Chapter Forty-Eight: Bruises
"Ah Li!" Wen Renying pushed the door in a hurry, but carefully guarded a white porcelain cup in his hand, "Don't read the book, I've been reading it for days, and my eyes are all burned! Look at you, what did I bring to you?"
Wen Renli put down the book helplessly, rubbed his eyes with his fingers, and said a little perfunctorily, "What strange things did you find?"
"It's pear soup! Zhen Zhu stewed, if it weren't for Jun Fenger's desperate resistance, all the pots would have been drunk by that kid from Qingyue!"
Wen Renying and Shen Fu are all lively types, and they haven't seen them turn a page in the past few days when they came to the Flame Sect, but they jumped up and down all day long, and the Flame Sect was all over the place, if it wasn't for Jun Heng's refusal, several people would have run down the mountain a long time ago.
Because Zhen Zhu's cooking skills are really good, now Zhen Zhu is responsible for everyone's three meals a day, and even Ye Qingyan can't bear to be angry at these unobtrusive people.
Speaking of Jun Fenger, Wen Renli rubbed his eyes, "You said, it was sent by Jun Gongzi?"
After all, they are twin sisters, how could Wen Renying's mind not understand.
"Yes, yes, it was sent by your prince, drink it. Wen Renying put the white porcelain cup on the table.
Wen Renli pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and cleaned up all the books on the table before she opened the lid, and a sweet pear fragrance came to her face.
"Here you go. ā
Although she drank it in Shen Fu's yard, Wen Renying still couldn't help but take the small bowl in her hand.
"It's been really hard for Miss Zhen Zhu during this time. ā
"Hey, who told her to cook deliciously? Let's just say that this sweet soup stewed with pears is better than ordinary people, Jun Fenger also dragged two words, what 'sweet but not greasy, full of pear fragrance' and the like. ā
The hand holding the spoon paused, and Wen Renli raised his eyes, "Jun Gongzi likes to eat what Miss Zhen Zhu makes, right?"
"Every time Zhen Zhu gives us a few small stoves, one-third goes into Jun Fenger's stomach, one-third goes into Qingyue's stomach, and the three of us, Zhen Zhu and Yanliu eat one-third, it's miserable. Wen Renying's eyes rolled, "But Ah Li, don't think about it, Jun Fenger just likes to eat Zhen Zhu's cooking, nothing else, and besides, I look at Yan Liu and Zhen Zhu...... Hey. ā
Wen Renli naturally didn't worry that Jun Fenger would like Zhen Zhu, she picked up a book and gently knocked Wen Renying's head, "I know nonsense all day long." ā
"I'm not talking nonsense. Wen Renying noticed that there was still some pear soup left, so she was about to serve it to herself, but Wen Renli slapped the back of her hand.
"Why are you hitting me!"
"Didn't you mean to send it to me?"
ā...... Okay, you drink. Wen Renying rubbed the back of her hand, and unwillingly forgot to glance at the white porcelain cup.
"Go and call Alley in. ā
"Oh. ā
Wen Renying reluctantly moved outside the door, looking at the young man poked there like a piece of wood under the porch, she couldn't help but shake her head, she really couldn't understand what Ah Li was going to do when she came back with such a 'piece of wood', "My sister told you to go in." ā
Without saying a word, the boy followed her in.
"I'm going back to sleep, Ah Li, you should go to sleep quickly. Yawning, Wen Renying went back to her room next door.
"Miss Li. The boy stood there with some uneasiness.
"Let's have a bowl of pear soup. Wen Renli smiled and beckoned him over, and put the last bowl of sweet soup in his hand.
"No, no......" he waved his hand repeatedly.
"No one else, it doesn't matter, this sweet soup is delicious. ā
The boy took a sip of the small bowl in his hand.
Wen Renli asked him, "Is it delicious?"
"Delicious. The boy nodded vigorously, rubbing the bottom of the bowl and lowering his eyes, "IāI've never drunk anything so good." ā
He drank the sweet soup and placed the bowl on the table, his sleeve ripped open a little because of the distance, revealing bruises.
Wen Renli grabbed his wrist, "What's the matter with you!"
His previous injuries had obviously healed, and these bruises and purple marks were clearly new injuries.
The boy wanted to retract his arm like an electric shock, but although he was a girl, he was spiritual, and how could a thin boy break free if he wanted to.
Wen Renli softened his tone, "Don't be afraid, tell me, who hit you?"
"I accidentally fell. He tugged at his sleeve to cover the bruises, "It wasn't someone else." ā
No matter how Wen Renli asked, he just hung his head and didn't say anything.
The hand hidden in the sleeve tightened and loosened, "If you don't want to say it, forget it." ā
Wen Renli got up and walked out the door.
The boy looked at her back as if angry, and opened his mouth to say nothing. After sitting stunned for a while, he also got up and was about to exit, but he ran into Wen Renli who came back at the door.
"Where are you going?"
She tugged at the boy's wrist, carefully avoiding his wound, "Come in with me, I'll give you medicine." ā
It turned out that she had gone to get the medicine box.
The dim candlelight outlined Wen Renli's gentle eyebrows, and she carefully rolled up the young man's sleeves, looking at the large bruises mixed with bruises, her eyes sank.
She rubbed the potioned wine carefully and gently against his wound, "If it hurts, you can say it." But it shouldn't hurt, I often give Ah Ying medicine, and it's very measured. Wen Renli's voice paused, "Every time she goes down the mountain, she will almost get hurt, but I can't hurt her, I'm not as talented as Ah Ying, my father will give Ah Ying anything to do, all I can do is to be by her side, add clothes to her when it's cold, cook for her when she's hungry, and hurt ...... I had to give her medicine. I'm probably the most useless sister in the world. ā
In the end, Wen Renli's hand that rubbed the medicine on the young man trembled, and a drop of warmth fell on the young man's fingertips without warning, burning his fingertips.
Feeling his strangeness, Wen Renli hurriedly said, "Did it hurt you?"
The young man shook his head, and he slowly spoke, "How can you be the most useless sister, you are the best sister in the world, I envy Miss Ying." Actually, I used to have a younger sister, but she was not as lucky as Miss Ying, and she didn't meet a sister like you, she died when she was only five years old. Like my father, she died of fever, and they all said that it was not an ordinary fever, but a contagious plague, and they didn't treat her, and I gave them money, but they didn't treat her...... She was five years old, still as thin as a cat, and she lay on my shoulder without crying or making a fuss until she was out of breath...... I'm the most useless brother. ā
His tone was very calm, as if he was telling someone else's story, without sorrow or joy. Wen Renli didn't say anything from beginning to end, and she understood that he was not saying these words to her at this moment, not to ask for her sympathy or comfort. Some things have been held back for a long time, and she always has to find someone to talk to, she just needs to listen quietly.
"Take this medicine back. She could only wipe the bruises on his arms, after all, there is a difference between men and women.
"Thank you. The boy picked up the medicinal wine, "Then I'll go back first." ā
Seeing that he turned around and wanted to leave, Wen Renli thought about it and opened his mouth, "You have been in the Jade Sect for a while, and you must have understood a little bit of the situation of our mother and daughter. If it weren't for Ah Ying's rivalry, my mother and I wouldn't have been able to gain a foothold there, and we felt sorry for Ah Ying and resented our own incompetence, but we knew that Ah Ying never blamed us, because we had already given each other everything we had to the best of our ability. ā
So, your sister won't blame you either, she knows that you did your best.
Grabbing the medicinal wine in his hand, the young man stepped out of the room in the moonlight.