Chapter 103 Uncle Ninth’s Illness
On the bed, Long Muchuan's deep voice rang out again.
"I am sick, so I came to see you."
Chen Shiyi gritted his teeth and endured it, taking the outer robe from the hanger and wrapping himself up.
"I'm in a good mood today. I won't bother with you. You leave my bedroom now, immediately."
In the darkness, Long Muchuan's voice sounded a little aggrieved.
"I can't leave."
Chen Shiyi was furious, but suddenly he smelled a faint smell of blood.
"Are you hurt?"
"Well, I've already told you that I'm sick and I've come to see you, but you still don't believe me..."
"Even if you are sick, you have come to the wrong place. I am not a doctor."
Chen Shiyi relit the extinguished candle, filling the cold bedroom with dim light. The flickering faint light made the face of the person on the bed look even paler.
Long Muchuan seemed to not care about the injuries on his body and was only concerned with flirting with Chen Shiyi.
"You saved me last time, and you can save me again this time."
"You have a wonderful idea, do you know what I think?"
"What do you think?"
"I want to find your wound and stab it deeper with a dagger."
Seeing Chen Shiyi's calmness, Long Muchuan smiled happily.
"I was stabbed in the waist. You have to look for the exact location yourself, but my waist and abdomen are strong and powerful, and the lines are as strong as a sculpture. The touch is very good. If you touch it, you will definitely linger and love it..."
Chen Shiyi listened quietly to Long Muchuan's madness, blinked, wrapped his robe tighter with his hands, opened the door and walked outside.
Long Muchuan's mouth curled up slightly. He wouldn't really go looking for a dagger, right?
After a while, I heard footsteps coming closer and closer from outside.
He lay on the bed, leaning on his side, squinting his eyes, supporting his head with his right hand, and talking lazily.
"Eleven, don't be shy, I have a mole on my waist, look carefully!"
"Let me see where your mole is?"
When Long Muchuan heard this, his pale face turned even paler. He quickly opened his eyes, and the smiling face of the old man Hu Zhiwei came into view.
He was so scared that he quickly found a quilt to wrap himself up.
Mr. Hu said with a smile.
"Uncle Ninth Prince, don't be shy. I have never touched a waist that makes people linger in my life. I really want to taste what it feels like."
Long Muchuan clutched the quilt tightly, his face showing difficulty, and his voice trembled a little.
"That's not the case, don't mess around..."
Chen Shiyi stood outside the dormitory and heard Long Muchuan's voice getting louder and louder, more and more anxious, and finally his mad scream was so painful that it was unbearable to listen to.
Long Muchuan felt that he would never get better in his life.
He was shirtless and looked back with resentment.
Uncle Jin was bandaging his wound. Old Man Hu moved a stool and sat beside the bed, staring at him sharply. Chen Shiyi was sitting on the small couch, warming himself by the charcoal fire, without even looking at him.
"Uncle Ninth Prince, the banquet in the palace is not tasty. Do you want to come to this old man's place to eat coarse food and change your taste?"
Long Muchuan closed his eyes slightly and said nothing.
"You, come and play with Eleven next time, and the old man will have to go to the Qinzheng Palace and have a good chat with the emperor. What do you think?"
Chen Shiyi looked at Long Muchuan, who had a look of despair and disgust as if he had eaten a fly, and could only sigh in his heart that the old man was a righteous man.
Later, Chen Shiyi proposed to find a guard with strong fighting ability.
"Our place is big, anyone with a little bit of martial arts experience can come in. Uncle Jin is old, he needs to take good care of himself. I will find another one."
Everyone agreed, and the old man nodded in agreement.
In the past, there were only two of them in the yard and they could do whatever they wanted.
Now there is another person, Chen Shiyi, a girl. The most important thing is that we can no longer let outsiders in at will.
Chen Shiyi took Xuwen and Yuanxi to the western suburbs of Kyoto and found Mrs. Cai with ease.
When Mrs. Cai saw Chen Shiyi, she grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.
She took Chen Shiyi to an iron cage.
"If you want to buy a guard, this one has a high combat value and will satisfy you."
Chen Shiyi carefully looked at the man in the iron cage.
He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a sturdy build and a round face. His eyes were very clear, staring at people innocently like a big wolfdog.
Xuwen was very worried.
"Sister, what if we can't control him?"
Mrs. Cai waved her hands quickly.
"That's why I recommend this guy to you. He's very obedient and will do whatever you ask. As long as you give him food..."
Chen Shiyi nodded.
"Okay, it's him."
Mrs. Cai counted the silver and happily escorted the few people out of the yard.
"I finally sold it. If I hadn't sold it, I would have been in big trouble."
The burly man behind him asked with a frown.
“What if they feel it’s not good and come to return it?”
Mrs. Cai snorted coldly.
"There's no reason to return something you've sold."
Under the persimmon tree in Huihua Courtyard, Grandpa Hu and Chen Shiyi squatted down and looked at the layers of noodle bowls stacked on the stone bench. The guards they bought were still eating the noodles in the bowls, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.
Next to him, Yuanzhong ran over breathlessly.
"Miss, the noodles are gone."
Chen Shiyi asked in disbelief.
"That bag of noodles is all gone?"
“It’s all finished.”
Chen Shiyi and Old Man Hu looked at each other and saw panic in each other's eyes.
Mr. Hu complained.
"I knew you had poor eyesight. When have you ever judged someone correctly? Look at you. You can eat so much. Even if you had mountains of gold and silver, you would be bankrupt."
Chen Shiyi was a little upset.
"Although Cai Yama is a bit exaggerated, she hasn't reached the point of cheating, right? This person is locked in a cage. He is not very strong, so why would he spend a lot of money to buy an iron cage to lock him up?"
"People who know each other cheat on their acquaintances. You are still young, so don't trust others easily in the future."
Chen Shiyi curled his lips.
"I see you are very good at deceiving people."
The corner of Mr. Hu's mouth twitched.
"I'm a good person, how can it be the same?"
Chen Shiyi tutted.
“Well, it’s different.”
Mr. Hu shouted irritably.
“Return, return…”
The hired guard immediately stopped eating noodles upon hearing this.
"There's enough noodles here, you can't return it."
Mr. Hu got angry.
"Who has the final say here, you or I? You can't back out. Who do you think you are?"
The body that was like a guard tower suddenly stood up, and with both hands, it hugged the trunk of the persimmon tree next to it. With a little force, it pulled the whole persimmon tree upside down, and the soil on the ground flew up, causing the stone bench next to it to tremble and shake continuously.
Mr. Hu quickly hugged the pile of bowls, fearing that he would have to spend money to buy new ones if he dropped them.
"Chen Shiyi, come and help."
Chen Shiyi stood aside, stunned.
She has no time to care about Mr. Hu.
She looked at the guard and a look of delight appeared on her face.
"Well, that bag of noodles was not eaten in vain."