After the indigenous heroine was reborn, she went crazy and reorganized the plot line

Chapter 171 Missing

At noon, Rong Su, wearing an elegant blue dress and a small brocade bag with delicate embroidery and warm colors tied around her waist, walked briskly into the streets of Dongdu.

Although the streets are no longer as bustling as they used to be, they have gained a sense of solemnity and vitality.

Passing through the sparse crowd, his eyes finally fell on an inconspicuous medicine stall on the corner of the street. It was the temporary clinic set up by Prince Jin'an himself.

The aroma of medicine and mugwort intertwined and slowly permeated the air, bringing an indescribable sense of tranquility and peace to the gloomy capital.

Rong Su approached and saw several patients sitting or lying down. Although their faces looked haggard, their eyes flashed with a deep desire for life.

Shen Peiqing was wearing a black and blue robe. He stood tall and straight, bending over to listen to the whispers of an old man. His cold face now softened.

Beside him, several doctors were moving hurriedly but in an orderly manner.

Rong Su took a look and silently joined in this tense yet warm atmosphere.

When the people saw her coming, they greeted her.

She responded with a smile one by one until her eyes met Shen Peiqing's, those deep and tranquil black eyes. Their eyes met, as if time in this space had stopped for a moment.

An unspeakable emotion crossed their eyes, and in just a dozen seconds, Shen Peiqing withdrew his gaze first.

Seeing that the other party actually averted his gaze first, Rong Su suddenly felt as if a stone was blocking her chest and felt very uncomfortable.

Because Rong Su was sitting at the consultation table, the people lined up there consciously, in an orderly manner, and no one whispered.

Seeing this scene, Rong Su felt an indescribable sense of pride because her medical skills were recognized by everyone.

After taking the pulse and examining the symptoms of each patient, she found that their symptoms had improved and they were no longer in serious condition.

This shows that the epidemic has been brought under control and has not caused further casualties, which is a good thing.

"Your Highness. Thank you!"

An auntie gently held her hand and looked at her with tears of gratitude on her face.

Rong Su suddenly felt a little embarrassed and smiled: "No need to thank me. I just fulfilled my duties as a doctor."

Suddenly tears came out of the aunt's eyes.

The aunt's eyes gradually became moist, and her voice was trembling and choking with uncontrollable sobs. "If it weren't for you, Your Highness, who disregarded your own safety and personally tested the medicine and found a way to save us, I, my poor child, and this innocent grandson would probably have become the souls of the dead in this epidemic. You are our family's true adopted parent, and your kindness is as heavy as a mountain!"

As she spoke, she gently patted the sleeping child in her arms, her eyes filled with tenderness after surviving a disaster and endless gratitude to Rong Su.

The child's little face looked particularly holy and peaceful in the morning light, as if he was thanking Rong Su in his own way.

All around, the people's voices were gently intertwined, and every whisper contained gratitude to Rong Su.

Rong Su didn't know what to say for a moment, because she developed the prescription not to get praise from the people, but just to protect those around her from being harmed by the epidemic.

She was just selfish at first and was not at all as fearless as the aunt said.

I was just about to explain this beautiful misunderstanding.

Suddenly, a big warm hand reached out from beside her and gently pulled her arm. She was stunned, frowned and looked over, and was about to ask who was so bold.

But when he saw Shen Peiqing, he couldn't say anything.

Shen Peiqing looked at the people.

His voice was cool yet intimate, as he spoke leisurely, "My fellow villagers, Your Highness is not only a skilled doctor, but also compassionate. He disregarded his own safety to develop a prescription. Let us remember this kindness in our hearts and continue to fight the epidemic and overcome this difficult time together."

After saying that, he looked at her gently, his gentle eyes filled with warmth and respect that needed no words, as if whispering: Your efforts are seen and remembered by everyone.

Rong Su felt warm in her heart and didn't insist on explaining. Perhaps this was not a bad thing.

By the afternoon, many people had left the medicine stall and Rong Su helped the attendants pack up the herbs and some utensils.

She was about to reach out to move a chair when a big hand suddenly grabbed the chair. She looked over and saw that it was Shen Peiqing, and she became a little cold.

"I will do it myself."

But the other party showed no intention of letting go and held on tightly. Seeing this, Rong Su shouted at him angrily: "Shen Peiqing!"

He didn't feel anything when being called by his name. He looked at her quietly, then sighed and said, "Don't be angry if you said you would call me Ah Qing. I won't joke with you again."

Rong Su was caught off guard by the sudden show of goodwill.

Shen Peiqing's eyes were sincere. If the other party bowed to her, but she still cared about it, wouldn't it seem that she was narrow-minded?

Not wanting to be seen as a stingy person, Rong Su reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth: "I'm not angry, I forgot it a long time ago."

When Shen Peiqing heard her words, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and there was a bit of pampering and helplessness hidden in that smile.

His eyes fell gently on Rong Su's face. She turned her head slightly away, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if to declare: "I'm not that easily angered."

However, deep in those lively eyes, a hint of lingering anger and displeasure, mixed with a bit of cute anger, was inadvertently revealed.

He slowly approached, the two of them so close that they could almost feel each other's breath. Shen Peiqing's voice was low and rich, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness: "Okay, you are not angry. From now on, I will not make you angry again."

His doting and promises made Rong Su feel a little subtle for a moment, because it was an indescribable feeling.

As if her relationship with him was close enough to allow her to say such a thing?

Besides, why is he coming over here?

Rong Su pursed her lips, suddenly raised her head, glared at Shen Peiqing, as if to say, "I don't believe you, I'm very busy." Then she reached out and pushed him away, striding away from the stall.

As the sunset light shone on the street, she walked towards the princess's mansion step by step following the light.

Every time she met someone, that person would greet her warmly.

Some people even sent her sesame cakes, eggs, and all kinds of other things.

When she returned to the princess's mansion, her hands were filled with so many bags that she couldn't even carry them all.

Rong Su looked at the things in her hands and shook her head helplessly. At this time, Xiao Hei walked out of the house and saw that her hands were full of things.

"Ah, Your Highness! Why are you carrying things by yourself? Let me do it!" As he said that, he ran over to help her carry all the things away. Finally, her hands were freed and she shook her hands.

Xiao Hei looked at the pancakes, egg baskets, and sausages and cabbages and was puzzled. "Your Highness, if you want to buy some food, you can ask me to go to the market. You don't have to go out and buy it yourself."

Uh, it seems Xiao Hei misunderstood, Rong Su then said: "These were given to me by the people passing by on my way back."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Hei immediately realized what was happening and said in surprise, "That's what I told you. Even if Your Highness went to buy food, he would definitely bring someone with him. How could he possibly carry so many things on his own? It turns out these were all gifts from the people who are grateful to Your Highness!"

He was holding a bunch of things and talking a lot in her ear at the same time, chattering like a parrot.

Rong Su was very tired because she had seen quite a few patients today, so she would occasionally agree with Xiao Hei.

"Your Highness, please go and rest for a while. I will go and tell the cook in the kitchen to prepare dinner for Your Highness."

After saying that, Xiao Hei disappeared at the end of the corridor.

When she returned to the room, fatigue surged over her like a tide, and Rong Su could almost feel that every cell in her body was telling her of exhaustion.

She slowly took off her coat, walked to the bed, and lay down immediately. Her eyes seemed to be pressed by stones and she couldn't open them. She fell asleep unknowingly.

The moonlight shines through the window lattice and falls on the soft blanket, giving it a faint silver glow.

When she woke up from her sleep, she felt that her tiredness had eased a little, but her head was still a little cloudy.

I climbed up from the bed and sat on the edge of it. It was dark all around, with only the white moonlight pouring in through the window lattice.

I stared at the moonlight on the ground, emptying my mind and thinking of nothing.

Just when she was feeling comfortable with this moment of peace, suddenly, an anxious and panicked voice came from outside the door.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Hearing Ah Shui's voice, she raised her eyes and looked towards the door, then closed her eyes to ease the daze after sleeping.

She breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, opened the door, looked at the panicked Ah Shui, and asked calmly, "What's going on? Why are you so flustered?"

Ah Shui became anxious, his breathing became disordered, and he couldn't even speak clearly: "Your Highness, Your Highness, the young master is missing!"

Upon hearing the news, Rong Su was stunned, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he was struck by a thunderbolt, and all the fatigue in his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

She pursed her lips.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Her voice was soft but carried unquestionable majesty, and every syllable was cold and sharp.

Upon hearing this, Ah Shui's body trembled uncontrollably, tears glistening in his eyes. He repeated, "Your Highness, the Young Master... the Young Master is missing! We sent people to search the surrounding streets and alleys, but there's still no trace of the Young Master!"

how come!

There was no way Gu Yun could run out of the princess's mansion like that.

A thought suddenly popped into my mind.

Could it be that Rong Yingxin sent someone to capture Gu Yun?

Rong Su's face was cold, and she asked Ah Shui in a stern voice, "Gu Yun has been in the mansion all day, right?"

Ah Shui was frightened by Rong Su's expression and turned pale, but he still tried to calmly answer her: "Young Master...Young Master, just said that he wanted to go to the temple to worship, so I, I accompanied him."

Hearing this, Rong Su frowned slightly. Gu Yun went to the temple to worship. Thinking of his current state of mind, she thought he was probably praying for herself.

"And then? When did he disappear, and how? Tell me everything, in detail."

This intimidating tone made Ah Shui frightened. He was afraid that he had missed something, so he tried hard to recall.

"...The young master and I went to the temple. When he arrived, he asked the abbot for a meditation room. He said he wanted to worship alone to show his sincerity."

As Ah Shui observed Rong Su's increasingly solemn expression, he felt uneasy and trembled as he continued, "I saw that the temple wasn't very big, and I brought two guards with me. It should be fine for the young master to just stay in the meditation room, so I agreed."

She stared at Ah Shui coldly, and Ah Shui was frightened by her eyes and knelt down: "Your Highness, I promise that I was watching the door of the meditation room the whole time. I never saw the young master come out, but, but the young master just, just disappeared suddenly."

The voices became quieter and quieter, Rong Su's face became as dark as if a dark cloud was pressing down on him. Ah Shui's body was shaking, he didn't know how to speak anymore, his nerves were tense.

Rong Su's face was dark. She was not blaming A Shui, but because such a thing happened suddenly, she couldn't control her expression for a moment.

I thought, Gu Yun’s legs couldn’t walk, so how did he avoid the sight of A Shui and the guards and get out of the meditation room?

"Were you really staring at the door of the meditation room the entire time? Did Gu Yun really never come out of the meditation room? And are there any other entrances and exits to the meditation room besides that door?"

When Ah Shui heard this, he panicked and thought about it: "No, I checked the meditation room after the young master went in!"

There is no other entrance or exit, and it can be hidden from the guards' sight.

There must be something that I haven't noticed.

"Has anyone among them ever entered or left the Zen room?"

As if she had thought of something, Rong Su suddenly asked A Shui.

When Ah Shui mentioned this, his eyes widened as if he suddenly understood something. "I remember now! There was a monk who went in to deliver water. But he came out in the end. There was nothing unusual."

No exception?

Various possibilities flashed through Rong Su's mind quickly, and finally settled on the monk who delivered water.

In the moonlight, her eyes sparkled sharply, as if they could see through all secrets.

She turned around and walked quickly into the yard, each step appearing unusually calm.

Seeing this, A Shui quickly stood up and followed, feeling uneasy.

Rong Su stopped under an old locust tree, with its shadows swaying. She closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then opened them, and a light as cold as frost replaced her eyes.

"A Shui, go gather all the guards immediately. Let's go to the temple again. This time, I want to investigate personally."

Although her voice was soft, it carried an irresistible force that startled Ah Shui's heart and he quickly responded and left.

In order to avoid disturbing too many people, she took seven or eight people to the temple quietly.

Led by the young monk in the temple, she came to Gu Yun's real meditation room.

With the oil lamp lit, I looked around. The furnishings in the Zen room were very ordinary, with just a set of tables and chairs and a small window that was only wide enough for a child of five or six years old to enter and exit.

Gu Yun was too tall to get out through the window.

He glanced around and finally fixed his eyes on a painting of Buddha.

Squinting her eyes, she walked over, pointed at the painting, and asked, "Has this painting always been there?"

The young monk was suddenly asked about the painting. He was stunned for a while, then he touched his bald head and said a little confusedly: "I don't remember having this painting. When did it come here?"

After finding something wrong, Rong Su walked over and opened the portrait.

A small, somewhat invisible door was revealed behind the portrait.