Romans PaiPai - Chapitre 60
"A person who would ruin their future for someone else would never harm that person, no matter the circumstances, even if it meant death. So I'm pretty sure that palm strike wouldn't hurt Xiaoyan."
After speaking, the carriage curtain was lowered again. The light blue cotton cloth, with its deep purple floral patterns, swayed with the wheels. Baili Wushuang stared at it for a long while before realizing that he was explaining how Zhan Yuan had struck him with a palm, and how he had shielded Xiao Yan in front of him.
Chapter 112
...Is this an explanation?
But if he was so convinced of the correctness of his judgment—and the facts proved him right—why didn't he speak up last night when she was talking about him? With his temper, the kind that turns sharp and relentless at the slightest provocation, why didn't he speak up?
Every time he lashed out with his prickly temper, Baili Wushuang would always swallow her anger and back down, because she needed his help after all. But this time, it seemed a little different.
Thinking of that face with its red nose and red eyes, for no apparent reason, my heart felt a gentle, soft sensation, and something light and soft slowly crept up to the corners of my mouth.
She smiled slightly.
Halfway there, Wu Ren went to get the medicine according to Yang Luoxue's prescription, waited for the pharmacist to brew it, and then waited for Yang Luoxue to wake up and drink it. By then, most of the day had passed. The journey from Xuyu Temple to Suoding City, which should have taken only one day, took them a full two days in total.
We finally arrived at dusk.
The city of Suoding is home to countless divine weapons, making it a coveted arms trading hub for those in the martial arts world. Furthermore, it has consistently supplied the Great Yan army with superior weaponry, earning it great favor from the court and significant influence both within and outside the government. However, its location remains shrouded in mystery.
Those who have been there only know that you first need to go to a small town and find an old woman. If the town allows you to enter, the old woman will give you a bowl of soup. Then you will take a nap, and when you wake up, you will find yourself in a place filled with birdsong, fragrant flowers, and upturned eaves.
Because of this, many people called the old woman "Meng Po" (the goddess of forgetfulness). And that bowl of soup was "Meng Po's Soup." Yang Luoxue followed the young lady into the city, so of course she didn't need to drink Meng Po's Soup. But whether he drank it or not made no difference. He had prescribed himself a strong dose of medicine, and since taking it, he had been in a deep sleep. When they arrived, Baili Wushuang lifted the carriage curtain and glanced inside. His long hair was spread out on the mat like water, and his cheeks and the tip of his nose were no longer as red as they had been in the morning; clearly, the medicine was beginning to take effect.
Baili Wushuang left Jin Ge and Wu Ren to serve him, and then took him to the guest room to rest after he woke up.
But Yang Luoxue didn't wake up until midnight. The early spring night was quite cold, so Jin Ge Wuren decided to bring himself a blanket. Just after the two left, there was movement in the carriage, and the curtain was lifted.
The eldest disciple of Medicine King Valley, still somewhat groggy from sleep, found everything before him blurry and indistinct. A gust of cold wind blew by, sending a shiver through him, instantly clearing his head. He then realized he was lying alone in a carriage, which was also lying alone in an unfamiliar courtyard. The world was shrouded in darkness, with the eaves and rooftops of the buildings stretching faintly to the horizon.
This should be Suoding City. But why is he being abandoned and left unattended here, as a guest invited by the young lady of Suoding City?
A chill ran from his dantian to his forehead, and Yang Luoxue gritted his teeth as he got off the carriage. His body, which had just come out of bed, was now covered in cold air, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He wrapped the blankets in the carriage and muttered, "Bai Li Wushuang, don't let me see you."
This renowned city of weapons, famous throughout the martial world for many years, appeared vast and deep in the darkness, like a sleeping behemoth, and he was the one who had lost his way inside its belly. Completely unable to discern directions in the darkness—he had no way to tell either—he simply followed any path he could find.
Chapter 113
It was so late at night that we didn't see a single light along the way. After walking for what seemed like forever, we finally saw a patch of lights. Unlike the darkness of the road ahead, this courtyard was brightly lit, with three large characters above the gate: "Chong Er Yuan" (虫二院).
Inside, the sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments filled the air, and laughter could be heard from time to time, creating a lively atmosphere.
The room was bustling with activity; some were playing the piano, some the flute, and some were singing—each one a beauty. Among them was a young man draped in an overcoat, his face radiant and beautiful, his entire being like a rose freshly plucked from a branch.
Yang Luoxue kicked open the door and went in without any politeness. Her thin lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes held a cold light. She was wrapped in a thick quilt, revealing only her icy face.
The people inside the house were taken aback when they saw the uninvited guests at the door. Yang Luoxue did not stop walking. As she walked, she said, "Prepare a clean room, a bucket of clean hot water, and call Baili Wushuang over for me."
The room was warm. He loosened the blanket, his white robes and blue gown standing out like white clouds beside the moon, appearing exceptionally pure and bright among the group of people in fine clothes and surrounded by greenery. He walked to the table, picked up a pen, and wrote in a flowing, elegant style on the paper, saying, "Prepare the medicinal soup according to this prescription."
He ran into someone else's house in the middle of the night, as if he were back in his own home. The people in front of him seemed to be disciples of Medicine King Valley. The beauties in the house seemed stunned, but a smile slowly appeared on the rose-like face of the young man. "Banxue, why don't you go and call the young lady? Jushuang, Tingyu, go and prepare hot water."
Then, he stood up from the beauty's embrace and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you need, Divine Physician Yang?"
Yang Luoxue turned and glanced at him. The young man was exceptionally handsome, his face shining like crystal under the light. "You know me?"
"You're dressed in white and blue robes, so you must be a physician from Medicine King Valley. I don't know of any other physician besides the eldest disciple, Yang Luoxue, who would dare to address Miss Suodingcheng by her name directly." The young man smiled and blinked gently. "I've heard that the divine physician never leaves the valley to see patients; you're quite a rare guest."
The boy was probably younger than Yang Luoxue, but his pure, bright eyes seemed endless. Yang Luoxue couldn't guess his identity for a moment. Meanwhile, Jushuang Tingyu had already prepared hot water. Two days of being confined in the carriage had reached the limit of what the fastidious Doctor Yang could endure. He submerged himself completely in a large lacquered wooden tub filled with hot water, his long hair spreading out like seaweed, floating on the surface.
Baili Wushuang entered at this time.
Banxue told her that there were guests at the Insect Second Academy. Guests who could receive a summons from the Insect Second Academy were definitely not ordinary guests. The sale of weapons was originally handled by a special elder, but because it was someone from the Insect Second Academy who came to report, Baili Wushuang put on her clothes and came over.
With a "splash," water splashed out, and a head emerged from the water. Baili Wushuang hadn't expected the guest to be taking a bath. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly saw that the person's long hair was plastered to the back of their head, revealing their entire face, which was dripping wet.
"Yang Luoxue?" Baili Wushuang was stunned. "What are you doing here?"
Her surprised expression was somewhat different from her usual aloof and cold demeanor. She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes widened slightly, and the softness that a girl should have was revealed in the subtle changes in her facial features.
For some reason, the moment that figure in red robes and a high bun appeared before him, his pent-up anger seemed to be extinguished by water, leaving only hissing smoke. It felt like all his strength was rendered useless. It just didn't make sense. Somewhat annoyed, he threw the water ladle into the bucket and said, "If not here, where should I be? In the carriage?"
Chapter 114
"Didn't you see the Golden Spear and Black Blade when you woke up?"
Yang Luoxue scoffed and said coldly, "How ridiculous, your maid is asking me questions now."
His expression was extremely unpleasant. Baili Wushuang paused for a moment, then vaguely guessed what had happened. He had probably woken up when Jin Ge Wuren left, thinking she had abandoned him in the carriage. This man was naturally petty and vindictive, so he was bound to throw a tantrum now.
A medicinal aroma wafted from the doorway. Two maids carried over a small basin of herbal soup, about to pour it into hot water, when Yang Luoxue glanced at Baili Wushuang and said, "Let her do it."
Sure enough, it flared up. And it wasn't just verbal abuse anymore; he directly ordered the young lady of Suoding City to do servant's work.
But strangely, this time she didn't feel that tightness in her chest like before. She knew his temper, knew he wanted to vent his dissatisfaction and anger. She already knew what he was going to do, so when he did it, she didn't think much of it. It turned out that all his sharp tongue was just because he was exceptionally sensitive, and therefore exceptionally arrogant.
—The renowned physician Yang Luoxue, at this moment, was like a sulking child.
Baili Wushuang rolled up his sleeves, bent down to pick up the bucket, and poured the medicinal soup into it.
He didn't look at her face, only at the medicine dissolving like ink in the hot water, blooming into dark, vibrant flowers. And at her fingers gripping the edge of the basin. Her fingers, like her figure, were far longer and more slender than those of an average woman. These were the hands that wielded swords, the hands that forged swords. Swords forged from these hands bore their names prominently displayed on the list of divine weapons.
What expression would that proud man have now? Angry? Aggrieved? Indignant? Would the red glow between his brows become as intense as blood? His goal was to humiliate her, but imagining her icy face filled with humiliation felt like a claw gently scratching at his heart, making every pore of his body flare up with irritation.
He suddenly flipped over in the water, splashing water everywhere, and said in a muffled voice, "Get out."
Baili Wushuang closed the door and went out.