Chapter 838 What trouble have you gotten into again?
When the word "my disciple" was mentioned, the Fourth Master emphasized it particularly strongly, and his eyes could not help but glance at the warm wine beside him.
Wenjiu turned his head away and avoided his sight. If you can't afford to provoke him, you can still avoid him.
"Really! Master is willing to accept me! Thank you, Fourth Prince! Thank you, Master. I will definitely defeat them, I will."
Zhan Dagumi was so happy that he immediately shouted out loud. At some point, he put his riding whip above his head and started swinging it.
The guards around him were also happy for him, and they all formed a circle and started dancing. For a moment, it was extremely lively.
Wen Jiu looked at the dozen or so men who were so excited that he couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Well, since the prince is so determined, let's not delay any further and let them both go and practice with us," said the Fourth Master.
"Alright! Great! How about we have a sparring match right now, you two?"
Naturally, the two of them would not refuse without saying a word.
Under the Fourth Master's sight, he took Zhan Dagumi to an open space not far away.
Soon, the sound of punches hitting flesh, bang bang bang, was heard everywhere.
Wenjiu felt a pang of pain in his teeth as he listened, and couldn't help but sweep away the goose bumps on his arms.
"Jiu'er! The master is calling you!"
"Ah?" Wen Jiu immediately withdrew his gaze and looked at the Fourth Master beside him: "What's wrong, Master?"
The fourth master narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I want to eat ice cream."
Wen Jiu glanced at the dark cloud over Fourth Master's face and swallowed hard: "Should someone make wine for me right away?"
The Fourth Master's eyes, as dark as ink, were still fixed on Wen Jiu's face: "Do you think my current body can eat ice cream?"
Wenjiu: "Yes? ... or no?"
The Fourth Master took another steady look at the warm wine, pursed his thin lips, stood up, turned around and walked towards his carriage.
Zhan Dagumi, who had fallen to the ground, took a look and couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise: "He, he, he, can he walk?"
Buyu couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Who told you that our master can't walk?"
Zhan Dagu frowned. "Why would he use a wheelchair if he can walk? And he acts like a frail willow, like he's going to die any second."
He was silent for a long time and couldn't utter a word, staring angrily.
Buyan just rolled his eyes at him, then suddenly charged towards Zhan Dagumi: "Prince, watch this."
"Sister-in-law Si, what trouble have you gotten yourself into again? How did you make Si Ge run away in anger?"
Ninth Master came over curiously, followed closely by Tenth Master, who also pricked up his ears.
Wenjiu quickly went over what had just happened in his mind, and he had some idea in his mind.
He let out a long breath and white-knotted the two of them.
The Ninth Master and the Tenth Master immediately came over happily.
Wen Jiu smiled and said, "No comment."
Then he turned around and chased after the Fourth Master.
"Master, Jiuer has brought you some food." In the carriage, Wenjiu opened the curtain and came in.
When the Fourth Master saw her, he turned his face away and closed his eyes without even looking at her.
Now, even without looking at the lightning and thunder above his head, one could tell that he was still angry.
She put the bowl down, hugged his arm, and rested her head on his shoulder, saying, "Master, autumn is almost here. It's only a short heat in the afternoon. Just bear with it and it will pass. Eating too much ice is harmful to your health."
The Fourth Master continued to purse his lips and said nothing.
Wen Jiu added, "However, Jiu'er just went to the kitchen and made a cup of cold tea for you. It's sure to cool you down. Would you like to try it?"
I observed the Fourth Master carefully, seeing him purse his lips once more, his Adam's apple seemed to move, and his head seemed to be clear, revealing a bright red heart. But his eyes were still closed.
Wenjiu put down the teacup and sighed heavily: "Alas, it seems that I don't want to pay attention to Jiuer now. Jiuer should go down first and not disturb me anymore."
As he said this, he put down the tea bowl and pretended to stand up.
As expected, she was caught by a big hand the next second and was held in his arms again.
"Who told you to leave? Did I promise?"
The warm wine was buried in his chest, and she couldn't help but laugh.
After laughing twice, I realized that the Fourth Master above me seemed a little angry and embarrassed.
Wen Jiu immediately stopped smiling: "My Lord is so handsome, especially when he's angry, he's so manly."
The Fourth Master never expected this, and froze when he heard this.
Wen Jiu added with a smile: "You look more manly when you're not angry."
"Jiu'er!" The Fourth Master was very angry, but he didn't know what to do, so he reached out and pinched her face.
"Master, don't be angry. Come on, drink this herbal tea obediently. This is Jiu'er's gift."
As he warmed the wine, he brought out the cold tea.
The Fourth Master finally took the tea bowl from him and said, "Don't think that I won't settle the score with you just because you drank the cold tea."
Wen Jiu blinked: "What's wrong with me? If Jiu'er has offended me in any way, please apologize to me now, okay?
The Fourth Master stared at the warm wine for a while, drank the cold tea in one gulp, and said, "I want to ask you, do you have a crush on Zhan Dagumi?"
Wenjiu blinked twice: "What are you talking about?"
The Fourth Master narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't try to scare me. I just saw you smile at him."
It's been a long time since she saw me smile!
To be exact, she hasn't paid close attention to herself for a long time!
Wen Jiu was at a loss for words. "Master, I'm laughing because I do have some admiration for Prince Zhan Dagumi. How did you get to the point of liking him?"
"What is there to admire about him? In terms of both literary and military strategy, how have I ever been inferior to him?"
Wen Jiu was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "Of course they can't compare to my master. My master is the best. Others can't even compare to a finger of my master.
It was just that Jiu'er hadn't seen such a flamboyant person for a long time. For a moment, she felt envious.
"Envy?" The Fourth Master's dark eyes fell on Wen Jiu's face: "What do you envy him for?"
"Look at him. As the crown prince, he's very capable of letting go. He's actually not caring about the tribe's affairs anymore. He seems to know exactly what he wants."
The Fourth Master frowned slightly. "You have a point there. But there's no need to envy him. I will definitely let you live a life without having to choose. You can have whatever you want and do whatever you want. Just wait and see."
After hearing this, Wenjiu shook his head and laughed.
Talking to this gentleman is like talking to a deaf person.
Noticing the Fourth Master looking at him with a frown, Wen Jiu just smiled, "Master, your anger today is really unreasonable. Shouldn't Jiu'er be the one to be angry? I didn't even discuss it with Jiu'er before letting him accept such a disciple.
If you don't like it, why do you keep it right under your nose?"
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