After the rebirth, the county master was forced to marry by the national teacher

Chapter 18

Gu Qingsheng didn't see it. When she asked this question, Bai Lu's expression was unnaturally dazed for a moment, and then his tone was hesitant.
"Those bandits...those bandits..."

"Those bandits..."

The hand holding the porridge for Gu Qingsheng trembled a little, a trace of fear flashed in Bai Lu's eyes, and she suddenly smiled at Gu Qingsheng

"I haven't seen the national teacher in the past two days. After all, this Luofo Temple is the place where the national teacher grew up. There should be a lot of things to do after coming here, so I'm busy."

"However, the princess' plasters, herbs, and tonics were all sent by the national teacher. When the national teacher is free, he will definitely come to see the princess."

Bai Lu's words made Gu Qingsheng suffocate, she coughed twice, glanced at Bai Lu, opened her mouth and slowly drank the porridge that was brought to her mouth
"I didn't think about letting him come to see me, so I just asked casually."

Today was the first day she woke up, and in the afternoon, leaning on the gold silk cushion, she could barely move slightly while avoiding the wound.

The wound was deep, and thanks to the good treatment in the past two days, there were no symptoms of inflammation.

After dinner, Bai Lu withdrew.

Gu Qingsheng was lying on the couch with three layers of mattresses, looking out the window at the thin crescent moon, feeling faintly sleepy.

There was some light in her slightly closed eyes.

Remembering the previous life, this kind of crescent moon also appeared outside the small wooden window of the general's mansion.

With a round fan and a pot of tea, Gu Qingsheng at that time could watch the moonlight by the window all night.

Thinking of the unbearable first half of his life, thinking of Bai Lu who died tragically under a stick without even being buried.

He remembered the fiery heart for Chu Zhiyao when he was in Duan Wang's Mansion.

At that time, she was so lonely that her bone marrow was chilling.

One wrong step, one wrong step, Nuo Da's General's Mansion couldn't even hold her handful of ashes in the end.

Probably in this case, people always like to think about some dispensable things.

In the quiet night, there is a little insect chirping, and the night is already deep.

In the main hall of Luofo Temple, the golden statue of Buddha is majestic and quiet.

There were only two red candles lit on both sides of the hall, most of which were burned, and tears fell from the candles.

The sound of the wooden fish echoed in Nuo Da's room, and the monk sitting on the futon looked old but straightened, with a sense of coercion all over his body, chanting words.

The little monk standing at the door looked at the moon hanging high all night, and gently pushed the door open to enter

"Master Jingyuan, it's late at night."

The wooden fish kept making noises, Jing Yuan looked peaceful, and didn't stop until she had finished chanting the scriptures.

He put his hands together and stood up, and said to the Buddha statue.

"Amitabha."

Then he turned and looked at the little monk

"I heard that Princess Changle has woken up today? How is she?"

"Yes."

The little monk answered.

"I heard from the princess' girl that the princess is fine, but her body is still a little weak, and she can already eat some liquid food normally, and the wound is slowly recovering."

Jing Yuan opened those dark and gloomy eyes, her tone was a little low
"That's fine."

Hold three sticks of long incense and light them in a nearby candle

"I'll send some tonics tomorrow. The wound is in the recovery period for the past few days, which is considered a relatively important stage. Send some mild medicines."

"Yes, Master."

As soon as the little monk finished replying, the sound of a few tiles falling from the low wall of the outer courtyard was very crisp.

There is a gravel road below, and the tiles fell on the road and even fell a fan.

A gust of wind blowing from nowhere swayed the red candle a bit, Jing Yuan glanced out faintly

"Where is the national teacher?"

"I don't know."

Hearing the little monk's answer, Jingyuan inserted the incense in her hand into the incense tan, closed her eyes

"Tonic, there is no need to send any more."

"Yes, Master."

……

In the middle of the night, Gu Qingsheng started to burn.

Such a serious injury, such a situation is also expected.

Bai Lu was guarding in the small room outside, waiting for Gu Qingsheng's call at any time.

Like a fire, it burned her limply, and she couldn't move her limbs anymore.

Because a few slight coughs affected her heart and lungs, a pain rushed up from the bottom of her heart. Subconsciously, Gu Qingsheng wanted to cry out in pain, but there was no strength in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Bai Lu..."

Forced to open her eyes, the numbness and burning sensation around the eyes made her unable to see things at all, and could only see the shadows of the things in front of her in a daze.
"Bai Lu... Bai Lu..."

She called out a few more times, and a white figure slowly appeared in front of her eyes.

The figure was a little cool, and there was a hint of dew brought back from the outside.

This coldness made Gu Qingsheng sigh, and leaned against him, because his eyes were too uncomfortable, he simply closed his eyes and leaned against that person.

"You are so late, where have you been...I called you several times..."

This weak voice made people move slightly, and then a bowl of water was handed to Gu Qingsheng's mouth.

He raised his hand to catch the water, but he wanted to touch a few fingers on the edge of the bowl. The smooth and moist feeling came from his palm. Before Gu Qingsheng could feel any more, the fingers were quickly retracted as if they were getting an electric shock.

"What are you hiding..."

Gu Qingsheng almost didn't hold the water and spilled it. After steadying his hand, he let out a sigh of relief, murmured and began to drink the water slowly.

It seemed that it was because of the powerlessness that she was about to collapse in the next second, the figure hesitated for a while, took the bowl of water from her hand, and fed Gu Qingsheng very carefully.

I smelled the faint scent of sandalwood, which was very similar to the one I smelled in the carriage.

The water was clear water, but Gu Qingsheng felt much better after drinking it.

She was gently put down and turned around, as if she was afraid that she would squeeze her wound when lying flat.

But it was this movement that made Gu Qingsheng turn his back to that person.

Neither of them spoke, and the figure was not impatient, they just sat on the side of the couch, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a veil soaked in warm water.

The movements are very gentle, as if treating a rare treasure.

During this soothing, Gu Qingsheng felt much more at ease, and slowly closed his eyes.

Hearing Gu Qingsheng's shallow breathing, the figure let out a breath, as if he was relieved.

He put his hand on her forehead and tried again.

Although the heat is still there, there are signs of subsiding.

Stretching his hand back, the figure stood up very carefully, for fear of waking Gu Qingsheng.

Just as he turned to leave, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed violently!
He froze for a moment and looked back.

Gu Qingsheng on the couch was still facing away from him, but the hand on the outside was stretched out and tightly clutching his sleeve, the knuckles were a little white.

Because the magnitude of this movement affected the wound, Gu Qingsheng was sweating profusely from the pain
"The national teacher...has been here for so long, are you sure you don't want to say a word to me before leaving?"

(End of this chapter)