readsfreenovel Chapter 520 Why Are You Jealous?
Chapter 520 Why Are You Jealous?
Xie Xiaofeng said expressionlessly, "I'll make you die of pain."
After applying the medicine, Xie Xiaofeng stood up and said coldly, "My Lord, you are in a bad mood today. If you dare to run to the east wing again tomorrow, I will do an extra 100 sets of training."
Pei Zheng lay on the couch and laughed: "Coach Xie, are you jealous?"
His answer was a pillow flying towards him.
East Wing
Chu Ziyu's injury lasted for more than half a month, but Lin Ci'an seemed to be avoiding him deliberately. He only sent the court doctor to check his pulse every day, and he never set foot in the east wing again.
Every night when he closed his eyes, Lin Ci'an would dream of Chu Ziyu's dying appearance - pale face, bloodstained lips, and the pair of eyes that always contained a smile, slightly blurred in the severe pain.
——"My Lord... is cold..."
In the dream, Chu Ziyu's fingers gently tugged at his sleeve, like a piece of snow that was about to wither.
When he woke up, his palms were covered in cold sweat.
The servants were discussing among themselves:
Aunt Zhang, the cook, sighed as she boiled the medicine: "What happened to the Marquis? In the past, whenever Mr. Chu coughed, he would personally watch him drink the medicine. But now, he doesn't even show his face."
The maid Xiao Cui lowered her voice and said, "I heard that when the Marquis came out of Mr. Chu's room that day, his face was frighteningly pale, and he even forgot to put on his cloak. He staggered all the way back to the study, as if he had seen a ghost."
The old doorman stroked his beard and said mysteriously, "What do you know? The Marquis feels guilty! On the execution ground that day, Mr. Chu blocked a knife for him and almost lost his life, but the Marquis didn't even say a soft word... Now I'm afraid he doesn't know how to face it."
After hearing these gossips, Pei Zheng couldn't help but ask Xie Xiaofeng: "What do you think the Marquis is upset about?"
Xie Xiaofeng wiped his sword with a cold face, and said indifferently: "Mind yourself and don't get into trouble."
——But Pei Zheng still secretly went to the east wing.
Lin Ci'an stood in front of the study window, his eyes unconsciously looking towards the east wing.
——Chu Ziyu’s injury should be better now, right?
As soon as this thought came to mind, he ruthlessly suppressed it.
He didn't dare to see him.
On that day at the execution ground, Chu Ziyu stood in front of him, the dagger pierced his shoulder, and blood splashed on his face. He was in a trance for a moment - as if he had returned to the throne room in his previous life, Chu Ziyu held the poisoned wine, lowered his eyes and said to him: "My Lord, it's time to go."
But this time, Chu Ziyu blocked the knife for him.
why?
Is it guilt? Is it calculation? Or...
He didn't dare to think deeply.
Pei Zheng was holding the golden wound medicine that Xie Xiaofeng had stuffed into his hand. Just as he walked to the door of Chu Ziyu's room, he heard a low cough coming from inside.
He pushed the door open and saw Chu Ziyu leaning against the window reading a book. His plain white clothes were draped loosely, making him look even thinner.
Hearing the noise, Chu Ziyu raised his eyes, the small mole at the end of his eye was particularly obvious in the sun, and he smiled at him: "General Pei?"
Pei Zheng's ears felt hot, and he quickly handed over the medicine: "Sir, are you feeling better?"
Chu Ziyu took the medicine and his fingertips accidentally touched the back of Pei Zheng's hand, causing the young general's heartbeat to speed up. He stammered, "This, this was given by Xie Xiaofeng. He said..."
"say what?"
"Tell you... take good care of him and don't let the Marquis worry."
Chu Ziyu chuckled and deliberately said, "The Marquis is worried about me? Isn't he hiding from me?"
Pei Zheng scratched his head and was about to say something to defend his master when he suddenly heard a cold snort from outside the door.
"Pei Zheng, are you free?"
Lin Ci'an stood at the door at some point, his dark robe making his features look stern and his eyes frighteningly gloomy.
Standing in the corridor, watching the young general handing over medicine with red ears, and Chu Ziyu smiling at him——
At that moment, he actually wanted to draw his sword.
(Why can Pei Zheng care about him openly? Why does Chu Ziyu smile at him so gently?)
But the next second, he was shocked by his own thoughts.
——Why is he jealous?