Apart from the sound of footsteps, Zhao Jing didn't hear any more noise. A fat spider on the spider web behind the door was trying to repair the damage caused by the opening and closing of the wooden door, just like how he used to repair his own web day and night in the airtight palace. The difference was that the spider had to hunt for food to survive, while he had to protect himself.
His father's indifference to the concubine and the covetous eyes of the people around him made him live even less comfortable than this spider. At least in this web, it had its own say, and he was just a dagger inlaid with all kinds of gems and hidden in a box. When needed, he would be taken out to show off and cheer.
He had long received the news of his aunt's " retreat to advance ", but he did not dare to believe it. After all, she was his own aunt, and he was the only descendant of the Prince's mansion. How many accidents would happen during the operation, how many tails would be swept after the operation, or what would happen if the operation failed? He did not believe that his aunt would not expect it, and he did not believe that she would be so reckless for power. Or perhaps he still had fantasies about kinship.
When the so-called mountain bandits attacked him and forced him up the cliff, he actually thought that they were real mountain bandits. However, a bubble was ultimately a bubble. How could he not recognize the figure of the leader? Therefore, the moment he rolled down the cliff, he actually felt a little disheartened, so he stopped his martial arts and let the rocks hit him. However, things did not go as he wished. He did not die. The immense pain woke him up. He saw the ants attracted by the smell of blood busy around him, and they did not disperse. Yes, even ants could live, but he…At that moment, he suddenly wanted to escape from that place…
Strands of sunlight seeped in through the gaps between the door and the window paper, shining on the half-new gray quilt covering his body and scattering spots the size of copper coins. It was blurry and warm, and in an instant, it made him feel like he had lived a peaceful life.
Yang Ping and Feng Huang took advantage of the night to check his pulse twice.
"Still not awake? How much blood did you lose?" Feng Huang frowned.
"Don't be unaware of the pain if you're not with me!" Yang Ping withdrew her hand and pulled the blanket to cover the arm of the person on the bed. She then said,"Not only is it due to blood loss, but it's also due to excessive fatigue. Sometimes, unconscious people don't want to wake up because they don't have anything in their hearts. Why don't you talk to him?”
"Me? I won't!" "I don't even know him," Feng Huang glared at him."What should I say to him? Don't tell me you should wake up. We've already dealt with the people who harmed you…"
Feng Huang's arrogant manner made Yang Ping laugh out loud. Then, she was dragged out by the other party."Are you done? I'll leave after I'm done-"
Zhao Jing seemed to have heard a series of crisp laughter. He slept for another two days. Finally, he knew that he could not sleep anymore because the medicine that was poured into his mouth was getting more and more bitter, and the water he was forced to " drink " every day was also getting more and more. He could not tolerate himself solving personal problems in front of others while he was awake.
Thus, he opened his eyes when he was unbuttoned again. The muscular man with the urinal in his hand saw this and said softly,"If you wake up, come by yourself, but you still can't get out of bed.”
“……”
A slightly younger voice came from above,"Master Cheng told us to tell you to recuperate well and leave quickly. You can stay if you want, but you have to give us a suitable reason!”
Zhao Jing knew that the Master Cheng he was talking about was definitely not the honest farmer he had chosen that day. He must be the person with sharp eyes and cold words. His heart froze, and he listened to the other party continue,"Master Cheng also said that if you want to retreat, you have to have the ability to do so. Don't end up with nothing but a wedding dress for someone else…Isn't that right, Young Master Zhao?”
The other party emphasized the three words "Young Master Zhao", causing his back to tighten. He never thought that there would be such a powerful and murderous person in this remote place. In a few days, not only did he figure out his identity, but he also figured out the ins and outs of the matter.
His left hand, which was reaching for the chamber pot, trembled involuntarily. He squeezed out a hoarse sentence from his voice that had not spoken for many days,"This Zhao is extremely grateful…You all know?”
Coincidentally, our people happened to run into your woman in Yuzhou…and we gave her a hard time…" After the other party stuffed the chamber pot into his hand, they turned their backs on him and continued,""From the looks of it, your skills should be quite good. Do you really not take your life seriously? The world is big, why bother?"
The heat from his hand made Zhao Jing come back to his senses. He didn't know whether it was because he was shy or because he was embarrassed by being exposed, but his pale face blushed a little."I'm too shallow, I've made a fool of myself…"
Every day, Uncle Cheng would bring Wang Qi out early and return late. At most, he would stare at Wang Qi's wound twice without saying a word. Many times, Wang Qi would open his mouth and then close it again, unable to even make a sound.
He didn't know what to say, because in the other party's eyes, he was just an invisible person. He knew that if he wanted to speak, he had to say a " suitable reason ". Yes, it was " suitable " and not " reasonable "," sufficient ", or anything else. In other words, he had to give something that the other party would recognize and accept.
This was the first time he had felt anything other than disgust towards the gem-like labels that those people in Shangjing had pasted on him. Was it disdain? It turned out that it was just a useless thing that couldn't even be exchanged for a porridge, a rice, and half a thread.
The two people in charge of taking care of him were usually active. They would either take turns to go out for a walk or practice kung fu in the courtyard. Every time it was mealtime, one of them would bring back a basket of food that was not exquisite but tasted good. Sometimes, when he was tired of lying down, they would carry him to a recliner outside to enjoy the wind and sun. Zhao Jing was stimulated by such a breeze and warm sun. He decided to stay and use his future as an excuse to exchange.
On this day, he leaned against the bed and thought alone for a long time before he finally made up his mind. However, Master Cheng and his disciples did not come back until midnight. Even the person who usually took care of him was missing…
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