Funerary sacrifice?
Chi Ying paused, then said, "If..."
"There are no ifs!" Yuan Yuan interrupted him: "This young master is going to live to be a hundred! What I said just now was just to tease you!"
"Take good care of yourself, I'll come see you again in a couple of days."
Chi Ying nodded: "Okay..."
Yuan Yuan stood up and straightened his clothes: "I'm leaving."
“Okay.” Chi Ying nodded.
Yuan Yuan lifted his foot and walked towards the door.
Before he even reached the door, he suddenly remembered something.
He reached into his sleeve and casually pulled out a one-hundred-tael silver note: "I already paid for the inn room."
Here, take the money.
Chi Ying was completely stunned when he saw that his savior was actually giving him money.
Seeing this, Yuan Yuan laughed and asked, "Are you stupid? I'm giving you money, why aren't you taking it? What, do you expect me to beg you to accept it?"
"I can't accept my benefactor's money!" Chi Ying snapped back to reality, her still-childish face showing an unusually serious expression: "My benefactor has already done so much for me..."
"Enough with the nonsense!" Yuan Yuan shoved the silver note into Chi Ying's hand: "Here you go, just take it!"
If you feel embarrassed to accept it, just consider it a loan from me.
You can pay me back later when you have the money.
Chi Ying looked at him gratefully.
Yuan Yuan waved his hand: "This young master is leaving."
“Yes!” Chi Ying nodded.
Yuan Yuan smiled brightly, lifted his robe, and walked out the door with light steps, leaving only a slender and tall figure against the light.
Gazing at that retreating figure, Chi Ying's lips moved slightly: "See you tomorrow..."
However, Yuan Yuan did not come for three consecutive tomorrows.
That evening, a figure appeared in the inn room.
The newcomer was dressed in a blue cotton-linen robe, with a messy beard, two grains of rice stuck to his beard, and his hair was casually pinned to the top of his head with a chopstick he had somehow acquired.
Judging from his appearance, he was clearly a young man in his thirties with rather delicate features, but unfortunately, he was slovenly.
He staggered, squinting his drunken eyes.
Upon seeing the person who arrived, Chi Ying exclaimed with delight, "Master, what brings you here?"
Mu Chuan let out a hiccup, his eyes widened, and he asked, his tongue slurring, "Tsk, not dead yet?"
Upon hearing this, Chi Ying's face showed a hint of shame: "Master, I have disgraced you..."
He is young and has an amazing ability to recover.
These past two days, I've been able to get out of bed and walk around with the help of a cane.
Mu Chuan sized him up for a moment, then let out a burp: "If you're not dead, you haven't disgraced your master."
Pack your things and come back with me.
go back?
Chi Ying hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Master, a young master saved me. I haven't repaid his kindness yet, so I can't go back with you."
Upon hearing this, Mu Chuan asked, "With your broken arms and legs, how can you repay this kindness?"
"I don't know..." Chi Ying blushed when asked.
Mu Chuan waved his hand: "Pack your things and come back to the mountain with me!"
"Master..."
"Come back to the mountain with me and let your injuries heal before we talk!" Mu Chuan lifted his droopy eyelids, his eyes somewhat cold.
Chi Ying immediately fell silent.
Mu Chuan glanced at the sky: "Let's set off before dark!"
Chi Ying replied with difficulty, "Okay..."
When Yuan Yuan returned to the inn, it was already empty.
He grabbed a passing shop assistant: "Where is Young Master Zhang, who lives here?"
The waiter looked bewildered: "Young Master Yuan, wasn't that Young Master Zhang picked up by his family?"
Yuan Yuan: "..."
He left without saying goodbye?
Very good!
The waiter asked in confusion, "Young Master Yuan, didn't Young Master Zhang tell you anything before he left?"
"He can go his own way, why should he tell me?" Yuan Yuan's voice was cold, and his face was sour. "Do you think I have a lot of free time?"
The waiter chuckled dryly: "Young master, you're a very busy man..."
It's time to start preparing for the autumn hunt, isn't it?
In previous years, Young Master Yuan's prey outnumbered that of the princes. This year, you'd better keep up the good work!
Autumn hunt...
Yuan Yuan recalled what his father had said to him when he came home to get a change of clothes—
This year, the autumn hunt was cancelled due to the assassination attempt on the crown prince.
The situation in the palace is rather grim...
Yuan Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air and took out a silver ingot: "Thank you for your hard work these past few days."
Now that young Master Zhang has been taken away by his family, you should not mention this matter to anyone else.
The waiter was overjoyed to receive the reward: "Thank you so much, Young Master Yuan!"
Yuan Yuan said calmly, "Go ahead and get busy."
The waiter bowed and scraped, smiling broadly: "If Young Master Yuan needs anything, please don't hesitate to give the order!"
Yuan Yuan waved his hand.
The shop assistant hid the silver and went out with a big smile.
The room fell silent.
Yuan Yuan walked around the room but found not a single word.
He sneered: "You didn't even leave a note. How can I expect you to repay my kindness?"
fraud! "
How could an assassin possibly have a heart?
With a lash of his sleeves, Yuan Yuan left the inn in a terrible mood.
The sky was overcast.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it should be a time of clear skies and crisp autumn air.
However, it has been raining continuously for the past few days.
Today, the rain has stopped, but the sky remains gloomy.
Yuan Yuan's mood was as bad as the weather.
Qi Xi lifted the carriage curtain and asked, "Young master, are we going back to the manor?"
Yuan Yuan looked listless: "I don't want to go back."
He was in a bad mood.
If he were to return home and see Yuan Song, his mood would be even worse!
Seeing that her young master was in a bad mood, Qi Xi's eyes lit up: "Young master, attendant, the master is in the palace, and the madam took the young master to Mount Fotai again. Perhaps... you could go out and relax?"
Looking to clear your head?
Yuan Yuan raised his hand and pressed it against his chest.
Seeing this, Qi Xi asked with a grin, "Young master, have you brought enough money? Qi Xi has thirty taels of silver!"
If we, master and servant, are frugal, and Qi Xi drives the carriage, we can spend seven or eight days playing in Yicheng.
I've heard that the persimmons and pomegranates in Yicheng are incredibly sweet!
For three taels of silver, you can climb the tree and pick whatever you want!
Finally, after paying the money, you can take it home!
Yuan Yuan listened, and his heart was somewhat moved.
Seeing that his young master's expression had softened, Qi Xi pressed on: "Young master, how about we ride horses?"
"Riding a horse is fast; we can reach Yicheng in three days!"
Yuan Yuan: "..."
Yuan Yuan was successfully persuaded: "I'll go home and get some silver notes before I leave."
"Okay!" Qi Xi nodded happily.
The two drove the carriage back to the Yuan residence.
The Yuan residence was exceptionally quiet at midday.
After packing two sets of clean clothes, some dry food, and silver notes, Yuan Yuan set off lightly, calling Qi Xi to go out.
Before leaving, Qi Xi asked, "Young master, shall we leave a letter for the master?"
Yuan Yuan mounted his horse and said in a clear voice, "Father rarely comes home, so I won't keep him any longer."
"Not a single word left?" Qi Xi asked.
Yuan Yuan laughed: "It's not like we'll never see each other again, why leave a letter?"
"All right……"
Seven Up scratched his head and climbed onto the horse's back.
Two horses emerged from the west gate and headed southwest...
Two days later, a violent storm broke out.
That night, Yuan Yuan was awakened by a clap of thunder in the restaurant—
"Father!"
Seven-Up, still half-asleep, rolled over on the soft couch and lit a tinderbox: "Young Master, did you have a nightmare?"
Yuan Yuan was covered in cold sweat, his eyes wide open, his voice, still slightly hoarse, asked, "Qi Xi, what festival is it now?"
Qi Xi lit the candle, dampened a handkerchief, and handed it to Yuan Yuan: "Young Master, it's almost September."
September……
Yuan Yuan took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow: "September, how could there be thunder..."
Upon hearing this, 7UP shivered inexplicably: "Perhaps... it's an abnormal climate?"
Yuan Yuan handed the handkerchief back, pressing it against his chest, which felt stuffy and was still slightly aching. He said to Qi Xi, "Light the candle and continue sleeping."
Qi Xi was already sleepy, so upon hearing this, she didn't think much of it: "Perhaps you are a little tired from traveling for days."
Sleep well, tomorrow morning, everything will be alright.
"Mm." Yuan Yuan nodded.
Seven-Up yawned, returned to the soft couch, and soon fell asleep snoring.
Yuan Yuan kept his eyes open until dawn.
When it was light, Qi Xi got up and was startled to see Yuan Yuan, who was dressed very neatly: "Young Master?"
Yuan Yuan laughed and said, "Wash your face and let's continue on our way."
Seven-Up asked with concern, "Young Master, is your chest still hurting?"
Yuan Yuan pressed his chest and shook his head: "I don't feel anything anymore."
Qi Xi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to wash up.
After washing up, the two went downstairs together.
For breakfast, Qi Xi insisted on eating mutton buns.
Yuan Yuan ordered the food and had just picked up his water glass when he heard a commotion of shouts coming from outside the restaurant—
"Have you heard? His Highness the Crown Prince passed away last night!"
"I heard he was poisoned!"
"Oh my god! Really?"
"It's absolutely true! I heard that the person who poisoned the Crown Prince was surnamed Yuan or Yan..."
"His surname is Yuan!"
"I heard that the entire Yuan family has been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison!"
There was a highly favored concubine in the palace, Yuanfei, who, I heard, also committed suicide out of fear of punishment, along with her unborn son, the prince!
"Poisoning the future crown prince is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family; the death of one concubine is not enough..."
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