novelhk Chapter 220 Resentment
Chapter 220 Resentment
Zhao Fangyu came to his senses and found himself tightly wrapped by Zhou Qinghe. Like an untamed wild beast, he instinctively wrapped every exposed inch of Zhao Fangyu.
Almost like a wild dog enclosing its territory, he included Zhao Fangyu in his own protection zone.
People's subconscious reactions cannot be hidden.
Zhao Fangyu had never felt so clearly how much Zhou Qinghe cared about her.
His hands were shaking as he held her, and in the gap between her neck and her clothes, there were a few drops of warm water, and he was breathing heavily and his chest was rising and falling.
The autumn wind was not cold, but Zhao Fangyu felt as if a layer of crushed ice was sprinkled on his bones. He instinctively drew a little warmth from Zhou Qinghe.
"You came?"
These three ordinary words made Zhao Fangyu feel sweet in her throat, while Zhou Qinghe felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
Zhou Qinghe was more afraid than anyone else that Zhao Fangyu would get hurt.
In his eyes, Zhao Fangyu is not just Zhao Fangyu, but also his helpless self in his childhood.
All his efforts were for the day when they could all walk smoothly and healthily on every inch of land in Daliang, instead of worrying about the unknown date of death.
He usually eats well and drinks well, and is pampered and coddled like a cow or a horse. But now he looks like he is on the verge of death, how can he not be scared?
Zhou Qinghe didn't even have time to get angry like in the TV drama, and hurriedly called the imperial physician who was brought here by Jiawei to take Zhao Fangyu's pulse.
Zhao Fangyu was still feverish, and the wound on his forehead was still slowly oozing blood. The color of the blood stung Zhou Qinghe's eyes, and it was like an invisible blunt knife, slowly cutting his heart.
Zhao Fangyu's usually fair and tender face now looked sickly pale. People who knew her knew how fragile she looked now.
Like a porcelain doll covered with cracks, a gust of wind could blow her into pieces.
Xuanbi leaned close to Zhou Qinghe's ear and briefly explained the situation. No one was left alive, and the purpose of the armored guards coming was just to collect the bodies of these people.
The imperial physician was uneasy and took the patient's pulse for a long time.
Zhao Fangyu half leaned against Zhou Qinghe and said weakly, "My Lord, please help me check on Chun Shao and the others. Some of them are injured."
Zhao Fangyu still remembered the smell of blood he smelled just now, but he didn't know whether it was his own blood or their blood.
At this time, Su Re slowly walked out from behind Chun Shao with his face covered. Everyone could see clearly that there was a half-palm-long wound on Su Re's face caused by a piece of porcelain!
And it wasn't a scratch. It was probably a porcelain piece that was inserted deeply into her body, and the wound was left after she pulled it out herself!
Chun Shao burst into tears and hugged Su Re, crying, "You stupid girl! How did you get into this state?"
Su Re was in so much pain that he kept crying. His tears fell into the wound, and the person who stung felt even more pain.
Zhao Fangyu quickly withdrew his hand and pushed the doctor in front of Su Re: "Let her see him first!"
Zhou Qinghe pulled the imperial physician back, but when he met Zhao Fangyu's dark eyes, he slowly let go.
Zhao Fangyu pushed the imperial physician in front of Su E again. Chun Shao found a relatively clean handkerchief and wiped away her uncontrollable tears.
Zhao Fangyu pulled Zhou Qinghe aside. At this time, there was still a redness in Zhou Qinghe's eyes.
If it were someone else, they would probably be afraid of Zhou Qinghe's cold face, but Zhao Fangyu was not someone else, she was Zhou Qinghe's bedmate.
Zhao Fangyu raised his head and gently tugged at Zhou Qinghe's sleeve:
"I know what's appropriate."
Su Re was injured badly in order to protect her. A pretty little girl was left with such a big wound. He had been hiding behind Chun Shao, which showed that he also cared very much about the wound.
No one knew Zhao Fangyu's health better than herself. She had a fever and had hit her head, making her feel dizzy. It looked serious, at most a concussion.
Just take care of it.
But Chunshao’s injury cannot be delayed.
Seeing that Zhou Qinghe was unmoved, Zhao Fangyu slowly put his hand into Zhou Qinghe's palm.
The moonlight was bright, and Zhao Fangyu could see Zhou Qinghe's stubborn rolling Adam's apple without the need for fire.
"My hand hurts."
Zhou Qinghe seemed to have been triggered by some command and was able to move immediately. Although he still had a cold face and a hard tone, he still carefully checked Zhao Fangyu's wound.
The red and tender hands that used to be as fair as ice and more beautiful than ancient paintings were now covered with tiny bloodstains.
Bright red blood beads coagulated on the wound, making it seem even more like Zhao Fangyu had suffered a great sin.
The carriage slowly drove over, and Zhao Fangyu and his group got on. The imperial physician treated Su Re's wound inside, while Xuanbi picked up a few bows and arrows from outside, and took away all the knives used by those people.
Although the people who attacked Zhao Fangyu today were not up to par, the things they used were all top-notch quality goods. For example, their bows and arrows were not much worse than those in the army.
However, there were no marks on the arrows, which showed that they were obviously cast privately.
"Today, the princess had a fever while sleeping at the Grand Madam's place. She said that she was too tired these days, so she stored all the heat in one place and released it."
"Originally, the eldest lady wanted to keep the princess for a while and wait until she recovered from her illness before returning. The princess was thinking about her family's work, so she drove back overnight and met these people on the way."
Zhou Qinghe's face was as gloomy as water. He took the arrow in his hand and examined it carefully.
There is no marking on the arrowhead, and the arrow body is made of poplar wood.
Poplar trees grow fast and can be found everywhere. They are so common that it is difficult to tell where they came from.
It was obvious that they were here today just to target Zhao Fangyu. This group of people must have been following Zhao Fangyu for some time...
Otherwise, it would be impossible to seize this rare opportunity so precisely.
"Throw these bodies at the entrance of the execution department."
Xuanbi nodded in agreement. Zhou Qinghe followed the carriage on horseback. Dozens of armored guards escorted the group slowly back to the palace.
The journey was peaceful. When Zhao Fangyu got off the car, Su Re's wound had already been treated.
Zhao Fangyu took his usual health-preserving pills and got some fresh air, so his fever wasn't as severe as before.
She was still trying to make the arrangements, but was stopped by Zhou Qinghe.
"You don't need to be on duty tonight. Those who are injured can be treated, and those who are not injured can go back to sleep."
The Hewang Mansion just has few maids, but it does have some. Why would it need a few sick and injured maids to serve Zhao Fangyu?
Xuanbi also escorted several people back and arranged for people to serve them, and he went to serve Zhou Qinghe.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the room, Zhou Qinghe threw a pillow at him and said, "Go and have a rest too!"
Zhou Qinghe didn't say much along the way. He was very silent. The nameless fire in his heart was burning his most vulnerable part.
He hated himself for waking up too late and only starting to intervene in the fight for the throne now. If he had woken up earlier, he would have wiped out everything, and Zhao Fangyu would not have suffered the disaster he is in today.
After Zhao Fangyu changed his clothes, he tucked her into the quilt, fed her medicine, and wiped her feet, without asking anyone else for help.
He forced himself to watch her bit by bit, watching her use her frail body to protect the Hewang Mansion bit by bit, making it watertight. Not only did she have to run the mansion, but she also had to deal with so many chores.
She seemed to have endless energy. At this moment, she was lying here quietly, her face pale, and she looked terribly weak.