Chapter 270 World Eleven (Eleven)

It was the plum rain season. Just as they found an inn to stay in Liangcheng, a continuous drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Bao Shan had never left the mountains, and upon arriving in Liangcheng, she was experiencing some discomfort with the climate. Furthermore, the damp rain had chilled her, leading to a fever. You Dongjun, though only skilled at exorcising demons and ghosts, was helpless against human ailments. You Dongjun summoned a doctor to examine Bao Shan. The doctor, a veteran of the practice, felt Bao Shan's pulse and a look of confusion crossed his face.

The doctor retreated outside the room and sighed softly, "The cold isn't a big deal. I'll just prescribe a few doses of medicine. Drink it while it's hot, and the fever will go away, and she'll be fine. But this girl is so old, and she's already suffering from so many illnesses. I'm afraid she won't live many years."

You Dongjun lowered his eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking.

He finished boiling the herbs and handed the steaming porcelain bowl to Baoshan. Because of the continuous drizzle, the windows in the room were closed, making the light seem particularly dim. Baoshan leaned gently on the bed, two soft pillows behind her.

Her cheeks were white and transparent, and her eyes and eyebrows revealed a hint of sadness.

Her slender fingers gently supported the bottom of the porcelain bowl, and Baoshan slightly opened her lips, gently sipping the yellow soup.

Perhaps because the yellow soup was too bitter, Baoshan covered her lips with a handkerchief and coughed softly twice.

She raised her beautiful eyes, looked at You Dongjun pitifully, and said, "Master, do you have any sweets on you?"

You Dongjun shook his head. He never carried food with him.

Bao Shan had no choice but to frown and drink up the yellow soup, leaving only a little herbal residue at the bottom of the porcelain bowl.

Bao Shan's porcelain-white face was filled with an expression of disgust. She suddenly said, "It's too stuffy in this room. Taoist priest, could you please open the window?"

You Dongjun did not move. He repeated the doctor's instructions in a calm voice, "You can't stand the wind."

Baoshan had no choice but to give up. She relaxed and let herself lie on the soft couch.

Baoshan's entire body was buried in the brocade quilt. She curled up like some kind of pitiful animal.

There is a grand banquet in Liangcheng today. It is said that it is to celebrate the birthday of the only son of Mr. Tan in the city. A large amount of money has been spent to invite a famous opera troupe and a group of jugglers to have fun with the people.

Gu Xiaoxiao is a person who loves to join in the fun, so of course she wants to go.

After much persuasion from her, You Dongjun finally gave in and went with her.

Baoshan was wearing a plain dress. The color of her face had eased somewhat after taking the medicine, but she was still pale.

She has a slender figure, like a willow branch that has just sprouted in spring. When she sways in the wind, she looks fragile and soft.

She said softly, "Master Dao and Miss Gu are going out?"

You Dongjun's face was calm, and he nodded gently: "Yes, let's go to the birthday party at Mr. Tan's house."

You Dongjun neither actively approached nor deliberately distanced himself from the excitement. Moreover, Gu Xiaoxiao, under the pretext of "entering the world," asked You Dongjun to go, so he had no reason to refuse.

But when You Dongjun looked at Bao Shan's weak appearance, he felt a hesitation he had never felt before.

——Was he too cruel to throw away the precious fan?

But Bao Shan was not angry. Her eyes were bright with longing, and she said timidly, "If I am well again, I will go with you."

Bao Shan murmured to herself, "Birthday banquet, I never thought that a banquet could be held on a birthday.

In the past, when I was at home and my brother had his birthday, my mother would cook him a bowl of longevity noodles and put two poached eggs in sugar water.

However, this is only available to my brother, and I have never had the chance to eat longevity noodles.

I imagine the birthday party for Young Master Tan will be very lively."

You Dongjun looked at that fragile face of Liuli, and his heart was slightly moved. He blurted out: "I will tell you when I come back."

Bao Shan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and her soft lips opened as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she only said, "Master, you treat me so well."

Tan Shaofu is one of the most influential people in Liangcheng.

Therefore, Mr. Tan's birthday banquet was not limited to the Tan family, but also to Liangcheng's restaurants and stalls. All the meals and drinks were charged to the Tan family's account.

The streets were bustling with people, and colorful lights hung under the eaves of every house, illuminating the roads brighter than daylight.

The people of Liangcheng all had smiles on their faces, except You Dongjun, who was walking among them.

You Dongjun was still wearing the gray Taoist robe, with a cold expression on his face. He carried a peach wood sword wrapped in indigo cloth on his back, attracting everyone's attention.

Gu Xiaoxiao was attracted by the juggler who could breathe fire, and pulled You Dongjun forward.

The juggler was seen with his upper body bare, revealing his muscular body, and his outer robe was wrapped around his waist, twisted into a shape like a pretzel.

He held a wooden stick the size of his arm in one hand and a porcelain bowl filled with sake in the other.

The juggler first held sake in his mouth and then spat it towards the wooden stick. In an instant, the stick began to burn with raging flames.

Gu Xiaoxiao cheered loudly and was about to take out some silver from her waist and throw it to the man.

Then I saw a man in a golden robe and black boots walking out of the crowd.

He was handsome, with a somewhat feminine look, and walked straight towards the juggler.

The juggler immediately greeted, "Mr. Tan!"

Only then did Gu Xiaoxiao realize that the man in luxurious clothes was Tan Qianfan, the son of Mr. Tan.

It is also because of Tan Qianfan that Liangcheng is so prosperous and bustling today.

Gu Xiaoxiao turned to You Dongjun and said, "He is actually Mr. Tan..."

But there was no sign of You Dongjun beside Gu Xiaoxiao.

You Dongjun stood under the stage, looking at the figure humming the humming sound.

You Dongjun didn't know how to play, he only heard what the people next to him said. The people on the stage were called Du Shiniang and Li Jia.

The story tells of a courtesan who mistakenly believes she has met her ideal husband and will escape her misery. However, she discovers that her husband is a heartless man, not the kindhearted man she had imagined. Instead, he is greedy and unfeeling. In a rage, Du Shiniang throws herself into the river.

"We are in love and stay together forever. I only hope that your heart is like mine."

The singers had clear and mournful voices; no wonder the Tan family had spent a large sum of money to invite this troupe.

But You Dongjun stood quietly in the audience without saying a word, only saying that he seemed to have heard a more beautiful voice.

Unlike the people on the stage who deliberately put on pitiful gestures, that person seemed to have gentleness and fragility embedded in his bones. He did not need to show weakness deliberately. Just a slight frown could move people's hearts.

Halfway through the play, they were driven off the stage by the angry troupe owner, who shouted, "We told you to sing The West Chamber, about Cui Yingying and Zhang Sheng.

Who was so bold as to change his name to Du Shiniang..."

On the stage, the setting was hurriedly changed, everyone changed their clothes, and the music became cheerful.

However, Tan Qianfan had already seen the scene where the song was performed incorrectly.

Anyone who sees the performance of the heartless man at the birthday party will feel depressed.

Tan Qianfan almost turned around and left, but when he passed by You Dongjun, he suddenly stopped.

Tan Qianfan's tone was full of curiosity: "Are you... a Taoist priest?"

You Dongjun nodded.

Tan Qianfan raised his eyebrows: "This is the first time I see a real Taoist priest. Hey, what are you carrying behind you?"

As Tan Qianfan spoke, he was about to reach out to touch her, but You Dongjun dodged sideways.

You Dongjun's eyes were cold, and he didn't show any special respect to Tan Qianfan just because he was a rich young man.

Tan Qianfan subconsciously withdrew his hand, feeling strange in his heart, because the Taoist robe worn by You Dongjun was clearly worn out.

But just one look made Tan Qianfan feel that he could not be approached.

Tan Qianfan flicked his palm lightly, his face full of disappointment: "I have seen all kinds of rare things, but I still want a rag bag like yours.

I don’t want to touch it, I don’t know what’s inside it, but before my palm even touches it, I feel a stinging pain…”

Upon hearing this, You Dongjun's eyes flashed with deep thought.

Tan Qianfan felt his spirits waned. Today was supposed to be his birthday party, but he hadn't performed the right play before, and then encountered a strange little Taoist priest.

Tan Qianfan was feeling depressed and decided not to go back to the Tan family. He turned around and went to the alley.

As soon as the wooden door opened, Tan Qianfan couldn't wait to hug the woman's waist, saying sweet words: "Miss me..."

The woman uttered a coquettish cry, causing Tan Qianfan to laugh.

He thought to himself: This is still his happy place.

When You Dongjun passed by a stall, he saw a small wooden figure on the table. The figure was about the size of a goose egg, narrow at the top and round at the bottom, and round all over.

The wood carving is painted with colors to form the eyebrows and eyes of the little man, and the face is a very deep crimson color, which looks very cute.

The vendor hurriedly said that this wooden sculpture could stand up again after being pushed down, which was very interesting. It would be perfect to buy it for young children at home to play with.

You Dongjun frowned slightly and said, "I don't have any children."

Seeing that You Dongjun was young and of marriageable age, the vendor said hurriedly, "It's suitable to use it to cheer up your sweetheart."

You Dongjun pursed his lips: "I am a Taoist priest, I don't have a sweetheart."

When the vendor heard this, he thought that the deal was gone.

But You Dongjun took out a few copper coins from his waist and placed them on the stall.

Among the many wood carvings, You Dongjun chose the one that looked the most shy, with slightly drooping eyelids but a bright rosy face.

You Dongjun returned to the inn and found Baoshan leaning against the window frame. She opened the window and stared at the lively scene in the distance with a dazed look.

Seeing You Dongjun come in, Baoshan stood up straight, her face full of panic. She lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, and said in a weak voice: "I... I..."

Baoshan wanted to lie and say that she had just stood by the window.

But Baoshan hesitated for a long time and didn't tell a single lie because she had been standing there for a long time.

I wanted to enjoy the cool breeze and see the bustling scene of Liangcheng.

Bao Shan said softly, "Master, I shouldn't have opened the window to let in the fresh air."

You Dongjun responded softly, walked forward and put the wooden carving into Baoshan's hand.

The wood carving wasn't big, but Bao Shan needed two snow-white hands to hold it tightly. Bao Shan gently stroked the wood carving and asked softly, "Is this... for me?"

"Yes. It looks a lot like you."

Baoshan looked at the red-faced wood carving and wondered how she resembled it.

But this wood carving is lovely, and it is the second gift Baoshan has received. The first one was the wedding dress given by the old woman when she married the mountain god.

Bao Shan tilted her head slightly and rubbed her cheek against the smooth wood carving. The delicate touch made Bao Shan very happy. Her voice was soft, and her beautiful eyes were full of water. "Master, I like it very much."

Baoshan looked up at You Dongjun timidly, and the earnestness in her eyes could not be ignored.

Even though Baoshan was not with You Dongjun, You Dongjun did not forget Baoshan's figure during the Tan family's birthday party and enjoyed the excitement alone.

On the contrary, because You Dongjun had to describe the grand banquet to Baoshan, he had to remember Baoshan's fragile figure all the time.