sbdcsierra Chapter 484 You Should Take Your Medicine
Chapter 484 You Should Take Your Medicine
"Be gentle, you..."
Wen Qingqing covered the back of her head, not understanding why Lu Yangyang suddenly got angry. Then she belatedly remembered that Lu Yangyang had made a deal with her, promising to accompany her to Miao territory, but in exchange, she had to give her two kinds of medicinal herbs from Medicine God Valley.
Those two medicinal herbs are used for...
And now, that sickly beauty lying in bed...
Doesn't this make sense?
Wen Qingqing looked up at Lu Yangyang in shock, her voice stammering, "You...you...you..."
Lu Yangyang glared at her: "Say it again now, and don't use any nonsense descriptions."
Wen Qingqing: "...It's...very bad."
Lu Yangyang's heart clenched painfully, and she asked urgently, "Where is he?"
Wen Qingqing pointed to the room at the back of the corridor: "There."
Lu Yangyang took off running.
Nalan Yunyan leaned closer with a gossipy look on her face and asked Wen Qingqing, "Is she really that good-looking?"
Wen Qingqing: "Of course, I would never lie!"
"How could anyone be as handsome as her husband? Sigh, he was the most handsome man I've ever seen, but unfortunately, he was physically weak and was crippled later. Oh well... none of them are that great." Nalan Yunyan shook her head to herself, realizing for the first time that good looks aren't always practical.
She was blinded by the men in the Zong family back then, thinking that any one of them would be good-looking, and that she could just happily be an imperial concubine.
The results of it?
It’s really hard to put into words.
Wen Qingqing tilted her head and looked at Nalan Yunyan thoughtfully: "Wait, who are you?"
“Me? I am…” Nalan Yunyan opened her mouth to say who she was, but then she suddenly remembered Lu Yangyang’s instructions: from now on, if she wanted to live, she should not say a single word about who she was until she returned to Great Yan, or she would bear the consequences.
Nalan Yunyan pouted, raised her chin arrogantly, and said, "I'm someone you can't possibly befriend!"
Wen Qingqing: "...So young, has she lost her mind? How can she be so childish!"
Nalan Yunyan frowned, instinctively sensing that this wasn't a nice thing to say: "What do you mean by 'chuunibyou'?"
Wen Qingqing: "...You're just stupid."
"You!" Nalan Yunyan stomped her foot in anger, turned around, and ignored Wen Qingqing.
Wen Qingqing curiously peeked inside, but Lu Yangyang closed the door too quickly, and she didn't see anything.
Lu Yangyang rushed into the room, only realizing she had been a little too hasty the moment she opened the door. She quickly took a deep breath, turned around, and gently closed the door.
Meanwhile, Zong Que, lying on the bed, heard the sound, slightly curled the corners of his lips, and then closed his eyes again.
Lu Yangyang tiptoed into the inner room. The room was lit, and Lu Yangyang immediately saw Zong Que lying on the bed. He was still wearing his black clothes, and no bloodstains could be seen, but the strong smell of blood lingered in the air, which made it clear that he had suffered serious injuries.
Lu Yangyang walked to the bedside, pulled over a futon and sat on the footstool by the bed. She lifted the thin blanket and pulled out Zong Que's hand. Just as she was about to put her fingers on his pulse, she was startled by the many wounds on his hand.
My palms, fingers, and even the backs of my hands are covered with tiny cuts, especially my palms, which are so worn down that you can hardly see any healthy skin. In some places the blood has dried, but in others the wounds are deep and blood is still seeping out.
Lu Yangyang stared blankly at the hand, a slight soreness welling up in her eyes.
Suddenly, Zong Que's fingers twitched, and he grabbed her fingers. Lu Yangyang looked at Zong Que with a slight panic. Zong Que opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
Lu Yangyang felt a warm rush to her eyes and quickly turned her face away, saying stiffly, "Your Highness has completely forgotten what I said. Shouldn't Your Highness give me an explanation?"
She gave him countless instructions, but he didn't listen to a single word.
Zong Que's eyes and lips were full of smiles. Looking at her like this, his heart felt completely filled. He couldn't suppress the joy on his lips and even chuckled softly.
Hearing that soft laughter, Lu Yangyang turned around and glared at him angrily.
Zong Que gripped her fingertips slightly and slowly uttered a few words, "Yangyang, it hurts."
Lu Yangyang's thoughts were immediately diverted, and she forgot everything else in an instant. She anxiously leaned over to check his injuries, muttering, "Where does it hurt? Your hand? Where else? Your leg? Your shoulder is covered in wounds too, and why is there one on your neck? Your face is covered in blood, is your forehead injured too? Qingqing said your injuries are like tofu skin, and it seems she was absolutely right. Wait a minute, let me treat your external injuries first..."
Lu Yangyang was about to get up in a hurry when Zong Que pulled her down, causing her to fall against his chest and bump her forehead against his chin.
She was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe. She hurriedly tried to get up, but she could hear his heartbeat, each beat louder than the last, and it was exceptionally clear in her ears.
Lu Yangyang's body instantly stiffened as if petrified. As if in response, her heartbeat also became erratic for a moment, mixing with the sounds coming from her ears, overlapping and making Lu Yangyang's mind go blank.
She even felt her body temperature gradually rising.
What's wrong with her?
I used to be close to His Highness, so why does it feel like things are getting different?
So what exactly is different?
Lu Yangyang felt as if an ant had crawled into her heart, tickling her. His heartbeat seemed to carry his body heat, forming a small flame by her ear, burning her from the base of her ear down to her throat, causing a slight dryness. She couldn't help but lick her lips lightly, only to find that her heartbeat had quickened even more.
it's wired.
Lu Yangyang felt that this strange feeling was out of control, as if something buried deep in her heart was slowly breaking through the soil, and in just one moment, it took root and sprouted completely.
The more she thought about it, the more the surrounding space seemed to fall silent in an instant, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, which became clearer and hotter.
Lu Yangyang felt she couldn't keep thinking like this. This feeling was too unfamiliar and too strange. She had always thought that emotions could be controlled. She had studied medicine with her aunt since childhood and could clearly describe every part of the human body in her mind. This was the first time she had clearly perceived such completely uncontrollable behavior and feelings.
It was as if she had stepped into a completely unfamiliar territory and entered into a completely unfamiliar emotion.
For a moment, she felt flustered and didn't know how to define her feelings.
“Your Highness,” Lu Yangyang scrambled to her feet in a flustered and disheveled manner, not daring to meet Zong Que’s eyes, and looked away at the window, “I’ve calculated the time, Qingqing’s medicine should be almost ready.”
"It's time for you to take your medicine."