sjar Chapter 381
Chapter 381
Chapter 381
That's why Mo Zhonggui hated her so much.
At that time, she was just a ten-year-old child. The old man Xingju taught her to practice medicine and heal the sick. She saw a person who was seriously poisoned and dying in the snow, begging her for help. Without thinking too much or finding out who it was, she went up to him and gave him the antidote.
She did it unintentionally, but what's done is done, and facts are facts.
Shen Lingjun felt cold and numb. She moved her dry lips, opened her mouth, and tried to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.
To defend herself? To say that she didn't know it was Fu Shi Yan at the time, let alone that he was Mo Zhong Gui's enemy?
What's the point of this?
Or should he apologize to Mo Zhonggui?
But whatever she said seemed weak and ineffective. How could such a matter be so easily dismissed with a simple apology?
In the end, Shen Lingjun was unable to say anything.
But then she remembered another problem.
How did Mo Zhonggui know that it was she who cured Fu Shiyan of the poison?
It couldn't have been Fu Shiyan who told the story himself, could it?
What if... what if it was actually a mistake, and the man she saved wasn't Fu Shiyan, but just someone else who happened to be poisoned by Yu Chen?
Clinging to a sliver of hope, Shen Lingjun cautiously asked, "Besides me, there were several other people in the martial arts world who could cure Yu Chen's poison at the time. How did you know it was me who saved Fu Shiyan?"
Although the possibility of this being a mistake is very small, and she is not trying to shirk responsibility, she really hopes that this is just a huge misunderstanding.
She didn't want to carry the burden of Mo Chonggui's hatred.
When Shen Lingjun asked about this, she was surprised to see Mo Zhonggui pause for a moment, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes, and his gaze even seemed to dart away.
He said coldly, "I saw it with my own eyes."
After he said that, Shen Lingjun remembered another memory.
She remembered that after she cured Fu Shiyan of his poison, she returned to her master's place and encountered a teenager while passing through the vast white snowfield.
The boy was dressed in rags, with disheveled hair, a dirty face, and a very thin build; she couldn't tell whether he was a boy or a girl.
The boy huddled behind a sheltered rock, shivering from the cold and looking very weak. His eyes were fixed on her, as if he would pounce on her and bite her throat if he had any strength left.
She was young then and didn't know that the boy's gaze was hatred. She just thought he was fierce and scary. Maybe he was too cold and hungry, which is why he stared at her with such a terrifying look.
She happened to have two osmanthus cakes in her pocket as a snack, so she took them out and gave them to the boy.
Eating something will warm you up.
The other person didn't answer, but didn't refuse either—they probably just didn't have the energy to speak.
She left the two osmanthus cakes with him and hurriedly returned to her master.
This was just a minor incident. Moreover, that year, there was a snow disaster in the north and south, with tens of thousands of victims. Everywhere there were refugees like this, suffering from hunger and cold. The boy was just one of the many that Shen Lingjun encountered.
So she quickly forgot about it and didn't have any particular impression of it at all.
I didn't remember it until now.
Shen Lingjun opened her eyes wide and looked at Mo Zhonggui in disbelief.
"Young man, the one I gave you two osmanthus cakes... was it you?!"