When Pei Yanzhou woke up, Xuan Yi's figure was standing at the curtain.
He frowned and subconsciously looked at the bed next to him, but what he saw was completely empty. Only the two innermost wooden boxes were stacked and placed alone in the corner.
"What about her?"
A hoarse voice sounded in the room, so cold that anyone could hear the dissatisfaction inside.
Xuan Yi cupped his fists and bowed.
Thinking of the danger that the doctor just mentioned and the situation at Song Jinyin's place, his face tensed for a moment, and then he lowered his head lower.
If the truth were told, given the prince's temperament, he would never lie on this bed again, and he didn't know how long it would take for the injuries on his body to heal.
After regaining his composure, Xuan Yi spoke: "The master was unconscious just now, and the room was a little chaotic. It was inconvenient for Miss Jinyin to stay here, so she went back to her room to rest."
"When did you leave?"
"After the prince fell."
After thinking about it, Xuan Yi added, "The doctor is in a hurry to give the prince medicine. It is really inconvenient for Miss Jinyin. However, Miss Jinyin left a message saying that if the master wakes up, please go and inform her."
"Tell her..."
Pei Yanzhou lowered his eyelids and sneered, with a cold curve on his lips: "Who is she? What are the rules for allowing a maid to inquire about the master's affairs?"
"Master, forgive me!"
Xuan Yan looked anxious and hesitated in his heart, but before he could speak, he was told to retreat by Pei Yanzhou.
After the bead curtain stopped shaking, you could hear a pin drop in the room, and it was silent.
After a long time, he opened his eyes, and the darkness in his eyes dissipated, revealing his usual indifference and senselessness.
...
In the entire courtyard, the most anxious person at the moment was Butler Wang who was staying outside Song Jinyin's house.
The doctors in the mansion secretly have their own masters.
The prince had fever repeatedly and could not stay away from anyone. He did not dare to call the doctor who was guarding the prince, but the other people on duty in the Duke's Mansion today were not from Zhuyayuan.
When summoned, they would probably look at the Duke's face, or hold back and deliberately avoid any trouble. The only solution now is to go outside and invite someone.
He summoned his attendants and gave some careful instructions.
Inside, Song Jinyin was lying on the bed.
She couldn't see her neck, so she had to reach out and touch it, but accidentally touched the injury on her back. When she put it down helplessly, she pursed her lips, showing a look of pity.
"Girl, please be careful. I will apply some compress on the bruise on my neck first."
"Okay, I'd like to trouble Miss Biyu to give me a clean handkerchief. I want to wipe my chin, but I always feel a little dirty."
The person on the bed had crooked eyebrows, his face was pale and covered in scars, but he still smiled sweetly.
Biyu was stunned unconsciously.
If he hadn't known that she was injured and suddenly saw her bright crescent-shaped eyes, he would have probably couldn't help but wonder if she had encountered something happy, and he would even have followed her into this sweetness.
The warm handkerchief stopped on her chin. Song Jinyin didn't pay attention to Biyu's expression and wiped it with all her strength, just to clean up the disgusting touch left by the boy just now.
"It's better for you slave."
After coming back to her senses, Biyu couldn't bear to see her blushing.
Although she didn't see what happened, looking at the bruises that spread all the way up and the fingerprints left on her chin, she could guess what happened at that time.
Speaking of which, if he hadn't been in the mansion, a young man like him would have died under her sword.
Song Jinyin was not polite to her, and handed the handkerchief back to her. During the movement, some of her hair fell down and stuck to her cheeks, crossing her lips, making her look a little more delicate.
"When Miss Biyu gets along with me, there is no need to call herself a slave."
Song Jinyin smiled softly, "I am also a person who serves the prince. Like the girl, I cannot afford to be a slave in front of me. Last time I heard Butler Wang mention the girl's age. If the girl doesn't mind, I will Can you please call me sister Biyu?"
Biyu raised her eyes to look at her, her originally smooth black eyes flashing slightly.
If there hadn't been that war, her younger siblings would have been as old as the girl in front of her.
Maybe a little smaller, but he should still be able to raise his head and look at her with bright eyes.
Originally she wanted to say "I don't dare", but somehow, Biyu nodded her head secretly.
Song Jinyin smiled even brighter when she saw this. Although the woman in front of her didn't speak often, she knew that she should get closer to her.
And secretly, she also likes such a simple and direct woman.
Butler Wang's figure outside didn't know when he left. Biyu turned around and glanced, then whispered: "I think it's time for the prince to wake up."
"That's good."
After a long while, Song Jinyin opened her mouth.
The image of Pei Yanzhou falling to the ground appeared in her mind again, and her heart skipped a beat. She lowered her eyes to hide her thoughts, and quietly let Biyu wipe her face.
Speaking of which, Pei Yanzhou was injured many times. Sometimes when he came back from doing errands, he would still have scars and sword marks on his body.
But this was the first time I saw him unconscious with my own eyes.
She thought he would never fall to the ground, but she remembered today that he was also made of flesh and blood.
There was a flash of heartache, but it was quickly wiped away by Song Jinyin.
Someone will come to visit and care for her, and her worthless pity and love do not need to be shown.
His thoughts wandered for nearly half an hour, until there was some movement outside the house, and Biyu responded outside.
The door is opened.
Shen Yuhe took off his cloak and wore a lead-white wide-sleeved round-neck robe with a silver cloud-embroidered belt around his waist. He tied his hair with a jade crown. His skin was as white as jade, his eyebrows were handsome, and his big sleeves fluttered in a lazy and luxurious manner. When he saw Song Jinyin, he was hooked. He curled his lips and walked in.
A medical woman followed behind him, her head half lowered, as if she had no expression.
"We have met twice in just a few days. Your life is much harder than I thought."
Shen Yuhe raised his eyebrows slightly and stopped some distance away from her.
Seeing the doctor woman step forward, he added: "It's a lot worse than I imagined."
"Thank you for the compliment, Doctor Shen. It's just that the last time we met was only a few days."
Naturally, Song Jinyin just took it as her life and praised her. After that, she coughed lightly to suppress the itching in her throat.
The last time I was in the clothing store, it had been quite a while now, and it shouldn't have been just a few days. But as soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yuhe smiled lightly.
"I didn't know, but looking at your current spirit, this injury on your body should heal very quickly. Why..."
Shen Yuhe's eyes fell on her neck where she had taken away the handkerchief. The bruises were dazzling and made people stop talking suddenly.
Frowning slightly, Shen Yuhe stopped smiling: "Did he do it?"
"no."
Song Jinyin smiled at the medical woman, then looked over and met Shen Yuhe's gaze.
"I didn't follow the rules and was punished by other masters, but luckily I just pinched my neck and nothing else happened."
Yun Danfengqing's words made everyone in the room couldn't help but look at Song Jinyin's face. Even Xuan Er, who was guarding outside, couldn't help but raise his head.
There is no complaint, there is no trace of grievance or unwillingness when mentioned, and it is as indifferent as if you are talking about other people's affairs.
Even the smile in his words was full of sincerity and meaninglessness.
But it was her indifference that made others feel sour.
She was like a lonely flower. She never thought of exchanging her fragility for the attention of others. All she wanted was to live.
Shen Yuhe suddenly remembered the first time he saw her, curled up in a ball petitely, the wound on her neck was bleeding, soaking her clothes bit by bit, but she just frowned slightly and did not make a sound. snort.
Even when she was half-conscious, she opened her eyes and saw his robe stained with blood, and softly said she was sorry.
Complexity flashed in Shen Yuhe's eyes, but then the emotion subsided, and his eyes returned to a lazy look.
Come to think of it, the last thing a tough girl like her needs is pity.
He smiled at Song Jinyin and couldn't help but praise her.
"Awesome, you are the most powerful girl I have ever seen."
"Is this also a compliment to one's toughness?"
Shen Yuhe was stunned for a moment, then nodded after thinking seriously for a moment, "That's right."
