PFC Chapter 301: Low into the Dust
Chapter 301: Low into the Dust
Chapter 301: Low into the Dust
In order to avoid any accidents, the abbot asked the nun in Shaohua Temple to get some ginseng slices and put them under the tongue of the woman in pink.
Soon, she woke up slowly.
I suddenly found myself in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by people. I was a little surprised: "What happened to me?"
Seeing her wake up, Cheng Jintong hurried forward and took her hand, whispering: "It's all my fault. I almost hurt you."
She also didn't expect that after the handkerchief was blown away by the wind, she just shouted, and the other party actually risked his life to pick up the handkerchief for her... and almost caused a disaster.
Seeing her face filled with shame, Helmei hurriedly said, "This is what I should do... However, I clearly remember falling off the mountain, so where am I now?"
"This is a temple in Shaohua Temple. You were rescued by Weiyuan Hou." Cheng Jintong's maid told her everything that had just happened.
Hearing that she was saved by Mu Rong, Hermei quickly stood up and said, "Hermei, the maidservant, thank you for saving me, my Lord."
Because her hair was loose, when she bowed her head to thank him, her hair cascaded down from her shoulders, adding a touch of gentleness to her whole person.
Mu Rong looked at her without saying anything.
A nun had already brought warm water and washed Hermione's face.
Mu Rong looked at the abbot and said, "Now that the matter here is settled, I will return to the capital to report."
The abbot was about to answer when he heard Hermione on the couch coughing violently.
As the weather got warmer, the clothes people wore were not as heavy as in winter. Hermione was originally wearing a light pink dress today. Now she lay face down on the couch, coughing like a fallen leaf in the wind, and her snow-white undergarment was faintly visible at the collar.
When she raised her head again, there was still a trace of dark red blood at the corner of her mouth, making her look broken and beautiful.
"Ah! You're vomiting blood!" Cheng Jintong exclaimed, "Hurry and get a doctor!"
And everyone's attention was attracted to her again.
"There is no doctor on this mountain..." a nun whispered.
"What should I do?" Cheng Jintong was shocked.
The abbot was also nervous with her: This is someone close to Princess Lingxi. What should we do if something bad really happens in Shaohua Temple?
After much thought, I decided to send her down the mountain as soon as possible.
When she looked up, she met Mu Rong's gaze, and a plan came to her mind: "My Lord, you must return to the capital to report. Of course, I cannot delay. However... I have an unwelcome request..." Mu Rong raised his lips slightly: "Abbot, please speak."
"Although Miss Mei's life is not in danger for now, she still has internal injuries after falling off the cliff. Could you, Lord Marquis, please save her and send her back to the capital for treatment? After all... it's on the way."
"Oh?" Mu Rong sneered, "How come after I saved someone, I'm also responsible for their medical treatment?"
Hearing him say this, the abbot hurriedly said, "Your Excellency has misunderstood my intentions. The simple conditions in the nunnery are simply not enough to treat the patient. Besides, Miss Mei was in danger because she was trying to help others. That's why I wanted to ask Your Excellency for help. I wonder if Your Excellency agrees..."
"What if I disagree?"
Abbot: "..."
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Seeing this, Hermi hurriedly struggled to stand up, half-knelt on the couch, and said weakly, "Thank you, Abbot, for your consideration. However, I have always been tough, so this little injury won't be a big deal... Your Majesty saved my life, which is already a huge favor to me. I dare not trouble you again... Besides, I must have important matters to attend to in the capital, and I must not let them get delayed because of me."
She spoke in an extremely humble manner.
A slave from a foreign race, living by the princess's side, even though she was now frail and sick, she still cared about the abbot and Marquis Weiyuan. This instantly made all the pilgrims in the house feel pity for her.
Mu Rong saw it but said nothing.
On the contrary, a pilgrim on the side could not bear to watch and said, "Forget it. I originally came up the mountain to pray for my master today, but if I can help this Miss Mei, it will be considered as accumulating merit. I will take you back to Beijing for medical treatment."
Hermi was flattered and bowed her head to express her gratitude: "Thank you, Madam..."
Life is as small as a mosquito, be cautious.
This is what happens when someone who is used to being humble and occasionally receives kindness from others. If it were another man, he would probably have been tempted to protect her.
But who is Mu Rong...
He just stood there quietly.
But today, Hermei still has the demeanor of a strong woman from a good family.
Thinking back to the "live sex show" she and the deposed prince performed behind the rockery during the family dinner on New Year's Eve, she looked so unbridled and bold, as if she was not the same person today.
But today's good family demeanor actually made him feel a little interested.
"There's no need to trouble this lady. I'll just send her back to the capital." Mu Rong said.
"Huh?" Everyone was a little surprised. Didn't he just refuse? Why did he change his mind in just a moment?
Some people turned around in confusion, looked at Hermione's shy face, and understood. How many people could refuse this woman?
Cheng Jintong, however, looked at it for a long time and felt something was wrong: "My Lord has come here alone today. If he were to take Miss Mei down the mountain... I'm afraid it would be inappropriate. Why don't I go with you?"
Mu Rong squinted at her and said, "That's not necessary. Miss Cheng, you should think carefully about how to explain this to Old Minister Cheng when you return."
Cheng Jintong: "..."
The people in Shaohua Nunnery became busy again. There was a carriage in the nunnery, but the nuns were used to a simple life, so there was nothing decorated in the carriage. Now that Herme was to be sent to Beijing, some people had already started to make preparations, laying cushions in the carriage and filling it with tea.
After everything was ready, several strong nuns carried Herme down the mountain on a stretcher and put him on a carriage.
Mu Rong waited leisurely by the side from beginning to end, and only turned around and rode away when the carriage was ready.
At this time, Herme in the carriage tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand - what the princess said was indeed right, the marquis really did pity women like her.
Getting the protection of the Marquis was only the first step, a step that the princess had been trying to achieve for a long time but had not been able to achieve.
I think, with her means, it is not difficult for her to climb onto the Marquis' bed.
Thinking of Mu Rong's handsome back, how could a man of that demeanor be compared to the deposed prince and the men she had in the past!
This realization made her nervous and excited, and she couldn't help coughing violently again.
Mu Ronglema: "What's wrong?"
Hermione quickly lifted the curtain of the carriage. The violent coughing just now made her cheeks flush.
She lowered her head in shame, as if she had done something wrong: "It was my fault that I caught a cold and made you worry... You don't have to worry about me, just hurry on, I can handle it..." "Yes." Mu Rong responded and continued to ride forward.
After setting off again, Hermei always felt that the Marquis was moving a little slower than before.
Is it because of her...
This realization made her heart beat even faster.
The Marquis really likes women who flatter him.
Since he likes women's humbleness, then she can humble herself to the dust...
Herme lowered the curtains and the car was so quiet that it seemed as if no one was in it.