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TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: This novel is written by Qing Dong, and I am just translating in English only.
UPDATE TIME: Thursday, Friday, and Saturday
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NOTE: ●Xiao Nong uses 'it' to refer Zhong Yansheng here and even uses 'kid'
Xiao Nong's response was light and airy, as if it was natural.
The two secret guards squatting on the tree were stunned.
In addition to the good-for-nothing cousin, who can't hold up the wall with mud, when did the master have another younger brother?
We know he is thick-skinned, but why did the master agree to it?
Zhong Yansheng was still hesitant at first, but when he heard the response, he secretly confirmed in his heart that the person in front of him was the real young master whom he had never met before.
His eyes swept over the wheelchair under the other person's seat and the tulle on his eyes, and he felt mixed emotions.
He knew that the real young master was sick, but he didn't expect that he would be so seriously ill. Not only did he have to use a wheelchair, but his eyes also had problems and had to be covered with gauze to block the light.
Even so, in order to protect him, the Marquis of Huai'an and Madam Marquis let him stay alone in this courtyard.
His heart was so heavy that Zhong Yansheng couldn't lift his head due to the weight of guilt and shame. He bit his lip and suddenly couldn't utter the words he had prepared before coming.
Master Zhen recognized who he was at a glance.
At this time, saying that he is willing to leave the Marquis Mansion and return what is rightfully his... not to mention whether it is credible or not, it is too much like giving charity.
Zhong Yansheng thought to himself that if it were him, he would definitely not be happy.
His mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his chin, and something sharp and cold, like a poisonous snake, stuck to his chin.
Zhong Yansheng was stunned and raised his head, following the thing {sword}.
When he fell down just now, a few strands of his hair were scattered. The smooth black hair slid down along the movement, swayed over his porcelain-white cheeks, rubbed against the sword edge, and broke quietly.
Under the black hair, there is a face filtered by white gauze, which becomes more and more beautiful and dazzling.
Those eyes were dark, with a sense of transparency like glass. Because the ends of the eyes were smeared with red, they should have been thick and bright, but because the pupils were so clean, the strange contradictions merged, blooming with vigorous youthful vitality. .
Xiao Nong paused and slowly looked down, his eyes falling on the neck hidden under the collar.
The cold sword tip was pressed there, and light cyan veins were faintly visible under the thin skin, and blood would spurt out with a slight scratch.
Xiao Nong rested his elbow on the wheelchair, supported his chin, held the sword in one hand, casually picked Zhong Yansheng's chin with the tip of the sword, and made a brief comment.
Fragile. Movement is slow. Unresponsive.
Like a beautiful little bird with gorgeous feathers, it has no offensive power at all.
Who sent it?
After recalling the cry of the little bird below, he said casually: "Cry again."
It's a nice scream. If I hear it again, I'll kill him.
How many pieces should I cut him into?
Zhong Yansheng's long eyelashes trembled, his lips tightened, and breathing quickened.
Does this mean... that he is not welcome?
The secret guard in the dark was already silently preparing to get the cleaning tools, which was quite sad.
When the master has a headache, the calmer his expression becomes, the more irritable he feels. At such times, even they don't dare to stand up.
I don't know where this little beauty came from. If the master was in a good mood, maybe he could survive.
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhong Yansheng suddenly took a step forward and called out in a soft voice, "Brother?"
The sharp sword edge instantly left a very thin line of blood on the side of his neck, which was very dazzling on the mutton-fat skin. As long as the sword was passed forward, no matter how powerful the doctor was, he could not save Zhong Yunsheng.
At that moment, Xiao Nong smelled a strange aroma, vigorously emanating from the front. It was hazy, like the fragrance of moist flowers in the morning mist, and warmly entered the nose, soaking every inch of the senses.
When a headache attacks, in addition to the severe pain in his head, Xiao Nong's five senses are also tortured. Everything in the air is nauseating, and his blood vessels are flaming, but after smelling this breath, the strong and terrible discomfort actually subsided slightly.
Even if it only slows down a little, it is a great comfort.
The owner of that aura was still unaware. He only felt a slight sting on the side of his neck and tilted his head uncomfortably, completely exposing his thin white neck.
Such a white and thin section can be cut off with one hand.
Too stupid to realize that you almost died?
Xiao Nong narrowed his eyes and retracted his sword naturally. His tone was more natural than his movements: "What's your name?"
Ah?
Zhong Yansheng couldn't quite follow Xiao Nong's thinking, but he still opened his lips. When the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered that this name should belong to the real young master. It was really uncomfortable to say it in front of the real young master.
Zhong Yansheng whispered guiltily: "...Yuan Yuan."
He left Beijing when he was seven years old and grew up in the Suzhou area. He has a soft and waxy accent, like Wu Nong's soft language. Furthermore, he always speaks softly and has no temper. He sounds very well-behaved when he hears it.
Xiao Nong didn't really ask for Zhong Yansheng's name. A person who intended to sneak into another courtyard was no different from a dead person in his eyes, and there was no need to know that.
It's just that he grew up drinking the wind of Mobei. It was the first time he heard such a soft tune. He raised his fingers with interest: "Come here."
His movements were careless, almost like teasing a puppy.
Zhong Yansheng felt that this brother was weird, not the same as the poor little boy he imagined.
But considering everything he had gone through, he felt so guilty that he couldn't even think about it. He leaned forward obediently and said in a hesitant voice, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
He looked back at the flowers he had made a mess, and apologized, stumbling: "I also crushed your flowers."
As he got closer, the scent became stronger and lingered on his side, smelling very comfortable.
The intense, scorching, almost maddening pain in his head became less intense after being soothed by this vague and non-existent breath.
Xiao Nong's slightly frowning eyebrows relaxed silently, and the gloom in his eyes also dissipated a little. Just when he was about to speak, Zhong Yansheng spoke again eagerly: "Brother, are you in pain?"
Xiao Nong's eyes suddenly flashed with cold and bloody, murderous intent.
No one dared to ask such a question in front of him, because it was like exploring whether he was weak.
Xiao Nong has never been weak. He has been suffering from head problems for more than ten years. Now, even if he has a splitting headache that makes him want to roll on the ground and bang his head, he can still maintain his expression.
He said "Oh" softly, and his tone rose: "How can you tell?"
"Your hair is wet." Zhong Yansheng secretly observed Xiao Nong several times and noticed the slightly wet hair on the side of his neck. Worry naturally showed in his eyes, "Where are the doctors in your courtyard?"
It was rare for Xiao Nong to be unable to tell whether other people's worries were true or false.
After a moment of silence, he leaned back with a relaxed posture and said casually: "Run away."
Knowing that he had a terrible headache, he would disown all his relatives, who then run away in fear.
Zhong Yansheng didn't know the inside story. His eyes widened when he heard the sound, and he felt angry in his heart.
There are such people who follow the trend! Seeing the attitude of the Marquis Mansion, he was treated with such contempt!
But ultimately, it has something to do with yourself.
Zhong Yansheng has lived for eighteen years. For the first time, he felt that the two of them were not human beings. He bit his lip to suppress his anger: "I'll find a doctor for you!"
Seeing him suddenly leaving angrily, Xiao Nong was puzzled: "No need."
Zhong Yansheng's delicate eyebrows knitted: "Don't worry, I'll find a good doctor. You're in so much pain, we can't delay it any longer."
Xiao Nong felt funny for the first time, raised his eyebrows higher, and repeated: "I said, no need."
The secret guard who had prepared sweeping tools silently shrank back into the shadows.
The master always speaks his mind and hates being asked to repeat himself. Especially when he smiles, it means someone is going to be unlucky.
Is this little beauty going to be chopped off this time?
How many pieces should it be cut into?
It's hard to clean up.
Seeing Xiao Nong retort twice, Zhong Yansheng stopped and secretly speculated on his psychology.
Does he dislike strangers? According to the story, Master Zhen's life in that farmer's family was not very good. He was almost eaten during the famine and suffered a lot of misfortunes since he was a child.
After finally arriving in the capital, in this strange place, his relatives were not nice to him. It was normal for him to feel panic and fear and not like to meet strangers.
Zhong Yansheng felt very sad, and her attitude was cautious: "What should we do? Brother, where does it hurt? Can I help you?"
His tone was full of sincere concern, and his loud voice sounded nice, much better than the trash in the family who only caused trouble.
Like a beautiful little bird flying in from the window, its chirping is not noisy but clear and graceful, and it flaps its wings. Xiao Nong finds it interesting.
He rested his chin on the armrest, raised his index finger with his right hand, and tapped his temple.
Is it a headache?
Zhong Yansheng watched his movements and took a few steps forward.
It wasn't until he reached the wheelchair that Zhong Yansheng realized belatedly that the man in front of him had extremely long legs, broad shoulders and a straight back. He could be seen to be tall and slender. He could be covered in shadow when he stood up. Furthermore, he was obviously talking with his head raised, but his demeanor was still leisurely and calm, as if he was looking down at him with lowered eyes.
Even though his vision was blocked by the gauze, the gaze falling on him was still too strong to ignore.
The feeling of oppression is extremely strong.
In comparison, Zhong Yansheng standing in front of him looked so weak, as if he would fall over if the wind blew slightly.
Zhong Yansheng took a breath and her heartbeat skipped a beat.
He has a keen intuition like a small animal, and is good at distinguishing whether others have good intentions or bad intentions. So far, he has not sensed good intentions from the people in front of him.
He was actually a little afraid of this person.
But he still mustered up the courage to speak: "Brother, do you want me to pat your head?"
Mrs. Marquis often had headaches in the past, so Zhong Yansheng specially learned the technique of massaging her head from the doctor.
Press your head?
There was murderous intent in Xiao Nong's eyes under the gauze, but he responded: "Yes."
The secret guard in the dark perked up and kept an eye on Zhong Yansheng's movements. Even if he just raised his sleeves unnecessarily, he would immediately break his neck.
Dare you touch the master's head?
It's time to cut it off this time.
How many sections should be cut?
Isn't it going to be chopped into pieces? Then it will be harder to clean...
In the sight of all the secret guards, Zhong Yansheng walked around behind Xiao Nong, cautiously stretched out a few thin white fingers... and began to press his head diligently.
Xiao Nong: "..."
Secret guard: "..."
Unexpectedly, this little bird dared to make a move. After a moment of silence, Xiao Nong's shoulders slowly relaxed, his index finger rested on the armrest of the wheelchair, and he tapped his fingertips to signal the secret guard who was so nervous that he was about to rush out, to retreat.
The fingers that fell on the head were neither light nor heavy, but just right. The hazy aroma lingered around him, making him feel comfortable around his side.
Xiao Nong closed his eyes and found a rare moment of peace.
Zhong Yansheng wanted to say a few words for the Marquis Mansion, but the real young master didn't seem to want to talk about the Marquis Mansion at all. He was also having a headache, so what he said was a bit offensive.
It's quite annoying in itself.
Zhong Yansheng swallowed his words and pressed silently for a while, his hands began to feel sore.
Noticing that his movements had stopped, Xiao Nong opened his eyes displeased: "Why did you stop?"
Zhong Yansheng rubbed her wrists, aggrieved: "...My hands are sore, and I have no strength."
"It's no use."
How long has it been?
Zhong Yansheng was afraid that he would be angry, so he quickly coaxed him softly: "Brother, don't be angry. I'll take a break, okay?"
In fact, after a while, the headache had eased slightly. It was purely because of the strength of Zhong Yansheng's massage and the light breath on his body that it was very comfortable. Xiao Nong didn't let him stop. Seeing how obedient and innocent he was, my bad nature came out, and I wanted to bully him even more.
At this moment, Huang Ying's voice rang three times, which was a signal from the secret guard, and there was news.
Xiao Nong regretfully retracted his thoughts of teasing others, raised his left hand and made a gesture.
Zhong Yansheng opened his eyes wide and looked at him innocently: "?"
Xiao Nong: "?"
After confirming that he didn't understand, Xiao Nong was silent for a moment before speaking: "Back off."
After a pause, he felt that he might not understand, and then ordered: "Come back tomorrow to press my head."
Secret guard: "..."
Should I still kill him or not?
Zhong Yansheng's eyes lit up slightly.
Does this mean that he is allowed to come again next time? He thought he would be kicked out.
Unexpectedly, Master Zhen looked like he had a bad temper, but he was actually very easy to get along with!
Relationships cannot be established all at once, so taking your time is already a good start.
Zhong Yansheng thought to himself and smiled with his eyes bent: "Then I will come to see you tomorrow. You must remember to open the door for me, brother."
Even though this courtyard is so big, this is obviously just one of the remote courtyards. From where should I get out?
Zhong Yansheng looked back at the road, distressed. When he turned his head, he realized that a young man in black had appeared a few steps away. He stood there quietly, as if he had existed from the beginning, with an expressionless face. He looked at him carefully, saw him turning around, and made a "please" gesture, as if to show him the way.
It turns out that there are people waiting in this courtyard.
Zhong Yansheng nodded friendly to him and followed him. Before leaving, he turned around and waved vigorously: "Goodbye, brother!"
Yuan Yuan's back disappeared outside the moon cave door. Xiao Nong crossed his legs, picked up the sword again, and continued to wipe it. Without raising his head, he asked: "Where did it come from?"
"Go back to the master." The secret guard who walked out of the shadows knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and hesitated to speak, "These days, the aristocratic families in the capital have collected many beautiful young people and sent them here. This person is following Uncle An Ping today. The government's carriage came to the other courtyard, but I didn't expect to be so bold as to dare to cross the wall..."
After saying this, Xiao Nong understood.
Since he returned to the capital, all the aristocratic families, big and small, have tried to stuff people into his backyard. At first, they tried to stuff people into his backyard. After all failed, they started stuffing in men one after another, as if they suddenly realized it.
I don't know which bastard started the rumor, that made them think - His Highness Prince Ding is in his mid-twenties, but the back house is empty because his hobbies are different from those of ordinary people.
Or there is a hidden illness.
Xiao Nong made a "tsk" sound and leaned back, his state obviously relaxed a lot: "I seem to like men? It's ridiculous. If you find the person who spread the rumors, I will twist his neck into three pieces."
The secret guard did not dare to answer the question: "So, what does the master want?"
Is the one just now going to be killed?
Xiao Nong didn't think much about it and tapped the handrail with his fingertips: "Keep it."
It doesn't matter, even if that little bird is a disguised assassin, a little darling sent to seduce, I have never been afraid of these, let alone who sent him.
"Yes." The secret guard thought for a while, then asked cautiously, "The young master just called you brother, and you agreed, does it have anything to do with you? Do you need to check the Xiao family..."
"No." Xiao Nong replied decisively and said lazily, "There are so many people who want to call me brother. Isn't it justifiable for him to call me brother? I can just accept it."
Secret guard: "..."
Just be happy.
Xiao Nong thought about it again: "Don't you think it sounds nice to hear that kid calling me brother?"
Secret guard: "…………"
I do not think so.