roccoschili Chapter 311 I'll help you heal your legs
Chapter 311 I'll help you heal your legs
Xie Ling stared at Wei Xiuchu's legs. "How about this? I'll treat your legs and use that as my accommodation fee and your martial arts tuition fee, how about that?"
Wei Xiuchu laughed: "Kid, you don't understand. No one in the world can cure my legs. Just stay calm and don't worry about anything else."
Xie Ling shook her head. "I don't like to take advantage of others. You and I are not related. If I really come to live here, I will definitely repay you."
After a pause, Xie Ling yawned and said, "Let me think about it overnight. I'll see you today. You should also go to bed early."
Wei Xiuchu nodded, "Okay."
After Xie Ling finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the inn along the same route.
Wei Xiuchu stayed where he was until he could no longer see Xie Ling, then he slowly entered the mansion.
He bent his eyes all the way and almost fell down the stairs.
Even Wei Xiuchu himself didn't know what he was so happy about.
It's so weird.
He is just an ordinary boy, why am I so close to him?
Wei Xiuchu sat under the pear tree, holding his chin and thinking.
Probably because of the similar backs and the same surname.
He hasn't been this happy since he hurt his leg.
It was as if all the gloom and guilt were blown away by the wind in an instant, and the sunshine came in, with a spring breeze blowing and warmth everywhere.
This is a kind of freedom and joy that comes from the heart.
Even Wei Wuji and Wei Linglong couldn't give it to him.
Thinking of Wei Linglong, Wei Xiuchu's eyes flashed with worry and he sighed softly.
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After Xie Ling returned to the inn, she closed the door and fell asleep.
He was already tired from the journey, and after fighting two times, his entire body felt like it was falling apart.
It was noon and the bright sunlight shone through the bed curtains directly onto Xie Ling's face.
Xie Ling's eyelids were stinging, and all she could see was white. The sounds of the hustle and bustle on the long street came from afar, as if hazy through a layer of fog.
She raised her hand to cover her forehead, and after a while she slowly regained her sight, and the scene in the house gradually became clear.
In Sinan, she worked day and night, busy with endless things to do every day, and she was exhausted on the journey to Wei Zhao. She hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.
"Waiter, bring a basin of hot water."
After washing up, Xie Ling sat in front of the bed with her brows furrowed.
She seemed to have forgotten something?
what?
"All those outsiders, please leave!"
Amid the chaotic noise, the cruel official's fierce roar was very clear, coming from far away under the window sill.
Xie Ling walked over and looked down.
On the street, a large crowd of people gathered and the noise was deafening.
Several cruel officials wearing round-collared black uniforms stood near the plum tree, holding knives and with stern faces.
Seeing the plum tree under the window, Xie Ling finally remembered!
Masked uncle!
She promised the uncle that she would go find him!
Xie Ling knocked his head. He was so sleepy that he even forgot about this.
She quickly changed her appearance and hurried out.
The shopkeeper ran after her and shouted, "Sir, are you still staying?"
Xie Ling paused, turned around and said loudly: "I can't stand it anymore!"
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There is no plaque hanging in Prince Yong's Palace, and its doors have been closed and deserted for more than ten years.
At this moment, Wei Xiuchu was sitting at the door with it open, his eyes fixed on the street outside.
In winter, the sun rises late and the night is hazy. A few stars hang in the sky, twinkling faintly.
Every inch of land on Shenwu Street is worth a lot of money, and all the residents are royal relatives, princes, and generals.
Prince Yong's Mansion is located on the only way to the imperial palace.
Many officials would pass by Prince Yong's Mansion on their way to court.
When everyone saw the open door, they all widened their eyes in surprise.
You should know that since that incident more than ten years ago, King Yong has never appeared in public again.
He was never seen at any palace banquet or court affairs.
He gradually became a legend in Wei Zhao's history, and people slowly forgot about this high-spirited Third Prince who drove away foreign enemies.
At this moment, looking at the open door, everyone couldn't help but take a few more glances inside.
I want to know whether the once brilliant Prince Yong is really disabled in both legs as rumored and cannot get out of a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
The crescent moon hangs alone in the sky, and the man is tall and slender, leaning lazily in the wheelchair.
The moonlight shone on his indifferent crane cloak, so clear and bright, just like the ice and snow on the top of the mountain, lonely and cold.
Even with a mask on, his elegant and graceful temperament could not be concealed. He is indeed the once stunning Prince Yong.
But those legs...
He was wearing a mask, so maybe his face was also...
Ugh.
The officials showed sympathy in their eyes, but quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
Ever since the fire, what Wei Xiuchu hated most was the inquiring looks from others.
He is not a saint.
Once a favored child of heaven fell into the quagmire and became a half-human, half-ghost, it was very strong that he could still insist on living.
That's why he chose to stay indoors for so many years.
On the avenue, officials hurried past, and many of them looked at their legs, but they pretended not to see them and left as if nothing had happened.
Shock, sympathy, and schadenfreude.
Have everything.
Wei Xiuchu frowned and wanted to turn around and go in.
But it was almost dawn. What if the child came to look for me and took the wrong road or remembered the wrong mansion?
I'd better wait for him here, at least he can see me.
Just as the first rays of morning sun hit the green tiles, a figure hurriedly ran down the street in the distance.
Wei Xiuchu narrowed his eyes.
Under the mask, the pair of cold and indifferent phoenix eyes suddenly became gentle.
I thought this kid is not afraid of falling when running so fast...
When the shadow got closer and closer and Wei Xiuchu saw the man's appearance clearly, his smile disappeared in an instant and his pupils shrank slightly.
"Wuji, why are you here?"
Wei Wuji was appointed crown prince when he was young. He has always been self-disciplined and respectful, and attached great importance to his manners. When had he ever been so flustered and lost his composure?
unless…….
Wei Xiuchu's heart sank and he held on to the wheelchair tightly with both hands.
Wei Wuji looked haggard.
As soon as he reached Wei Xiuchu's side, he lost his support and fell to the ground.
He raised his head and grabbed Wei Xiuchu's sleeve, as if he was grabbing the only life-saving straw.
She said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, Linglong, Linglong can't do it anymore..."
The young man's eyes were red and his upright body was hunched over, as if he would never be able to get up again.
Wei Xiuchu's voice was hoarse, "How could it be, how could it suddenly fail......"
Wei Wuji lowered his head.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally raised his red eyes, his lips pale, and said word by word: "Uncle, I will take you to see Linglong for the last time. Let her go in peace."
Wei Xiuchu's breath was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.
He didn't understand why his lively and cheerful niece suddenly fell ill and was even at the point of being on her last legs.
Wei Xiuchu's eyes were red, "Looking for famous doctors everywhere! If 100,000 gold is not enough, then 1 million, 10 million! We must save Linglong no matter what!"
"Uncle Emperor!"
Wei Wuji stood up and put his hands on Wei Xiuchu's shoulders.
The young man's tension finally broke, and he cried, "Linglong can't be cured. No matter what, she can't be cured! It's useless, it's useless!"
Wei Xiuchu's eyes dimmed and he slowly closed his eyes.
Yes.
Useless.
All to no avail.
He once again felt that fate was so cruel.
For a moment, it seemed as if I was back in those days.
After the fire, his face was disfigured, his legs were disabled, and he lay in bed in a coma for a year.
When he woke up, the day he had agreed with An Xuetao had long passed.
He was unable to walk and was very worried, so he asked his confidant Wu Xuanji to go to Beijiang to check on An Xuetao's current condition.
But he learned that she was married and had children.
That man was her childhood sweetheart, extremely talented, and held a high position at a young age, rising to the position of Prime Minister of Beijiang.
He is also a handsome man with a good appearance.
Looking at the portrait brought by Wu Xuanji.
Wei Xiuchu felt so ashamed of himself that he was reduced to dust.
His current appearance...
How to match An Xuetao?
He could only let Wu Xuanji silently protect the An family for him.
But every time he thought about the fact that he had broken his promise in this life, every time he thought about the fact that his beloved woman had become someone else's concubine and had given birth to someone else's children.
He couldn't control the heart pain and almost died.
Such a brilliant person eventually faded into obscurity in time.
Because Wei Linglong is about the same age as An Xuetao's daughter.
Wei Xiuchu made up for his regret for An Xuetao on Wei Linglong.
Every time he looked at Wei Linglong, he would think, if he hadn't broken his promise, he and Xiaotao would have had a child, and the child would be about this age...
Is she more like him or Xiaotao?
.......
Now, Linglong is also going to leave him.
His last thought was gone.
"Uncle? Let me take you away."
Wei Xiuchu said in a hoarse voice, "Wait."
Wei Wuji had adjusted his state and restored his proper appearance as a prince. He asked in a low voice, "Who is the emperor waiting for?"
Wei Wuji looked at the street in the distance: "Waiting for a... friend."
The sky is getting brighter.
Wei Wuji's face was becoming more and more anxious. "Uncle, we can't wait any longer. I'm afraid Linglong can't wait any longer."
"Let's go."
Wei Wuji looked at the empty streets and thought, maybe that young man would not come.