Un joven enfermizo que viaja a la época de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 100

"You better behave yourself."

What does this have to do with me? I'm being very good.

Chou Qian suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered, "The Emperor ordered Qi to beat you yesterday, but luckily it wasn't him who did it, otherwise you wouldn't be so arrogant."

I asked anxiously, "Does he still want to hit me?" If he does, he doesn't need to come to see me. I'll wait until he calms down before going to work.

Chou Qian added, "Don't worry, he was happy for a moment when he heard you got beaten up, but then his face darkened. My presence here is just a prelude, a way to warm him up."

I excitedly rushed towards Chou Qian, tears of gratitude streaming down my face: "Qian Qian is the best!" Oh no! I got too excited and aggravated my wound! It hurts so much!

Chou Qian and Zi Mo quickly stepped forward: "What's wrong? Can't you just rest and recover quietly?"

I glanced at them unhappily: "I'm a patient, anyone who wants to yell at me, get out."

Zi Mo and Chou Qian straightened their faces: "How dare you speak like that!"

"Talk while lying down."

Zi Mo chuckled.

Chou Qian still had a stern face.

That's the difference; some people are just impossible to appease.

Xiao Cao moved a chair for Chou Qian, and I leaned against the headboard, feeling quite moved, and asked, "My Xiao Cao is really nice, she can be used for both home and travel, are you interested, buddy?"

The little grass lowered its head shyly upon hearing this, and then glanced at me and retreated on its own. I'm so proud! This is the first time it's smiled at me since I found it.

Chou Qian remained unmoved and never looked at my lovely girl from beginning to end.

Zi Mo looked at the guy kneeling by the door, feeling a mix of worry, reluctance, and a sense of deserved punishment.

After a moment, Zi Mo finally made up his mind and said, "Eleventh, I'll go out with Father first."

I nodded as expected.

Zi Mo is not me; his feelings for this family are stronger than mine. Regardless of the reason, what Chou Qian did today showed him no respect.

After bowing to Chou Qian, he followed Zi Mo out, his back leaning against Zi Mo clearly serving as a support.

I suddenly looked at Chou Qian, who had no expression on his face: "Was I really that bad?"

What do you think?

"I have no idea."

"Then just ignore him."

"We'll see each other all the time, so why should I care?" Find a reason to convince me, to make me feel that I'm kind, gentle, or a victim.

Chou Qian looked at me in surprise: "You've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed, and now you want to be a good person."

"I've always been a good person. I don't kill, I don't commit arson, and I don't harm my country; I'm still a great person."

Chou Qian symbolically raised the corners of his mouth: "You all say you're a good person, so what are you thinking?" After he finished speaking, he took out a blood-red jade stone from his sleeve. It was so red that it seemed to drip with blood. It was the size of Guanyin, but it looked like a fountain of red.

It's so beautiful, even more beautiful than Qianqing and Wuhui's jade ornaments.

He took my hand and calmly and gently tied the ornament around my wrist. I stared at the ornament that had suddenly appeared on the back of my hand, wanting to say no but also reluctant. But if I accepted it, this thing would definitely not be easy to keep. It might even turn into a contract of servitude.

Chou Qian held my hand and admired his masterpiece. He was just admiring it. Even if my hand couldn't squeeze into the top one in Dongqing, it could still squeeze into the top three. This thing with these claws really looks good.

I looked up and asked, "This thing must be expensive. Go ask a ladyboy for the money." I'll take it, old man. One more or one less won't make a difference.

Chou Qian seemed not to hear me. He used his fingertips to pluck the red jade, and miraculously, a pleasant sound of flowing water came out.

I looked at the stone in amazement: "That's amazing."

I pulled my hand out of his and tried to pry it off myself. I tried seven or eight times, but I didn't even hear a fart. I looked at him with dissatisfaction and said, "It's broken!"

Chou Qian grasped my hand in a serious manner, and with a gentle press, a crisp sound immediately rang out.

I looked at him with even more dissatisfaction: "Your stuff is bullying people."

Chou Qian didn't even look at me, and arrogantly said, "If your mind is not calm, of course you cannot follow the will of Heaven."

"I don't want it anymore! I don't want it anymore!" I'm in a bad mood, I don't want it anymore.

I swung it down hard, and Chou Qian glanced at me like I was an idiot, then stood up and walked away with a flourish.

"You ugly bastard, you just wait!"

I watched his disappearing figure and roared angrily, "Little Grass! Come in!"

There was no response.

"Little Grass, come in!"

Still no reply. I just praised her and she disappeared.

"Little grass! Little grass!"

Just as the old man was about to call her name for the 108th time, she finally appeared before me, taking small, unhurried steps.

"Where the hell have you been?!"

The little grass opened its sleepy eyes: "Seeing off Lord Sikong."