Chapter 784: Burning straw paper on the grave, are you trying to fool the ghosts?
After a moment, the room fell silent.
Sang Zhixia lowered her head and drank her tea silently without saying a word, while Xu Yu still had a calm smile on his face.
Old Qi had a complicated expression. He pushed away Xu Yu's strong and steady pulse with disdain and said in a strange tone, "How badly do you want this old injury of yours to relapse?"
To be honest, Xu Yu was not sick.
Although this bastard nearly lost his life in the thrilling Battle of Chuzhou, he recovered well and had almost no aftereffects.
They are young and strong at this age, and the excessive work and running around these times have damaged their qi and blood, but these are all minor problems that are not serious.
In Mr. Qi's opinion, there is no need to take medicine. Just eat a full meal and take a good sleep with your eyes closed. After enough rest, you will be stronger than a bison.
But since Xu Yu said so...
Mr. Qi said in a daze, "Tell me first, what kind do you want?"
Xu Yu smiled docilely, "It's not life-threatening, but it won't heal in a short time, and it will take years to recover."
"What the hell?"
Qi Lao took a breath and said, "You are..."
"Don't you have any good intentions?"
"It's a busy time right now, you..."
Old Qi's words stopped abruptly, and he sighed as if realizing something: "After struggling to resolve the chaos in Jiangnan, shouldn't you just take a rest and recuperate?"
"You're so young, and you're sick so early?"
Xu Yu was used to being teased by Old Qi, so he just laughed when he heard the sarcasm in his words: "You can guess it all, right?"
"My husband and I have contributed greatly to the young prince's great cause. Once the country is stable, there will be no need for me to get involved in military power."
However, military power is special, and you need to be skilled in both getting involved and letting go.
If there was no reasonable reason laid out in advance, even if Xu Yu was willing to give up his military power, Jiang Yubai, who had just ascended the throne, would be regarded as a traitor for neglecting his meritorious officials.
Although Xu Yu was not a very kind person, there was no need for him to catch his brother who was so sincere to him and push him into the fire pit that was despised by the world.
It is necessary to withdraw easily and with justification.
Now is the right time to start laying the groundwork.
Old Qi looked at Xu Yu for a long moment, then laughed out of anger: "You're quite willing to let go."
"Gains and losses are based on one's heart, I don't care about them."
Xu Yu looked docile and said with a smile, "Then I'll trouble you with this matter."
Everyone knew that Xu Yu was seriously injured in Chuzhou, and then he encountered a major flood in the south of the Yangtze River.
At this critical juncture, if news of his old injury recurring spread, both Jiang Yubai and the King of Lingnan would definitely send people to assist in the diagnosis and treatment.
You still have to work on saving face.
Looking around the world, the only person who can do this face-saving work perfectly is Mr. Qi.
Mr. Qi heard the hidden meaning in his words and laughed: "I see, it's not difficult."
"Isn't it just tampering with your pulse? Yanran can do this job."
"But your expression..."
Old Qi reached out and stroked Xu Yu's face, unconvinced. Seeing Xu Yu's unusually bewildered expression, staring at his slightly whitened fingertips, he said delicately, "Did you steal Xia Yatou's makeup?"
Xu Yu's eyes flickered, and he looked left and right, but he didn't look at Mr. Qi.
Sang Zhixia couldn't help laughing. "If you ask a few more questions, someone might dig a hole in the ground and crawl in right there."
If you want to get something done, it’s better to do it sooner rather than later.
Taking advantage of the rare opportunity and the fact that there were many people around, Xu Yu seized the chance to appear sick and weak to the outside world, building up momentum first, which would be beneficial rather than harmful.
Apart from……
Xu Yu's own pitiful image of complete collapse.
Old Qi suppressed a smile and teased, "You've thought it through thoroughly, and the makeup is applied evenly, but it's unnecessary."
"I'll ask Yanran to send you something later. Just take one pill every three days."
Xu Yu stood up and said seriously with his head down, his ears turning slightly red.
Old Qi coughed and made to leave. As he lifted his foot, he suddenly said to Sang Zhixia, "Please wipe off the powder on his face. His neck and face are two different colors. It looks wrong."
"Burning straw paper on the grave is to fool the ghosts?"
After Mr. Qi finished his teasing, he turned around and walked away, leaving Xu Yu with a numb face. He was so happy that he hummed a little tune, and all the fatigue of the past few days was swept away.
Sang Zhixia sent Mr. Qi out, then turned around and looked at the obvious dividing line between Xu Yu's face and neck, and the corners of his mouth twitched in unbearable pain.
"By the way, you..."
"Chen! Jing! An!"
Sang Zhixia was startled by the sound of Xu Yu's gnashing teeth, and the next second she burst into laughter.
"Oh...Xu Yu, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but why are you like that brat Sang Yanyou? You believe everything they say."
Is Chen Jingan a good person?
He is a person who loves to watch the fun and doesn't mind getting involved, and he wants to pick up on everyone's jokes.
Xu Yu's momentary confusion gave Chen Jing'an the opportunity to perform. How could Chen Jing'an bear not to embarrass Xu Yu?
It's a pity that Xu Yu was so tired that his mind was fuzzy and he was not on guard for a moment, so he was fooled around by Chen Jing'an.
Xu Yu's powdered face turned as dark as his neck, like the bottom of a pot.
Sang Zhixia couldn't bear it, so she forced him to sit down and didn't let him go to fight Chen Jingan. She said with difficulty, "Oh, it's okay."
"There aren't many people who saw this. Who else besides Mr. Qi can tell what's going on?"
Xu Yu still gritted his teeth and said nothing. Sang Zhixia tried to keep her expression serious and said softly, "It's really okay."
"I didn't see that, I..."
"Zhizhi, you really didn't see it?"
Xu Yu held Sang Zhixia's hand, which was shaking from trying to hold back laughter, and raised his eyelids and said, "When Mr. Qi asked me to hold out my hand, I clearly saw you smile."
Sang Zhixia immediately became serious: "You're wrong."
"You look so bad, I'm worried about you, how can I smile?"
Xu Yu narrowed his eyes doubtfully.
Sang Zhixia covered his eyes, stood on tiptoe and kissed him between the eyebrows, the corners of her mouth curled up: "I really didn't laugh at you, I'm just happy to see you."
"You're back safely, how could I not be happy?"
Sang Zhixia spoke nicely and took the initiative, kissing Xu Yu several times in a row.
The sweet and tender words of affection between husband and wife softened Xu Yu's hard bones a little, and even his complexion looked much better.
But just as Sang Zhixia let go of Xu Yu and went to find something to wash his face, Xu Yu covered his forehead where he had been kissed and said word by word, "Zhizhi, can Chen Jing'an still be considered a hero if he died in my hands?"
Sang Zhixia turned her back to Xu Yu, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Xu Yu said sinisterly: "Let it be."
"He's finished."
Sang Zhixia was afraid that she would lose control and burst into laughter, so she hurried out. When she came back, she saw Xu Yu holding the dagger in a trance and did not continue with his previous words.
On the contrary, Xu Yu seemed to be much calmer.
At least he should be able to endure for a while before killing Chen Jingan.
Chen Jing'an is safe today.
Sangzhi, Xia Bang, and Xu Yu tried to prevent their weakness from being seen through, but before they could stand up straight, their wrists were grabbed.
With a slight turn of sight, Sang Zhixia fell into Xu Yu's arms. She had no choice but to look up at the big face close to her, her eyebrows and eyes wide with a smile: "What's wrong?"
"Are you going to deal with me?"
Xu Yu lowered his head and nuzzled Sang Zhixia's nose affectionately, then said vaguely, "Let's deal with your business tonight. There's no rush now."
"Zhizhi, do you still remember that half-immortal that Sang Yanyou brought back?"
Sang Zhixia raised her eyebrows slightly: "Did that person cause trouble?"
"no."
Xu Yu bit the corner of Sang Zhixia's lips as if to vent his anger, and said in a vague tone: "He is quite obedient, but I saw quite a few people gathered in front of his stall today, so I wanted to borrow his tongue."
Sang Zhixia let out a confused cry, not quite understanding what the use of borrowing a living person's tongue was, or how to borrow it.
It was not until the evening of that day that Sang Zhixia understood the deeper meaning that Xu Yu had not yet expressed.
So that's how it is...
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