Chapter 284 The Martial World (Thirty-Two)
When Gu Yan woke up the next day, he saw the marks on his body. It was indeed a terrible sight. However, Lu Lingjun, who had been tormenting him all night, had already left, and the person he had vented his anger on was gone.
After thinking for a moment, he got dressed, gave his disciple some pointers on his cultivation for the first time, and then gave his disciple a good beating.
Then, they dragged the head steward out and kicked the young emperor and Mo Lanzhi out, who hadn't even had a bite of breakfast.
"Your Majesty, you can't be so stingy. I got up early this morning and haven't even washed my face or eaten breakfast." Mo Lanzhi supported the young emperor and stood at the door, refusing to leave.
As it turned out, Gu Yanjing was heartless and simply had the door closed.
If you're so capable, Mo Lanzhi can stand here and get caught in the door to die; otherwise, you'll have to get out.
Then Mo Lanzhi took the little emperor and got out.
A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can't avoid; he can always come back later.
However, the two of them squatted at the entrance of Fengming Gate, touching their bellies.
The young emperor said, "Imperial Advisor, I'm hungry."
Mo Lanzhi gently touched the little emperor's head: "It's alright, if you're hungry, you're hungry. What's a real man afraid of being hungry?"
The young emperor was probably starving, for he didn't even bother to push Mo Lanzhi's hand away.
"But I'm still hungry, my stomach is growling."
Mo Lanzhi: ......
In the end, Mo Lanzhi waited for a while and, after confirming that the two guards at the door were newcomers who didn't recognize him, the former young master, he could only leave dejectedly.
Ah, people leave and things cool down.
Nan Wan'er drank too much and didn't wake up until the afternoon. As soon as she woke up, she felt a burning pain in her stomach and was very hungry. She didn't know what Tun Tian was doing, and she couldn't see him at the moment.
So she was left all alone, starving, pale-faced, and looking like a zombie as she searched for food.
Then, she saw Mo Lanzhi and the young emperor sitting in the lobby of her own inn, drinking tea and listening to stories.
At the next table sat Qingrong, who had visited the two men just last night but was still unwilling to give up.
Qingrong came alone, still dressed like a female ghost, sitting weakly to one side, looking pitifully at Mo Lanzhi.
Unfortunately, Mo Lanzhi now suffers from gynophobia, so even if Qingrong were to stare at her until she went blind, Mo Lanzhi wouldn't even flinch.
However, this really does affect my appetite.
Xiang Xiaohuangdi silently put down the chicken leg in his hand, feeling that even the taste of the food was gone because of his gaze.
When he takes a concubine, he will definitely not choose one with such large eyes, as it will spoil his appetite.
Well, with the Imperial Advisor's appearance, this kind of appearance is fine. His requirements aren't too high, and he's actually quite easy to satisfy.
"Did you go thief last night?" Mo Lanzhi was in a relatively good mood now and didn't hold a grudge about what happened half a day ago. When he saw Nan Wan'er's pale face, he beckoned her over.
Nan Wan'er reluctantly moved over and sat down. Immediately, a waiter fawned over her and brought her a bowl of warm dumplings. They smelled delicious and were enough to whet anyone's appetite.
"I'm going to become a flower thief." Nan Wan'er lowered her head and took a sip of dumpling soup. Her stomach warmed up instantly, and she let out a comfortable sigh.
Awesome!
The moment Nan Wan'er spoke, Mo Lanzhi felt his worldview crumble.
"You're still here, what kind of dirty joke are you making? Are you even a girl?"
He truly believed that this was the first time he had met a girl who was even more manly than him and could make lewd jokes. He respected Nan Wan'er as a real man.
The miracle doctor is a ruthless person; he can even stomach a woman like that.
"Oh, don't listen, sweetie, cover your ears." Nan Wan'er mumbled through her dumpling bite, "Why can't I be a girl? Who says girls have to be all about being a servant or a master all the time? Don't you think that's pretentious?"
I feel so much better now that I have something in my stomach. I'm so happy.
"You..." Mo Lanzhi opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words to retort to Nan Wan'er for a long time.
Instead, Nan Wan'er stuck her tongue out at Mo Lanzhi, which infuriated him.
The little emperor also ordered a bowl of dumplings. Ah, he looked so happy eating them.
Nan Wan'er's meddling made it impossible for Qingrong to maintain her pitiful gaze any longer; she couldn't help but stand up abruptly.
"Lanzhi," Qingrong said, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob.
Just then, Nan Wan'er finished the last sip of noodle soup, ate a little emperor's chicken leg, and let out a burp, instantly breaking the gloomy atmosphere that had just been there.
Qingrong, who was just about to speak, remained silent.
"I'm so full, I'm stuffed. Oh, I shouldn't have eaten that leg, I'm going to gain weight again." Nan Wan'er put down her bowl and told the waiter to come over and tidy up the table, and also to bring over a few plates of melon seeds, snacks and drinks.
The waiter immediately came over to take the bowl, and whether it was intentional or not, he moved the bowl away from Qingrong's side: "Miss, please move aside, you're blocking my way."
After saying that, he smiled at Qingrong, as if he wouldn't leave if Qingrong wouldn't let him.
Qingrong was already embarrassed by the fact that no one was paying attention to her, but now she was being harassed by a waiter, and her face instantly turned into a mess of colors.
"Can't you take it from over there?" Qingrong's voice trembled with anger.
"It's not convenient over there, young lady, please step aside so as not to upset your baby." The waiter took a step back, glanced at Qingrong, and smiled, seemingly looking down on her.
Qingrong's face paled, and she looked nervously at Mo Lanzhi, only to find that Mo Lanzhi was staring at her stomach with an inexplicable expression.
She stammered, "Damn it, you little brat, don't talk nonsense and slander my innocence."
Qingrong trembled with nervousness. She went around to Mo Lanzhi's side, squatted down humbly, and reached out to grab Mo Lanzhi, but was dodged by the other party with a cold face.
The waiter was displeased, looking at Qingrong with disdain as she was silently rejected: "I've studied medicine since I was a student. I was just seeing a pregnant woman. How could I have made a mistake? Are you unaware of your own limitations, or do you simply not want others to know?"
"You studied medicine since you were a student? If you were a doctor, with such great skills, how could you possibly be working as a waiter in a restaurant?" Qingrong's face was pale, her veil fell down, and she looked at Mo Lanzhi with teary eyes.
"Lanzhi, don't believe him, he's deliberately slandering me."
"No need to say anything more. This is the eldest disciple of the Divine Doctor Valley. He was indeed brought back to the Divine Doctor Valley by the old Valley Master when he was young to learn medicine. He is more than capable of handling you." Mo Lanzhi stood up and moved away from Qing Rong.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up the little emperor and handed him to Nan Wan'er: "Take him to the back." Don't let him be led astray.
"Oh dear, he's such a big kid, what doesn't he understand? Why are you being so secretive?" However, Nan Wan'er didn't want to leave, so she called another waiter over and handed him a plate of melon seeds, then pulled the little emperor to sit down next to her.
Nan Wan'er grabbed a handful of melon seeds for the little emperor, patted his shoulder and wiped his hands: "Stop talking, just watch the show. It's rare to see such a wonderful fight."
The ancient people's bickering is so unsatisfying. I'll go to another dimension and talk to Gu Congxin to see if we can go to the modern world. The modern world is more fun; at least I can play PUBG, King of Glory, and watch Douyin.
"Impossible! How could he possibly be a disciple of the Divine Doctor Valley? Would someone from the Divine Doctor Valley work as a waiter?" Qing Rong was dumbfounded.
"Why can't I? Why can't I work as a waiter? I'm happy to do it, so what? Do you have a problem with that?" The waiter seemed to be angry, and other waiters serving customers around him stood up and looked to the side.
That sinister look in his eyes seemed to suggest he was considering what poison to use to kill Qingrong.
Who said that the healers in the Divine Healer Valley are benevolent?
They were clearly refusing to help people in distress. If they hadn't run out of money to buy medicine for research, who would still be treating people?
But now things are great. I'm making money from the restaurant, so I don't have to treat people anymore. I can work two shifts a day and still have time to do what I like. That's wonderful.
Tuntian: Wan'er really knows how to fool this group of people.
"Exactly, what's wrong with people being happy to work as waiters and earn money, realizing their own value in life? What business is it of yours? Let me tell you, this is occupational discrimination. If you go out like this, you'll get beaten to death, you know that?" Nan Wan'er said sarcastically while cracking sunflower seeds.
Upon hearing this, the young emperor suddenly glanced at the smug Nan Wan'er, as if possessed, and felt that what she had just said was quite interesting.
Later, some unofficial histories recorded that during the time the young emperor spent at Fengming Gate, he experienced something unknown, and later became the most famous founder of motivational writing in history, inspiring countless bookworms to strive for their entire lives.
"Shut up." Qingrong suddenly stood up, becoming somewhat unrestrained in her speech.
She, who had always been pampered and cherished, had never suffered such humiliation.
"You dare tell me to shut up on my turf? Who do you think you are? Do you believe I can have you poisoned and thrown out in a heartbeat?" Nan Wan'er also stood up, but she was shorter than the other person and her imposing manner was inferior.
"Sister, sit down. You're so short, you still can't compare to others." The little emperor quietly tugged at Nan Wan'er's sleeve and whispered.
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan'er sat down with a dark face, and even gave a haughty snort.
Hmph, so what if you're tall?
"You..." Qingrong's face turned pale with anger. Pointing at Nan Wan'er's nose, he finally managed to stammer out, "You little bitch."
Nan Wan'er has such a sharp tongue; it wouldn't be her style not to retort: "You're the slut! Your whole family are sluts! You shouldn't have any more children, so they don't see you, you slut!"
Qingrong was so angry that she fainted, but she still remembered to fall into Mo Lanzhi's arms.
However, Mo Lanzhi did not want to touch her and simply moved aside.
Qingrong suddenly opened her eyes, barely managing to hold onto the table beside her to avoid falling. She asked pitifully, "Lanzhi, do you really not want me anymore?"
"Go back early, maybe you can see him a few more times." Mo Lanzhi took a few steps back with a cold face and a calm expression.
Upon hearing this, Qingrong truly panicked: "What did you do to him?"
Mo Lanzhi sneered: "What do you think?"
What else could he do but kill him, of course?
Qingrong cried for real this time, crying very sadly: "He was your brother, how could you kill him?"
Mo Lanzhi almost laughed: "If you can help him kill me, why can't I kill him?"
Qingrong wiped away her tears and said in a daze, "Impossible. He was the leader's most beloved son. The leader would not let you kill him."
Mo Lanzhi was even more delighted: "It means Mo Qilan can live."
He committed patricide and fratricide, and since he has already borne the infamy for one of them, it doesn't matter if he is also condemned for the other.
He wants ** to be used by him.
Qingrong finally stumbled away. Only after Qingrong left did Mo Lanzhi order his guards to follow her to the execution ground, to ensure she was completely eliminated.
He could not possibly let a child live, only to have him kill him in the future under the guise of avenging his father.
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at your master, so ruthless and fierce. Why don't you become my disciple and I'll show you around." Nan Wan'er casually put her arm around the little emperor, just like she was putting her arm around an ordinary little kid.
She's mentally over a hundred years old, so isn't this thirteen-year-old little emperor her grandson?
Mo Lanzhi saw Qingrong off, feeling somewhat sad, after all, she was the woman he admired.
But when he turned around, what did he see? He saw a shameless woman trying to steal his man away from him.
The young emperor, in particular, was eager to agree.
Damn it, how can I tolerate this?
This is absolutely intolerable.
So he took the little emperor and left.
Damn it, this is someone else's territory, a whole room full of scheming old foxes who poison people, we can't beat them.
Not long after Mo Lanzhi left, Gu Yanjing arrived with Lu Lingjun for dinner.
Zhang Ling'er was still lying in bed groaning, which made Gu Yan feel inexplicably guilty.
Alas, this was my first time instructing a disciple, and I didn't quite grasp the proper measure; I was a bit too harsh.
However, it's not a big problem; he just won't look at it.
I happened to come down from the mountain recently for a visit.
It's rare to find a male protagonist in a different world who has gone astray and then straightened out, yet still possesses a certain... uniqueness.
So, the male protagonist needs to experience setbacks to grow, and being burdened with trouble is perfectly suited for him.
"What's wrong with you all? Why are you all gossiping?" When Gu Yanjing came in, Nan Wan'er was pulling the storyteller to tell him what had just happened, to see if they could write it down and turn it into a story to make money.
The storyteller is also an elder in the valley. He has an exceptionally good speaking ability and is currently worried about not having enough money to buy some expensive medicinal herbs. If he has a new story, he will definitely get a raise.
With money, nothing is a problem.
Nan Wan'er respectfully invited the two to sit down, then had dishes served, and then pulled Gu Yanjing to help her complete the story.
It has to be said that Nan Wan'er is now burdened with huge debts and seems to have suddenly become obsessed with money. Her imagination keeps running wild, and although she only has a short attention span, there's always Tun Tian to complete her plans later.
She only needs to come up with whatever comes to mind.
Tuntian returned in the afternoon; he had gone out to arrange the inn's beverage supply.
The previous liquor supplier raised prices arbitrarily, so he just killed the person and took the brewing recipe from them.
Tomorrow he'll find a winery, buy it, and then have his own people make wine there, so he won't be blackmailed anymore.
When Tuntian saw Gu Yanjing and Lu Lingjun arrive, he first greeted them, and only after being allowed to sit down next to Nan Wan'er did he do so.
Just then, Mo Lanzhi, who was hungry again, arrived with the little emperor.
The food here is delicious, and the people here are even more interesting.
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