Furong's Tribulation (2)
Elder Lan stared at Furong and said coldly, "Is that so?"
Furong looked panicked and didn't know what to do. Yue Qianchou answered first, "Yes, many disciples in the garden witnessed what just happened. Please don't blame my uncle, Elder Lan. I'll clean this place up in a bit."
Elder Lan looked at Yue Qianchou, his cold expression softening considerably. He said nothing more and turned to walk towards the inner garden.
"Elder Lan, please wait. This disciple has a request to make," Yue Qianchou called out.
"What is it?" Lan Bingxue turned around and asked.
Yue Qianchou bowed and said, "Uncle-Master Furong has injured both legs, with both thigh bones broken. This disciple would like to ask for some medicine." He knew that Lan Bingxue was actually the head steward of the Sang Cao Garden, so it was most appropriate to ask her for these things.
To everyone's surprise, she shook her head and said, "The Sang Cao Garden doesn't have this kind of medicine for injuries."
No? How could that be? Yue Qianchou was taken aback, then sighed and said, "Then this disciple will go and ask Ninth Aunt for help; perhaps she has some."
Lan Bingxue stretched out a hand and gently blocked his way, saying slowly, "I told you that there is no such medicine in the Sang Cao Garden. Non-Self not believe me?" A faint chill wafted out.
It's so cold! Yue Qianchou couldn't help but shiver, wondering what kind of kung fu this woman practiced. He now strongly suspected that Furong's leg was broken by her, otherwise, would it have been necessary to be so ruthless? No matter how low their cultivation level was, they were still fellow disciples.
Guessing is just guessing; I have no evidence, and Furong refuses to speak. Offending someone of this caliber is no good. I took a step back, distancing myself from the freezing cold, and politely bowed, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Lan. This disciple understands."
Lan Bingxue glanced coldly at the two of them, then turned and went back to the inner garden.
"Come on, I'll take you somewhere to heal your wounds," Yue Qianchou said through gritted teeth to Furong. There weren't many people in the entire Myriad Fragrance Garden whom he knew and could help with, so he thought of Elder Fei Denan, who was in charge of Myriad Fragrance Garden.
Furong shook her head and pleaded, "Please don't worry about me anymore, okay? Just move to the inner garden! I..." She bit her lip and stopped talking, as if she had said something she shouldn't have.
Yue Qianchou asked alertly, "What does this have to do with me moving to the inner garden? Did you injure your leg because I refused to move there?"
Furong frantically waved her hands, saying, "No, no, it's really not." Her unusual behavior aroused Yue Qianchou's suspicion even more, reminding him of something.
Some time ago, Yan Zixia had suggested that he move to the inner garden several times, but he refused each time. He knew that Yan Zixia liked him and wanted him to live in the inner garden so that they could meet anytime. However, he was worried that living in the inner garden would be inconvenient and that people would discover his secret. He also knew that Furong was very good at keeping secrets and could keep his frequent, innocent disappearances a secret. Therefore, he refused Yan Zixia and preferred to share a small room with Furong.
Could it be that because he and Furong lived together and refused to separate, it aroused Yan Zixia's jealousy, which resulted in trouble for Furong? These women are all very jealous creatures!
Yue Qianchou thought about it more and more and felt it was possible, so he tentatively asked, "Was your leg injured by Yan Zixia?"
Furong really didn't want to stand here and argue with him endlessly, so she cried out, "No." After saying that, she endured the pain in her leg and went to pick up the overturned bucket.
"Your face is ruined, and now you want to cripple your legs too!" Yue Qianchou shouted, kicking away the bucket she was trying to pick up, then scooping her up and running outside. Furong struggled constantly, even resorting to her fists.
Perhaps she was just too kind, as if she had no idea how to refuse others, or rather, how to hit someone. The force with which her fist hit Yue Qianchou was enough for him to completely ignore it.
Having wasted his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, Yue Qianchou and smiled bitterly. He didn't consider himself a good person, nor did he have an obligation to save lives, but as a man, he had to know what to do and what not to do, especially since she might have been implicated because of him. He'd just consider it doing a good deed and helping the weak!
A man carrying a woman and running in broad daylight was something that had never happened in Myriad Fragrance Garden before, attracting a lot of attention. As soon as they reached the main hall of Myriad Fragrance Garden, they were stopped by the guards.
"Let me go." Furong was still struggling, and Yue Qianchou was getting angry. He slapped her hard on the wriggling buttocks, and the person on his shoulder immediately quieted down. The two female disciples guarding the door were also a little dumbfounded.
Yue Qianchou, carrying the Human Path, said, "Disciple Yue Qianchou requests an audience with Elder Fei."
The female guard, seeing the two men burst in covered in dirt, was about to question them, but then hesitated, saying, "Wait a minute," and went inside to report. She returned shortly after and told him that Elder Fei had allowed him to enter.
After carrying Furong inside, they met Fei Denan standing in the main hall.
"Yue Qianchou, what are you doing?" Fei Denan asked curiously when he saw him carrying a person.
Because of what had happened before, Yue Qianchou had no good feelings towards him and was too lazy to be polite. He put down Furong, helped her sit on a chair, and then bowed and said, "Uncle Furong's leg was broken by someone. Please ask Elder Fei to heal her."
But he stared blankly at Furong, who was timid to begin with and dared not look up when he stared at her.
Yue Qianchou looked around. Did Fei Denan have a peculiar fetish for ugly women? No wonder Lan Bingxue was so beautiful, yet they had been separated for so long. The thought sent chills down his spine. He quickly bowed again and said, "I beg Elder Fei to heal Aunt Furong's injuries."
"Ah!" Fei Denan snapped out of his daze and asked anxiously, "Furong is injured? Where is she injured?"
"Both of his thigh bones were broken."
"What?" Fei Denan exclaimed, taking a few steps forward. He was about to reach out and lift the long skirt covering Furong's legs when she instinctively covered herself with her hands. Fei Denan paused, then remembered that she was a woman, and that it was a bit indecent to do so. He squatted down on the spot, placing his hands directly on Furong's knees, channeling his True Essence into her legs to examine the injuries.
A moment later, Fei Denan's face turned ashen. He slowly stood up and suddenly slammed his hand on the coffee table, shattering it with a loud bang. This startled Furong, who cowered in her chair.
Fei Denan's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving as he stared at Yue Qianchou and shouted, "Who did this?"
"Damn it! Why are you yelling at me? It wasn't me who did it." Yue Qianchou smiled bitterly, "I don't know either."
Fei Denan stared at Furong again, his expression becoming extremely kind, and said, "Tell me who did it?"
Furong stammered, "No... no, it was... it was my own fault that I fell."
Her words wouldn't fool Yue Qianchou, nor would they fool Fei Denan. The latter gritted his teeth and asked, "Was it Lan Bingxue who did it?"
Furong shook her head in fear. Yue Qianchou was surprised, seeing that Fei Denan's expression clearly indicated that Elder Lan was responsible, and what was even stranger was why he was so concerned about Furong.
"Elder Fei, she's timid. Why don't we heal her first, and ask her any questions later?" Yue Qianchou said.
To everyone's surprise Fei Denan pointed at him and cursed, "I don't need you to be a good person. What did I bring you to the Sang Cao Garden for? I wanted you to take care of her. How come you don't even know who did it to her, even though she's been injured like this? Useless!"
"I... uh..." Yue Qianchou pointed at himself, his mouth agape, speechless, his mind a jumble of thoughts.
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