mtl008 Chapter 663 Are you a pigeon?
Chapter 663 Are you a pigeon?
Upon hearing the sound, Rong Xin turned around and glanced at Lu Yangyang, but still walked away blankly.
The backyard was spacious and large, somewhat like the back of the thatched hut they had in Qingzhou. Back then, Lu Yangyang was still young. It took them more than a year to clear the weeds at the foot of the mountain behind the yard, reclaim the land, and find some vegetable seeds to plant.
Back then, Rong Xin would often stay alone on that cleared wasteland. When she was in a bad mood, she would pull up all the vegetables that Lu Yangyang had planted not long ago, and then replant them when she was in a moment of clarity. After all this back and forth, it was rare for any vegetables in their backyard to grow to full maturity.
Lu Yangyang looked into a corner of the yard and saw a small patch of land, lush and green with weeds, vegetables, and a few herb seedlings that looked like they had been picked up from outside.
Lu Yangyang got up from the ground and wiped away her tears.
Wen Yu finally arrived late, standing under the porch in the backyard, his gaze fixed on Rong Xin, who was wandering around the yard.
Rong Xin walked around the courtyard a few times, but seemed not to have noticed that someone had appeared at all.
Wen Yu didn't know how long she had been watching, but finally couldn't bear it anymore. She turned her back, squatted down, covered her face, and her shoulders kept shaking.
Rong Xin finally stopped after walking past him for what felt like the umpteenth time, patted his shoulder, and said, "Who are you? What are you doing at my house? Are you here to deliver a message? Yangyang isn't here. Go out and look for her. She probably went into the mountains. She said this morning that she was going to hunt in the mountains to exchange for rice. We haven't had any food for half a month."
After saying that, she sighed, walked to the steps, sat down, leaned against a pillar, and closed her eyes.
Lu Yangyang walked to her side, took out a silver needle from her bosom, and pierced Rong Xin's nape. Rong Xin fell into her arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Lu Yangyang picked her up and put her inside.
When she came out, she saw Wen Yu still squatting on the ground crying. She stood quietly beside her for a while, wanting to speak, but not knowing where to begin.
No need to guess anymore, the legendary healer with the "ghostly hands" was none other than Rong Xin.
She was the younger sister of the Duke of Rong and also the Emperor's Consort Rong.
The birth mother of the Ninth Princess.
“When I met her, she was practicing medicine disguised as a man. I shamelessly followed her, calling her brother and clamoring to become her apprentice. I even wanted to sleep next to her. Later, to save a pregnant woman in difficult labor, she had to reveal her true gender, and that's when I learned she was a woman. She was so outstanding, so outstanding that every time she treated someone, she seemed to shine. I felt ashamed of myself, and although I had feelings for her, I never dared to confess.” Wen Yu sat on the ground in a disheveled state, covering his face with his hands, his head bowed, his voice choked with sobs. “Later, she returned to the capital. I wanted to follow her back, but I felt deeply inadequate and wanted to one day impress her. But when I returned to the capital, there was no longer any news of the Ghost Hand Healer. She had only appeared once. I searched far and wide, but I could not find a woman named An Yan again.”
“I’ve thought of countless possibilities. I thought she might have met with some accident, or maybe, as my sister said, she might not be from this world and just appeared by chance. But I never imagined that she would be the daughter of the Duke of Rong’s mansion, and the Consort Rong of His Majesty.”
When he returned to the capital that year, he heard rumors that Consort Rong had immolated herself in the palace. He could only sigh and lament that beauty is often short-lived.
He could never connect the dazzling and magical woman in his heart with Consort Rong, who died by self-immolation.
Even more unexpectedly, after so many years, when he saw her again, she didn't recognize him at all.
After listening to him finish speaking, Lu Yangyang bent down and patted his shoulder: "I gave my aunt acupuncture to make her fall asleep, but she has suffered from this for many years, so she won't be able to sleep soundly at all. She will wake up again soon. You will have to take her pulse first."
Lu Yangyang had just checked her aunt's pulse. In the past two years in Qingzhou, Lu Wei had secretly taken care of her, and this year in Changyang County, someone had been watching over her constantly. Apart from being a little weak, her aunt's health was not seriously affected. However, since she was away, her aunt's periods of confusion had become longer and longer, and it seemed that she was no longer showing any signs of becoming lucid.
If this continues, I'm afraid he'll completely descend into madness.
Her medical skills are much better than before, but at most she can only help her aunt relieve her symptoms with acupuncture, but she cannot make her recover, and she doesn't know how to proceed.
This is also why she insisted on bringing Wen Yu and Wen Qingqing along.
They each have their own strengths and different perspectives. If they can work together, they might be able to find a solution.
While Wen Yu was feeling heartbroken and dazed, she was stunned for a moment upon hearing Lu Yangyang's words, but she quickly scrambled to her feet. "Yes, yes, I'll go right now, I'll go right now!"
Wen Yu turned and left, but after a few steps he realized what was happening and looked back at Lu Yangyang with a somewhat bewildered expression.
Lu Yangyang stepped forward to lead him into the room.
The room was clean, but at first glance it was also overly simple, with almost no trace of life.
Wen Yu sat down by the bed, his eyes still streaked with tears. He didn't even dare to look at Rong Xin's face.
Her once clean and elegant face was now covered with scars. Although she was only in her thirties, she looked like a woman in her fifties or sixties, with gray hair and a face full of vicissitudes.
Wen Yu lifted Rong Xin's wrist, and the back of her thin hand was covered with crisscrossing scars. These burns were like a monster's shell covering her body, slowly devouring her flesh and blood.
Wen Yu tried several times before his trembling fingertips finally gripped her wrist and pressed down on her throbbing pulse.
Lu Yangyang waited quietly to the side.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yu remained unresponsive, but Rong Xin woke up first.
She opened her eyes, looking at the person in front of her with a hint of confusion. She subconsciously pulled her wrist back, staring at Wen Yu with a cold and wary gaze. Her other hand instinctively reached for the pillow.
Lu Yangyang sensed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward, calling out, "Auntie, it's me!"
Rong Xin froze, turned to look at Lu Yangyang, staring at her coldly with an indifferent look in her eyes. She moved her lips, and after a long while, she finally spoke, "When did you come here?"
"Who is he? Why did he bring an outsider here!"
When Rong Xin's cold question came at her, Lu Yangyang lowered her eyes, suppressing the stinging in her eyes, walked to the bedside, pulled Wen Yu away, and then rushed over to hug Rong Xin.
"Auntie, auntie, auntie!"
"Shut up, are you a pigeon?"
Rong Xin's eyelids twitched, and her words were full of disdain, but in the end she couldn't bear to push Lu Yangyang away.