Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Tao Yao tried every possible means, using both reason and emotion, and finally persuaded Lu Che to calm down.

Uncle Tu raised a toast to Lu Che with tears in his eyes: "Brother, you are magnanimous and have great vision! I toast to you!"

Aunt Xing'er also raised her glass tenderly: "Thank you, little brother."

Even the elderly butcher's mother raised her cup tremblingly, using tea instead of wine to greet Lu Che.

Lu Che was used to being alone. He had been eating alone for so many years and had never known the etiquette of toasting at the dinner table. Seeing everyone at the table raising their glasses to him, he stood there in a daze for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Tao Yao immediately noticed Lu Che's embarrassment, grabbed the wine glass beside him, and toasted everyone one by one.

"He doesn't know how to drink, so I drink for him." Tao Yao said with a smile.

Lu Che looked at Tao Yao with a puzzled expression and retorted, "Who said I can't drink? I can drink."

After saying that, he immediately picked up the jar of liquor on the table, stood up, raised his head and drank it, gulping down most of it in one gulp.

When the wine jar was placed back on the table, Lu Che's face was flushed red. He raised his hand and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. With a fierce look in his eyes, he reiterated to everyone at the table, "I can drink."

"Okay, okay, you can drink it, you can drink it."

Tao Yao laughed dryly and pulled Lu Che back to his chair, muttering, "I'm just trying to give you a way out, you're such a straight-headed person."

Lu Che probably didn't understand what Tao Yao was talking about. He just knew that he was confused, so he lowered his head and buried his head in the bowl to eat.

Tao Yao then smiled and said, "Well, Uncle Tu, Aunt Xing'er, and Grandma Tu, please let Lu Che and I stay in your house for a while. If you need anything these days, just let us know. We'll pay and you'll do the hard work."

As soon as these words were spoken, the three people from the Tu family were like seeing a money tree, and their expressions immediately became even more tender.

"Oh, Xiaoshi, Xiaolu, as long as you don't mind that our house is shabby, you can stay here as long as you want." Aunt Xing'er smiled and immediately picked up another piece of greasy roast pork and put it in Taoyao's bowl.

After lunch, Lu Che offered to help wash the pots and dishes. Tao Yao was not mobile, so she moved a small stool and sat next to the stove to watch Lu Che busy himself.

After all, Lu Che is a martial artist, and he can even do tasks like washing pots and dishes efficiently and effectively.

Tao Yao watched with great interest and couldn't help but applaud and said in admiration: "Besides being a killer in Wuyan Pavilion, have you also worked as a dishwasher? You are so skilled..."

Lu Che immediately gave her a sharp look, turned around and looked around, making sure that Uncle Tu and Aunt Xing'er were not nearby. Then he whispered cautiously, "Don't talk about Wuyan Pavilion casually."

"Oh, I see." Tao Yao pouted and took out a sweet date that Uncle Tu had just stuffed into her pocket and ate it.

Lu Che hung the washed dishes on a wooden rack to drain. He glanced at Tao Yao's right foot, which was wrapped like a giant dumpling with bandages, and asked, "When was it injured?"

Tao Yao also looked at her feet, smiled indifferently, and said calmly: "It's okay, I accidentally hurt it while escaping, it's nothing serious."

"No problem?"

Lu Che's tone suddenly became a little anxious. He squatted down immediately, held Tao Yao's bandaged foot with both hands, looked left and right, and examined it carefully, with a frown on his face.

“Is this called unimpeded?”

"Hey! Let go! What's going on?"

Tao Yao screamed, quickly reaching out to knock Lu Che's hands away. But he seemed completely clueless about the etiquette of sex, stubbornly holding her injured foot, his face filled with worry.

At that moment, Aunt Xing'er heard the sound and hurried over holding a winter melon: "Little sister, what's wrong?!"

Seeing Lu Che holding Tao Yao's feet with both hands, Aunt Xing'er immediately covered her face with her hands and screamed, scolding in shame and anger: "Hey, you young people, if you want to be intimate, go inside!"

"Aunt Xing'er, he was just checking my wound..."

Tao Yao wanted to explain, but Aunt Xing'er ran away and even forgot to pick up the winter melon that fell on the ground.

Lu Che didn't care. He took out a small knife from his waist bag and patiently untied the bandage on Tao Yao's foot bit by bit.

"It's inflamed. You can't bandage it like this. It needs to be treated quickly."

After removing the last layer of gauze, both of them saw the hideous tooth marks left by the large iron clamp and about a dozen deep blood holes, which had turned black due to the blood stains left behind due to not being treated for a long time.

Lu Che's heart tightened as he watched. Tao Yao felt a little disgusted with herself and covered her nose with her hand. "Eh, the blood smells so strong and stinks."

Lu Che complained, "You're so badly injured, why are you so careless?"

Tao Yao laughed dryly and said, "There's nothing we can do about it."

"This wound is obvious at first glance. It was caused by a trap used to catch wild animals. You are such a grown man, and you can't even recognize this kind of trap?"

Lu Che's tone was a little anxious, and his eyes were red, perhaps because Tao Yao's injury was too serious, and it was possible that one of her legs was broken.

Tao Yao was too lazy to go through the whole story again, but couldn't stand his straightforwardness, so she explained, "It's not that I don't know, it's intentional. I must fall into this trap."

Lu Che finally understood something, lowered his head, and muttered, "You used a trap to evade the pursuers?"

Tao Yao nodded.

Lu Che wrinkled his nose, took a deep breath, then without saying a word, he pulled Tao Yao's arms onto his shoulders and carried her on his back.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Tao Yao was truly terrified. Lu Che had always been like this, doing everything without consulting anyone, always following his own will.

"Take you to the infirmary."

Tao Yao quickly grabbed Lu Che's hair, as if to rein him in, and whispered a warning in his ear, "What are you crazy about? Don't forget that we're being hunted. Apart from Uncle Tu's house, nowhere outside is safe."

Lu Che turned around and said seriously, "What are you afraid of? The most important thing is to get well first."

"Hey... listen to me..."

But Lu Che had no intention of listening to Tao Yao's advice. He carried Tao Yao on his back and walked straight to Uncle Tu's house. He knocked on the window and asked, "Uncle Tu, where is the nearest clinic?"

Uncle Tu raised the window and gestured with his hands, pointing Lu Che in a direction. "Follow the Chishui River and walk about five miles downstream. There's a town called Qingshui. There's a clinic in that town."

Hearing the words "Chishui River" (Red Water River), Tao Yao's heart was moved. The song she had heard in her dream was called "Chishui Jue" (Red Water Secret), and she had never expected that there was actually a river called "Chishui River" in reality.

Tao Yao smiled and asked Uncle Tu: "Uncle Tu, is the river in front of your house the Chishui River?"

Uncle Tu nodded and replied, "That's right. Miss, you're not from here, are you? You don't even know the Chishui River? People in our area all grew up drinking from the Chishui River. Even the emperor in the capital drinks from the same river as us common people."

Tao Yao seemed to understand something and smiled, "I see. Thank you, Uncle Tu. We'll be back soon."

Tao Yao had an injury on her foot, and carrying her on her back would likely aggravate the injury, so Lu Che borrowed a oxcart board from Uncle Tu, carried Tao Yao onto the board, and pulled the cart from the front.

As the two walked along the Chishui River's shore, the damp breeze blew their clothes and hair into a mess. Tao Yao looked at their reflections on the water, the wind blowing them like two funny pheasants, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Lu Che, however, was not in the same good mood as Tao Yao. He couldn't smile at all, and said in a muffled voice, "How disrespectful! You don't even worry about your legs and feet, and you still feel like laughing."

Tao Yao was still focused on the reflection on the water. At this time, the wind blew a strand of hair on Lu Che's head into a pigtail, so Tao Yao laughed even more happily, laughing non-stop.

Lu Che suddenly put down the car board in a huff, squatted down to check Tao Yao's injured foot again, and said seriously, "Stop laughing. You're swaying all over, and it'll make your foot hurt worse if it gets hurt again."

Seeing his gloomy face, Tao Yao felt very uncomfortable. She raised her hand and patted his shoulder vigorously, pretending to be impatient and said, "It's my own foot, I'm not worried, why are you so anxious? Don't worry, don't worry, isn't it a good thing to live? It won't kill you, look--"

Halfway through her speech, Tao Yao was about to show Lu Che how her legs and feet, now that her knee had recovered a little and were a little more flexible, were quickly held down by Lu Che, preventing her from moving.

"You're already so badly injured. Can you please take care of yourself and stop putting yourself in danger?"

Lu Che's face once again showed that inexplicable expression, as if he was holding back some hidden emotion. He stared at Tao Yao for a moment, then stood up to pull the cart, quickening his pace.