"Stop talking," Caiyu said, holding him tightly in her arms. Her heart was filled with contradictions at the moment.
Just now, when she saw him risking his life to save her, she thought that since he was willing to give up his life for her, the mark on her lower back didn't seem to matter so much.
Now that he was in critical condition, just to coax him to hold on, she should nod and let him rest assured.
With this thought in mind, Caiyu silently nodded. "If you survive, I won't be angry."
Song Yinghuai lowered his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Well, sometimes acting weak wasn't so bad.
He reached out and pulled Caiyu into his arms. "Okay, it's a deal..."
"Stop talking. Sit down and let me check your wounds." Caiyu carefully helped him sit down and then began to tug at his clothes to check his injuries.
Song Yinghuai suddenly grabbed her small hand that was wandering over his body. His cold, black eyes were almost on fire.
He didn't want to be so impatient, but Caiyu had been giving him the cold shoulder for half a month. He couldn't even stay in the bedroom for a while without seeing her mood.
The moment her soft and fragrant body touched his, he immediately had a reaction.
"What are you doing?" Caiyu looked at her captured hand in confusion. Her other hand pressed against his chest.
She looked up innocently and complained, "I'm checking your body!"
"I'm fine," Song Yinghuai said in a low voice.
He held her wrist and lowered his eyes.
His gaze was deep, as if it contained the vast starry sky.
Caiyu's other hand pressed against his chest and forgot to take it away. It felt as if it had been burned. She could feel his strong heartbeat.
The afternoon sun shone into the deepest part of the valley and landed on the two of them.
The two were sitting on a protruding boulder in mid - air. Caiyu's feet were dangling in the air.
She looked up at the handsome man. The red tassels on his helmet were fluttering in the wind. The man sitting beside her had his head down, smiling faintly. His red clothes, stained with blood, looked extremely fierce. The hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind.
"What a beautiful couple!"
Song Yongzhen and Song Boming, who had been rescued by Xu Buyue with the antidote pill and rushed to the scene, looked up and saw such a beautiful sight.
Song Yongzhen nudged Song Boming with his elbow. "Brother Nine, I think they've made up... Ah, I have no chance again."
Song Boming rolled his eyes at him impatiently. "You never had a chance. You were just being playful. Go chase another beauty. Otherwise, you might get beaten up by Brother Four again for talking nonsense in front of him!"
"Okay, okay, I know..."
Xu Buyue listened to the buzzing conversation between the two princes and looked enviously at the beautiful couple sitting on the mountainside in the distance.
She never thought that one day she would also yearn for love. Unfortunately, that man still couldn't see her.
She forced herself to suppress her sadness, walked forward, looked up at the two of them, and shouted:
"Brother Four, it's not safe to stay here. We have to go back quickly."
Song Yinghuai glanced down at the people below. Although he was unhappy that his rare happy moment had been interrupted, he also knew that Xu Buyue was right.
He responded and then flew down with Caiyu in his arms.
As soon as Caiyu landed, she sensed something was wrong. Her eyes narrowed immediately.
Didn't he say he was dying?
This damned man!
Even the Prince of Yan would lie?
Caiyu was so angry that her teeth were itching.
Song Yinghuai didn't notice her gaze. He took the Yajiu Dagger from Caiyu's hand and went straight to get the snake gall.
He moved quickly and efficiently. In a few strokes, he took out a snake gall the size of a bullet, wrapped it in oil paper to prevent the liquid from leaking, and then looked back to see Caiyu's death - like stare. Finally, he realized that he had overplayed his act.
Song Yinghuai tightened his fingers on the dagger. Then he smiled warmly and said boldly:
"You promised me that if I didn't die, you wouldn't be angry. A gentleman's word is final."
"I'm a woman, a petty person! Not a gentleman!" Caiyu scolded angrily. "Is it fun for you, my lord, to pretend to be dead?"
Song Yinghuai's eyebrows twitched. He sensed that the girl was about to get angry again. Just as he was about to say something to coax her, Xu Buyue whistled and called back the war horses that were grazing nearby. She urged:
"It will take half a day to get back. The primeval forest is very dangerous at night. We must return to the hunting ground before the sun sets. You can talk things out when you get back."
Xu Buyue was right. Song Yinghuai had to put off the matter of coaxing Caiyu for the time being. The five of them rode their horses back at full speed.
It was already night when the five of them arrived at the hunting ground.
As soon as they arrived, they saw a commotion in the camp. There was a lot of noise.
Xiao Rencheng walked towards them. He nodded slightly to Song Yinghuai and then looked at Xu Buyue and said:
"Princess, Lord Wen accidentally fell into a trap while hunting and broke his right hand. He was just rescued."
Wen Zilong was injured after being kicked into the trap by Xiao Rencheng.
Xiao Rencheng was skilled in martial arts. He controlled the strength and direction very well. Wen Zilong landed on his right side exactly on a big stone placed in the trap in advance. He "perfectly" broke his right hand.
He should have been fished out of the trap earlier, but Xiao Rencheng took revenge on him. He asked Han Fen and the others to lead Wen Zilong's followers away. He himself stood outside the trap boredly listening to Wen Zilong's cries for help.
It wasn't until nightfall that Wen Zilong's followers were led back. They found their master in the trap and quickly rescued him.
At this time, Wen Zilong was in great pain and hunger. He had been shouting for help for half a day, and his throat was dry. He was almost unconscious.
After being rescued, he was already delirious.
Xu Buyue sighed. She was stunned for a moment and then said regretfully:
"What bad luck! Since the Mulan Mountain Hunting Ground was established, this is the first time someone has been injured... Why did Lord Wen go hunting outside the hunting ground? As a scholar, he should just hunt rabbits and pheasants inside the hunting ground. But he had to go outside... How is he now?"
"The doctor has examined him. It's okay. He's awake. It's just that his right hand will take at least three months to recover."
"That's good..."
Xu Buyue sighed for a moment and then remembered what kind of person Wen Zilong was.
He doted on his concubine and mistreated his wife. He took refuge in the Crown Prince and did all kinds of evil.
So she didn't bother to sympathize with him.
Since someone had an accident during this hunting trip and there were not many medicines in the mountains, the doctor couldn't treat him. So everyone set off for Shangjing in a hurry that night. They didn't return to Shangjing until the next morning.
At this time, Wen Zilong was so anxious that blisters had appeared on his lips. After staying up all night, his eyes were black - rimmed and his expression was haggard.
He didn't hunt the nine - colored deer, and he broke his right hand. Moreover, he hadn't written his self - reflection letter yet!
Emperor Guangwu had limited him to complete it within three days, and today was the third day.
He was in a bad mood on the first day and didn't pick up the pen. He went hunting on the second day and didn't write either. He had planned to write a long and eloquent one in the dead of night at the hunting ground. But now his right hand was injured...
Seeing Wen Zilong pacing back and forth restlessly, in pain and angry, making a big fuss in the Wen Mansion.
"Son, if you really can't do it, just dictate it and find a scholar to write it for you," Wen Linshi said as she almost got hit by a flying teacup as soon as she entered the door. She was so anxious that she kept suggesting.
Wen Zilong waved his hand impatiently. "No, no! The handwriting will be different! The emperor will see it at a glance! He will definitely investigate. If he finds out that I asked someone to write it for me, will I still keep my official position?"
"What should we do then?" Wen Linshi only then realized the seriousness of the situation. "Your hand can't write either! Can't you ask the emperor to give you a few more days?"
"More days! More days!" Wen Zilong became even more irritable. "Can I pick up a pen in three to five months with this hand? How much longer can the Empress Dowager live? Do you want the Empress Dowager to die without seeing my self - reflection letter? If so, will the emperor not drag our Wen family down with her?"
At the mention of being buried alive, goosebumps appeared all over Wen Linshi's skin. She blinked fearfully. "That bitch Lan Jinqin! What did our Wen family do wrong to her? Why did she harm us like this?"
Wen Zilong was even more irritated by Wen Linshi's wailing. He was eager to solve the problem as soon as possible. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay, okay. Without my right hand, I can still write with my left hand!"
Even if Emperor Guangwu investigated the handwriting, he could just show his left - hand writing on the spot to prove that he had written the self - reflection letter himself.