After all, they would inevitably run into each other. If Wang Jiu still harbored thoughts of revenge, Wu Luoluo would be no match for him at all. That night, she simply placed a kitchen knife beside her bed for protection. Having it there made her feel a bit more at ease. She also baked more pancakes and stored them in the wood - shed. In case of an emergency, they could at least keep her from going hungry. In any case, the young master's acupuncture and medicinal bath couldn't be interrupted!
What worried her was that the medicinal herbs in the warehouse might not last long. It seemed that in a few days when the weather improved, she would have to find an opportunity to go down the mountain to exchange for some more herbs.
For several consecutive days, Senior Brother Wang Jiu hadn't come to the kitchen. Wu Luoluo even thought he might have starved to death. While silently scolding him in her heart, she convinced herself that his death would have nothing to do with her. Suddenly, the kitchen door was pushed open. Wu Luoluo, who was having pickles with steamed buns, was on high alert. She immediately grabbed the kitchen knife on the table.
Seeing the shiny kitchen knife in her hand, Wang Jiu, who was standing at the door, turned pale. Covering his injured shoulder, he quickly said, "Luoluo, I'm here to apologize! I was drunk that night and did such a stupid thing! After several days of self - reflection, I truly know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time! I guarantee there won't be a next time!"
Wang Jiu was extremely depressed. He never thought that although Wu Luoluo usually seemed dull, she could see clearly his affair with his mistress. He also never expected that the man hidden in Wu Luoluo's bed, who looked gentle and refined on the surface, was so ruthless. With just one palm, he crushed Wang Jiu's shoulder blade!
Wang Jiu had been in so much pain these days that he felt like his soul was about to leave his body. He applied some medicine and lay in bed for three whole days. It wasn't until noon on the fourth day of the lunar new year, when he was really starving, that he stumbled into the kitchen following the smell of food, hoping to get something to eat from Wu Luoluo.
Wu Luoluo's face was as black as coal. She didn't dare to loosen her grip on the knife for a moment. Forgive him? She couldn't forgive her senior brother for doing such a beastly thing to her! At most, out of the bond of being fellow disciples, she wouldn't let him starve to death.
Wu Luoluo gave Wang Jiu a fierce look. She casually grabbed a few steamed buns on the table and a few pancakes, then put them all on the table beside the door. Holding the kitchen knife, she motioned for Wang Jiu to take the food and get out quickly.
Facing Wu Luoluo's obvious hostility, Wang Jiu looked a bit embarrassed. He reached out, grabbed the plate, and hugged it in his arms. Standing there, he hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.
Wu Luoluo said unhappily, "What else do you want?"
Wang Jiu rarely saw his junior sister being so rude to others. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable. He also knew that it was all because of his drunken behavior that his junior sister treated him like this. After hesitating for a long time, Wang Jiu finally summoned the courage to say, "Luoluo, my right shoulder hurts so much. I'm afraid it's going to be useless. Can you help me boil some Chinese medicine?" His right shoulder hurt so much that it was difficult for him even to get the medicine. If he wasn't really in such agony, he wouldn't have begged Wu Luoluo.
Serves you right for being so shameless and lust - driven! Wu Luoluo rolled her eyes and ignored him.
Wang Jiu pleaded in a low voice, "Luoluo, for the sake of our brother - sister relationship, please do me a favor!"
Wu Luoluo thought to herself: Being your junior sister is the worst luck of my eight previous generations!
Seeing that she remained unmoved, Wang Jiu put on a pitiful look and said in a low voice, "If Master were still alive, he would be heart - broken to see me injured like this!" He knew that Wu Luoluo always remembered Master's kindness and was most willing to listen to him. So he brought up Master, hoping that she would help him out of respect for Master.
Wu Luoluo felt extremely annoyed. Master had been kind to her, and she really respected him. But what did this have to do with Senior Brother Wang Jiu? When Master's body was barely cold, this so - called good senior brother had been trying every means to get into Mistress's bed! Where was there any sign of a filial disciple?
Seeing Wang Jiu looking at her pitifully, determined not to leave until she agreed, Wu Luoluo felt disgusted. She was really annoyed with him. Thinking that it was just boiling medicine for a few days, she casually agreed.
Seeing that she had agreed, Wang Jiu hugged the warm steamed buns and pancakes and went back.
Looking at his back, Wu Luoluo sighed silently. Her master, Old Wu, had been kind and generous all his life. If he were still alive, he would surely be reluctant to see his beloved disciple end up like this. As for the unclear relationship between her senior brother and mistress later, Wu Luoluo didn't know what to do. After all, mistress was in the prime of her life. Since they were willing to be together, as an unmarried girl, what could Wu Luoluo do but pretend not to know?
So, from then on, Wu Luoluo would always leave a portion of the meal for Wang Jiu when cooking. She would also boil the medicine and send it to his door. Two of the Chinese herbs that Wang Jiu needed were the same as those for Shangguan Yun's medicinal bath. Seeing that the herbs were running out, Wu Luoluo simply hid them all for Shangguan Yun. As for the bitter medicine for her senior brother, she didn't care. As long as Wang Jiu could stay alive, whether his shoulder would recover or not had nothing to do with her.
Since Shangguan Yun had briefly regained consciousness on New Year's Eve and used all his strength to strike Wang Jiu hard at the cost of his chaotic internal energy, he had fallen into a coma again. There had been no sign of him waking up in the past few days. Wu Luoluo had been taking care of him meticulously, not daring to be the least bit negligent. After several days, she finally noticed that Shangguan Yun's pulse was getting stronger. Wu Luoluo was secretly overjoyed.
On the Lantern Festival, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Wu Luoluo fed the donkey with grass and clean water early in the morning. She stewed a big pot of radish and fresh fish soup and ate to her heart's content. She even generously sent a bowl to Wang Jiu. After all, when Master was still alive, festivals had always been full of joy. Now, it was so quiet that there was no festive atmosphere at all.
After performing acupuncture on Shangguan Yun, she put him into the copper pot for a medicinal bath. For some reason, Wu Luoluo felt that Shangguan Yun seemed different today. His face was extremely flushed, even redder than a few days ago. Wu Luoluo quickly fished his wrist out of the medicinal soup to feel his pulse. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, she felt relieved.
Suddenly, she felt Shangguan Yun's fair and slender fingers move. Wu Luoluo looked up in surprise and saw that Shangguan Yun, who had been in a coma and sitting in the copper pot for a medicinal bath, actually trembled his neck and slowly opened his pitch - black eyes.
Wu Luoluo was extremely excited. Her heart started beating faster. She happily exclaimed, "Young master, you're awake!"
Oh my god! This was really great! It was truly the case that heaven rewards those who work hard!
Shangguan Yun slowly woke up and saw a girl holding his hand and cheering. Frowning, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but his arm was numb and painful, and he couldn't move it for a moment. Shangguan Yun's face darkened. Gritting his teeth, he said in a deep voice, "Who are you? How dare you be so presumptuous! Let go of my hand at once!"