Chapter 103
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Chapter 123 – Infuriated to the point of discarding all rational thoughts (9)
The large pool of blood on his chest was like an extremely beautiful decoration, gaudy and unpleasant to her eyes. It painfully stung her vision and left traces of moisture upon the rims of her eyes.
He tightly gripped Su Luo’s right hand. His joints used all its strength to press down. Just a little more and the strength of the grip could almost cut off her wrist.
Painful; it really was painful.
Su Luo pursed her lips. It was so agonizing that Su Luo felt as if his grip would tighten until all her veins burst. She lowered her head and looked down. She saw the color of her veins rapidly retreat leaving the skin blanched white. Nangong Liuyun’s grip was so tight that his fingers seem to have entered her flesh.
To use such strength.
Su Luo was in so much pain that she was completely numb.
However, her mouth was tightly closed, and she dared not speak a word, let alone to risk reminding him to release her hand.
Su Luo understood that right now he was in a lot of pain.
He was in so much pain that he had fainted, but he continued to suffer in agony.
The amount of pain he was currently enduring was greater than hers by thousands- no ten thousand times. And she knew she was the cause this evil that plagued him. How could she cry out and complain about pain in front of him?
If it could ease some of her guilt then she wished the pain would be even more fierce and severe.
Therefore her pure white wrist was almost squeezed until the bones shattered, and her entire body trembled from the agony, however she remained motionless. Her other hand steadily moved slowly, and little by little it wiped clean the jade-like skin on his face. She wiped away the large amount of cold sweat that were pouring out.
Whenever she finished cleaning off the current layer of sweat another layer would swiftly cover his face.
His jaw was tightly clenched, and his lower lip was being bitten until the blood slowly flowed down.
A trace of pain crossed Su Luo’s heart. Such thin, good-looking lips shaped to perfection. It’s such a pity to damage it…..without thinking Su Luo extended her finger to prop open his jaw.
Pain….in a split second Su Luo’s long, shapely eyebrows tensed, her body however was still fixed in place, motionless.
Only until this moment was she able to deeply feel how deep was his pain.
When Ling Feng entered, this was the exquisite scene that stood frozen in time for him to see.
He saw Su Luo’s hand that was blanched white from being squeezed, with wrist bones close to shattering, as well as her other hand that was bitten until it was dripping blood. A thread of astonishment flashed through the depths of his eyes, and it was followed by a clear understanding of what had really transpired.
Since the first time they met he had always been harsh, unreasonable, and critical of Su Luo. Her very appearance would cause his eyebrows to stand and furrow at her. However he no longer had the malice and the provocation as before. This was something that was spread afterwards.
When Ling Feng quietly retreated outside, he saw Xu San hastened over. Behind him followed an elderly man with white hair. Following closely at the heels of the elderly man was a small child with a medicine box.
A chill flashed through Ling Feng’s eyes, he grabbed Xu San the third’s s.h.i.+rt collar. "Where is the one with surname of Leng?"
Didn’t they go to invite the Advanced Apothecary Leng Yan? How come the person that came was not him?
Xu San’s entire face was pale, he felt sad and helpless. "Steward Xu stayed behind at Master Leng’s manor, but n.o.body even saw
Apothecary Zuo was an intermediate Apothecary, which was one level lower than Leng Yan. However now they could only invite him first to have a look, Steward Xu was still trying to think of ideas over at Leng manor.
After Apothecary Zuo entered, he checked his pulse, then meticulously and carefully examined him. He frowned, then said to Ling Feng and Su Luo. "This is too serious, this old man has not the slightest confidence of a cure. It’s better to invite Apothecary Leng over to take a look."
"If we were able to invite him over, why would we invite you!?" Ling Feng did not give him any face and immediately became angry.
His Highness Prince Jin’s injury almost drove him insane, like the roars of a trapped beast. At any time, he was prepared to pounce toward an enemy.
Apothecary Zuo was also a little helpless. Who told him that he would be so lacking in ability before the current situation?
Su Luo watched Nangong Liuyun continuously s.h.i.+vering on the bed, frowned and asked. "What would we need to invite that Apothecary Leng over here?"
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Chapter 124 – To adapt to one’s taste (1)
"Difficult, very difficult." Apothecary Zuo sighed. "Unless the treasure you gave could move Apothecary Leng’s heart, otherwise, based on how eccentric and proud Apothecary Leng is, he would definitely not personally help to save a life."
"Even His Majesty the emperor’s royal edict won’t work?" Su Luo frowned, the position of a Apothecary could reach such a height?
"Yes, even if His Majesty were to send an imperial edict, it still won’t be able to invite him. Afterall, Apothecary Leng is only the third Advanced Apothecaries to appear in the country of Eastern Ling." Apothecary Zuo stroked his beard, eyes filled with admiration.
Since Apothecaries were extremely rare, the royal family regarded Apothecaries as extremely important. They were even accorded with an unusually high degree of freedom.
You could even say that if an Apothecary wanted to serve the empire, they could just report their name and they would get a high post with a generous salary. A mountain of gold or silver, beautiful women and land grants, as long as their demands didn’t threaten the stability of the empire, they could simply name their price.
It could thus be seen, what kind of transcendent status an Apothecary had on this continent?
Su Luo stood up. She silently glanced at Nangong Liuyun and then turned her head to Ling Feng to say. " Looks like I have to personally make a trip to Leng manor, Nangong Liuyun will be in your care."
Ling Feng’s brows tightly knotted. "If Steward Xu could not invite him over, what kind of method could you have? It’s better that I go!" He turned around to leave.
If polite words can’t invite him over, how about being invited by force? Others may fear to offend Leng Yan but he, Ling Feng, was not afraid!
Su Luo stopped him, her expression was calm and collected. Her tone was very firm. "Believe in me, only I can invite him to come here."
Finished speaking she spoke to Apothecary Zuo. " I still need to further impose on Apothecary Zuo to lead the way. Time is limited, Apothecary Zuo, please."
Apothecary Zuo was curious about what kind of method this Miss had to be so confident and boast that she could invite Apothecary Leng to come. Therefore, he readily agreed.
Although Ling Feng did not approve, he also did not block Su Luo. After all, this was also a chance at hope.
If Su Luo was unable to invite him to come in the end, then he would stake his life and go, even if he had to kidnap Leng Yan to get him here. Who cared about his s.h.i.+tty advanced Apothecary t.i.tle!
Leng manor was located at a secluded place west of the city. It was close to the southern mountains, and there was no sign of human habitation. The surroundings were quiet, secluded and refined.
Su Luo got out of the horse carriage, when she saw the scene in front of her, she couldn’t help but frown slightly.
In front of Leng manor’s door was a wide open s.p.a.ce, but a lot of people now kneeled in that s.p.a.ce, like a sea of black. From a rough estimate, there were unexpectedly more than a hundred people.
What was even more shocking was that even with so many people kneeling on the ground, none of them were making a sound. Each and every one of them was like the sculptures in temples, motionless, without words, like a pile of wood.
At this moment, the dark red doors opened with a –creak– sound. From the door walked out a person in an embroidered robe, at one glance, you could tell he was a fair- and clear -skinned middle-aged man that lived like a prince. He had both hands clasped behind his back, as he arrogantly, slowly strolled out. He critically scanned the crowd of kneeling people.
Whenever he pa.s.sed in front of a person, the kneeling person would reverently raise up high the tray they were holding with both hands while bowing their heads. The red painted tray held the precious gift that they brought with them.
Some were medicinal herbs that were difficult to find, some were medical books, and some were pearls of jade and crystals. The only thing that was similar was that these stuff, without exception, were not ordinary goods.
However, this Steward of the Leng manor’s gaze was as cold as the manor’s namesake (1). He was haughty and picky. He directly walked pa.s.s three rows and still hadn’t seen anything he fancied.
The places he pa.s.sed, those people had difficulty covering up the despair in their eyes.
Since the Leng household Steward had no indication of being pleased, this told them that they had no chance….
While the Leng household Steward unhurriedly strolled among these people, he also indifferently sneered. " Trash, all of this is tras.h.!.+ How dare all of you bring these garbage here to fool our master? Ha ha, let me tell all of you, not a chance! Hurry up and scram!"
1) The Chinese character for Leng is cold in English. So the author is implying that the family’s last name of cold is appropriated to describe his manner.
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