Super Allrounder

Kapitel 47

“Okay,” she said, sobbing.

"But..." Baili Qingyi was still not satisfied, "I am extremely hungry..."

"But... Yun'er is asleep, and the cook doesn't live in the mansion either..." After finally wiping away her tears, Yin Wuxiao twisted her hands in distress.

"I see..." Baili Qingyi looked like she didn't want to make things difficult for him.

Yin Wuxiao softened again. "You rest for a while, I'll go to the kitchen and make you some porridge."

"You?" Baili Qingyi's eyes lit up as she looked at the mountain of account books. "But those..."

"It's alright, we can look at it later." Yin Wuxiao forced a smile.

"But..." Baili Qingyi looked at him with distrust, "You really know how to do it?"

Yin Wuxiao glared at him: "I'll eat you to death!"

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Waking up amidst a pile of account books in the early morning, Yin Wuxiao's first reaction was to rush to the bedside.

In the study, on the single bed prepared for her to rest, a man in a blue robe was curled up in a slightly crowded manner. He had beautiful features, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were thick and long, and his thin lips were slightly parted with his breathing, as sleepy as a child.

Yin Wuxiao let out a soft breath, then suddenly frowned. How could the thin blanket she had personally covered him with last night have vanished? Looking back, she saw a pile of blankets wrapped around her under the chair behind the desk.

Could it be that after she fell asleep at her desk last night, this idiot secretly got up and covered her with the thin blanket?

She shook her head, turned around, and rang the bell to summon Yun'er.

Yun'er brought in a basin of water to wash her face and saw a man sleeping on her young mistress's bed. She was so startled that she almost knocked the basin over.

"Miss!" She knew that her mistress was no ordinary person. Before entering the manor, she had heard many shocking rumors about her mistress, but this was the first time she had ever seen such a scene!

Yin Wuxiao quickly took the basin of water from her hand, glared at her to signal her not to disturb Baili Qingyi's sleep, and then pulled her out the door to give her detailed instructions.

"Have Aunt Zhou make some warm and nourishing porridge and soup and send it over later. Also, when Steward Li comes to pick up yesterday's report, let him wait in the hall and don't invite him into the study."

Yun'er nodded, suppressing the myriad questions in her heart.

"But..." There was one question she had to ask. "Miss, what kind of nourishing porridge or soup?" Although she was still a young girl, she had heard her aunts and older women talk about it... "Is it something like tiger penis or bull penis?"

Yin Wuxiao was stunned for a moment, then realized what she had done and her face turned bright red. "I'll beat you up, you little brat who talks nonsense!"

"Huh?" Yun'er took a step back in fright, looking utterly innocent.

Yin Wuxiao glared at her, but couldn't really vent his anger on her: "It's just... a regular tonic! If you don't know, ask Aunt Zhou!"

This girl, I wonder what she's thinking!

She pushed open the door and returned to the room, only to see that Baili Qingyi had already gotten up and was sitting properly in her wheelchair, smiling at her.

Had he overheard their conversation outside the door? Yin Wuxiao blushed again.

"How...are you feeling?" He spent the night on the small couch without any cover; I wonder if he'll catch a cold?

“That would be perfect.” Baili Qingyi replied calmly, his dark eyes fixed on her, staring at her without any restraint.

Yin Wuxiao felt very uncomfortable under his gaze and quickly changed the subject again.

"Why didn't you call me when you wanted to get up? Wasn't it extra difficult for you to move from the couch to the chair by yourself?" If she remembered correctly, last night he had to exert a lot of effort to move from the wheelchair to the bed with her help.

A thought suddenly struck her.

So, last night when he covered her with the blanket, he had to get into his wheelchair first before he could reach her and cover her with the blanket. Given how inconvenient he was last night, how could he have gotten in and out of the wheelchair without waking her? Besides, he looks completely relaxed now, showing no signs of the effort he had put into getting off the bed.

Was his apparent exhaustion last night just an act for her, and was he actually not that inconvenienced? Or... did he completely deceive her?

Yin Wuxiao turned her face away, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. It's not that she's suspicious; it's just that most people in this world are untrustworthy, and men even less so.

"Sigh, I can do it myself, why bother you?" Baili Qingyi sighed softly at this moment.

Yin Wuxiao stared at him; his attitude was extremely sincere, yet seemingly genuine. She happened to see the leftover bowls and plates from last night's porridge still on the coffee table, and a plan formed in her mind.

"Look at me, I forgot to ask Yun'er to take away this bowl and plate." She reached out to pick up the leftover porridge, but accidentally dropped it, causing the bowl to fall off the plate and spill the porridge onto Baili Qingyi's clean blue robe.

"Ah!" Yin Wuxiao exclaimed, watching helplessly as Baili Qingyi was splashed all over, with a few drops even hitting her usually calm and gentle face.

"You..." Why didn't you dodge? She didn't say the words out loud. Looking at his disheveled appearance, she felt a pang of annoyance and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe him.

"Xiao'er, do you suspect that I'm faking my disability to gain your sympathy?" Baili Qingyi let her wipe her face without flinching, but her words were sharp and to the point.

"I...I'm sorry." Even though she still had doubts about him, seeing him like this, she couldn't help but feel guilty. If he wasn't faking it, then what she did would indeed hurt his pride.

"Miss, Miss! The porridge is here!" Yun'er shouted as she entered, holding a steaming bowl of porridge in her hands. She felt uneasy. Sure enough, she tripped over the threshold as soon as she entered.

"Ouch!" Yun'er screamed as the bowl of porridge hurtled right towards their young mistress. She couldn't bear to watch...

The bowl of porridge crashed to the ground, but the expected cry of pain from being scalded did not rang out.

"Huh!" Yun'er's eyes widened. The person in the wheelchair was gone, and the young lady was gone too!

No, no, no, when did these two get to her? The young lady is still protected in that man's arms, completely unharmed. That man is truly...beautiful...

The room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of Yun'er drooling.

Yin Wuxiao slowly turned his head:

"Baili Qingyi!" she said, grinding her teeth.

Baili Qingyi gave a gentle, harmless smile: "Xiao'er... I can explain." He had never said he was crippled; he just... just hadn't corrected her misunderstanding.

Yin Wuxiao completely ignored him. "Yun'er!"

"Huh? What?" Yun'er quickly came to her senses.

"Go get a broom."

"Oh, I'll get a broom and sweep it up right away."

"No, I told you to get a broom and throw this man out the door!"

"What?" Yun'er's mouth dropped open. She was supposed to kick this charming, otherworldly, and aloof gentleman out the door? And with a broom?

Baili Qingyi was also stunned by her, and was unusually at a loss for what to do.

"Um... I can explain, actually..."

"Yun'er!" But Yin Wuxiao had no intention of listening to his explanation.

Yun'er asked with difficulty, "But how do we get out of the main gate?"

"Just like you herd chickens and ducks, chase him away!" Miss Yin stormed off, her face full of anger.

"..." Although Yun'er was very embarrassed, she still obediently and loyally picked up the broom. "Young master, I'm sorry." Her young lady was really something, turning her back on her so easily! Truly a remarkable woman!

Thus, the arbitrator of the martial arts world and the protector of the Jianghu, the young master in blue robes from Baili Mansion, was defeated by a broom from a maid in the Yin Mansion and was humiliated and kicked out of the gate.

"Sigh..." Baili Qingyi sighed with a wry smile. He only wanted to take advantage of her sympathy and had no intention of deceiving her. But no matter how substantial and eloquent his reasons were, he always forgot that Miss Yin, who was both talented and rational, was still a woman, and when a woman got worked up, there was absolutely no reasoning with her.

Its room is near

I fear the small boat on the Shuangxi River cannot bear the weight of so much sorrow.

Deng Qinghui, dressed in a moon-colored brocade robe and with his hat tied high, sat smilingly in the painted boat on the Gongxi River and waved to Yin Wuxiao by the river.

Yin Wuxiao nodded slightly without showing any emotion. More than three years had passed since they last met, and Deng Qinghui was no longer the young scholar with the spirited air of the top scholar he once was; his eyes had become much more clouded.

The boatman on the painted boat gently pushed off the riverbed with a bamboo pole, and one end of the boat slowly approached the shore.

"Miss Yin, are you not going to board the ship? Do I have to personally disembark and invite you?" Deng Qinghui stepped out of the cabin, swiftly opening a paper fan. He was young and proud, exuding an air of refined elegance.

"Of course I wouldn't dare." Yin Wuxiao curtsied cautiously, then frowned and said, "However... I originally thought that today I should be at the Prime Minister's residence, discussing poetry and literature with the other officials..."

Before she could finish speaking, Deng Qinghui burst into laughter: "Miss Yin, what you said is such a spoilsport! Wouldn't it be even more charming to hold the poetry and literature gathering on this painted boat on Gongxi River?"

"Then, esteemed gentlemen..."

"Where did these esteemed gentlemen come from? Can't the young lady and I discuss poetry?" Deng Qinghui interrupted sharply, his displeasure evident in his words.

Yin Wuxiao dared not ask any more questions and could only lower his head and step onto the painted boat.

"Miss..." Yun'er, who was accompanying them, called out softly, somewhat worried.

Yin Wuxiao winked and said, "Yun'er, do as I say. The Prime Minister is an upright man, so there's nothing to worry about."

Deng Qinghui clapped his hands and laughed, then personally lifted the boat curtain: "Miss Yin is indeed straightforward, please come in!"

Upon entering the boat, even though Yin Wuxiao was prepared, he couldn't help but be taken aback. He saw that the two sides of the boat were covered with portraits, which were exquisite and varied in expression, but they all depicted the same person. He was dressed in brocade robes, with black hair like a spring, and his face was covered with a yellow veil. It was himself from the poetry competition at Yun Pavilion that day.

He looked at Deng Qinghui in surprise, only to see him look back at him nonchalantly and ask with a smile, "How is it?"

Yin Wuxiao didn't know how to answer. After a moment's thought, he lowered his eyes and smiled, "Prime Minister, your painting skills are profound. Even I myself would find it difficult to capture even a fraction of your spirit."

Deng Qinghui raised an eyebrow: "Miss Yin, it's been three years. How come your personality has changed so much? Have you become like those vulgar people who say one thing but mean another? I've never even seen Miss Yin's true face, so how can I capture her essence?"

Seeing that he did not refer to himself as the Prime Minister, Yin Wuxiao became even more wary and remained silent.

Seeing that she remained silent, Deng Qinghui did not press her further. After a pause, he suddenly smiled and said, "Miss, I already have the answer to the poem you submitted three years ago."

Yin Wuxiao was taken aback again. This man's words were now unpredictable and illogical. Why was he bringing up the poetry contest from back then again?

"Miss, if Qinghui can match the poems from that year, how would you like to reward him?"

"Prime Minister!" Yin Wuxiao took two steps back, widening the distance between them. "Prime Minister's status is so noble, how can I talk about rewards? I dare not."

"Oh?" Deng Qinghui's gaze swept over her veiled face with a half-smile. "If Qinghui can answer the question in the poem, I won't make things difficult for you, Miss. You can remove your veil and let Qinghui see your true face. How about that?"

Without waiting for her response, Deng Qinghui picked up a wolf-hair brush from the table beside him and quickly composed a four-line quatrain:

The lady angrily urged the beautiful woman to sit on the moonlit flower, while the top scholar built a new ivory bed.

A single fragrant branch, glistening with dew, was unexpectedly taken into the twelve rooms of the West Wing.

Yin Wuxiao was shocked. Regardless of whether the poem was well-matched or not, Deng Qinghui's poem was a blatant harassment of her. Although she had gone through many hardships, she had never been treated so rudely. A surge of anger rose in her heart, and she barely managed to suppress it after several attempts.

“Miss, let me remove your veil for you…” Deng Qinghui spoke in a gentle and refined tone, but her behavior was frivolous and flirtatious. She reached out and touched Yin Wuxiao’s face.

Yin Wuxiao hurriedly dodged.

"Your Excellency, please wait!" she said breathlessly with a smile. "If Your Excellency wants to see Wu Xiao's appearance, what difficulty is there? However, Your Excellency invited me today, saying it was to discuss poetry and literature, but there is a hidden meaning. If Your Excellency does not explain the true intention, it is absolutely impossible for you to see Wu Xiao's appearance."

Deng Qinghui was taken aback, but when he came to his senses, he laughed loudly: "Good, as expected of Miss Yin, you dare to speak, dare to act, and dare to do! I thought that after these three years of recuperation, Miss Yin had become a different person, and her words and expressions had become timid. But after hearing these words, I am sure that the person standing in front of me is the real Miss Yin."