Volume 1: Swan Goose Chapter 102: A Beautiful Lady Breaks a Window and Follows a Candlelight (2)
"Men and women are not allowed to be intimate, Master Ruan's request is too presumptuous!" Lu Ning hid in the curtain and spoke coldly.
"The Chief of the Imperial Guard is working on something, and I hope that Leader Lu will cooperate! As long as it is confirmed that there is no injury on the girl's arm, Ruan will leave quickly without any entanglement!" The people outside the curtain refused to give in.
Lu Ning covered the wound, gritted his teeth, and spat out a few words: "I can't help but obey Master Ruan's request!"
"Then Ruan will be offended!" Ruan Lang stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards the curtain.
"That's enough." A big hand with sharp bones suddenly clamped his wrist, preventing the next move. His angry eyes moved up the hand and saw Yu Fengjin's tense and cold face.
"Ruan Lang, what you are looking for is an assassin. You can't touch my king's woman!" Yu Fengjin's stern eyes shot out two frightening rays of light.
Ruan Lang remained silent and struggled to break free from the clamped hand, only to find that Yu Fengjin was very strong and seemed not to give up easily.
"Your Highness, the Chief of Staff is acting under the emperor's orders. Even His Highness's woman cannot disobey!" At this point, Ruan Lang can only break up, otherwise all his efforts will be wasted.
"Ha. It's a joke." Yu Fengjin raised the corners of her lips and smiled coldly: "The last commander got into what he did today because he touched someone he shouldn't have touched. Do you want to make the same mistake again?"
This sentence hit Ruan Lang hard. He looked at his ruthless hands and then at the frightened woman inside the curtain. The scenes of the Dragon Boat Festival night came to mind ruthlessly again, and he couldn't help but secretly ask:
What's the difference between me doing this and Wang Jing?
His face gradually twisted into a ball, and the hands that were clamped began to tremble slightly, and then hung down weakly.
"I...I just want to find out the real culprit who killed my wife. What's wrong with that?" Ruan Lang turned to stare at him, his eyes full of helplessness at the point of despair.
"This matter will be decided sooner or later, so why rush it? If you continue to persist in your obsession, you will surely suffer the backlash!" Yu Fengjin let go of his hand, but kept staring at his every move.
Ruan Lang gritted his teeth, furrowed his brows and stood there for a moment, then he cupped his hands and turned around to leave, dejectedly like a lost dog.
Like a tornado, the officials of the Royal Guards Department invaded the Xiaoxiang Villa tyrannically and quickly, leaving behind only a mess on the ground and innocent people in shock.
It wasn't until Yu Shousi could no longer be heard outside that Lu Ning carefully poked his head out from the curtain: "Your Highness, have they left?"
"Let's go. Show me your injury quickly!" Yu Fengjin turned around and took a medicine box and sat outside the curtain, spreading her palms to her and urging her.
The gauze curtain was slightly opened, and a jade-white arm stretched out hesitantly. After all this tossing, the wound had begun to deteriorate.
"It's like this, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Yu Fengjin frowned, sounding like she was scolding, but she couldn't hide her concern.
He immediately cut off the sleeve of Lu Ning's left arm and began to clean the wound carefully.
"Hiss~~" A sharp and piercing pain spread along his arms and throughout his body. Lu Ning snorted subconsciously and shrank his arms.
"Don't move! Just be patient, it will be done soon." Yu Fengjin fixed her arm and coaxed softly.
Lu Ning let out a soft "hmm" and bit the corner of his quilt to force himself to stop making any sound. He could feel that Yu Fengjin's movements were as gentle as possible, but the pain was still like a huge wave, wave after wave.
It's coming, you can't hide even if you want to.
Fortunately, she looked sideways through the gap in the gauze curtain, staring deeply at him as he cleaned her wound, applied the wound medicine, and bandaged it again. Her expression was so gentle and focused. There was a small sweetness and restlessness in her heart.
, making this pain seem less unbearable.
"Okay." I don't know how much time passed, but Yu Fengjin carefully put down her arm, not forgetting to give some instructions: "The wound is not shallow. Do not practice martial arts or get wet during this period. Remember to apply medicine and clean it every day.
For wounds, gauze must be changed frequently.”
The pain gradually faded away, leaving only soreness and numbness. Lu Ning breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you."
"Your Highness, how can you... know how to bandage wounds?" Lu Ning looked at his tall and jade-like figure across the gauze curtain. The person outside the gauze curtain.
, seemed to be staring deeply at himself.
"Yan Rong was often injured in the past. He was afraid of being scolded by his father and did not dare to say a word, so I had to learn to bandage him." Yu Fengjin rarely showed a smile.
Lu Ning could hear a trace of loneliness in it and couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness and Yan Rong grew up together since childhood and have a deep relationship, just like Toto and I. I don't know when all this will come to an end and you can come back."
Until the past."
Yu Fengjin stood up quickly, put the medicine box on the shelf, then opened the window and looked at the bright moon, standing with her hands behind her hands. After a long silence, she said quietly: "There is no banquet in the world. As long as everyone can be safe, can we spend the whole day
What’s important about being together?”
Looking at his shadowy background and listening to his calm tone, Lu Ning felt inexplicably desolate: He had just advised Ruan Lang not to be crazy, had he already seen through everything? Is there really no one or person?
Can one thing tie his heart?
"Oh, that's right." Yu Fengjin was lost in thought for a moment, then slowly turned around, quietly looked at the blurry figure inside the gauze curtain, and said softly: "You can no longer wear the clothes you are wearing, wait for a while
I will order someone to bring you a new set, and I will ask Tie Lin to burn yours."
Lu Ning smiled lightly and murmured: "Thank you."
"But..." Yu Fengjin said hesitantly: "Ruan Lang will not give up easily. He must think that I am hiding an assassin. In case he ambush nearby, I can only hide here tonight because of the injustice of the girl, and wait until dawn.
, you can walk out openly."
Lu Ning said "Yeah" very softly, but her heart was beating faster and faster, and her ears were also burning. She couldn't tell whether this was because she was staying here tonight or because of the guilt in her heart.
"Does your injury still hurt?" Yu Fengjin's voice was calm and full of concern.
"Fortunately, after all this trouble, I forgot about the pain." For fear of worrying him, Lu Ning gritted her teeth and forced a smile, even though she had just broken out in a sweat and her face was now pale.
"You can rest on the bed, I'll sit outside." Yu Fengjin slowly walked to the Arhat's couch and sat down, then picked up a book and started flipping through it.
Lu Ning felt warm in her heart, and her whole body gradually relaxed. She was exhausted from a night of tossing. The Arhat's couch was not far from the bed, and as long as she turned sideways, she could see his figure through the gauze curtain.
Lu Ning couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the shadow on the gauze curtain. He felt like a blind deer was running around in his heart: He had rushed in here and brought him so much trouble. He could stand by and watch, so why did he do so to him?
Why did he try so hard to help him? Also, why didn't he ask why he was being chased by Ruan Lang?
The most important thing is that he just said to Ruan Lang: She is his woman. What does this... exactly mean?
There were too many questions in her heart, but she couldn't ask a single word. The complicated mood of thinking wildly but being afraid of knowing the answers made her exhausted physically and mentally but couldn't sleep.
"What, can't you sleep?" Yu Fengjin turned over a page of the book, her voice soft and slow.
Seeing that he cared so much for her, Lu Ning felt so guilty that she couldn't help but confess: "Your Highness, I'm sorry for letting you take the risk of taking in me as an assassin." In fact, Ruan Lang was right, I did visit the Imperial Guard at night
..."
"You're going to see Fang Yi." Yu Fengjin picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip with her usual calm tone.
Being exposed by his words, Lu Ning was startled, and then lowered his eyes: "So you already know..."
"Is she okay?" Yu Fengjin put down the tea cup, her expression still calm.
Lu Ning pondered for a moment and then sighed deeply: "She doesn't look... very good. Ruan Lang only used a few jars of wine from the Xiaoxiang villa and the special fragrance of Miss Fangyi to arrest her and imprison her.
Although there is no clear evidence, we will not let her go easily..."
"Yes, I understand." Yu Fengjin spoke calmly, without distinguishing between joy and anger, and soon fell into silence.
"Your Highness." Lu Ning bit her lip and carefully tested: "Don't you blame me for breaking into the Imperial Guards on impulse and causing you trouble?"
Yu Fengjin raised the corners of her lips and smiled faintly: "Young master of the caravan, it's not surprising that you can do such a feat. Even if you sneak into the imperial prison and kill the Marquis of Pingyang,
I won’t blame you either.”
Hearing this, Lu Ning suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his whole body tensed up as if his acupoints had been tapped, and his bloodless face was already a little blue.
"Why didn't you ask me how you knew about this?" Yu Fengjin put down the book and looked at her leisurely.
Lu Ning lowered his head, grabbed the corners of the quilt, and muttered timidly: "Your Highness is smart, I can't hide anything from you, I'm just being smart..."
Yu Fengjin sighed softly, with a look of helplessness on her face: "It's not that I can't figure it out, but I understand you. The leader of the Lu Gang has a chivalrous heart, and he will definitely draw his sword to help when the road is rough. You sympathize with Han Yan, facing her
You won’t stand idly by when asking for help. And you didn’t tell me because you were afraid of hurting me. But you didn’t expect that Fang Yi would be hurt by this matter, so you wanted to sneak into the prison to rescue her.”
Lu Ning stared at him, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at him blankly, with thousands of thoughts in his mind: His words "I understand you" unexpectedly broke his seemingly strong heart.
At this moment, if Yu Fengjin criticized her, she would feel better. But he was so tolerant and considerate to her. Not only could he not bear to be criticized harshly, but he also spoke up for herself at every turn, which made her feel mixed.
"I'm sorry." She bit her lip, not knowing what else to say besides this.
"Don't keep saying you're sorry. You haven't sorry to anyone. Even without that jar of wine, Ruan Lang would have set his sights on Fangyi sooner or later, because she has a face that Ruan Lang loves most. It's not your fault."
The more gentle and considerate Yu Fengjin was, the more bitter and oppressive Lu Ning's heart became, as if it was entangled in vines. She turned around gently, her back to him. She half-covered her head with the quilt and forced herself to sleep, for fear of a
If she couldn't help it, she would jump out of bed and throw herself into his arms, asking a lot of stupid questions that she would regret.
Seemingly sensing Lu Ning's fatigue, Yu Fengjin blew out the last lamp and stopped talking when she turned around.
The radiance of the moon shines through the green screens, adding a ray of light to the house. The warm south wind blows slightly, and the light smoke of agarwood rises from the incense burner.
The pillow and quilt were all stained with Yu Fengjin's scent. Lu Ning seemed to have fallen into his arms, feeling satisfied and happy in his heart, and soon fell asleep.
The room was quiet, with agarwood overflowing and the spring scenery blooming. That night, he was all in her dreams.