Chapter 11 011 "I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone this stupid."...

After locking the door, Jiang Ling'er composed herself before turning around. The first thing she saw was a money bag scattered all over the floor.

She paused slightly, wondering where he got the money to give to the waiter when she had clearly searched the little poisoner's body. Sure enough, that was the case.

It turns out that he had already stolen the waiter's money pouch without anyone noticing. Not only the waiter, but probably everyone who had just passed by in the lobby was also stolen.

Jiang Ling'er instinctively hugged the dirty clothes in her arms, her ten fingers, hidden beneath the clothes, gripping her arms so tightly that the veins on the back of her hands bulged. Her already pale face became even more bloodless.

She was right next to him, yet she... didn't notice anything.

"What are you standing there for? Come here."

A clear, cold voice rang out, just like its owner. Jiang Ling'er paused, then looked up—

A long, pale arm, as white as mutton fat jade, hung down on the edge of the bathtub. Jiang Ling'er was startled, her dirty clothes fell to the ground, and she quickly walked over.

The little poisonous creature revealed a small portion of its white, jade-like chest, its two arms hanging limply from the edge of the bathtub, its long, damp, dark hair sliding down to cover half of its beautiful face, its long, dense eyelashes like seaweed gently closed, and the half of its face that was exposed was as pale as snow, its head bowed and eyes closed in the bathtub.

Most importantly, a bucket of water that was still steaming turned black.

It doesn't seem like an injury from the backlash of the formation... Is it poisoning?

When did this happen?

How come she didn't know? Could it be that he was poisoned before he met her?

If it weren't for the faint warmth emanating from the flames on his body, one would have thought he was already dead.

Or is he... about to die?

Jiang Ling'er suddenly looked up, bent down, and reached her hand under the little poisonous creature's nose. Before her fingertips even touched it, she heard a cold voice:

"What did I tell you?" Those dark eyes suddenly snapped open. "Don't touch me."

His fingertips stopped abruptly, withdrew, and obediently tucked behind his back.

It wasn't like this outside just now. He had a sharp tongue and wouldn't let anyone off the hook. I thought he had recovered, but I didn't expect him to be like a frost-bitten pear blossom after closing the door. This person... really can endure.

She looks so much younger than her.

Jiang Ling'er pursed her lips before saying, "I thought you... didn't you ask me to serve you?"

The little poisoner glanced at her, then suddenly braced himself on the bathtub and was about to stand up when he saw Jiang Ling'er still standing there dumbfounded, her eyes wide open behind her messy hair, showing no sign of trying to hide anything.

The little poisoner's forehead vein throbbed: "Aren't you ashamed?"

Jiang Ling'er was stunned for a moment, looking confused: "What's there to be shy about?"

The little poisoner narrowed its eyes and scoffed, "Are you even a girl? What girl is so bold?"

Jiang Ling'er was even more confused: "Yes, that's me."

Little Poison: "..."

It's no wonder Jiang Ling'er was born as the young master of the world's number one escort agency, and the future chief escort of the world's number one escort agency. She had never done the work of serving people before, so naturally she didn't know how to serve people, let alone that it was the biggest taboo for a servant to look directly at his master. Not to mention that she called herself Xi Nu, a being even lower than ordinary servants.

It seems she knows nothing, yet dares to make such a boast, comparing herself to Xi Nu.

Ignorant and foolish.

As expected, the little poisoner's face showed anger, and she laughed in anger: "I forgot, you are not some virgin girl who has never experienced love. You are clearly a middle-aged woman who has been married for a long time, so naturally you don't know what shame is."

The phrase "a middle-aged woman" was spoken extremely slowly, almost as if savoring it.

What a sharp tongue.

In the past, she would have already been furious and slapped him, but now Jiang Ling'er's face was expressionless, and she looked at him calmly, waiting for his next instructions.

Little Poison: "..."

Seeing that she was still standing there like a wooden statue, as if a punch had landed on cotton, the little poisoner was silent for a moment. The veins on the backs of its two hands, which were gripping the edge of the bathtub, rose and fell like mountains. Finally, it gritted its teeth and shouted:

"Turn around!"

Jiang Ling'er paused, then obediently turned around.

Ah, so you wanted her to turn around.

Then...why didn't you say so sooner?

For some reason, Jiang Ling'er suddenly thought of Ji Yunshu. Perhaps it was the conversation in the corridor that had stirred up her emotions, or perhaps it was because they were both exceptionally handsome men, and at first glance, their facial features were somewhat similar. They were both the kind of handsome, elegant, and refined gentlemen, and even their awkward personalities were similar. It was something that could be said in a single sentence, but she had to guess.

What a stupid problem.

She muttered a curse to herself, then quickly shifted her attention. Her gaze was fixed on the money pouches on the ground, counting them three times. There were seven pouches in total, each one emptier than the last, probably holding less than ten copper coins in total. When her father was alive, he cursed heaven and earth, cursed the current emperor, cursed the corrupt and tyrannical officials, and how shamefully they exploited the people to pay tribute to the Jurchens! How could such a father… such a father be a lackey of the Jurchens?!

Absolutely not.

impossible!

His hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched into fists. His chest heaved for several moments before his eyes returned to their impassive blackness. Just then, the familiar voice finally came from behind him again:

"Turn around."

She stirred at the sound of his voice, pausing slightly upon seeing him. The little poisoner pulled a sheet over himself, his long, wet hair draped over his shoulders, soaking half the thin sheet. He leaned against the chaise longue, looking exhausted, weak, and weary. After washing away the mud, he looked even smaller, younger than Yuan Zao, appearing to be only about an adult, at least five or six years younger than her.

Jiang Ling'er's brows furrowed behind her messy hair, and upon closer inspection, it seemed that she was trembling, her thin lips turning bluish, and she looked extremely afraid of the cold.

It's still a sweltering summer day.

The little poisoner didn't look at her, but raised its chin at the bucket of strangely black water: "Pour out that water, don't let anyone else do it, and don't let anyone see it. Get a new bucket."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his bamboo flute and tapped it on her shoulders, one on each side. Suddenly, her long eyelashes trembled, and two clusters of dark blue light were reflected in her eyes. It was as if a cluster of dark blue flames had ignited on each of her shoulders!

Although faint, like the flickering candle on the top of her head, it cannot be ignored!

She felt her frozen blood begin to flow and boil!

The little poisonous creature glanced at her bewildered yet delighted face, a smile playing on its lips. It twirled its bamboo flute, then tapped her forehead with a smile both dazzling and cruel.

"Hurry up, or the fire will go out... and I won't be responsible if you die on the way."

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After changing ten buckets of water, the water that had been poured into the backyard finally returned to its clear state, and the weeds that had been irrigated with black water earlier all withered.

Jiang Ling'er wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, stared at the withered weeds for a while, and suddenly realized why Gao Yang called him "Little Poison."

She had never seen such potent toxicity in her life.

If the poison was recent, even a Great Immortal would have died long ago. Therefore, it can only be…

It came from him.

Jiang Ling'er murmured, "This person is poisoned from head to toe."

She dared not linger, but after catching her breath, she picked up the bucket and left. Firstly, she could clearly feel her limbs beginning to go numb and stiffen, and the flames on her shoulders were about to extinguish. Secondly, she had already known from the previous night that this man was extremely fastidious about cleanliness; if Gao Yang hadn't relentlessly pursued her and he hadn't been seriously injured, simply pinning him to the mud would have been enough to kill her eight hundred times over. However, she had underestimated this man's obsession with cleanliness—he was a hundred times more troublesome than Ji Yunshu, the cleanest person she had ever met!

They changed the water six times before finally stopping, as dusk settled and the afterglow of the sunset filled the air.

The little poisonous creature, eyes closed, rested in the steaming bath. Its complexion, no longer as deathly pale, regained some color and it looked much better. Jiang Ling'er, on the other hand, was nearly exhausted. Only a tiny flame, no bigger than a thumb, flickered on her shoulder. She moved stealthily, hoping that even just a little closer to the little poisonous creature would make her feel much better. It wasn't until the blood that had felt frozen and stiff began to flow like a thousand ants crawling on her body that she felt alive again, as if she had been given a second chance at life.

She breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously glanced at the bamboo flute that the little poisoner always carried with him.

The feeling of death is awful; she wants to live.

She must live.

The little poisoner seemed to have misunderstood something. He opened his eyes, which had been closed, glanced at her, and scoffed, "This is nothing." He raised his chin and looked at the mess in the room, especially the disheveled bed after he had pulled the sheets over, "Go clean up."

Jiang Ling'er paused very slightly, then buried her head in her hands.

She had initially considered calling the waiter to clean up, but the thought was quickly dismissed. There was no such thing as a coincidence. The old poisoner from the Western Regions being discussed in the lobby must be related to the young poisoner before her. Someone who could make Gao Yang chase her for ten miles was certainly no ordinary person, and given his strange martial arts skills, he was likely not only not a righteous person, but also had many enemies. This was probably the reason he finally… finally agreed to let her stay.

As she tidied the messy bed, she suddenly heard a cold voice:

"Are you sincere?"

She blinked quickly, startled, and then realized that the already messy bed had become even messier after she touched it.

Not wanting to provoke the little poisonous creature, she immediately focused all her energy on cleaning up. However, while she was talking big, in reality... it was quite embarrassing.

Because she had never done it before, she was incredibly clumsy. She twisted a thin quilt into a pretzel and still couldn't make it properly. Half an hour later, the room was still a mess. Before her marriage, she naturally had maids and servants to serve her, but after marriage, it was no longer her place to lift a finger. Ji Yunshu didn't like others serving him. Everything in the room, down to the smallest bedding, was arranged by him personally, including her clothes and everything else. She only needed to be fed and clothed; she had no idea how to do anything else…

Little did they know that what seemed like the simplest of household chores could be so complicated!

Jiang Ling'er could clearly feel the gaze shooting through her from behind, almost piercing her through. "..."

Jiang Ling'er became increasingly flustered and momentarily ignored the rushing water behind her.

Fang barely managed to lay the mattress flat, then bent down to pick up the dirty clothes from the ground. In his clumsy and reckless movements, he somehow bumped into a vase that was about half his height next to him, and with a crash, the vase fell to the ground!

Although Jiang Ling'er had sharp ears, the cold gaze behind her was too hard to ignore, and she was caught off guard for a moment. By the time she realized it, it was too late.

She instinctively arched her back, clutched the dirty clothes in her arms, and closed her eyes. However, the imagined head injury did not come; instead, a long shadow fell over her.

She was startled, then abruptly looked up. Their eyes met as the little poisoner braced himself against a vase half his height, the other hand resting on the wall beside Jiang Ling'er's face, looking down at her with a sinister and disdainful expression.

"I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone this stupid."

Jiang Ling'er: "..."

Her fingers, hidden beneath the dirty clothes, curled up, revealing a murderous intent she didn't even bother to conceal; she had no doubt he wanted to kill her.

She pursed her dry lips, hesitated for a long while before finally saying, "I... Anu was wrong, please..."

How do her servants usually apologize?

She lowered her head, mimicking the way she remembered the servants: "Please punish me, Master."

Yesterday it was difficult to say the word "master," but today I can say it without batting an eye.

It must be admitted that she has made rapid progress in this area.

But the little poisonous creature won't let her off so easily.

He pushed the vase back into place with his right hand, then grabbed her chin and lifted it up viciously, saying in a sinister tone:

"Didn't you want to be my slave? Do you know how the head of the family will treat Xi Nu after she makes a mistake?"

He paused abruptly as a drop of blood fell onto the web of his hand.

Earlier that day, while trying to protect him, he was scratched on the face by a broom made of thorns by the waiter. The inch-long wound was pulled open by him, causing it to bleed again.

The bright red paired with the white that resembles mutton fat jade is quite glaring.

Seeing him stare at the blood droplet on his hand for a long time without saying a word, and his handsome face visibly paling, Jiang Ling'er suspected that his mysophobia had flared up again, so she quickly said, "I'll get you another bucket of water..."

Before Jiang Ling'er could finish speaking, the little poisonous creature suddenly released its grip on her chin, instead shoving her out of the house.

"Get out!"

Suddenly, he strode back and tossed the sacks of money to her—or rather, threw them at her. The little poisoner's face was pale, and her voice was chilling:

"Even a stray dog ​​is cleaner than you! Go and clean yourself up before you come see me!"

As if venting his anger, he slammed the door shut with a loud "bang!"

Jiang Ling'er was startled, blinked rapidly, and stood there stunned for a long time before finally hugging the dirty clothes in her arms and whispering:

"……oh."

A note from the author:

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