine horse Chi Yun, who had followed him for many years, finally staggered and fell down.

King Wu subconsciously tightened his arms, kicked off his pedals, hugged Qinghui and rolled aside, avoiding Chiyun.The two of them had hardly eaten a single grain of rice for three or four days in a row, and even King Wu, who had a strong foundation, took a while to relax.

Servant Wu Song and Wu Bai heard the sound and went out of the house to meet him.

The King of Wu was supported up and ordered, "Please come Doctor Liu, the prescription is here."

Glancing at Qinghui again, the accident just now obviously did not affect him, he stood up silently, his clothes were dirty, and the skin around his ears and neck was mottled and ambiguous.

Yubo turned his head in disgust and walked towards Fujin's courtyard, covered his ribs with his hands, took a breath, and shouted at Wu Silk:

"Throw him back to Biboyuan!"

Wu Silk and Qinghui were not considered close friends, but now seeing Qinghui's downcast and strange appearance, and seeing King Wu's contemptuous attitude towards him, he still guessed something in his heart, and his attitude cooled down.

Qinghui couldn't help feeling dizzy after standing for a long time, his legs felt weak, and he whispered "Excuse me", as if he was about to fall down.Wu Silk hurriedly helped Qinghui's shoulders, remembered something, frowned and pushed him away, reluctantly helping him to walk away.

"Wu tea and Wu wine! Your master is back, hurry up and get someone!"

Wu Cha and Wu Jiu hurried out when they heard the noise, but Wu Jiu froze on the spot.

"This is……"

"...It's your master." Qinghui smiled, stretched out his hand to support Wu Jiu, "Help me in quickly."

Wu Cha calmed down quickly, quickly took Qinghui over with his hand, and thanked Wu Silk coldly.

Wu Silk waved her hands, her face showing a little bit of schadenfreude, and she said to Wu Cha in an unembarrassed voice, "I'm afraid Wu Jiu's temper will be restrained in the future. Just now I saw the master without saying a word, Going straight to Fujin, tsk tsk..."

"Hold your ass! Wu Silk, tell me..."

"Shut up," Qinghui patted him, staggered inward, and said in a low voice, "Remember to cook some porridge for me."

Wu Jiuzheng raised his breath and was held back by his patting. Seeing Qinghui's appearance, he insisted on swallowing his words.

Before leaving, Wu Jiu glared at Wu Silk with hatred.But he didn't know that his eyes were watery, and Wu Si's skin was covered with goosebumps.

Seeing that Wu Jiu helped Qinghui go a little further, Wu Cha said to Wu Silk lightly, "If there is anything to change, the young master will teach us. I won't bother you. You should go back and ask Fang Que if there is anything wrong." There's nothing to help."

Wu Si was puzzled, "I asked her why..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door of Bibo Courtyard was closed again.

"……Hey!"

When Qinghui woke up again, the wounds all over his body had been covered with medicines from Wu Tea and Wu Wine. The wounds were painful and cool, and the taste was unspeakable.

At noon, the warm sun shines through the top of the head and projects on the books, and the sound of birds and insects outside the window is like any clean and ordinary day.All kinds of things before, like Nanke Yimeng.

When Wu Cha entered the door, he saw Qinghui looking out of the window in a daze, the sun's rays gilded his brows, clean and stable.

Wu Cha hurriedly approached, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, use some porridge."

Qinghui supported the edge of the bed to get up, "Help me to see Yubo, I have something to say to him."

Wu Cha hurriedly stopped him, and said, "Master, let's rest first, and see you later when you feel better."

Qinghui was still struggling at first, but suddenly came back to his senses, "He must be at Fujin's place."

Wu Cha was silent.

Qinghui lost his mind for a while, "Here comes the porridge."

In the evening, King Wu had enough rest and took a knife to Bibo Courtyard where Qinghui lived.The courtyard is not far from King Wu's bedroom, hidden in a corner, and outside the wall is a bamboo forest, which was originally elegant and quiet.Now it looks a little desolate.

"Fu Jin is all right?"

Before King Wu could stand still, he heard Qinghui's dry voice, and raised his eyes to see Qinghui leaning against Wu Cha with a pale face.Wu Jiu continued to make tea in a muffled voice without raising his head.

King Wu sneered secretly, even the servants of Biboyuan were domineering like this.

The guard Xiaodao kept his head down, secretly glanced at Qinghui from time to time, and then turned away immediately.

King Wu's eyes lingered on Qinghui's neck for a moment, his face was gloomy, and he said, "Everyone go down."

Wu Cha and Wu Jiu glanced at Qinghui, Qinghui nodded slightly, and the two of them retreated together with the knife, and the room was immediately clean.

"Tell me, what is your relationship with the ghost doctor."

The prince came over and sat on the couch, took off Qinghui's clothes one by one, and rubbed vigorously on Qinghui's scar with the wet cloth left by Wu Cha.

The plaster that had just been applied melted away, and the wound gradually turned red after a few strokes, and it was about to bleed.

Qinghui gasped lightly, but didn't struggle, and clasped the edge of the bed with his fingers, trembling slightly.

"His name is Xu Ning, and he is my senior brother."

"Oh? Senior brothers also do this kind of thing?"

Qinghui, "Yubo, let me explain to you..."

"The king has sent someone to burn Liangshan."

Qinghui was surprised at first, then shook his head, "You can't kill him."

King Wu's face darkened.

"Hmph...don't..." Sweat dripped from Qinghui's forehead, and his right hand weakly pressed on King Wu's shoulder.

Wu Wang sneered, pulled Qinghui's hair, and forced the two to meet their eyes, "You are really worried about your senior brother."

Yubi rubbed Qinghui into his arms, viciously as if trying to swallow him into his stomach.

Qinghui shivered in pain, sweating profusely.

This situation was exactly the same as Xu Ning's coercion, Qinghui felt nauseous several times.He finally resisted, stretched out his trembling hand to hug King Wu, and kissed the corner of his mouth comfortingly.

"Don't be angry," Qinghui said intermittently, "Don't be angry...it's my fault...and Bo..."

Qinghui's mind was confused, for a long time King Wu pushed him away as if to leave, Qinghui quickly hooked his neck, "Wait, listen to me..."

King Wu threw him away and sneered, "Fu Jin is about to wake up, what's the secret, I'll listen to you next time."

Qinghui's face turned pale.King Wu glanced at the water basin on the table from the corner of his eye, tried it and it was already cold, so he brought it over and poured Qinghui all over his body, Qinghui shrank into a ball with a shiver.There were bite marks on his body from being pinched and bitten by King Wu, which covered the previous ones, making him look mottled and pitiful.

The prince wiped his lower body with the wet handkerchief, and then put on his clothes.

"Continue to serve in the mansion, but I can't tolerate you being as lawless as before."