...After moving into the same clinic Xiahou Qing had used, the three Huangfu brothers completely abandoned the little followers who had previously followed them. The three brothers repeated their previous tasks almost every day, carefully and discreetly gathering information in the city. As for Huangfu Ning, except for their evening meetings, they rarely even saw him.
Last time, their reckless shopping led to their identities being discovered and followed, forcing them to abandon their uncle's inn and flee here. So now, the three brothers were extra cautious. Even if they had money, they wouldn't buy anything. Especially when they came home to meet up at night, they wouldn't even buy food. There was nothing to buy, so they could only wait for Huangfu Ning to come back and feed them.
That day, after completing their daily work, the three brothers returned hungry, but Huangfu Zhong was still missing, as usual. Huangfu Chongyou would think a lot when he was hungry, and his mind would start to get confused and he couldn't make sense of it. After hearing his stomach's protests over and over again, Huangfu Chongyou finally couldn't hold it in any longer and wanted to say something to distract himself: "Do you feel that your uncle has been acting alone recently, as if he was deliberately trying to get us away?"
Huangfu Chongyou couldn't help but nodded in agreement, and looked at Huangfu Chongjun and asked, "Then, brother, do you think we should secretly follow and see?"
Huangfu Chongjun rejected it outright, "I don't think it's appropriate. Uncle won't harm us. I think he must be doing something dangerous and serious. If we go and can't help, it's fine. But if we make things worse, then we'd be a little sorry for Uncle. What do you think?"
After thinking for a while, the two brothers said, "Big brother is right. Should we continue to gather information for the next few days?"
Huangfu Chongjun arranged, "Although we can't find much useful information, let's do it first. We never know if we'll get lucky and discover something. We can get involved in what our uncle is doing once he's willing to tell us. For now, we just need to do our best to do what we can. After all, we're still children with almost no experience in the martial arts world. We just need to listen to our uncle's instructions. He's not some demon who would harm us."
After that, the three of them changed the topic and talked about leaving the Huangfu family and the most impressive thing after leaving the Huangfu family. It was a way to exchange feelings and pass the time.
However, Huangfu Ning had actually returned early in the morning with a food box full of food. He happened to overhear them discussing the past few days' events, so he quietly stood in the dark passage and listened. He had initially expected the three children to say something naughty behind his back, but unexpectedly, he heard such sensible words: "...These brats, I can't believe they think things through. They're more sensible than I thought. It's worth all the effort I put into bringing them all the delicious food. The money I spent today was well spent."
Just when Huangfu Ning and the others were still busy trying to find out the exact location of Huangfu Zhong and the army of the living dead, the 800-mile express letter sent by Xiahou Chun to the capital finally arrived in Xiahou Qing's hands after traveling all the way.
Before Xiahou Qing finished reading Xiahou Chun's letter, it shattered into tiny pieces in his hands and was thrown into the air: "You are a useless piece of shit who can only cause trouble!"
The painter, one of the several hall masters of Tianshu Tower, didn't know whether he forgot to check the almanac when he got up today, and he actually ran into the gun when Xiahou Qing was angry.
When the painter came in with a stack of memorials, he heard Xiahou Qing throwing things around violently. After swallowing, he walked over and said, "Pavilion Master..."
Xia Hou Qinghui glared at him, then grabbed the painter's neck and pressed him against the wall: "What are you doing here? Are you looking for death?"
The painter struggled, saying, "Master, please spare my life. I am the Master who was ordered to deliver the memorial!"
Xia Houqing glanced at the scattered memorials on the ground, then threw the man out with a flick of his hand: "...The things have been delivered, you can get out now."
...After the painter came out, the guard at the door saw that the master's face was not very good. The commotion inside was a little scary. So he approached curiously and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, sir? It sounds like the master is very angry."
"How do I know what kind of crazy thing I'm going to do today? It's inexplicable." The painter rubbed his swollen and hot neck and asked, "Besides me, did anyone else deliver documents or something like that today?"
After recalling everything, the guard replied in detail, "Apart from your Excellency, the only thing delivered today was the expedited document from Qinghe County."
Upon hearing this, the painter suddenly realized something and said, "I was wondering, he's so angry, it seems he messed up the task assigned to Xiahou Jun. I've always said that Xiahou Jun is a guy who is always more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. I don't know why the Pavilion Master would trust him so much."
Xiahou Chun had no talent, nor was he particularly good-looking, nor was his emotional intelligence high. Yet, he held a high position, and whenever something happened, no matter how big or small, Xiahou Qing would just blindly protect him. This situation made everyone in Tianshu Tower somewhat dissatisfied. Even the guard who was guarding Xiahou Qing was very blunt: "Alas, sir, isn't my last name Xiahou? It's strange that we don't have this blessing, and we won't be reincarnated."
The guard's words were blunt, and the artist didn't comment. After all, that was how they'd discussed Xiahou Qing and Xiahou Chun privately. Xiahou Qing had always claimed that he'd picked Xiahou Chun up, but the artist had a feeling that there was more to the story than that. "...Speaking of which, I suddenly had an interesting thought."
After saying this, the painter gave a rather ambiguous smile, leaving the guards somewhat bewildered. Without further ado, the painter pointed to the food boxes he had left at the door upon his arrival and said, "You've all worked hard, too. Those are for you. If my predictions are correct, the Pavilion Master will be back in Qinghe County soon. After all your hard work these past few days, you can finally take a good rest."
When the guards heard that the goodies in the food box were for them, they couldn't help but feel more favorable towards the painter: "Master, you are so kind to us!"
It is true that the people under your command need the temptation of money and power, but for some people who are destined not to reach any high position, these small favors that come in a steady stream are enough to firmly grasp their hearts.
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