C3 This Is Brotherhood

Soongyanqing did not expect her to walk so fast, thinking that she would be busy for a while before coming back. Even though he had been saved by her before, the situation was special, and it was clear that this was not appropriate.

He quickly put on his clothes and took the medicinal herbs from the Muzhao, planning to sort them out slowly.

"Enough, it's better if I do it. Your body is already injured, it's better for you to rest more."

Muzhao rejected his good intentions and asked him to continue lying down on the bed to rest. He intended to boil some water to help him clean his body and boil the medicine, but when he walked to the water jar, he found no water at all.

Her face was pale and her body was extremely weak. She shook her head, but she still found a bucket of water and went to the river to get some water.

When the Muzhao made the fire, she could not help but stare with red eyes. She was helpless to split firewood with her bare hands and use this old big boiler to boil water. Luckily, she found an empty small pot in a corner and started to wash it.

Muzhao thought of the modern society's natural gas, after knowing about the convenient way of life, she came back to experience this ancient way of life.

By the time she finished boiling the water in a pot, Soongyanqing was already asleep. Muzhao stood by the side of the bed, quietly observing him. Logically speaking, people should be in a relaxed state in their dreams, but Soongyanqing was frowning. He did not let go of the blade in his hand, and Muzhao helped him wipe his sweat to wake him up.

When Soongyanqing woke up, there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes, followed by a thick killing intent. After seeing that the person who came was Muzhao, he relaxed and then calmed down, before turning his gaze elsewhere.

"Since the water is ready, let me help you clean your wounds. I'll drink some of the soup I made later."

"Mm. Alright."

They had agreed on that earlier, so Soongyanqing was already mentally prepared. Her tone of voice was not as awkward as before, and her actions were natural and unrestrained.

Muzhao filled a basin with water and placed it on the table, then walked over to Soongyanqing's side and helped him take off his clothes. Previously, Muzhao only saw him up close, but now he could see even more clearly.

Muzhao was a little confused. What exactly did this person encounter? She carefully cleaned all the junk from Soongyanqing's wounds, then applied the herbs she had made for him. The effects were good, but the strength was not as gentle as the herbs from the pharmacies.

However, Soongyanqing endured it, and did not make a sound. He only broke out in a few drops of sweat, and after the effects were over, Muzhao planned to give him another check on his pulse.

"Thank you for your kindness today."

"It's alright, it's Yizhe's parents. Seeing you like this, I can't just ignore you, right?"

Muzhao was afraid that he would be too polite and did not say anything more. She focused on checking his pulse, but after listening for a while, she saw that there was a complicated look on his face.

Just as he was curious, Soongyanqing suddenly spoke out from the gaps between his teeth, "Benefactor, can I go and change my clothes first?"

At first, Muzhao didn't even have time to react to this ancient phrase. But after knowing it, she immediately let go of her hands and went to change clothes. She felt a little embarrassed, thinking that it was probably because Soongyanqing couldn't hold it in any longer. She also forgot that the pill had the effect of diuretic, and because of the increase in the dosage, the effects had increased even more. For normal people, this was enough to make things difficult for them, she hoped that the Soongyanqing would not blame her.

When Soongyanqing returned, she found that his mood had more or less calmed down. Previously, when she checked his pulse, she realized that not only did Soongyanqing suffer from severe injuries, that person was afraid that he didn't die and gave her two poisons.

"Cough, I want to tell you about your illness."

Muzhao sized him up, and seeing that his expression was normal, he continued, "Just now, my pulse detected that you have two other poisonous substances on your body, one of which I can immediately treat, and the other one needs me to study."

"Hm, sorry for the trouble."

Soongyanqing did not have much of a reaction, he only nodded his head. Looking at his indifferent look, he should have long since known about his illness.

Today, Muzhao was busy the whole day. First, she escaped from the traffickers, then, she was busy with the injuries on Soongyanqing's body. Now, she only felt physically and mentally exhausted. Soongyanqing was forced to lie on the bed to rest after she had bandaged his wound. Muzhao also found a chair to rest on after seeing him go to sleep.

When she woke up, the sky was already dark. Inside the house, there was a lamp lit, Soongyanqing was lighting a fire to cook, the firewood was being consumed by the fire making a thunderous noise, and it seemed to be overactive in the quiet house.

"Why didn't you take a break?"

The Muzhao stretched his body and looked at the bed beneath him. It seemed that after Soongyanqing woke up, he had discovered that she had fallen asleep on the table and placed her on the bed.

She felt that her eyes had become a lot better. She could now roughly see the blurry shadow of the Soongyanqing under the lights, making her look especially good. The Muzhao was unable to hold back and looked at her a few more times.

The youth sat by the fire. The light from the fire illuminated his face. It was a bit mysterious, but his complexion seemed much better now. He was no longer as pale and rosy as he was before.

With his hair half tied, Muzhao thought about the custom of an ancient man with only twenty years of hair. Thus, he guessed that he should not be an adult, and could not help but have a bit of pity for him.

Previously, she liked the sunny youth with a buzz cut who was playing football on the football field. She did not like this type of quiet, depressing speech, but at this moment, she suddenly understood the unique charm of the Soongyanqing.

"I can't sleep."

Soongyanqing's words were as brief as before. He extended his hand and stuffed a wooden block under the furnace. The fire grew bigger and the hazy feeling disappeared as Muzhao got up and poured himself a bowl of water to drink.

She did not know what to do in the next few days, but Soongyanqing seemed to be seeking refuge here. She had to make other plans as soon as possible since she did not want to be able to live here for long.

Seeing that the porridge was almost done, Muzhao surrounded her. She looked at the porridge and swallowed her saliva, this Soongyanqing looked cold, but she was also very attentive and knew that everyone was injured, so she specially cooked porridge for digestion.

Muzhao had not eaten anything for a whole day. At this moment, she was really hungry, but fortunately Soongyanqing was afraid that she would be hungry so he brought her a bowl to dry. It should be ready by now.

Muzhao was holding and eating the bowl of porridge extremely happily. She raised her head to say a few words of thanks to Soongyanqing, but then realized that he was wiping his blade and was not paying attention to her, so she kept her words to herself and continued eating the porridge.

"May I ask how you were thrown there?"

Muzhao couldn't hold back her curiosity, and still spoke up. She carefully sized up Soongyanqing's expression, afraid that he would kick her out the door the moment he got angry.

Soongyanqing who was wiping his blade paused for a few seconds, and then placed his blade on the table to eat his porridge. After a moment, he said, "It was caused by Chou family."

It seemed that he did not want to tell Muzhao what he had experienced, so he did not ask, and obediently drank his porridge. Suddenly, he remembered that Soongyanqing had always called her his benefactor, so he did not sound too pleased as he corrected him, telling him to call her by her name.

After eating the porridge, Muzhao realized that there was something very awkward. The Soongyanqing's house was too small, there was only a single bed in the room, so how were the two of them supposed to sleep?

As if he had seen through Muzhao's thoughts, Soongyanqing was the first to speak: "Muzhao, sleep on the bed.

After he finished speaking, he ignored the Muzhao's thoughts and found a change of blankets from the cupboard and placed it on the floor. Then, he made a bed.

Muzhao knew that he was already injured and did not dare to let him suffer such torture. He hurriedly said that he was sleeping on the floor and Soongyanqing was unwilling, but it was Muzhao who forcefully snatched the blanket away from him before he could reluctantly agree.

"I'll let you down like this."

He sighed and lay down on the bed, fully clothed. The light from the oil lamp reflected off his face, leaving streaks of light on his face, making it hard for people to guess what he was thinking.

Seeing that he had fallen asleep and was lying on the floor with his blanket, not saying a word, the Muzhao suddenly remembered a dream she had. In the dream, there was a house with many people inside, and she even saw a Lanyishaonian.

Although he hadn't remembered the boy's face for a long time, Muzhao had a feeling that the Lanyishaonian in his dreams was the person in front of him. It was just that he was in high spirits and could not remember clearly what he had experienced.

Was that his house? At that time, it was so bright and beautiful, how did it end up like this? Muzhao was a little confused, thinking about the injuries on his body, and so she could not help but concoct a big play in her mind.

After about half an hour, she fell into a deep sleep, letting out steady breathing.

The Soongyanqing on the bed then heaved a sigh of relief. He turned over, his eyes clear.

Others would not be able to get close to him easily, but he did not dislike her actions when facing the Muzhao. It might be because she had personally saved him from that pit and saved his life.

Although he felt that her actions were strange, he no longer doubted her character. The blade in his hand relaxed a little, and after tossing and turning, he finally fell asleep.