Chapter 18

The third aunt is the most senior servant in Youlong Castle, and all the big and small matters in daily life have to be arranged by her.

"The castle lord gets up at yin and goes to bed at chou."

Lu Shenxing rolled his eyes. He got up earlier than the chicken and slept later than the dog.

"Eleven, from today on, you will live in this Cuilin Garden and be responsible for the castle lord's daily life and cleaning." The third aunt's face was like dried orange peel. Her right eye was missing, leaving only the white of the eye. A deep scar ran from the right corner of her eye to her left ear, looking extremely hideous.

"We eat at Wanyuan Residence. No one is allowed to enter the study without the castle lord's permission."

Lu Shenxing put on a cautious expression and asked, "Third Aunt, what if I accidentally go in?"

The third aunt glared and said, "Then wait for death."

Lu Shenxing, “…”

"The fortress lord likes quietness," said the third aunt with a straight face. "If you can't control the root of your tongue, then you might as well cut it off."

Lu Shenxing twitched his lips lightly, he felt sorry for the ten people in front of him.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Third Aunt said sternly, "Dazing off is taboo here. The next time you do it, you might lose the thing around your neck."

"Third Aunt..." Lu Shenxing smiled, "You must have been very beautiful when you were young, like you came out of a painting."

The third aunt hummed and said in a slightly slower tone, "You are not very old, but you have a good eye."

Lu Shenxing rubbed her shoulders and said, "Third Aunt, I see this mountain is quite large. Apart from the study, is there any place that we can't go to?"

"The back mountain is a forbidden area. Don't think about things you shouldn't think about." Third Aunt said a few more words, "Stop your curiosity and serve the castle master honestly."

Lu Shenxing bowed and nodded as he sent his third aunt away. When he turned around, he was almost touching a handsome face.

Liuhuo, who had been standing behind him for some time, stopped talking and stared at Lu Shenxing with a look that could make people feel creepy.

The next moment he burst out laughing, "Hahahahahaha, Xiao Eleven, you must be scared."

Lu Shenxing left silently. I just want to be alone now.

Liuhuo touched his chin. It was rare for someone to not be scared to tears after seeing the Third Aunt. There had always been a rumor in Youlong Castle that the Third Aunt was scarier than a ghost. Even he would be scared to death sometimes.

A voice suddenly came from behind, "He doesn't look like he's thirteen or fourteen at all."

"It really doesn't look like that." Liuhuo turned his head and blinked at Weiyang. "Does he look like fifteen or sixteen?"

Wei Yang walked away, and Liu Huo followed her, "Maybe Xiao Shiyi is mature beyond his years."

"Stop smiling so playfully in front of me." Wei Yang kept walking, her red lips slightly parted. "If you see anything unusual, you can't stay."

Liuhuo suddenly smiled bitterly, it was so difficult to find a servant.

At three quarters past three in the morning the next day, before daybreak, Lu Shenxing rolled out of bed in agony, scratched his hair sleepily, and went to get dressed while yawning.

After Lu Shenxing finished packing, he got some water, knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom, only to see Shen Cheng sitting at the head of the bed, his dark hair disheveled, his clothes loose, revealing a small piece of white chest. When he saw him, there was no extra expression on his handsome face.

"Good morning, Lord."

Shen Cheng glanced at him and was speechless.

Lu Shenxing soaked the cloth in a basin, kneaded it until it was half dry, spread it out and handed it over.

Shen Cheng took it and wiped his face casually. After washing, he stood up straight, opened his arms, and nodded slightly.

Lu Shenxing didn't move at all. Shen Cheng didn't get angry or urge him, just maintaining his noble and arrogant demeanor.

"Lord of the Castle, do you want me to hold you?" A gleam flashed across Lu Shenxing's eyes, then quickly faded. He said with embarrassment, "I'm still young and can't hold you."

Shen Cheng's face, which was as still as a pool of stagnant water, finally showed a slight change, which was fleeting. He uttered two words from his lips, "Change clothes."

Lu Shenxing curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction from an angle where Shen Cheng couldn't see, and went over to get him clothes.

Looking up, Lu Shenxing's face instantly darkened due to the height difference. The moment he stood on tiptoe, he felt a collapse in his heart.

When tidying up Shen Cheng's front and collar, Lu Shenxing had to raise his feet higher and his face turned dark.

Shen Cheng knew that this child, who was only as tall as his chest, was very thoughtful, but he had no intention of asking or pursuing any of the questions.

Lu Shenxing, who had not yet adapted to his new identity, stood there idly for a few seconds, went over to shake the quilt, and roughly rolled it into a ball and put it in a corner.

They are all determined to die, so they probably don't have the energy to care about these details.

When combing Shen Cheng's hair, Lu Shenxing pulled out a strand and didn't react.

He pulled off four or five of them, secretly pinched his thigh, his eyes moist, and asked in fear and trepidation, "Lord, did I hurt you?"

Shen Cheng glanced at it indifferently, his eyes vaguely sweeping across the ball on the bed, and walked out.

What’s the difference between this and the walking dead? Lu Shenxing cursed irritably.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, Shen Cheng would sit alone in the back mountain for an hour every day after waking up, doing nothing but sitting quietly.

Standing at the bridgehead at the foot of the mountain, Lu Shenxing scratched his neck. Time was running out, so he had to find a way to attract Shen Cheng's attention and make him feel that there was still a reason to live.

The deep gray sky gradually turned white, layers of mist dissipated, and light red clouds gathered in the east like a market.

Lu Shenxing wiped the moisture off his face. Could it be that Shen Cheng was waiting for the sunrise?

"Lord, your hair is messy."

Hearing the footsteps, Lu Shenxing walked over attentively, reached out and gently gathered the hair on Shen Cheng's back in his hands to tidy it up, then looked up and grinned at him, "Alright."

Shen Cheng's expression was cold, without any change, and he remained indifferent.

Even though his heart was racing, Lu Shenxing had to keep smiling, and he had to be shy and nervous. Damn, he felt like vomiting blood.

When Lu Shenxing came to his senses, he was the only one left at the foot of the mountain.

Inside Wanyuanju, Liuhuo, who had been waiting there for a long time, saw Shen Cheng and stepped forward to greet him. He stretched his neck to look back, "Castle Master, where is Little Eleven?"

Shen Cheng glanced at him sideways, clearly asking who Xiao Eleven was?

"Your servant." Liuhuo looked incredulous. "Lord of the Castle, isn't he the one who helps you wash and brush your teeth? He's small, has round eyes, and is dark and thin."

Wei Yang, who had just picked up the bowl, twitched her lips when she heard that description.

Shen Cheng asked for the first time, "Why is it eleven?"

Liuhuo held his forehead and said, "Lord, because he is your eleventh servant."

Shen Cheng looked indifferent and stopped talking.

So, it's really gone? Liuhuo put down his chopsticks and was about to stand up when he saw a small figure passing by the window.

When someone came in, he looked up and down and asked, "Xiao Eleven, where have you been?"

Lu Shenxing glanced at Shen Cheng and walked towards him, "Protector Zuo, I'm lost."

Liuhuo obviously didn't believe it, he found that this child was full of secrets.

There was a fragrance wafting around his nose. Lu Shenxing stood with his head lowered, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart. He was just an honest and well-behaved child, and no one would pay attention to him for no reason.

"Lord, this place is dirty."

Liuhuo and Weiyang looked up when they heard the sound, and saw the child carefully removing a grain of porridge from the castle lord's sleeve, and they both felt a little strange.

They could tell that the child really cared about the castle lord.

Liuhuo showed a meaningful smile and said it directly.

Shen Cheng pretended not to hear and drank his porridge slowly.

The corner of Lu Shenxing's eye twitched. He was not only concerned, but he treated the person like an ancestor.

Every day after that, Lu Shenxing did all kinds of funny things while ensuring his own safety, and Shen Cheng never cared.

He felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

On October 18th, two days before Shen Cheng's suicide, Lu Shenxing was so anxious that his mouth was blistered. He first went to stay at his third aunt's place for a while, but got nothing, so he went to look for Hua Bo.

That old man was the miracle doctor Fang Hu. Apart from him, only Shen Cheng knew him.

Lu Shenxing tried to talk his way out of it a few times before but was never welcomed and was kicked out. Until one day he happened to see Hua Bo having an attack of his old illness and falling down in the medicine garden, he ran over and helped him up.

From then on, he came to visit every now and then. No matter how weird Hua Bo's temper was, he was still an old man and liked to have someone to talk to.

Hua Bo patted the bamboo basket and shook off the herbs stuck to it. "Eleven, are you listening? This black grass is a good thing. You better be careful and don't ruin it."

"I'm listening." Lu Shenxing touched his head, "Uncle Hua, I just saw the big pot in the room boiling."

"Hey! You kid, why didn't you tell me earlier? The herbs inside were hard to come by, they are so precious. If I don't pay attention to the heat, it will be ruined."

Hua Bo hurried into the house. Lu Shenxing took the opportunity to grab a handful of black grass from the bamboo basket on the ground and put it on his body, then returned to Cuizhu Garden as if nothing had happened.

At three quarters past midnight, Shen Cheng, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly felt dry mouth and tongue. He got up and poured a cup of cold tea. The heat subsided a little, and his half-closed eyelids suddenly opened, dark and cold. He closed them again and fell straight down.

The door was gently pushed open, and Lu Shenxing came in. He grabbed Shen Cheng's legs and dragged him to the bed. He put one of his arms on his shoulders, passed his hand under his armpit, pressed his five fingers tightly, and tried with all his strength to pull him up.

He still overestimated the strength of this body, and fell on Shen Cheng after just a few slight shakes.

"I've never served anyone like this in my life." Lu Shenxing looked down at Shen Cheng below him, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he lowered his head to bite his neck.

After licking the blood from his mouth, Lu Shen took off Shen Cheng's underwear and wrote seven big words on his leg with a brush.

I have been here for a visit.

I woke up to find bite marks on my neck, and those words were such a blatant insult and provocation. I shouldn't just ignore it.

The next day, before dawn, Liuhuo and Weiyang hurried to Cuizhu Garden, both of them with murderous intent.

"Lord of the Castle, someone broke in last night."

Wei Yang said in a deep voice, "In the entire martial arts world, only the owner of Yulin Tower can quietly avoid the formations and traps without being discovered by us."

"They simply don't take us seriously." Liuhuo said as he pulled out a white feather from his sleeve, his eyes flashing with excitement and bloodlust. "I have already given the order. Those who went to An□□ must act tonight. No one will be spared."

Lu Shenxing was just feeling happy that his plan had succeeded when he heard Shen Cheng say, "Cancel."

Liuhuo asked the same question as Lu Shenxing, "Why?"

Shen Cheng's slender fingers tapped the armrests of the chair one by one. His facial lines were cold and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

Lu Shenxing frowned. Why did he feel like Shen Cheng glanced at him just now? It must be an illusion.