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Chapter 60 Scars
The eunuch understood everything very well by this point, and he almost stretched out his hand towards Lu Qing, palm facing up, waiting for his response.

But Lu Qing seemed to have not understood the hidden meaning of the guy's words at all, and even seemed not to hear the other person's words. He reached out to take the reins from the person beside him, jumped onto the horse nimbly, and gave the horse a kick. The horse trotted away.

Zhu Yu looked at the runes and talismans and mounted her horse in silence. It seemed that none of the master, servant or other three wanted to respond to the eunuch's knocking. So she also said nothing and hurriedly spurred her horse to follow him. She walked a long way and did not dare to look back to see if the eunuch had returned.

In the past, she had never dealt with people like eunuchs and had never even seen one.

My father, Zhu Bencheng, was just a prince. His status was not so noble that he had to keep a group of eunuchs serving in his mansion. Maids, old women and servants were enough for him.

On the other hand, the Shuo Kingdom admired strong and sturdy men. Even if they did not have good martial arts skills, they at least had to have strong arms, which could be used in blacksmithing or mining.

No one in Shuo Kingdom, from Zhu Cheng to the common people, would look at a person like the eunuch just now, who has a round body, thin limbs, white skin and no beard, and is neither male nor female.

A character who is not welcomed by everyone naturally cannot survive in that land.

However, even if he had never met him before, it didn't mean that Zhu Yu had no knowledge of people like eunuchs.

In her inherent cognition, these are a group of typical opportunistic villains. Although it cannot be said that all eunuchs have no sense of justice, it can only be said that those with sense of justice among eunuchs are rare, and from ancient times to the present, they cannot be counted on the fingers of ten fingers.

Needless to say, the rest are all opportunists. Not to mention righteousness, I'm afraid they can't even speak the word "loyalty". Relying on their close service to the king, they estimate the strengths and weaknesses of various forces in the court, and then try to gain benefits from them according to their own calculations.

It was hard to tell whether the eunuch's words and actions just now were biased towards Duke Yan's faction, but at least he did not dare to offend that side, and his words and deeds clearly showed that he was asking for a favor from Lu Qing.

Promising such a person good things may not necessarily bring good results, but not buying into his ideas will definitely be bad.

Zhu Yu looked at Lu Qing's back. He had gained a lot from following him into the palace today, and was filled with doubts.

The four of them wandered around for a long time before arriving at a secluded alley and entering a small courtyard. In the courtyard stood a carriage. Although it was not big, it looked very gorgeous.

Fu Wen skillfully harnessed the four horses to the front of the carriage. Lu Qing pulled Zhu Yu onto the carriage and found a long gauze hat from inside the carriage and put it on her.

Zhu Yu put on the veil and sat down. The white gauze just covered her whole body, so that her black tights could not be seen. She could also take off the leather mask on her face and get some fresh air.

While the runes were being used to harness the chariot, the talismans were also not idle.

He got a jar of wine from somewhere, took a sip in his mouth, and sprayed it on the curtain of the carriage. He repeated this several times, and the whole carriage was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

After dealing with these things, Fu Wen Fu Lu took off his black clothes, revealing the clothes that had been worn underneath. He sat on the black clothes as if it were a cushion, drove the carriage out of the courtyard, and headed towards Xiaoyao Palace.

It was already midnight. Although Jin State did not have a strict curfew, there would not be many people wandering outside at this time. The streets were empty and very quiet.

When they were halfway through their journey, a patrol of soldiers arrived from afar. The leader saw a carriage approaching and shouted, "Who is riding in that carriage? Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night?!"

No one said anything, and they drove the carriage forward. The soldier in the lead was about to open his mouth to scold him, but the person next to him laughed, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Why do you even need to ask? You've only been transferred here for a short time and haven't encountered this before, so naturally you don't know!"
In the capital, at this hour, the only person who can still ride around in such a beautiful carriage is our capital's Prince Xiaoyao!
I guess he's just come back from drinking some wine somewhere. If you don't believe me, smell it when the carriage passes by us! If it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol, I'd pay you a hundred bucks!"

As they were talking, the carriage had already arrived. As expected, there was a smell of alcohol. The leading soldier showed a bit of disdain on his face and curled his lips. The team no longer paid attention to the carriage and continued their night patrol.

It was only at this moment that Zhu Yu understood Fu Lu's intention of spraying wine on the carriage.

After a while, they arrived at the Xiaoyao Palace. The doorman had long been accustomed to the prince's unpredictable whereabouts and irregular comings and goings. He opened the door and let the carriage in, then closed the door and went back to sleep.

Zhu Yu had traveled at least a hundred miles and had gone through so much in the palace. He was exhausted both physically and mentally, but he had no desire to sleep at all.

After Lu Qing took off his outer robe and washed up, he sat on the couch and saw Zhu Yu sitting at the table looking at him. Her eyes were wide open, like a sitting cat.

"Madam, aren't you tired of all this trouble today?" Lu Qing could see Zhu Yu's intention, but he insisted on looking him up and down, raising his eyebrows and teasing, "Could it be that the moonlight is so alluring that Madam is coveting my beauty?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned the beauty, but this actually reminded Zhu Yu.

She stood up and walked straight towards Lu Qing. She reached out and pulled the collar of his shirt back, exposing a small part of his back.

Lu Qing was a little surprised at first, but when Zhu Yu pulled open his clothes to check his back, he understood.

Although he understood, he couldn't say it seriously: "I usually see that Madam is a steady person, why did she become so impatient after closing the door?"

Zhu Yu ignored him. She looked at Lu Qing's half-exposed back and was stunned for a moment.

Although Lu Qing was an adopted son, it was said that he had never had an old nanny to take care of him from childhood to adulthood, whether inside or outside the palace. In the early days, palace servants helped to look after him, and when he grew up, he was sent out to pray for blessings. He had been living in a Taoist temple and had never had a comfortable life of fine clothes and delicious food.

But even if we don't have fine clothes and delicious food, it shouldn't be so miserable, right?

Zhu Yu looked at the three intersecting scars on his back and was so surprised that he couldn't recover.

The three scars were of different lengths, the shortest was less than the width of a palm, and the longest was a foot long. It was obvious that they were old wounds that had existed for many years, but the raised scars after healing still told Zhu Yu two facts.

First, the wound was very deep at the time, perhaps so deep that the bone could be seen. Only a wound that is deep enough will leave such a scar.

Secondly, the scars became so knotty because Lu Qing did not receive proper treatment and care after he was injured.

Only when the wound repeatedly goes through the cycle of healing and scabbing and tearing and exuding, will the newly grown granulation tissue be able to grow wrapped around the sparse blood scab, eventually forming a prominent scar.

(End of this chapter)