Función clerical

Capítulo 38

Someone shouted, "Zhi Li!!"

The two of them turned to look at each other at the same time.

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The first person to climb in through the window was very familiar; his clothes were disheveled, and he still had wounds on his body. He went straight to Shen Zhili's bedside.

Immediately afterwards, a man and a woman, one wielding a judge's pen and the other a tiger whip, rushed in. With two loud cracking sounds, the window shattered completely, a truly horrific sight.

The woman shouted loudly, "Where are you running to, Master!"

Then, with a swift grab, she pulled the man in front of her tightly by the collar, and at the same time turned to him and said, "Hurry up and hit him, I've got him!"

In her astonishment, Shen Zhili even suppressed the effects of the aphrodisiac in an instant.

Isn't that Su Chenche and Qingxing Zhai Feng?!

What on earth are they up to?!

Just as Qingxing tapped the judge's pen, Su Chenche swiftly slipped away, deftly removing the white robe he was wearing.

Seeing that Su Chenche was about to escape, Zhai Feng didn't have time to think. She lunged forward, grabbed Su Chenche's thigh, and said urgently, "Hurry up, use your strength! He's so weak! Are you even a man? Use your strength! If we don't knock him out, we're both doomed!"

Su Chenche was knocked to the ground by the tackle, his arm outstretched, reaching plaintively towards Shen Zhili: "Zhili~~~"

Shen Zhili subconsciously pushed his hand away a little.

Su Chenche's eyes were brimming with tears, his gaze sorrowful and profound, and he began to wail...

Then, she saw Su Chenche's head being tapped and pressed to the ground.

Shen Zhili let out a soft gasp: "You guys...aren't you going to kill someone by hitting them like that?"

Zhai Feng, panting heavily, said, "Valley Master Shen, don't worry. The higher-ups said that as long as we're alive, that's fine. We absolutely cannot be soft on these kinds of people. If we are, it'll either be our death or our death! Don't worry, after all, they are our master. They will at least leave us a breath."

Qingxing nodded, then launched a powerful attack from mid-air, hitting the bullseye squarely. Su Chenche's head went limp and he collapsed.

Shen Zhili's eyelids twitched, and she gasped for breath twice: "Is this really not some kind of personal revenge...?"

So ruthless...

Zhai Feng grinned at Shen Zhili, and while still lying down, pulled out several incredibly thick ropes from his pocket. He tied Su Chenche up tightly, made several tight knots, and then tossed him onto Qingxing's shoulder like a dumpling. He patted Qingxing and said, "Hurry up and take him back!"

Turning her head, she glanced ambiguously at Shen Zhili and Gechui, then covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I've disturbed Valley Master Shen..."

Shen Zhili: "...What do you mean by 'I'm disturbing you'?"

Zhai Feng's eyes revealed a look that everyone knew, and she waved her hand, not at all shy, saying, "Valley Master Shen's lover is really good-looking. He's much more reliable than my good-for-nothing master. You have such good taste..."

Lover?

Shen Zhili turned her head and looked at Ge Chui, who was standing close by with an expressionless face.

The night was dimly lit, and his ashen face was not clearly visible; only his delicate features and outline could be vaguely discerned.

Although she appeared slightly effeminate, her expression made her seem much more composed than Su Chenche.

Qingxing had already jumped out of the window. Zhai Feng hooked the swaying wooden door with her foot, leaped to the window, gently closed it, and waved to Shen Zhili: "Valley Master Shen, thank you for taking care of my master these days. Farewell!"

Shen Zhili reached out, her voice hoarse from the heat: "Wait..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhai Feng's figure flashed and disappeared in a few leaps.

...Just...just left like that!?

Shen Zhili's hand fell limply to her side. With her eyes glazed over, she turned to Ge Chui and asked, "You just let them go like that? Didn't you even stop them?"

Ge Chui honestly replied with a blank expression, "I don't know martial arts, so I can't stop them. Besides, they're not coming for me."

Shen Zhili wanted to cry but had no tears. With her last bit of sanity, she thought that if God could give her another chance, she would have grabbed Su Chenche's hand just now and never let go, even if it meant death.

Chapter 33

"Achoo... Achoo..."

As Shen Zhili sat in the carriage, bouncing around, she sneezed and cursed Ge Chui's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Last night, last night... Just thinking about last night made Shen Zhili feel overwhelmed with sorrow.

Faced with her being drugged with aphrodisiacs...

Kabuki, sitting calmly on top of her, asked, "By the way, where's the keepsake?"

Shen Zhili was in a daze and answered in a confused voice, "A token? What token?"

After a moment of contemplation, Gechui seemed to remember something and muttered to himself, "Oh, your clothes have all been changed, so your things should be with me now."

Then he calmly rolled off Shen Zhili, adjusted his hood, and left...

He just left like that!

The burning thirst was almost scorching Shen Zhili's reason. She couldn't help but turn to the side and hook the hem of Gechui's robe, but she was completely unaware of what she was saying. She was only loyal to her body's needs and whispered in a soft tone, "I'm hot, so hot..."

Gechui paused for a moment, then pried her fingers apart one by one, slapped her back, and said, "I understand."

Then he went out again...

And very casually, he closed the door behind him...

An incense stick later, Shen Zhili, who was lying on the bed rubbing against the silk quilt and rolling around, saw two men in black robes carrying in a whole bucket of cold water...

Achoo...

Shen Zhili touched her red nose and blew her nose hard.

A whole night of cold showers, how utterly miserable!

"Achoo... Achoo..."

She collapsed limply onto the carriage, a wave of sorrow washing over her.

She was so stupid, really. She only knew she couldn't stay and marry Hua Jiuye, that he would torture her to death, but she didn't know that even coming out would lead to so much trouble. If she had known, she shouldn't have come with Su Chenche. If she hadn't come out, she wouldn't have wanted to run away; if she hadn't run away, she wouldn't have met Ge Chui; if she hadn't met Ge Chui, she wouldn't have been given aphrodisiacs and given a cold shower, and wouldn't have caught a cold, and wouldn't be sitting in such a dilapidated carriage... Achoo...

The wind blew in through the gaps in the carriage, whistling and carrying a putrid, sour smell, making Shen Zhili shiver from the cold.

It's easy to go from simplicity to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to simplicity...

Achoo...

Oh no, I feel like throwing up!

Shen Zhili vomited profusely against the carriage wall, feeling much better. Apart from the black-robed man who was forced to drive for her and watch over her, everyone else kept their distance and looked at her with strange eyes.

As Shen Zhili vomited, she thought of Su Chenche, and then of the lingering doubt that she couldn't shake off.

Su Chenche was knocked unconscious and taken away by his subordinates so easily? Given his past personality, he should have been furious to see her half-naked and in an ambiguous position with Ge Chui.

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Rewind to the previous night.

Qingxing's hands were tightly bound, and she said righteously, "My lord, my lord...you...sob sob..." She stuffed her smelly socks inside.

Zhai Feng leaned against the duckweed and tried to shrink back.

Su Chenche waved the remaining smelly sock in his hand past her, and Zhai Feng immediately broke down, her voice mournful and plaintive, her tone earnest and sincere: "My lord... we were just following orders, please don't do this, we didn't mean it... my lord, my lord... and secretly..."

Without even listening, he quickly stuffed the second smelly sock inside.

In the dim light, Zhai Feng saw Su Chenche, his face covered in blood, smirk, revealing a sinister expression.

"Waaaaah..."

That half-incense stick's worth of reverse attack was really terrifying...

Su Chenche clapped his hands, wiped the blood off his face, used his lightness skill to turn and leave.

A sword was placed in front of him.

Then a dark figure flashed out, and the two exchanged several rapid blows in mid-air, their movements as fast as lightning, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

For a moment, Su Chenche froze, his tone slightly impatient: "Don't stop me."

The shadowy figure said in a businesslike tone, "Just comply obediently, sir."

Su Chenche sighed, "Then let's continue playing."

Raikage, the leader of the Dark Guard who oversees punishments during the Twelve Nights, usually has a slight edge, but now that he is injured and weak, the outcome is only about 50/50.

The dark figure suddenly retreated.

Su Chenche was overjoyed and was about to slip away when suddenly his ear was grabbed and twisted twice.

...This feeling is so familiar.

A harsh, ungentle female voice roared in my ear, "You brat, even a nude portrait can't threaten you anymore, huh! All grown up, all wings have hardened, you think you're so powerful?" She scoffed, "Do you believe I'll tell the whole world that you were still wetting the bed and secretly hiding the sheets when you were fourteen!"

Su Chenche stiffened, then turned around with an awkward smile: "Auntie..."

How can he explain that it really wasn't bedwetting?

Every teenager is perfectly normal...

A slap landed, hitting Su Chenche squarely on the spot where the judge's pen had struck him on the head.

Su Chenche gritted his teeth and groaned in excruciating pain.

The woman continued her incessant nagging: "Auntie my foot! Do you even respect me as your aunt?! I've wasted my time raising you, you ungrateful wretch! Who raised you with their own hands and feet..."

Su Chenche coughed twice.

The woman paused, then slapped Su Chenche's head again, exasperated: "What are you coughing for! What do you mean! Although I haven't really taken care of you much, who helped you when you were being beaten, who took you out to play for the first time..." She paused again as if she remembered something.

Su Chenche silently endured the pain.

Yes, it was the first time she took him out, but his aunt, Su Wanzhi, got so caught up in having fun that she left him, only five years old, at the entrance of a brothel...

When they found him, the five-year-old boy was lying on the bed, his clothes disheveled, being groped by a group of voluptuous, heavily made-up women.

From then on... Su Chenche regarded brothel women as a monstrous threat and refused to step into a brothel even if he were beaten to death.

Legend has it that the Twelve Nights Gentleman is of noble character, never tainted by the scent of brothels, earning him the admiration of the entire martial arts world…

Su Wanzhi laughed it off: "Forget it, if I tell you to go back to Mingdu, you should just go back to Mingdu obediently. You've made the people from Twelve Nights wander around like headless flies every day! Aren't they embarrassing..."

Su Chenche suddenly looked up, his amber eyes sparkling like stars.

Su Wanzhi was startled by that gaze, and her words came to an abrupt halt.