Chapter 19

In the morning, Shen Cheng went to the study. Lu Shenxing leaned against the door as a door god, his heels scraping against the ground, his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts.

It was completely unexpected that Shen Cheng could tolerate what he did. If he had known earlier, he would have been more ruthless.

A cold voice came from inside, "Come in."

Lu Shenxing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

He adjusted his expression, raised the corners of his mouth, and adjusted it to the right level of gentleness and honesty before stepping in.

The study was neat and tidy, and was filled with the faint fragrance of canna, which blended into Lu Shenxing's breath. It was the smell of Shen Cheng's clothes.

There are many panels on the left and right sides, storing rows of books, and a table in the middle, nothing else.

Lu Shenxing stopped and said, "Fort Lord."

Turning a page of the book in his hand, Shen Cheng nodded without saying anything.

From morning till now, Lu Shenxing had not eaten anything. As time passed, his originally cautious gaze was gradually attracted by the plate of snacks on the table.

But it was his favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which was too tempting.

At this time, Shen Cheng stood up, seemingly looking for a book.

Lu Shenxing quickly took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it in a few gulps, and licked his lips as if nothing had happened.

After picking up a book, Shen Cheng sat back in his chair, as if he couldn't see the foam at the corner of Lu Shenxing's mouth. After a while, he put the book back to its original place, stopped there, and sorted the row of books from left to right.

Lu Shenxing ate piece after piece, and when the sweetness on his tongue was full, there was only one piece left on the plate.

It's too obvious, anyone with eyes can see it.

Lu Shenxing frowned, thinking about how to deal with it, when he heard Shen Cheng's voice, "Go down."

He felt relieved and turned away.

After the door closed, a faint sigh was heard from the study.

After lunch, Shen Cheng called Lu Shenxing to the study again. Just like in the morning, he read alone in silence.

Lu Shenxing touched the bubble on his mouth. Shen Cheng's behavior puzzled him. He called him here but he didn't say anything, not even a fart.

The scorching sun shone in from the window, engulfing every corner of the study, sweeping away the last bit of shade, and the floating air suddenly became stuffy.

Lu Shenxing raised his eyelids, trying to drive away the sleepiness that was coming.

The child lowered his head, with his back to the scattered sunlight. The soft afterglow enveloped his face, which looked tender and clear.

This is the scene that Shen Cheng saw.

There was a sudden crisp sound beside his ears, and Lu Shenxing immediately looked up and saw that Shen Cheng's teacup was empty. He took the teapot and said, "Lord of the Castle, I will go make tea."

The thin figure disappeared in the light and shadow. Shen Cheng looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the plate, picked up a piece, paused for a moment, and put it in his mouth.

His brows furrowed, it was so sweet.

Liuhuo's voice came from outside the door, "Lord of the Castle, I have noticed something strange about what happened last night."

Shen Cheng's eyes fixed, "Let's just leave this matter at that."

The murderous aura that followed those words made Liuhuo take a step back. His internal organs were hit, and he forced himself to swallow the blood in his mouth.

His guess was right; the castle lord was protecting someone.

Who could it be?

As the sun sets, Lu Shenxing walks absentmindedly behind Shen Cheng, the warm red afterglow stretching their shadows out very long.

"Lord, look at those flowers." Lu Shenxing made small talk, resisting the urge to slap himself to death, and forced a naive smile, "They're all in bloom."

Shen Cheng glanced at him indifferently, his purple sleeves fluttering.

Lu Shenxing watched a visual feast. The flowers seemed to be torn and pulled hard, and were pulled up one after another and gathered towards Shen Cheng.

After a moment, Shen Cheng handed over the flowers in his hand.

"..." Lu Shenxing twitched his lips and stretched out his hand, "The castle lord wants to grow these flowers?"

Shen Cheng glanced down, moved his fingers slightly, saw the petals on the child's head fall, and then he walked away.

Lu Shenxing, with a frown on his face, returned to Cuizhu Garden with a big bouquet of flowers under everyone's strange gazes, and found a big vase to put the flowers in.

"Lord, are you taking a bath?" Lu Shenxing stretched his neck and asked, "Do you need me to scrub your back?"

The hand holding the edge of the wooden barrel suddenly tightened, and Shen Cheng subconsciously waved his hand, causing water droplets to splash like knives. He suddenly thought of something and tried his best to forcibly retract the power that had been released.

Lu Shenxing only saw a blurry back before he was blown away by a terrifying gust of wind. Just before he lost consciousness, he seemed to touch a smooth texture.

He woke up in bed and saw Hua Bo muttering to himself, holding a tattered book.

Hearing the noise, Hua Bo shifted his gaze from the book to Lu Shenxing's face, "Eleven, you're finally awake."

Lu Shenxing propped himself up and said, "Uncle Hua, I can't die, right?"

"You're not going to die, you're not going to die." Hua Bo stroked his graying beard. "There are a few bruises on your back, but they'll heal in a few days. Did you get into a fight?"

"He was slapped by the castle lord." Lu Shenxing said with a smile, "I saw him bathing."

"The castle lord didn't even pursue the matter." Hua Bo's face was filled with disbelief, his eyes gleaming with reminiscence. "I can't quite remember how many years ago it happened. It was a child about your age who also barged in while the castle lord was bathing. Guess how he died?"

Lu Shenxing said nonchalantly, "Did he throw it into the mountains to feed the wolves?"

"No, he died of bleeding from all seven orifices." Hua Bo said with lingering fear, "The blood just gushed out, and it couldn't be stopped. It quickly dried up."

Lu Shenxing swallowed his saliva. Is the "Wind-Breaking Art" so scary?

He couldn't understand why Shen Cheng reacted so strongly. They were all men and they both had only one chick. What was there to be afraid of?

"What the castle lord cannot tolerate most is being disturbed while he's bathing. Everyone in Youlong Castle knows this." Hua Bo's cloudy eyes flashed with brilliance, but he couldn't see anything special about this child that would make the castle lord make an exception.

Lu Shenxing felt that he was lucky this time.

"Tsk tsk, I'm afraid the only place you can find Suiwu grass right now is Sanshi Mountain." Hua Bo pointed at the book with a skinny finger. "It's a good thing. Except for the castle lord, anyone who touches it will fall. If you take out a little bit, it will make those so-called righteous martial arts sects fight each other to the death."

Lu Shenxing turned his head instantly, his face livid as he shouted, "Didn't you say that no one has ever escaped Suiwucao?"

Hua Bo was stunned by the scolding. He curled his lips in grievance, "Eleven, Hua Bo is an old man, his memory is not good."

His temples were throbbing, and Lu Shenxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Uncle Hua, you've caused me so much trouble."