sbdcsierra Chapter 236 Do you want to live?
Chapter 236 Do you want to live?
Mingruo looked at Lu Yangyang, slightly surprised: "Miss Lu?"
Lu Yangyang looked at Mingruo and was also surprised. Her face, which was as clear as a breeze and as bright as the moon, was even more stunning than when she saw her in the afternoon. Perhaps it was because she had completely removed her heavy makeup at home, revealing her true face.
For some reason, Lu Yangyang felt that he looked somewhat familiar.
But I can't remember where I've seen it before.
"Miss Lu?" Mingruo called her again.
Lu Yangyang snapped out of her daze and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry."
Then, curiously, he asked, "Does Young Master Ming know me?"
How did I know her surname was Lu?
"Thank you for your kindness this afternoon, Miss. Xianyin Pavilion has just received a reward and inquired about your name. I hope you won't take offense," Mingruo said softly.
It's quite surprising that he's such a gentle person.
Lu Yangyang remembered the purpose of her visit: "Young Master left something at the Qing'an Prince's residence today, and I happened to see it, so I brought it to you."
Mingruo looked at Lu Yangyang and nodded slightly: "I'm sorry to have troubled you to make this trip. If you don't mind, please come in and have a cup of tea before you leave."
"Okay." This was exactly what Lu Yangyang had been waiting for.
This guy is pretty savvy.
Lu Yangyang took out a reward from her pocket and handed it to the servant who had led her there: "Thank you for showing me the way. Please go and give my horse some water. Thank you for your help."
"Thank you for your generous reward. Rest assured, I will take good care of your horse." The servant accepted the reward and left happily.
Lu Yangyang, carrying the box, followed Young Master Ming into the courtyard.
The courtyard was in a remote location and not very large, but it was very clean, with everything arranged in an orderly manner and not messy at all.
Mingruo led Lu Yangyang into the living room and poured her a cup of tea: "This is simple tea, I hope you won't find it offensive."
Lu Yangyang took the teacup and glanced around the room. It was clean, orderly, and well-organized, showing that its owner was a very particular person.
She took a sip of tea, placed the box she was holding on the table, and opened it: "Young Master Ming forgot to take a box of Eastern Pearls with him, so I specially brought it over for you to take a look."
Mingruo glanced at the box of pearls but showed no surprise. She simply looked at Lu Yangyang and asked softly, "What would you like to ask, Miss?"
Lu Yangyang was somewhat surprised.
This young master Ming was an opera singer from a humble background, yet he remained completely unmoved by the priceless jewels placed before him.
Thinking back to when she first came to the capital, let alone such a large box of pearls, even ten taels of silver would have made her eyes light up with excitement. Even now, seeing such a large box of treasures, she is not calm. However, she is a person who can distinguish right from wrong. If it is not hers, she will not covet it.
“Young Master Ming is straightforward. Since that’s the case, I won’t beat around the bush. I’d like to ask you, Young Master Ming, who gave the script for the play about the real and fake heiresses to Xianyin Pavilion this afternoon? Do you know?” Lu Yangyang asked.
Mingruo was slightly taken aback. Of course, he wasn't stupid. He knew that Lu Yangyang must have something to ask for by bringing over this box of pearls that was originally impossible to obtain. However, he never expected that it would be about this play script.
He couldn't help but frown: "This script was sent over by a gentleman. Besides collecting scripts from outside, Xianyin Pavilion also employs its own scriptwriters. After this script was brought over, it received unanimous praise, so the owner told us to hurry up and rehearse this play. There were no other special instructions."
“This script is unsigned. Perhaps we can find out who wrote it, but if you want to find the storyteller, it might not be easy,” Mingruo said after thinking for a moment.
Lu Yangyang smiled and said, "Young Master Ming is quite perceptive."
I knew she wasn't looking for the writer, but rather the person behind the scenes.
“If you feel there is anything inappropriate about this script, I can discuss it with the owner of the brothel so that it will not be performed in the future,” Mingruo suggested gently.
Lu Yangyang looked up at him with great curiosity.
It's really interesting that because of this one question, he realized that she wanted to find someone to tell the story and thought that the story might cause trouble.
Such keen insight.
He doesn't seem like an ordinary actor.
“Young master, you misunderstand. I think this play is excellent and deserves to be a huge hit. It would be great if the entire capital and even the whole of the Great Zhao Kingdom could see such a wonderful play. I wish you a bright future in advance,” Lu Yangyang said with a smile.
Mingruo met her gaze, paused for a moment, and nodded gently: "Then I'll take your kind words, Miss."
Lu Yangyang smiled, thinking that it was indeed easier to communicate with smart people.
Sometimes, you don't need to say anything for the other person to understand.
Just as Lu Yangyang was about to get up and leave, Ming Ruo turned his head and coughed violently a few times. It took him a while to recover. He looked pale and tired, and apologized to Lu Yangyang with deep regret: "I'm sorry, I made you laugh."
This person... looks unwell, no wonder they are so thin.
As a doctor, Lu Yangyang couldn't bear to see anyone get sick.
Really...
She put her foot back down as she was about to get up. "I know a little about medicine. If you don't mind, young master, let me take your pulse."
Mingruo was surprised again; this Miss Lu... was indeed quite special.
However, he did not hesitate and reached out his hand, placing it on the table.
Lu Yangyang raised her fingers and grasped his pulse, then her expression suddenly turned serious.
After a while, she took out a small cloth bag from her handbag, opened it, took out a silver needle, and stuck it into Mingruo's arm.
A moment later, she pulled the needle out; the bottom part was completely black.
“You were poisoned with a deadly toxin when you were young, and then you were exposed to the cold. Although someone saved your life, the remaining poison and the cold poison have seeped into your bones. Over the years, they have accumulated in your body. It’s a miracle that you’ve survived until now.” Lu Yangyang stared at the needle, incredulous. How had he managed to survive all these years? How strong must his will be?
You should know that the deadly poison he suffered as a child almost killed him, and the cold poison was even more torturous. Once it took effect, his bones felt cold. Lu Yangyang had read in Wen Yu's notes that the blood in his whole body was cold, and his internal organs felt like they were being filled with snowflakes, causing him unbearable pain.
Given Mingruo's condition, he would probably have an attack every three to five days. It's unimaginable how he managed to get through it.
Mingruo's gaze darkened slightly. He had thought that a noblewoman like Lu Yangyang, even if she knew medicine, would only have a superficial understanding of it. However, he did not expect that she could directly see the root of his illness.
“Given your condition, it’s unlikely you can survive another two or three years.” Lu Yangyang looked at the person she had only met twice, hesitated for a moment, but still asked firmly, “Do you want to live?”