The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 629

Chapter 629: 303 Counterattack (Second Update)

The little Daoist nun opened her eyes again and found herself lying on a sickbed in a medical hall.

She blinked for a moment, taking a while to remember that she had just fallen from a building.

She may have died from the fall.

The little Daoist nun closed her eyes.

Well, if she’s already dead, she might as well sleep.

"No!"

A defiant, youthful voice suddenly came from outside.

It was quickly followed by a low, magnetic voice," How about riding a horse? Do you want to ride a horse?"

What is this divinely attractive voice? And why is the tone so spoiling?

The little Daoist nun, captivated by these words, pushed back the blankets, got out of bed, and walked towards the window.

She saw a man in dark lightweight armor, lean and sturdy, with hair black as ink and eyebrows that curved into his temples. His facial features were deep and stern, his demeanor icy cold, yet his gaze at his companion held boundless tenderness and adoration.

This was exactly like General Fu from the stories.

Looking at the young man across from "General Fu," she saw him in a light blue robe, his figure slender, a hint of sickly pallor on his cheeks. His features were exquisite, beautiful like jade.

The most striking thing was his bad temperament and his dark, weird, heart!

The sickly pretty boy— Li Wang Yunting.

She had told them they were a match!

The sight of them together was beautiful beyond words!

The little Daoist nun stared at the two men under the tree, swallowing hard.

Crack—

The door was pushed open.

Dr. Song came in carrying a bowl of medicinal soup, "Eh? Miss, are you awake?"

"Shh—Quiet." The little Daoist nun was still staring intently at the two men in the courtyard.

Dr. Song curiously approached her, followed her gaze and laughed, "Oh, it’s the two young Gu master. Miss, do you want to thank them?"

"Huh?" The little Daoist nun frowned at him.

Dr. Song thought she didn’t hear him, so he repeated with a pleasant face, "Miss, do you want to thank the young Gu master?"

"The sentence before," the little Daoist nun replied.

"Uh..." Dr. Song thought for a while, and recalled uncertainly, "Oh, it’s the two young Gu master?"

"They’re brothers?"

"Yes, they are."

"Blood brothers?"

"Yes, they are."

"Oh," the little Daoist nun drooped her head.

Dr. Song was completely baffled.

Why did she suddenly look disappointed?

After checking her pulse and making her take her medicine, Dr. Song left. That’s when the little Daoist nun learned that she had been saved by Marquis Ding An’s heir, Gu Changqing.

She had met Gu Changqing before, but at that time, she didn’t bother to get a good look at him.

"Sister! Sister!"

Not long after Dr. Song left, Yuan Tong rushed in frantically.

"Sis, you are okay! I just went to buy a box of Osmanthus Cake and you vanished! I was so worried! Luckily, someone sent a letter saying you were in the medical hall next to the girls’ school!"

The note was sent by Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing only recognized her after he had rescued her.

Not that Gu Changqing remembered her face clearly from their last encounter, it’s just that it’d be hard to find a second little Daoist nun like her in all of Capital City.

The little Daoist nun sat down by the window, "I’m okay. Just took a little tumble from a building."

"How could you have fallen from a building?" Yuan Tong examined the little Daoist nun, pinching her face, then her arm, and legs, just to verify that she was indeed unharmed.

The little Daoist nun explained, "The room was stuffy, so I wanted to open the window for a bit of fresh air. Then my feet slipped, and I fell out of the window."

Yuan Tong angrily declared, "It must be their fault for not cleaning the floor properly, causing you to slip! I’ll go trouble the teahouse about this!"

The little Daoist nun shook her head, "Let it go, I was just being careless."

Just as Yuan Tong was about to ask her sister who it was that brought her to the medical hall, she was suddenly interrupted by an annoying voice.

"Barrel!"

Yuan Tong’s fingers clenched instantly as she glared coldly out the window.

Gu Chengfeng was standing brazenly outside the window, slowly crossing his arms and said, "Yo, it really is you!"

Yuan Tong gritted her teeth, "Bald hornet!"

Gu Chengfeng asked, "What are you doing here?"

Yuan Tong sneered, "Why do you care what I’m doing here?"