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The Azure Dragon applied medicine to the wound, evenly spreading it, then took off his own clothes to cover him. After that, he washed the clothes that Night Star could still wear in the river and hung them by the fire to dry.
By the next morning, Night Star finally showed signs of life. The first ray of light in the tunnel was not sunlight but the dampness of the shadows.
Night Star felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on him, crushing his chest with unbearable agony. It felt like millions of ants were frantically gnawing at him, and the humid air made his chest feel particularly uncomfortable.
He leaned against the wall to sit up and saw a man sitting with his back to him by the fire. In a hoarse voice, he called out, "Azure Dragon, what happened? Where is this?"
Night Star uncovered the cloth draped over him and discovered that thick bandages wrapped around his chest. He suddenly recalled what Dun Zhu had done to him, and a mix of emotions surged within him.
"General, you are awake," Azure Dragon turned around, his face showing joy as he quickly walked over to Night Star, handing him water with leaves as he approached.
"General, last night you were stabbed by that ungrateful woman. I saved you but didn’t dare bring you back to the camp. I was afraid that Li Qingfeng and Liu Vice General would take advantage of the situation and have ill intentions towards you."
"I'm not dead?" Night Star touched the spot on his chest where Dun Zhu's dagger had pierced deeply; he should have died from that wound.
Recalling the feeling of relief just before death and the reluctance he felt for Mo Xier, Night Star's heart sank slightly. He sensed an unprecedented sadness; his subconscious told him he did not want to die but wanted to live—for Mo Xier.
He did not understand what that feeling was, but it made him feel as though he bore a responsibility towards a woman.
"I..." Azure Dragon hesitated, blushing as he said, "I once obtained a Revival Pill by chance; it saved your life."
As Azure Dragon spoke, he pulled out a small porcelain bottle from another pocket. The bottle was exquisitely crafted, adorned with blue-and-white patterns.
Night Star was taken aback and slightly surprised. "Revival Pill?"
He reached out to take the small bottle, examining it carefully. A warm current flowed through him; that intense power instilled in him a firm resolve to live on. Gratitude shone in his handsome starry eyes as he said, "Azure Dragon, do you know there is no second one of these in this world?"
"Understood," Qinglong replied, lowering his head.
"How could you bear to use it for me?" Night Star murmured, his tone sounding like both a question and an exclamation.
Qinglong knelt on the ground, seriously and solemnly bowing his head to him. He said earnestly, "The general has treated me well. If the general is alive, I am alive; if the general falls, I fall. How could I dare to neglect the general and watch him suffer in dire straits?"
Night Star curled his lips, wanting to say something more, but suddenly began to cough violently, causing sharp pain in his chest.
Qinglong hurriedly stepped forward to pat his back. Night Star coughed intensely, his complexion shifting from pale to red, then from red to green, until blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"General, the conditions here are too poor. I am incompetent and cannot find any herbs that can heal you. We don't even have food. We should return to the main camp as soon as possible," Qinglong said with concern.
Night Star nodded and leaned against the wall to try to stand up. Unexpectedly, this tall man found he didn't even have the strength to rise.
Qinglong stood up and supported his arm firmly, saying, "General, I will carry you back."
Night Star forcefully pushed him away and waved his hand, retreating back to sit beside the wall. Weakly, he said, "Forget it. Let's rest for two days before going back.
As a general, I am heavily injured during wartime. If this news reaches the military camp, it would greatly diminish my soldiers' morale and boost the enemy's spirit."
"But Liu Vice General..." he lowered his head, wanting to say something more.
Night Star interjected sternly, "Take care of what you need to do."
His voice was very harsh, and Qinglong dared not speak again.
Night Star closed his eyes and smiled bitterly. No matter how many petty people were around him, as long as the emperor trusted him and believed in him, no one could shake his position.
Through three days of unbearable pain amidst the wind and rain, Night Star endured. During these three days, Qinglong could only do his utmost to care for his master and occasionally went out to catch some wild rabbits or pigs for them to eat.
They have water and fire, and can survive even in the harshest conditions.
Night Star began to show signs of improvement after a hearty meal; the fever had subsided, and the wounds had stopped bleeding.
Colleague Mo Xier was daydreaming in the palace. For some reason, her eyelids had been twitching lately. People say that the left eye twitches for wealth and the right eye for misfortune. Is it true?
Her right eye kept twitching incessantly, even when she was trying to sleep.
Why is this happening? Mo Xier murmured.
"Mo Xier, eat something!" Green Wisteria entered with a tray, placing a variety of dishes on the table.
Green Wisteria was graceful and elegant, dressed in a blue garment. She exuded an air of otherworldliness, seemingly free from desires, which made her appear even more ethereal at that moment.
Mo Xier rubbed her twitching eyelid, turned her back to walk to the table, and said emotionally, "Green Wisteria, let's eat together. We will always be good sisters from now on and never argue again."
They were still young, with a long road ahead of them. At this age, their youth was vibrant and full of energy; even a slight emotional trigger could lead to dramatic reactions. They needed to control themselves and cherish their beautiful friendship.
"Mm." Green Wisteria nodded earnestly as Mo Xier pulled her to sit at the table. She gently picked up her chopsticks and took some rice with a stir-fried vegetable dish.
Mo Xier grabbed a chicken leg and a golden spring roll from the table and put them in her mouth. After a while, she noticed something peculiar about Green Wisteria.
The girl across from her was eating slowly, only taking stir-fried greens with rice. Mo Xier took a closer look; there was no oil or meat in those greens, and they seemed to be just plain green vegetables without any seasoning.
"How strange! Even instant noodles need some oil," Mo Xier joked. "Green Wisteria, why are you only eating that? You look like you've been upset." She reached out to put a piece of chicken heart into Green Wisteria's bowl.
Green Wisteria quickly refused but couldn't resist Mo Xier's insistence and enthusiasm. In an instant, her bowl had an oily chicken heart added to it.
Green Wisteria sighed and put down her chopsticks. "Look at you! I told you not to give me any food, yet you still did." She was a bit angry, her cheeks turning as red as cherries.
Mo Xier pouted and said with some reluctance, "You really are taking kindness for foolishness. I'm just worried you might be malnourished; it's for your own good."
Green Wisteria glanced at her and then at the chicken hearts in her bowl, bursting into laughter as she said, "Mo Xi'er, have you forgotten? I'm a Buddhist! I eat vegetarian."
Shouldn't a Buddhist be cutting off worldly desires?
"Now look what you've done; I can't even eat this bowl of rice," Green Wisteria lightly complained, though there was no hint of reproach in her tone.
Mo Xier suddenly realized and reached over to scoop the greasy rice from Green Wisteria's bowl into her own, saying, "Then I'll eat all of this; you can have the clean half of the rice."
She added, "Honestly, you've severed ties with the mundane world, yet you still secretly harbor someone in your heart. Does your Buddha know about this? Being so picky about food."
Green Wisteria understood exactly what she meant, her cheeks flushing charmingly. The blue garment accentuated her fair and translucent skin, making her blush appear even more vivid, like a blooming Rhododendron.
Looking at her, Mo Xier felt as if she were gazing at a fairy descending from the heavens, gliding gracefully over clear waves, seemingly untouched by the mundane world and distant from the clamor of life.
From the rapidly developing 21st century to this ancient era, it was the first time she had encountered someone so ethereal.
Green Wisteria always gave off a sense of clarity and naturalness, without any pretense, her heart calm and serene.
If possible, she hoped this feeling would never be shattered in Green Wisteria's presence.
Her right eyelid continued to twitch uncontrollably as she rubbed her eyes filled with tears of emotion and said brightly, "Green Wisteria, you are truly wonderful. I know you brought all this delicious food for me." If it were up to her, she would probably have made more vegetarian dishes.
Green Wisteria smiled—a genuine smile. Strangely enough, all the envy and jealousy that had accumulated in her heart recently vanished. She suddenly felt a lightness in both body and mind; it was as if they were truly good sisters who could speak freely about anything. "As long as you like it."
Her voice was soft and gentle, but Mo Xier could clearly feel her kindness.
After dinner, as night fell, the two washed up and lay face to face on the bed chatting. Green Wisteria began sharing stories from her childhood.
Mo Xier talked to Green Wisteria about her hometown. She told Green Wisteria that she came from a very distant country, a place without war, oppression, where men and women are equal.
In that world, men could only marry one wife, love her, protect her, and never abandon her for life.
Of course, there were also immoral men who took mistresses, but if the rulers of the country found out, the consequences for those men would be quite severe.
Green Wisteria blinked her big eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and curiously asked, "What is a mistress?"
Mo Xier paused for a moment and explained, "Uh... it's a man who is unfaithful in love and marries a second wife; that's what we call a mistress."
"Oh!" Green Wisteria said thoughtfully, "Then wouldn't that be the second young mistress?"
Patting Green Wisteria's forehead, Mo Xier smiled with satisfaction and said, "You are indeed teachable."
"That's not strange! Why is it called a mistress instead of the second young mistress?" Green Wisteria asked without hesitation, fully embodying the spirit of inquiry.
"However, in our place, mistresses are greatly despised; they are destroyers of love and the third party. Such people deserve condemnation."
Mo Xier gritted her teeth. It was because of the third party that she had to rely on her mother since childhood and ended up living on the streets. "In the end, a mistress is just a mistress—a filthy product that destroys other people's families."
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