Zhan Chun - Chapter 69
Firstly, it was unexpected that the Yan family could even bribe this senior to defect at the last minute; secondly, if Yichun were to run into the Yan family, she feared she would not escape the clutches of the Second Young Master Yan.
On their hurried journey back, they encountered Little Pumpkin, who was dressed as a woman, because the Yan Clan had issued a martial arts wanted notice to capture him.
He tearfully handed over the Zhanchun Sword, and Shu Jun's heart, which hadn't trembled in ages, actually shook three times.
Little Pumpkin asked him in a panic: Master, will Miss Ge die?
He didn't know how to answer, only feeling anger surging from the depths of his body.
It's not that easy for anyone to mess with Shu Jun!
The wanted poster for Little Pumpkin was taken down overnight. Nobody knew how it was taken down, and nobody asked why.
Shu Jun rushed to Hengzhou with Little Pumpkin, but he couldn't rescue her in time. She was capable and escaped on her own, although she escaped in a rather disheveled manner.
Shu Jun hooked one finger around the worn strap of her bra around her neck, gave it a suggestive shake, and sighed, "For you, I've lost nearly ten thousand taels of debt. How can you possibly make it up to me, girl?"
Yichun fainted, so of course she couldn't answer.
So Shu Jun kindly found the answer for her himself and slowly took off that light red strapless top.
She's thin, but you can't see any bony bones. Actually, she's not young at all.
Shu Jun felt that his breathing was also a little difficult. The cabin suddenly became hot, slowly steaming him, which was very unbearable.
This was certainly not the most beautiful body; it was somewhat less voluptuous and not delicate enough, with old scars visible everywhere. She didn't consider herself a woman at all. But Shu Jun didn't think that way. He could treat the most beautiful woman as a man, but he couldn't treat her as a man either.
This young and vibrant body stirred him.
"Hmm, this is what you look like..." he murmured, completely unaware that he was taking advantage of her, as he grasped one of her bulging breasts.
There was a tiny needle mark on his chest, and purplish-red spots started to spread from there and had already climbed up his neck.
Take a small knife, carefully make a cut on it, squeeze out a little blood and taste it—this poison is simple and can be cured at any time.
There was a needle mark under my left rib, but the spots hadn't spread, though the area around the needle mark was slightly bluish.
Take a little blood and taste it—it's not some complicated poison, so there's no need to worry.
I was a little reluctant to take my hand away, so I left it there. Her skin was quite smooth and felt nice to the touch.
Shu Jun quickly pressed several acupoints on her, then took out a pen and ink to write a prescription, and called out, "Little Pumpkin, go get the medicine."
The curtain was suddenly pulled open, and Shu Jun quickly grabbed the blanket and covered her naked body, while pulling the curtain down again: "Who let you in?"
Little Pumpkin's voice sounded particularly aggrieved: "Master, it's that person... he's awake."
Shu Jun poked his head out of the cabin and saw Mo Yunqing sitting blankly at the bow of the boat, asking repeatedly where this place was and where Yichun was.
"You'd better keep quiet," he said calmly.
Mo Yunqing turned her head and saw his handsome and kind face. She was stunned for a moment: "You..."
Shu Jun added, "If you keep making noise, I'll throw you into the water, and you'll never have to come up again."
Mo Yunqing kept his mouth shut and didn't say another word.
Ge Yichun, what strange and unusual people have you met during your time down the mountain?!
Little Pumpkin took the prescription to the city to buy medicine, while Mo Yunqing half-asleep on the bow of the boat, pretending to be dead.
It's so nice that no one bothers us.
Shu Jun pulled back the blanket covering Yi Chun and continued unbuckling her belt. He suddenly paused, leaned close to her face, brushed stray hairs behind her ear, and quietly looked at her pale face, asking softly, "Was what I did wrong?"
No one answered him, so Shu Jun felt at ease stripping her naked and using water to clean the large and small wounds on her body.
Occasionally, she would sigh, "There are scars here too."
Occasionally, a compliment: "Very beautiful."
He remained silent for a longer period, his breathing barely suppressed.
After applying medicine and bandaging, Shu Jun supported himself on top of her, put his arms around her neck, and helped her turn over and put on her clothes. Suddenly, Yi Chun made a "hmm" sound and opened her eyes, staring intently at him.
He wasn't guilty at all, and quietly looked at her, their noses so close that it seemed their faces were about to touch.
Yichun stared at him blankly for a long, long time, then whispered, "Sheep kidney, I also have the best fortune..."
Shu Jun grabbed her head and pressed his forehead against hers: "Who are you calling? Who am I?"
Her eyelashes fluttered twice, as if she had suddenly seen the person in front of her clearly, and a look of relief appeared on her face: "I'm so cold, Shu Jun."
If I freeze you to death, everything will be fine.
Shu Jun looked at her face, which had fallen asleep again, and felt very annoyed, but there was a little comfort in that annoyance: she finally recognized him.
Help her change into clean clothes and wrap her tightly in a blanket. Her wound got wet, so she's bound to get a fever and needs to be kept warm.
He couldn't resist hugging her tightly again, gently kissing her closed, pale lips.
It was his fault; he shouldn't have left so suddenly. What would happen if she really died at Yan Yufei's hands?
He could no longer say things like, "Be careful, I'll be sad if you die."
If she really died, the sadness would be more than just words.
The moment he saw her climb ashore from the moat, his heart nearly stopped, and he felt as if his body was about to be swallowed by the raging tide. Even now, he still can't accurately analyze what that complex emotion was.