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

If you don't seek death, you won't die. This is an eternal truth that has existed since ancient times.

Unfortunately, Tao Yao realized it too late. When she finally understood this truth, the old man had already kicked her out of the clinic with a broom.

Perhaps it was the old man's kindness, or perhaps it was the divine mercy he believed in, but after mercilessly closing the door of the clinic, he opened the small window next to it and threw a large paper bag down, hitting Lu Che right on the head.

The blow left a huge dark blue bump on Lu Che's forehead.

Revenge! This is absolutely naked revenge!

Tao Yao sympathetically caressed the horn-like swelling on Lu Che's head and couldn't help shedding a few tears. "Oh my God! What kind of people are these? I knew we were definitely dealing with a psychopath today."

Lu Che recalled everything that had just happened in the clinic. Tao Yao had hugged him and said that they were future husband and wife...

Although he knew that this was just a lie told in a desperate situation to deceive the old man, Lu Che's heart, which had been frozen for many years, still trembled.

In comparison, Tao Yao was much more rational. While Lu Che was still lost in the farce that had just occurred, Tao Yao had already withdrawn from the farce and picked up the large paper bag to carefully examine its contents.

As soon as the seal of the paper bag was opened, Tao Yao's eyes lit up.

The bag was filled with valuable medicinal herbs such as Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, and deer antlers. Tao Yao held the bag in his hands and weighed it. It weighed a full twenty kilograms. If he took it to the market and sold it, he would definitely be able to exchange it for a lot of silver.

Tao Yao briefly flipped through the contents of the bag again and suddenly pulled out a piece of paper. On it were eight large characters, the ink still wet, clearly having been written just now: "Remember! You two are not a good match."

Tao Yao laughed dryly as she held the note in her palm, crumpled it into a ball, and then threw it to the side of the road while Lu Che wasn't paying attention.

Seeing her sly look, Lu Che asked curiously, "What else is in your bag?"

Tao Yao waved her hands hurriedly: "Huh? It's nothing, nothing, just some medicinal herbs."

Lu Che sighed and carried Tao Yao back to the car. He checked the wound on her foot again, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was fine.

The doctor just applied new medicine to Taoyao's wound and bandaged it with new gauze. The wound should not become inflamed and pus-filled again.

Tao Yao's hairpin fell off in the clinic, and she didn't have time to pick it up. Now her hair was scattered on her shoulders. Because the wind was strong today, her hair was blown here and there, which was very inconvenient.

Lu Che was attentive for once and took off the cloth rope he used to tie his sleeves and gave it to Tao Yao as a hair tie.

After being used to being alone for so many years, Lu Che only has a vague understanding of how to get along with others, let alone how to treat girls.

He just grabbed a handful of Tao Yao's hair and should have tied it into a ponytail for her skillfully, but when the strand of black hair fell into his palm, he suddenly felt a little at a loss.

Tao Yao's hair was very soft, as soft as an expensive piece of silk, fitting smoothly against the lines of his palm. It was also like a fragrant spring that would slip away from his palm if he wasn't careful.

Many years ago, he had also done a hair braid for a girl named Arnold. He still remembered that Arnold liked him to braid her hair into a pair of horn braids because her father praised her for looking her most energetic that way, like a wolf on a sand dune under the moonlight, majestic and imposing.

He remembered that Arnold's hair was as dense as the sphinx in the desert, not only abundant but also hard and prickly. He always had to steal some precious water from the kitchen water tank, not for any other purpose, just to wet Arnold's hard hair so that he could comb it and braid it.

Lu Che gradually focused his blurred vision on the soft strand of black hair in his hand. Suddenly, he felt a dryness in his throat, as if he was eating the unripe sea buckthorn fruit that Arnold had stuffed into his hand many years ago. It was sour and bitter and difficult to swallow.

Seeing him holding her hair for a long time without moving, Tao Yao felt a little strange and asked, "Lu Che, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Che suddenly woke up from a dream. He put her hair down again in a daze and shook his head, "Nothing."

Tao Yao took the cloth rope from his hand, tied her hair up, and said to herself, "This is weird. Could it be that I have been infected by Master Chu and become crazy too?"

Lu Che didn't say anything else. After Tao Yao tied her hair and put her straw hat back on, he pulled his own hat down a little lower and started pulling the cart forward without saying a word.

On the way back, Lu Che was depressed and didn't say a word.

As perceptive as Tao Yao, she had already noticed Lu Che's change in mood, so she explained with a bit of embarrassment, "Well, I'm sorry... Just now at the clinic, please don't mind me. I was thinking, could I use this explanation to trick the old man and get him to stop chasing you away..."

The wind on the banks of the Chishui River was so noisy that it hurt my ears.

Lu Che didn't turn around to answer her, but just kept pulling. The wind was so loud that Tao Yao couldn't hear anything he said.

"Uh, well...if you feel like I've taken advantage of you and you're really angry, you can yell at me all you want! I'm thick-skinned, so it won't matter. Do whatever you want..."

Before Tao Yao could continue, she suddenly felt a dull pain on her forehead, causing half of her body to freeze in place. It was Lu Che who bumped into her.

They were so close, their foreheads touching, their noses touching.

The wind on the banks of the Chishui River was so strong and cold that it blew my annoying hair in front of my eyes, making it messy and disheveled, blocking my vision and the possibility of sanity.

Lu Che ultimately didn't kiss her. He cupped Tao Yao's cheeks, his eyes filled with heartache. He brushed the windblown hair behind her ears, his movements gentle and warm, just like when they were little.

Tao Yao didn't have time to react to what happened. She rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit confused. The corner of her mouth twitched awkwardly. "Haha, now we all have horns on our foreheads."

It was a cold joke meant to ease the awkward atmosphere - the moment Tao Yao said it, she realized how blunt and deliberate this remark to change the subject was.

Lu Che also raised his hand to touch the bruised spot on her forehead where he had bumped her, but he quickly withdrew his hand in frustration and said calmly, "You misunderstood. I'm not angry. Say whatever you want."

Tao Yao was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant. What did "say whatever you want" mean?

"Oh, haha... I'm glad you don't mind, I'm glad you don't mind..." Tao Yao laughed dryly and tried to change the subject again: "Speaking of which, we can be considered to have made a profit this time. Not only did we get the medical treatment for free, but we also got a bag of precious medicinal herbs for free. What do you think this old man was thinking? Why is he so kind?"

Lu Che turned around and continued pulling the cart without saying anything else. The atmosphere returned to its previous dead silence.

Tao Yao could only complain in her heart that it was really unpleasant to work with a dull person like Lu Che.

She knew very well that there was no free lunch in the world. The old man treated her and gave her medicine for free, so there must be some hidden reason.

So, after returning to Uncle Tu's house with Lu Che and handing a bag of medicinal herbs to Uncle Tu, Tao Yao took Lu Che back to Qingshui Town.

He knocked on the clinic's door again.

It was already late at night, and the clinic was closed.

After Tao Yao knocked on the door persistently for nearly an incense stick of time, the door finally opened.

An angry face appeared behind the door.

"What are you knocking for? Don't you have eyes? I'm closed, closed!"