Adore Trick of Beauty

Gu Qinghong staggered out of the carriage and stretched out his hand to block the dazzling skylight. His eyes were blood red and his eyes were burning. The high fever persisted for a day and a night, and he was already pushed to the limit of his body.

"No...it's okay...go find some water." He gasped and ordered: "Drink some water and keep on going! You must...you must get to Yingguo within five days...you must..."

Before he could finish speaking, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground. The call of the groom came to my ears, suddenly far away and now closer: "Master Xiangguo! Master Xiangguo!..."

He opened his mouth, and before the darkness completely hit him, he seemed to see a goose-yellow figure smiling towards him in the sky.

"Wushuang..." He sighed and finally passed out.

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After a long dream, he fell into a deep sleep. He was sitting under the flower stand in front of the court with a book in his hand. The spring breeze was gentle, and he couldn't help but stretch.

"Ms. sir..." The door opened slightly, and he saw her approaching with a smile, carrying a plate of dishes.

"Madam." He greeted Qianfeng with a smile.

"Ms. sir, these are your favorite dishes. They are all light and delicious." She rolled up her sleeves to add rice and vegetables to him. Her wrist was as bright as snow, but he saw a stain on it.

"What's wrong with you? Here." He shook her hand, but found that it was an injury that had been splashed by hot oil and was already red.

She retracted her hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, sir. Eat quickly."

His heart seemed to shrink, and he kept holding the hand he insisted on holding. Thousands of words were blocked in his heart, and he wanted to say it but couldn't. He knew he was dreaming, a dream so real that he didn't want to wake up.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" She smiled as before and asked gently: "Sir, what's wrong with you?..."

Her face gradually blurred, and he tried his best to take another look, but he could no longer see clearly.

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"Master! Master!..."

"Young Master, Young Master, wake up..."

Someone kept calling in his ears, and a stream of clear water poured into his mouth. He finally opened his eyes, and in the haze, he saw a delicate and simple face.

He woke up and sighed sadly: "What's wrong with me?"

"Sir, you just passed out." The groom wiped the anxious sweat on his face and pointed at the girl next to him: "If it weren't for this girl collecting medicine, I really don't know what I would do."

Gu Qinghong glanced at the shy village girl in front of him and nodded: "Thank you, girl, for saving me."

The village girl blushed: "Young Master, you don't have to be polite. You were dehydrated and had a high fever, so you fainted for a while. Just take some medicine and you'll be fine."

The groom on the side saw that she had some knowledge of medicine and wanted her help. Now he just said, "Can you help me pick some herbs for my young master? We will pay for it."

When the village girl heard this, her face turned red, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "How could this be done, how could it be done. Dad will blame me if he finds out. I will help you pick some herbs. Just wait."

She said and hurriedly walked towards the mountain.

"Wait a minute." Gu Qinghong stood up holding the groom's hand and gasped: "I'll write a prescription and the girl will help pick the medicine."

As he spoke, he ordered the groom to bring a pen and paper, and wrote a prescription with trembling hands: "It's troublesome, girl." He couldn't write these simple words. Seeing his weak appearance, the village girl felt sympathy in her eyes: "This young master is very ill, why don't you go to my house to rest..."

"good!"

"No."

Two completely opposite voices came from the mouths of the groom and Gu Qinghong. Gu Qinghong gasped and said angrily: "It's too late! Don't delay important events because of my illness!"

"But Young Master, your body..." The groom said with tears in his eyes, "This subordinate is also doing it for Young Master's body!"

The village girl looked at the two of them, shook her head, glanced at the prescription, turned around and went up the mountain: "You guys discuss it carefully, I think this young man is too sick to go on the journey anymore. If someone is not good, what will happen?" It can’t be done, sir, do you think this is true?”

Gu Qinghong was startled and couldn't help but feel dumb.

Three days later, the carriage was on the road again. In the swaying carriage, in addition to Gu Qinghong, who was wearing a cloak, there was another girl with nimble movements and plain clothes.

Gu Qinghong coughed from time to time, and the girl beside him touched his forehead and gave him water and medicine. Gu Qinghong opened his eyes, looked at the busy girl, and sighed: "Miss Zhou, why did you come with me? The journey here is dangerous and tiring. You..."

"My name is Ah Li, you can call me Ah Li." She opened her clear eyes and smiled slightly: "Young Master, please don't drive me away again. My father said that the Master is someone who wants to do great things. Although Ah Li doesn't know anything, It’s a big deal, but you can still take care of the young master along the way.”

Gu Qinghong lowered his eyes. He was already mostly healed, but perhaps his illness frightened the man who was pretending to be a groom. Regardless of the risk of leaking the secret, he told Ah Li's father Gu Qinghong's identity and asked for his permission to borrow his daughter as a nurse. His maid-servant is Ah Li in front of him.

Gu Qinghong sighed, his handsome brows filled with worry.

A pair of warm hands touched his forehead, and he opened his eyes and asked with his eyes. Ah Li stuck out her pink tongue and said, "Young Master sighed again. It's no wonder that Young Master is young and has some gray hair. Dad said that even if the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up. So there is no need to be so distressed."

Gu Qinghong listened to her clear voice, and felt in his heart

Smiling bitterly, the heavy responsibility on his shoulders was not as simple as she thought.

Suddenly, Ah Li asked again: "Master, who is Wushuang? I heard that Master kept calling Wushuang when he had a fever..."

Her eyes were innocent. With a "bang" sound, Gu Qinghong had already crushed the cup in his hand. Ah Li was startled.

Gu Qinghong raised his eyes coldly: "Miss Zhou, you ask too many questions." Cold anger radiated from his thin body. Ah Li had never seen someone so polite and heart-wrenching when angry. cold.

Gu Qinghong released his clenched palms, and the broken pieces fell with a little blood. He stared out the window for a long time and then whispered softly: "We will soon arrive at Yingguo."

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