After returning to the post house, they sent out all the people belonging to Anguo, leaving only the people from the Wuguo envoy in the yard.
Ling Zhouyang sat by the door, watching Ning Yuanzhou accept the crime, watching Ren Ruyi take the whip and whip it on Ning Yuanzhou's back.
She couldn't help but shudder, it looked quite painful.
After Yang Ying finished the last whip, Ning Yuanzhou turned around and knelt in front of Yang Ying.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me the whip."
Yang Ying held the whip in her hand, her eyes were slightly red, and her mouth was trembling slightly.
It wasn't until Ning Yuanzhou fell that Yang Ying came to her senses and quickly supported Ning Yuanzhou.
"Brother Yuanzhou!"
"Ning Tou'er!"
"Boss!"
Several sounds sounded one after another, and Ling Zhouyang frowned. It was really noisy.
Ren Ruyi looked anxious, but his feet seemed to have taken root and did not move forward.
"Sister Lingzhou, come here and see the boss." Yuanlu raised his head and looked for Lingzhouyang's figure, and finally saw Lingzhouyang sitting on the threshold.
"What are I looking at? There's still Qian Zhao, don't worry, he won't die." After saying that, Ling Zhouyang stood up, patted the dust on her skirt, and left without mercy.
What's so good about this little injury? Qian Zhao is not a freeloader.
Qian Zhao looked at Ling Zhouyang's leaving figure, with an imperceptible sadness flashing in his eyes.
After they helped Ning Yuanzhou into the room, Qian Zhao was giving Ning Yuanzhou an injection.
Ren Ruyi looked at the door and saw Ling Zhouyang standing behind her.
"Why don't you go in?"
Ren Ruyi twitched the corners of her lips, "No need."
"Is it unnecessary or do you not dare?" Ling Zhouyang could see clearly that Ren Ruyi just felt sorry for Ning Yuanzhou.
Ren Ruyi didn't answer, looked at Ning Yuanzhou again and left.
In a blink of an eye, Qian Zhao followed him out. He looked at Ling Zhouyang standing by the door with a complicated expression, and then went to chase Ren Ruyi.
Yu Shisan and Sun Lang also followed closely behind.
Qian Zhao stopped Ren Ruyi, "Wait a minute."
"Why don't you go in and see him?" Qian Zhao's words were exactly the same as Ling Zhouyang's.
Ren Ruyi turned his back to Qian Zhao and the others, "I am Zhu Yiwei and he is Liu Daotang. He was knocked unconscious by me just now. Why should I go see him?"
Qian Zhao lowered his eyes, "I will not apologize for what happened yesterday, but you saved His Highness."
"So, whether you want to kill or behead, it's up to you." Qian Zhao took out a dagger from behind him as he spoke. Even though Ren Ruyi's back was turned to them, he still stretched out the hand holding the dagger.
"Too lazy to do anything." Ren Ruyi didn't turn around or answer, her tone was light, as if she didn't care about their betrayal at all.
Ling Zhouyang looked at it and felt that it was boring. That was the case with Ren Ruyi.
He was ruthless when he was a killer, but he was too ruthless when he was a normal person.
After the three of them dispersed, Qian Zhao went to the kitchen to cook medicine.
He looked at a few flames jumping up next to the casserole, and his thoughts drifted away.
"Cooking medicine can also distract you? Do you want your boss to be unable to take medicine today?" Ling Zhouyang walked into the kitchen, picked up the casserole with the medicine on the stove, and put it aside.
"How could you..." Qian Zhao wanted to ask you why you were here, but was interrupted by Ling Zhouyang.
"I'm hungry, so I came to the kitchen to look for something to eat. What's wrong?" Ling Zhouyang then started rummaging in the kitchen.
Upon hearing this, Qian Zhao lowered his head and responded softly: "No."
He heard his voice before he saw him, "Brother Qian, is the boss's medicine ready?"
After a while Genroku appeared at the door of the kitchen.
"Sister Lingzhou, why are you here? Oh~ are you hungry again?" Seeing Lingzhouyang flipping the pot, Yuanlu reacted.
When Yuan Lu saw that the two of them were silent, he walked to the stove and looked at the medicine that had been cooked. He asked doubtfully: "The medicine is ready, why don't you send it over, Brother Qian? The boss is already awake."
Ling Zhouyang looked up at Yuan Lu, chewing a steamed bun in her mouth, and said, "Why don't you send it over quickly? Your boss will have to rest after drinking the medicine."
"Oh oh oh, then I'll deliver the medicine to the boss first." Yuanlu ran away with the casserole.
Ling Zhouyang was nibbling a steamed bun and was about to leave the kitchen, but before she could step out of the kitchen door, Qian Zhao grabbed her wrist.
"Hiss~" Ling Zhouyang took a breath of cold air.
Qian Zhao wields a broadsword, so his hand strength is naturally stronger than others. Normally, Ling Zhouyang would not have such a big reaction, but he just caught the place where Ling Zhouyang was bleeding.
Qian Zhao was stunned and let go of his hand. He looked down and saw that Ling Zhouyang's left hand was dripping with blood and her aqua blue sleeves were also dyed red.
Qian Zhao's pupils shrank, "Are you injured? What's going on?"
"Hey~" Ling Zhouyang suddenly felt that the steamed buns in her mouth no longer tasted good, and turned around to look at Qian Zhao angrily.
"Tell me, is it possible for me to deal with it first?"
"Let's go." After saying that, Qian Zhao took Ling Zhouyang's arm out of the kitchen and walked to his room.
The kitchen can cook medicine, but there is no medicine for injuries. The medicine is kept in Qian Zhao's room.
When she arrived at Qian Zhao's room, Ling Zhouyang sat down directly and put her left hand on the tea table, not feeling anything wrong at all.
Qian Zhao took out the wound medicine and scissors, and after opening Ling Zhouyang's sleeve, he saw that the gauze was soaked in blood.
He carefully cut the gauze, and then saw two scars on Ling Zhouyang's left wrist that had not completely healed.
"Hurry up, Mr. Qian." Seeing Qian Zhao's slowness, Ling Zhouyang could only urge him.
Isn't it just a slit on the wrist? Is it necessary to look at it for so long?
Qian Zhao was filled with doubts, "Why?"
This wound was made by himself, and as a martial arts practitioner, he could still tell.
What made Ling Zhouyang scratch his wrist? Suddenly, he remembered the pills Yuan Lu had taken recently. He asked Yuan Lu to take a look. In addition to a few tonics, there was something else in them that he never found. What comes to mind.
Thinking about the fishy smell that could not be covered up by the other medicinal materials, he thought it was some medicinal material with a fishy smell.
When he saw the injury on Ling Zhouyang's wrist, he realized that it was obviously the smell of blood, but it was neutralized by other medicinal smells so that it didn't resemble the smell of blood.
"Why?" Ling Zhouyang pretended not to understand.
After bandaging, Qian Zhao raised his head and looked at Ling Zhouyang, his voice trembling slightly, "We met by chance, why did you use your own blood to save Yuan Lu?"
Ling Zhouyang pretended to be surprised, "Yeah, you saw it."
"It's nothing, I just feel a little pitiful when I see him lying on the bed, and I feel a little soft-hearted when I see you caring about him."
"I don't have any good qualities as a person. The only thing I have is a kind heart."
Qian Zhao looked at the girl with a playful smile in front of him, and his heart was deeply touched.
In the end, he only uttered two words: "Thank you."
Ling Zhouyang waved her hand, "Thank you for nothing. I volunteered. Saving a man's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Curing him is a great merit."
I just hope that she will not go to the eighteenth level of hell when she dies.
It would be very painful to have to suffer after death, so she tried her best to do some good deeds and accumulate merit.
