Ambiguous Love in Mysteries

A soft breeze blew, lifting up the curtains of the carriage, revealing half of her face. She was gentle and gentle, with a hint of a spoiled manner as she said, "Uncle Xu …"

The steward had the inexplicable feeling of 'a woman cannot be kept in a house, and will only stay and leave to make enemies'. In the end, he hatefully said, "You should cover your face and not sully the name of my young lady."

The Zhuo Family's carriage had the symbol of the Zhuo Family, and Bao Fu was quite famous in the capital. If someone found out about this, trouble would inevitably ensue.

"I know, I know." Bao Fu Cheng squinted his eyes and smiled. He then raised his sleeves to cover his face, revealing only his smiling peach blossom eyes. "This should work, right?"

With a cold snort, the butler got into the carriage and sat by Bao Fu's side.

The Zhuo clan and the Su palace were separated by two streets. Even if the butler was driving a horse, it still took a lot of time.

When they arrived at the Su residence, the butler brought the carriage and horses to the backyard under the guidance of a servant. Bao Liusheng and Zhuo Qingfeng entered the Su residence together.

From afar, the two of them heard Su Mu's shout, "Teacher, be gentle. It hurts. Mistress, please come and protect me. "

"When did she acknowledge a master?" Bao Fu Cheng muttered to himself, completely confused. When he was in Wu City, he had never heard of Su Mu having a teacher. However, after Su Mu was escorted into the capital, he did not have much chance to do so.

The two of them quickened their pace.

"You are?" the old lady asked as she saw the two of them.

"My daughter Zhuo Qingfeng is a friend of the Su Clan's eldest daughter, Su Qing." Zhuo Qingfeng bowed towards the old lady.

Bao Fu Cheng was startled. Didn't they say she was Su Mu's best friend? How could she be the young miss of the Su family?

Qingfeng put his elbow on the bag and Bao Fu Sheng came back to his senses. "I am the son of the Bao Residence, Bao Fu. I am Su Mu's good friend. When I heard that she had woken up, I specially came to take a look."

The old lady returned the greeting. "The old woman is her mistress. You can call her Auntie Song." The old lady had a kind personality, but it was a bit strange when she heard Su Mu's screams.

"Auntie Song, what happened to her?" Bao Fusheng asked curiously.

The old lady covered her mouth and laughed, "I offended her master. "Don't worry, this old man knows his limits. This little girl is only calling out loudly."

Bao Fusheng was curious about the old lady's identity, but he couldn't directly ask, so he tried to guess who she was.

After half a quarter of an hour, the old man came out of Su Mu's room with a rough clay bowl in his hand. Inside the bowl was some black paste that emitted a sweet fragrance.

"This damned girl, howling so loudly. Those who don't know her would think I'm slaughtering pigs!" The old man angrily came over and complained to the old lady. He didn't even look at Bao Fusheng and Zhuo Qingfeng and after he finished complaining, he ran off to who knows where.

"This old man's temper isn't too good, so don't mind him." The old granny said awkwardly, "You all want to see Su Mu, now you can go and take a look."

Zhuo Qingfeng looked at the bag and it floated in his eyes. The bag consciously said: "You go first, I will sit in the yard for a while."

There was a stone table in the courtyard, and it was filled to the brim with unknown herbs. The thick clay bowl that the old man had taken out was right there, in the middle of a pile of herbs. It was very eye-catching.

Bao Fu Cheng sat by the stone table as he watched Zhuo Qingfeng enter Su Mu's room.

Fu Cheng, who was wrapped up tightly, fiddled with the herbs on the table, thinking about how long it would be before Zhuo Qingfeng could relax his guard and obediently let him eavesdrop.

Suddenly, a figure covered the sun above his head. The bag floated up and looked. It was the old man.

The old man slapped Bao Fusheng's hand, cursing angrily, "Don't even move! You're smearing medicine on your hand and yet you dare to move recklessly! If you stain my medicine, I'll poison you to death!"

Bao Fusheng grimaced in pain, his trembling hands unable to speak.

The old man sorted the herbs on the table into a pile.

"Little bag, what's wrong with you?" the old lady asked when she saw the miserable state of the bag. She was holding a stick of fresh fruit.

"I'm fine." Bao Fu Cheng took a deep breath, suppressing the unending pain from his fingers.

"He's fine." The old man was still a little scared in front of the old lady, and thanked Bao Fu for protecting him. Therefore, he kindly held the bag floating on his wrist and untied the layers of silk cloth on his hands with a flick of his finger.

The old man sniffed the powder on the bag and looked disgusted.

"It doesn't smell good." Bao Fusheng smiled reluctantly. Originally, the smell of the cloth was not very distinct, but now that he removed the cloth, the smell of the medicinal powder became more intense. With the strange smell coming from his fingers, even the floating bag itself could not stand the smell. The powder clearly didn't smell this bad when it was sprinkled on top.

The old man told the old lady to bring a basin of warm water to wash off the medicinal powder on Bao Fusheng's hand. The old man told the old lady to bring a basin of warm water to wash off the medicinal powder on Bao Fusheng's hand to wash away the medicinal powder.

"You don't believe me?" The old man stared at the bag with a displeased expression.

Bao Fu Cheng thought that he was Su Mu's master, so he couldn't offend him. Moreover, since Lin Yi dared to give Su Mu to him for treatment, it could be seen that he had some skills. Bao Fu Cheng gritted his teeth as he extended his hand into the warm water.

Warm water stung the wound, and he felt an itchy pain.

"Squeeze out the pus as well." The old man said as he held the black paste left behind by Su Mu and continuously stirred it.

The old man said it easily, but the bag was in excruciating pain. After the pus was squeezed clean, a layer of cold sweat appeared on Bao Fu's face.

The old man snorted, "You have to thank my disciple. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have spent so much effort on this." As the old man spoke, he pasted the ointment on Bao Fu's hand. At first, it was a little painful, but soon, the pain disappeared, leaving behind only traces of warmth as it pressed against the wound. It was very comfortable.

"I told you it wouldn't hurt. It was all that damned girl's act." The old man turned to look at the old lady.

The old lady looked helpless and pampered. "I believe you."

Hearing the old lady's words, the old man immediately became happy. He grabbed some herbs on the stone table and left in the same direction.

"This old man is a naughty kid, don't blame him. But his medicine is definitely better than anyone else's. " The old lady's tone did not hide her love for the old man.

He had never seen such feelings before. He yearned to obtain such feelings, but he also knew that he would not be able to obtain such feelings.

The old lady said something to him and left. He was in a daze and did not hear clearly.

Bao Fu Cheng was unable to wrap himself with the silk cloth, so he could only raise his hands dumbly. He quietly walked to the front of Su Mu's room and pricked his ears to eavesdrop.

In the room, Su Mu and Qingfeng casually chatted. Qingfeng and Su Qing had a good relationship and often did embroidery together. Su Mu would always be that troublemaker, but like her elder sister, Qingfeng was very tolerant and doting towards her. When she saw Qingfeng, Su Mu always felt that she was meeting her elder sister.