The Slender Waist-Chapter 42 - 35 The Eldest Brother Heals from His Injuries

Chapter 42: Chapter 35 The Eldest Brother Heals from His Injuries

Feng Yun lowered her gaze to the wound on Wen Xingsu’s body, took out a piece of dried meat from a small bag, and stuffed it into his mouth, "If it hurts, bite this."

Then she calmed her heart and slowly began to peel the clothes that had stuck to the wound.

This process was extraordinarily long, and her movements were gentle, but the gentler she was, the more torturous it felt to Wen Xingsu.

More than the pain, he found it harder to bear Feng Yun’s meticulous and gentle motions between his legs. That subconscious reaction, embarrassingly unavoidable, surged within him, carrying a shameful pleasure...

"Big brother, just hold on a little longer, it will be over soon, very soon," Feng Yun said when she saw him frowning and shutting his eyes tightly, as if enduring immense pain, making her hands tremble uncontrollably.

The more she wanted to hurry and tear it off, the more hesitant she became.

"Waist...waist..." Wen Xingsu’s lower back was numb, he gasped for air, his face covered with sweat, as the heat that rapidly rose from his lower abdomen threatened to melt him. Pain and pleasure mixed, yet he had to remain calm and not let his thoughts wander. It was difficult, so very difficult; he had never felt so troubled before.

"Don’t worry, big brother is not in pain," Wen Xingsu said with a hoarse voice, struggling, "Just use some force, in one go, just tear it off at once..."

Feng Yun glanced at his face.

Wen Xingsu was an old-fashioned and traditional man, deeply conservative at heart, hence even though customs had become liberal, he wouldn’t indulge in extravagant debauchery like those Noble Young Masters. Big brother was a beacon of integrity, a paragon of honesty and a model gentleman...

Unable to bear his suffering, Feng Yun decided it would be better to endure short-term pain than prolonged agony. She clenched her teeth, firmly held his leg, gripped the cloth stuck on his wound, and with a hard yank...

"Hmm..." A muffled moan with a nasal sound escaped Wen Xingsu.

Sweat also dripped down Feng Yun’s cheeks.

She had closed her eyes just now, pulling at the wound with great force, but Wen Xingsu paused momentarily and didn’t make a sound, his expression strange and peculiar.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Yun, focusing entirely on Wen Xingsu’s face and oblivious to the abnormality beneath his abdomen, thought he was in severe pain and quickly sprinkled antiseptic medicine on the wound.

"It doesn’t hurt..." Wen Xingsu gasped, with sweat pouring down his forehead, enduring not just the pain, but also a torment of being pulled between extremes, unable to react too strongly.

As Feng Yun sprinkled the medicinal powder on the wound and bandaged it, she took the opportunity to distract him with conversation, "Weren’t you supposed to be commanding troops in Xinzhou? How did you end up in Andu?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Wen Xingsu furrowed his brows slightly, "I came to pick you up... to take you home."

His concise sentence explained his purpose. He added, "Unexpectedly... I ran into the patrolling Northern Yong Army while crossing the river, and nearly lost my life..."

Feng Yun said, "That was too risky. How could you venture into Northern Yong Army’s territory alone?"

Wen Xingsu fell silent for a moment, "Not alone, I brought four guards. They... they were killed in action."

A jolt went through Feng Yun’s heart, and her eyes welled up.

Seeing her expression, Wen Xingsu remained silent for a while before saying, "Zicheng has just assumed his new post and is handling numerous affairs. With the upcoming battle preparations, he is temporarily unable to attend to your side...

Feng Yun laughed lightly, "Big brother doesn’t need to explain for him, nor worry about me being pitiful. I know very well what I am in Xiao San’s eyes, and what kind of person Xiao San is."

Wen Xingsu silently looked at her.

She was very calm, without the previous complaints and sadness when mentioning Xiao Cheng, speaking his name as if he were an insignificant stranger, and she had become much more composed, as though she had grown up overnight.

Wen Xingsu was somewhat astonished but did not ask further.

How could a seventeen-year-old girl, given to an enemy commander by her own father, maintain her previous innocence after facing such a humiliating situation...

"From now on, your brother will protect you," Wen Xingsu said with solemn seriousness.

"After returning to Qi Country, if you don’t want to go back to the Feng Family, then don’t. Just stay by your brother’s side."

Feng Yun smiled slightly.

If there had been such a day in her last life, upon seeing Wen Xingsu come to pick her up, she might have left everything behind without hesitation to leave Andu with him, returning to the homeland she yearned for day and night...

But now, she was no longer that Feng Yun.

"Big brother, I’m not going back," she said.

Wen Xingsu stared at her, puzzled, "If you don’t return to Qi Country, where can you go?"

Feng Yun replied, "Hasn’t big brother heard? I am now Pei Jue’s concubine. It’s only right for a concubine to follow her husband..."

Wen Xingsu’s eyes revealed a hint of pain, "You must not belittle yourself. You are the legitimate daughter of the youngest Feng Family house in Xuzhou, how can you become someone’s concubine? If father will not decide for you, then your eldest brother will. You are Xiao San’s legitimate wife..."

"Not anymore." Feng Yun calmly told him, "The day I left the city to surrender, I severed the father-daughter relationship with Feng Jingteng, and I have no further ties with the Feng Family of Xuzhou, so naturally, I do not have to marry into the Xiao Family!"

She laughed again, staring at Wen Xingsu.

"When is Feng Ying going to the Jingling Royal Residence? Have they set a date yet?"

Confronted with those clear, beautiful eyes, Wen Xingsu was at a loss for what to say.

He was certainly not unaware of the little schemes his mother and sister had, and although he did not agree with this matter, he had no way to influence the elders’ thoughts, especially since Xiao San’s intentions were unclear, leaving him in a difficult position...

"Yaoyao, your eldest brother has wronged you." Wen Xingsu was well aware of Feng Yun’s feelings for Xiao Cheng, and felt deeply remorseful.

"It was my choice, so my eldest brother has no debt to me."

Feng Yun looked at him with a hint of pity.

This foolish elder brother!

Feng Ying was not only relying on the power of the Feng Family, but also on his power.

The Feng Family had a voice in the imperial court, with Feng Jingyao, the head of the primary branch, serving as Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, and the second and third uncles being important officials in the court, which is why even the least promising youngest brother, Feng Jingteng, was made Prefectural Governor.

However, Nanqi had only been established for a little over twenty years and had changed emperors three times. There were constant external wars and internal conflicts among the noble families and royalty. As the adopted son of the Feng Family who could lead troops in battle, Wen Xingsu was a rare general talent in Nanqi, valued by all sides, and he and Feng Ying were biological siblings from the same mother.

Of course, Feng Yun did not plan to discuss this in front of Wen Xingsu.

Because whether Feng Ying married Xiao Cheng or not, she not only did not care, she would even take pleasure in it; such a scoundrel and a cheap woman deserved each other...

In her previous life, she did not know the ending for Xiao Cheng and Feng Ying.

This time, she wanted to see it with her own eyes.

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To prepare for the restoration of the farmlands, more than a dozen of Meiling’s subordinates stayed on the estate. Xing Bing was also there. When he saw a man covered in scars in Feng Yun’s small donkey cart, Xing Bing was startled.

"Young Miss, what happened here?"

Feng Yun gestured for him to bring the man inside.

"Tell the people on the estate that he is a wounded refugee I picked up out of pity."

Some of the retainers were originally servants brought from Tai City to Andu by Feng Jingteng, but considering the major changes that had occurred in Wen Xingsu over the years, they might not recognize him, so Feng Yun promptly sealed their mouths.

Xing Bing was puzzled but did not ask further.

After giving the orders, he stepped forward to help carry the man.

The jolting donkey cart had made Wen Xingsu feel dizzy, and his face turned deathly pale. Feng Yun had him carried to the bed to lie down, then had Xing Bing help him wash and change into a clean shirt. Only then did she personally head to the kitchen to prepare some food.

Wen Xingsu was wounded and needed nourishment. She collected two eggs and mixed in some white flour to make an egg pancake and then sent a servant to the pond to gather a few tender lotus root sections.

The lotus seeds were still flowering, and the lotus roots were not very big, but they were at their sweetest and most crisp. She washed and stir-fried them, then simmered a bone broth, creating a delicious meal.

As the sun grew higher, smoke from the cooking began to rise, and suddenly there was a clamor of horse hooves and shouting from outside.

"Shi’er Niang, the doctor has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yun told Xiaoman to watch the fire, then wiped her hands on her apron before stepping out of the kitchen.

Alou was speaking to someone by the main house, and he jumped when he unexpectedly saw Feng Yun emerge from the kitchen.

And Feng Yun, too, was taken aback.

Not only Alou was in the courtyard, but there were also Ao Qi and a large group of guards, completely blocking the estate’s entrance.

Among the crowd, there was the noticeably conspicuous Puyang Jiu.

Puyang Jiu had brought a medical attendant with him, carrying a medicine chest, walking in front of the guards with a smirk. His eyes swept over as if searching for something, and when they landed on Feng Yun at the kitchen doorway, he bowed slightly with a cupped fist salute...

"Young Miss, my respects to you..."