Chapter 643: Forget Worries

The Wushan slaves did not wait for the whipping, but for the fragrance of food.

A servant came in and put down porridge, steamed buns and vegetarian dishes.

The doctor said that the patient should eat something light after waking up.

Sanbao looked at the boy lying there quietly and motionless: "Hurry up and get up and eat."

The boy's nostrils flared as he smelled the fragrance of the food, almost making him hungry to death, but he still didn't move and glanced at Sanbao hesitantly.

"The master asked you to get up and eat, but you don't even listen to the master's orders?" Sanbao said with a stern face.

Wushan Nu then got down from the bed and walked to the table.

"Eat." Sanbao urged again.

Wushan Nu was extremely hungry. He picked up the porridge, gulped it down, and drank half of it.

"Slow down. You just woke up and can't eat so fast, otherwise your stomach won't be able to take it." Sanbao said hurriedly.

The boy paused.

Master... is worried about his health?

What's the point of having an stomach? For someone like him, it's a blessing to be alive.

However, his master's words still made him feel inexplicably warm, and his sluggish heart seemed to beat faster.

The boy was very obedient and drank it in small sips.

"Don't just drink porridge, there are also steamed buns and vegetables." Sanbao said.

The boy ate up all the food.

Not much food was prepared because when he was unconscious, he only drank a little water and did not eat anything. If he ate too much rashly, it would be bad for his stomach.

"Go lie down quickly." Sanbao said.

The boy obediently lay down on the bed and covered himself with the quilt.

"You should have a good rest. I will come to see you when I have time." Sanbao said.

The boy's eyes fell on Sanbao and followed her until she walked out of the room.

The closed door blocked his view.

After seeing Wushan Nu, Sanbao quickly walked towards the martial arts training ground.

She hurried as fast as she could and ran to the martial arts training ground, but still saw a slender red figure standing at the door.

Oh, she's late.

Sanbao hurried over and came to the front of the master.

Du Ye's flamboyant eyebrows were now gloomy.

Sanbao realized that the master was angry.

"Master~"

"Master~"

Sanbao called out twice, even trying to act like a spoiled child, but Du Ye didn't respond.

The master has always been strict with her, and she must be angry if she is late.

Sanbao admitted his mistake: "Master, I just went to see Wushan Nu, and he woke up, so I was delayed for some time. Master, I'm sorry, I won't be late again."

Sanbao's eyes were wide open, and his expression became more and more pitiful.

Suddenly, Du Ye turned and left.

Sanbao panicked. Did the Master ignore her? Was pretending to be pitiful useless? What should she do?

"What are you still standing there for? Come in and practice martial arts." Du Ye said coldly.

Sanbao suddenly came back to her senses. It turned out that her master was heading towards the martial arts training ground. She was really confused.

Sanbao, who had just been listless, immediately regained his spirits and hurriedly followed, following Du Ye like a dog, saying nice things to coax him.

"Little girl, where did you learn such a smooth talk?"

Du Ye snorted lightly, as if he was disgusted with her, but he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

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Two days later.

Wushan Nu recovered quickly. Two days later, all the wounds on his body had scabbed over, he could walk freely, and his complexion looked much better.

However, without new orders from his master, he remained in bed.

These past two days, he felt like he was in a dream. He had a soft bed to sleep on, delicious food to eat, clothes to wear, and no need to be beaten...

He couldn't help but pinch himself again. It hurt, so it wasn't a dream.

This is true.

The boy lay there obediently, staring at the door, as if expecting something.

In the past, the person he feared most was his master. He thought his master was a monster with a big mouth that would gnaw on his bones and devour him.

But the new master is different. The new master is like the moon goddess, shining with the light of the moon. He bathes in that light and feels warm.

He actually looked forward to the new master coming.

The door creaked open, and the boy looked at it without blinking, and saw the beautiful girl walk in.

There was a little light in those lifeless eyes.

Sanbao walked to the bed and looked at him.

"You look much better. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Sanbao asked.

The boy shook his head: "No..."

"What's your name?" Sanbao continued to ask.

Those people called him "lowly slave", "dog slave", "Wushan slave". He was a slave and did not deserve to have a name.

The young man shook his head: "Slave... has no name."

"How can a person not have a name?" Sanbao felt that the boy deserved a name. "Can I help you choose a name?"

Sanbao propped up his chin and looked into the boy's dark eyes. "Your eyes are as black as the Forget-Me-Not Stone. How about calling yourself 'Forget-Me-Not'?"

The boy's dull eyes gradually brightened up.

Wangyou, Wangyou, he now has a name.

Is he...alone?

"Thank you, Master." He said, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"This is Wuhou Mansion. There are no slaves here. You don't have to call yourself a slave. Just call yourself 'I'." Sanbao said.

Wangyou opened his mouth, but no sound came out and he couldn't say the word.

"I..." Sanbao said.

"I," Wangyou said in a dry voice, "thank you, Master."

"It must be boring to stay in the room all day. Let me take you out for a walk." Sanbao said, "Hurry up and put on your shoes."

Wangyou got up. There was a pair of shoes beside the bed. He always went barefoot, so he was not very familiar with putting on shoes.

My feet are wrapped in shoes and feel warm.

It was as if his body was enveloped in the radiance emitted by his master.

He put on his shoes and followed his new master out of the room.

He didn't dare look around, only looking at his master, following her closely.

When someone else approached, he couldn't help but become alert, tense like a frightened animal.

However, those people saluted their host and looked at him with friendly eyes, without any malice.

Wangyou's body gradually relaxed.

"Wangyou, where are you from? Are you from Wushan?" Sanbao asked.

Those people always called Wangyou "Wushan Slave", so she made a special effort to find out the origin of this name.

Wushan is a very mysterious mountain forest far away from Da Zhou.

It was said that many ancient tribes lived in the mountains and forests. Those ancient tribes possessed special powers, as well as unique customs and beliefs. They lived in seclusion, and outsiders would not offend them, thus maintaining peace.

However, some of the ancients, curious about the outside world, escaped, were deceived, and became slaves. The ancients considered them traitors and ignored them. These people were collectively known as "Wushan slaves."

Wangyou frowned, thought for a long time, then shook his head: "I... don't remember."

His memories were filled with dark and brutal beatings. At first, he thought about escaping, but because he was strong, those people put chains through his scapula and he couldn't resist. Gradually, he was frightened by the beatings, surrendered, and dared not escape.

He had changed many masters, but the young marquis was the one he feared the most.

Wangyou felt that he had forgotten something very important, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember it.