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BLPSG Chapter 107 Extra

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Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng’s “opponents,” though only eleven or twelve years old, were absolutely “ruthless” when it came to splashing water.

 

In the blink of an eye, both their clothes and hair were completely soaked by the stream water.

 

Wen Qingci always remembered that he was the “big brother” to the young man beside him.

 

Whenever water came splashing toward them, he would stand on the stones, shielding Xie Bufeng behind him.

 

Because of this, he didn’t see that the usually stern-faced young man behind him had been smiling slightly the entire time.

 

Xie Bufeng rather liked this unfamiliar feeling of being valued and protected.

 

And he wanted even more to grow tall quickly, tall enough to shield Wen Qingci firmly behind his back.

 

By the time those two children were called away by their parents, the tips of Wen Qingci’s hair were dripping with water.

 

“Still trying to ambush us,” Wen Qingci’s voice brightened the quiet night sky, “these are all tricks we played with when we were little.”

 

The young man’s laughter came from behind Wen Qingci.

 

Light as the evening breeze that stirred their long hair.

 

Wen Qingci paused, unable to help smiling as he said: “Although it’s unfair to use our size advantage, and the victory isn’t honorable, it was fun.”

 

After speaking, he wiped his forehead with his sleeve and turned to look at Xie Bufeng.

 

The next moment, Wen Qingci’s smile suddenly froze on his face.

 

The black narrow-sleeved robe was completely soaked by the stream water, clinging to his body.

 

Wen Qingci suddenly remembered that the wound on the young man’s back… hadn’t fully healed yet.

 

Having practiced medicine for over ten years, he had always put patients first.

 

How could he have forgotten such an important matter today and made such a grave mistake?!

 

Wen Qingci’s heart sank heavily.

 

Self-reproach and regret swept over him in an instant.

 

The smile on his face vanished in a moment.

 

The stones by the stream had been polished smooth and round by the flowing water.

 

They would slide with the slightest step.

 

Seeing this, Xie Bufeng naturally reached out his hand, wanting to steady Wen Qingci.

 

But the other’s expression suddenly became extremely serious.

 

“Don’t move-” Wen Qingci pushed Xie Bufeng’s hand back and staggered quickly across the stones. Standing beside Xie Bufeng, he placed his hand on the young man’s collar.

 

A touch of soft coolness transmitted through the fabric to Xie Bufeng’s neck.

 

“…What’s wrong?” Xie Bufeng was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Wen Qingci was doing.

 

“Are you being silly?” Wen Qingci sniffled, looking up at him slightly and said, “The wound on your back hasn’t healed yet, it shouldn’t get wet.”

 

After a pause, Wen Qingci added: “I’m sorry… it’s all my fault. As a physician, not only did I forget you were still injured, but I even brought you to play in the water. Come on, take off your upper clothes first, let me see how the wound is. If it’s opened up, we must be careful with the scab, can’t let it stick to your clothes.”

 

His voice was hoarse, filled with genuine self-reproach.

 

Xie Bufeng didn’t know exactly how much older Wen Qingci was than him, only that he was in his early twenties.

 

In Wei Dynasty, most people of this age were already married.

 

But perhaps because he had been immersed in books since childhood, Wen Qingci still carried a strong youthful air, with a touch of childlike innocence.

 

“It’s fine, it’s not your fault. I carelessly forgot I was injured.” Xie Bufeng’s tone was calm.

 

He meant what he said sincerely.

 

Just as Wen Qingci had said at dinner tonight.

 

He had no sense of pain, and no concept of “being injured.”

 

When they were having the water fight earlier, Xie Bufeng didn’t consider himself an injured person at all.

 

Since he himself acted no different from normal people, naturally Wen Qingci was influenced and forgot Xie Bufeng’s status as a “patient.”

 

“Don’t comfort me,” Wen Qingci apparently wasn’t buying Xie Bufeng’s explanation, “come on, raise your arms and take off your outer robe.”

 

“…All right.”

 

Xie Bufeng could only obediently raise his arms, allowing Wen Qingci to remove his soaked outer robe.

 

He couldn’t see what Wen Qingci was doing, only feeling the slightly callused fingers of Wen Qingci slowly sliding across the scar on his back.

 

Even his breath… inadvertently fell gently on his skin.

 

Xie Bufeng unconsciously clenched his fists and held his breath, fearing that one careless move might disturb the person standing behind him.

 

“Does it hurt?” Wen Qingci’s voice was muffled, “The wound hasn’t reopened, but it’s still a bit pale,” he said.

 

Xie Bufeng naturally felt nothing, but worried that Wen Qingci might become suspicious, he paused before finally nodding and saying softly: “A little bit.”

 

“Hmm… fortunately it’s quite warm tonight, don’t put your clothes back on yet. When we get home, I’ll find one of my own clothes for you to change into,” he added, “don’t worry, though they’re old, they’re all washed very clean.”

 

Wen Qingci’s voice was still sad, seemingly still blaming himself.

 

Xie Bufeng couldn’t help saying again: “This is my problem, it has nothing to do with you.”

 

Wen Qingci carefully folded the young man’s clothes and held them in his hand. He shook his head and said: “I am a physician, I cannot make such mistakes.”

 

After speaking, he finally picked up the wooden basin and walked home side by side with Xie Bufeng.

 

The children by the stream had long gone.

 

Only the sound of their own footsteps remained in their ears.

 

The moonlight shone on the young man’s light honey-colored skin, outlining the contours of his muscles with unusual clarity.

 

The still-growing young man’s muscles were thin yet powerful, covering his body like a cheetah.

 

Wen Qingci accidentally glanced at him, then immediately averted his gaze.

 

In his nearly two decades of life, Xie Bufeng had never had the experience of comforting someone.

 

After a moment of silence, he finally managed to say: “Even sages make mistakes, how can ordinary people be perfect?”

 

Hearing this, Wen Qingci, who had been dejected the whole way, finally couldn’t help but laugh.

 

This young man surnamed Su often spoke in such a formal, literary manner, which sounded quite peculiar.

 

Seeing him laugh, Xie Bufeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

 

He looked at the person beside him, finally unable to hold back the question that had been lingering in his mind: “Qingci, have you ever thought about starting a family?”

 

After speaking, Xie Bufeng suddenly became nervous, and looked at Wen Qingci with slight anxiety, waiting for his answer.

 

“Starting a family?” Wen Qingci paused, slowly shaking his head, “I haven’t thought about it.”

 

If Consort Lan were here, she would certainly be surprised-her son, who had never shown interest in anything, was now pursuing this question relentlessly.

 

“Why not?”

 

“First establish a career, then start a family. I have a medical clinic to run, a small courtyard to build, and I still owe a lot of money. Where would I find time to think about starting a family?” Wen Qingci sighed softly, saying with some distress, “The lease for the clinic is for five years and will soon expire. The rent might increase next time… And part of the money for building the house at home was borrowed from Young Master Song.”

 

Just as Wen Qingci’s calculating on the abacus had made Xie Bufeng realize that one needed to bring money when visiting a doctor, hearing this now made him understand that Wen Qingci’s life was not easy either.

 

“Anyway,” Wen Qingci smiled, “why am I telling you all this?”

 

“You’re not financially comfortable.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Then why didn’t you insist on the medical fees from me?”

 

Wen Qingci smiled and said: “When traveling, anyone might encounter difficulties. In matters of life and death, why worry about such things?”

 

“Hmm…”

 

Xie Bufeng slowly lowered his head.

 

Wen Qingci cared a great deal about money-related matters; he would use the abacus almost daily, and the carriage he rented to return home was of the poorest quality.

 

Yet sometimes, Wen Qingci seemed not to care about money at all.

 

Not just for himself-the neighbors around him could also run tabs at his clinic.

 

The village path was quite long, and Wen Qingci couldn’t help but say a few more words to break the silence: “I wonder if young hero has quarreled with his family? If it’s not something serious, remember to go home early, don’t let your parents worry.”

 

Xie Bufeng gave a muffled “Mm.”

 

Not wanting to discuss family-related topics with Wen Qingci anymore, he returned to their previous subject: “Judging by his clothes, that Young Master Song doesn’t seem to lack money.”

 

Xie Bufeng was suggesting that Wen Qingci might not need to repay Song Junran.

 

As a prince, he only understood the concept of “bestowing rewards” and didn’t comprehend what it meant to “repay what you borrow.”

 

His words startled Wen Qingci.

 

“How could that be? No matter how much money Young Master Song has, it’s still his own,” Wen Qingci smiled and said, “I don’t like owing people favors.”

 

Song Junran helped Wen Qingci and frequently appeared in Shanyu Jian not only to find medicinal herbs, but also because he still hadn’t given up on bringing Wen Qingci into the valley.

 

However, Wen Qingci hadn’t told Xie Bufeng about this.

 

As they spoke, the two finally reached the doorway of the house.

 

Night in the mountain village came particularly early.

 

By the time they returned from their time at the stream, all the bedrooms had already extinguished their lights.

 

“What should we do…” Wen Qingci muttered softly.

 

Xie Bufeng asked: “What’s wrong?”

 

“I was thinking of finding Young Master Song to squeeze in with him tonight, but his room light is already out.”

 

“It’s fine.” Xie Bufeng didn’t even realize that he was slowly breathing a sigh of relief at that moment.

 

The Crown Prince, who had always disliked crowding together with others, said matter-of-factly: “Tonight we can just squeeze together.”

 

Xie Bufeng detested having people around him, and even more so the noisy thoughts in their minds.

 

…But in the days since they’d met, Xie Bufeng had never heard a single inner thought from Wen Qingci.

 

Beside Wen Qingci, he found a rare tranquility.

 

“Ah, I guess that’s our only option.” Wen Qingci nodded with some distress.

 

This was the first time in Xie Bufeng’s life that he would share a bed with someone.

 

After a long day and washing up, Wen Qingci quickly fell into dreamland.

 

But the young man lying at the edge of the bed didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy.

 

His earlobes were flushed light red, and his heart was beating exceptionally fast.

 

So fast that Xie Bufeng worried his heartbeat might wake the person beside him.

 

The night in Shanyu Jian was extremely quiet.

 

In Xie Bufeng’s ears, there was nothing but his own and Wen Qingci’s shallow breathing.

 

The young man lay stiffly on the bed, not daring to move even his fingers, afraid that he might accidentally touch the person beside him and disturb his sweet dreams.

 

After a long while, Xie Bufeng finally couldn’t help but hold his breath and slowly turn to his side.

 

Moonlight shone through the window onto Wen Qingci’s face.

 

Like a white veil, it gently covered his features.

 

The person beside him… was truly beautiful.

 

A breeze came, making the tree shadows sway.

 

The moonlight also began to dance lightly at this moment.

 

Disturbing those amber-clear eyes.

 

Xie Bufeng’s heart, at this moment, became as soft as the moonlight.

 

If only this night could be a little longer, just a little longer…

 

As he closed his eyes, unable to resist drowsiness, Xie Bufeng couldn’t help but greedily make a wish to the moonlight outside the window.

 

Author’s Note:

 

Meanwhile, Senior Brother was sound asleep.

 

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