She dreamt of her body floating in a world of vast whiteness. Everything around her was of white light. Slowly, Zhao Ling slitted her eyes open after regaining part of herself. Vaguely, she realized she was laying on a bed, surrounded by many people.
The Criminal Police Captain Yuan Lie, his assistant Xiao Ma, and the leading colleagues of the Forensic Department, they all surrounded him with a look of sadness. They had been wondering if she was dead or not.
She tried her best to fully open her eyes, but to no avail due to a sharp bust of headache. Suddenly, she felt something warm and cold in her mouth, and her mouth melted in a burst of mixed taste.
Then a warm airflow slowly spread from her chest to her whole body, soothing the restlessness in her heart, and calming her whole body. Also gradually clearing her foggy head, relieving her headache. Gruggilly, she opened her eyes and realized that she had been dreaming about the people surrounding her bed. She closed her eyes again as her body continued to recover.
After several minutes, Zhao Ling slowly opened her eyes, and the moonlight was like water, shining into the house through the window lattices. What caught her eyes was a jade-like cold and handsome face, staring gently at her. She stayed concentrated for a while, and realized that this face seemed a bit familiar, this is... King Xuan!
Zhao Ling blinked in disbelief. Was she still dreaming? But why did she had to dream of him? Could it be that she was beaten beyond her body limit and became insanely confused.
She blinked, reconfirming that the man in front of her was really the Lord Xuan himself, not her own obscenity. Slightly, she frowned, and asked puzzledly: "Why is King Xuan here?" This should be her own room, right?
Meng Yuan's cold and handsome face was a bit dark at this time. His deep black eyes looked at her, and his voice was consistently low and hoarse. "This king thought you were a clever person, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid. Could that girl have a better life than you?"
How did he know that she was blamed? Also, listening to the dissatisfaction in his tone, was he blaming her for helping Luzhu? It was a pity that Zhao Ling did not agree with the hierarchy of this world and era.
She said faintly. "In my eyes, everyone's life is the same. There is no distinction between high and low people."
"So, you would rather get twenty sticks yourself to save that girl's life? Did you know that these twenty sticks could have killed you?"
Meng Yuan clenched his fists with both hands. He tried his best to conceal his emotions as he was about to lose control. He gritted his teeth because he really wanted to break this woman's head to see what weird thoughts were inside.
The Dasheng Dynasty's hierarchical system was strict. The slaves and servants belonged to the lowest rank among the "untouchables". As the private property of princes, nobles and wealthy families, there was not only no personal freedom for them, but also no morals. Everything was punished by the master or in accordance with the process of the Slave Law. It was common for a large family to kill a few slaves with a stick.
Naturally, Meng Yuan could not understand Zhao Ling's saying that "everyone is equal". This woman, with unique ideas, weird behaviors, and courageous attitudes. Her first-hand post-mortem technique was comparable to Da Shengchao's best work. He never believed that a daughter of a national government with no gate could be so capable. But such a strange woman just made him interested and he couldn't stop it.
"What kind of person are you? How many secrets are you hiding in your body?" He asked softly. He seemed to seemed be asking Zhao Ling, and at the same time also talking to himself. A little puzzled look on his cold face.
Zhao Ling's instinct told her that this man must have known that she was Mo Xin, and it was by no means accidental that he came out to help her out the last time.
She met his gaze calmly. She stared at the man standing beside her bed before glancing at his nice legs, and said: "The secrets of King Xuan seemed to be quite a lot too."
Zhao Ling pictured Meng Yuan in wheelchair during the day, but moving around freely at night. She believed Meng Yuan situation would make people drop their jaw in shock if they knew. Maybe, he was only pretending to be paralyzed. He had to! She saw him standing on his two feet. All this was known to Zhao Ling now.
Meng Yuan was silent for a while. Then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he laughed at himself, his stern expression softened, "That's fair to say."
He put a small white porcelain bottle on her bed and said, "This medicine is good for your injuries. Take one a day. Remember to take it on time."
Before he could finish his words, before Zhao Ling could see clearly, he was already sideways, and he jumped out of the window. Between several ups and downs, he had already crossed the courtyard wall and disappeared.
Zhao Ling was dumbfounded. This man of great skill and agile body was sure to be the man in the wheelchair? If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, it would be impossible to imagine.
She struggled to sit up and leaned against the bed, picked up the small porcelain bottle left by Meng Yuan, opened it and looked at it. The bottle contained a few pills. The one she took in a semi-coma just now should be the same. It seemed that the effect of the medicine was really good.
After only such a while, she could already sit up.
At this moment, Mother Xu's footsteps came from outside. Zhao Ling was stunned. No wonder Meng Yuan left in a hurry. He should have heard the footsteps of Mother Xu. Could it be that the inferior prince in the legend was actually a master of martial arts, a hidden master?
"Miss, you're awake!" As soon as Mother Xu entered the door, she saw that Zhao Ling had already sat up and leaned against the bed.
"Yeah, mother Xu. Many thanks." Zhao Ling nodded in reply. Remembering that Lu Zhu had also been beaten, she asked. "How is Lu Zhu, how is she?"
Mother Xu wiped her tears and said. "Lu Zhu is also badly injured. At this moment, her whole body is hot. I think she has a fever."
"Have you seen the government doctor?" Zhao Ling asked, worriedly. She knew that the symptoms of fever could be severe or mild, and must be treated as soon as possible.
"This morning, I stopped by the doctor after seeing the young lady, but because I was a servant girl, the doctor did not take care of her. I have mixed a few medicines and it seemed to have no effect after drinking it." Mother answered truthfully. "That's how we servants and maids are. It's already for the eldest lady's face that the government doctor could come and see Luzhu."
Zhao Ling really said that she couldn't accept the behavior of treating human life like a grass in this era. She said to Mother Xu. "Mother Xu, just say that it was my order that the doctor must make every effort to diagnose and treat the green bamboo. If there is something wrong with the green bamboo, he won't have to work in the house anymore."
It was said that the doctor is kind, there should be no distinction between high and low in the heart of the doctor. Just like her, all corpses were equal to her.
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Meng Yuan flew down the sunken palace courtyard wall, and the guard Chang Dong appeared in front of him like a shadow. Chang Dong still had a paralyzed face, but his tone of voice was slightly emotional: "Master, you are like this... not good."
Meng Yuan ignored him and walked straight to a carriage parked on the side of the street. He lifted the curtain and drew in while spitting out a few words: "Go and call the owner of Yun Zhuang."
Looking at the back of the carriage leaving, Chang Dong silently looked up at the sky. What day was it now? It looked like it was going to be updated three times soon. Was it really okay to disturb Zhuang Yun's dream of death now? But the master's order could not be ignored. Chang Dong felt very tangled.
There was silence for a while, and he still felt more important to obey orders. If the master was angry, he couldn't bear it. As for the owner of Yun Zhuang, the big deal was that he should be more careful in the future, and not to be tricked by him.
Meng Yuan was leaning in the carriage. He closed his eyes and appeared to be thinking, looking lazy and sexy. Only he knew that, in fact, he was in terrible pain right now.
Just now, he forcibly used his Zhen Qi to walk, using light power. Now his two legs were like thousands of silver needles stabbing, and the pain was abnormal. However, he had become accustomed to physical pain. In the past seven years, on which day did he not spend it in pain?
But seeing Zhao Ling in a coma tonight, he felt that the pain in her body was far worse than the pain in her heart. The feeling of stroking the scar on her face still remained in his hand. For the first time, he really felt the rough texture. Thinking of how her delicate body could withstand the twenty sticks, Meng Yuan's heart felt as if it was being wrenched apart.
Those who dare to hurt him will bear the price of his anger.