El viaje de un mendigo alrededor del mundo

Capítulo 26

"Lord Ghost, are we just going to let this go?"

"Of course not! Gongye Bai can protect him for a while, but not forever!"

He had barely finished uttering those harsh words, and before he could even close his mouth, he suddenly felt something pierce through the air, catching him off guard and burrowing into his throat, melting instantly in his mouth. The vengeful ghost felt dizzy and collapsed.

"Who goes there!"

The four disciples of Guigu Valley had barely opened their mouths when a ghostly figure swept past them, and they were unwittingly fed pills right in front of them, collapsing to the ground. They struggled to keep their eyes open, but their consciousness and vision gradually blurred.

In the end, all they saw was a white butterfly fluttering about and a boy with a blurry figure.

The boy's voice had the hoarseness unique to adolescence, yet it also revealed a shrewdness.

"Sleep, sleep. When you wake up, you'll forget all your troubles and joys, even your own names. Of course, you won't remember how I abused you... Don't say I'm being unfair by using 'Eternal Drunkenness' on you. Who told you to dare grab her, pinch her, and bully her? The most unforgivable thing is..."

You bunch of bastards actually created an opportunity for that treacherous and cunning scholar who was determined to usurp the young master's position to fawn over the master!

The author has something to say: Being exposed on the imperial court for promoting pornographic literature and stuff like that, I'm under so much pressure ╮(╯_╰)╭ Does this mean I can't write anymore?

The reporter said that these pornographic novels use slang such as "XX", "XX", "time travel" and "XX" to attract readers.

"Time travel" is slang for pornography...slang...slang...what to do...I've also tagged it with this slang term...

18

18. A jealousy incident...

The carriage entered Qingmo Lane and stopped at the end of Huaxiang Alley. Gongye Bai carried Fan Qingbo, who had fallen into a deep sleep, out of the carriage. He called out to Fan Bing a few times, but no one answered, which did not surprise him.

He easily scaled the wall and entered the courtyard, settled Fan Qingbo in, and then went back to take the pulse of the scholar who had fainted on the way.

Gongye Bai was astonished to find that the poison in his body had almost been completely eliminated. He hadn't thought much of it before when he heard various legends, but now he really wanted to know what kind of kung fu this silver-clad scholar practiced, given his incredibly strong self-healing abilities. And his supposed self-inflicted martial arts impairment remained a mystery to this day.

After tidying up the silver scholar, he looked up at the sky.

It's getting late, why don't we go find someone to go to court together?

Thinking this, a pleased smile appeared on his face as he stepped out of the scholar's house. He bumped into a familiar figure peeking out from the Fan family's doorway. The person was quite alert, turning around warily almost the moment he looked at him.

"Your owner is already asleep."

The visitor was Fan Bing. He seemed particularly uncomfortable in Gongye Bai's presence, scratching his head and glancing furtively before replying, "Oh, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Gongye."

"Hmm?" Gongye Bai raised an eyebrow.

“…Seventeenth Brother.” Fan Bing resignedly called out the old title.

Gongye Bai nodded and walked away. He hadn't gone far when he suddenly remembered something, "How are the five from Guigu Valley?"

After a pause, a hesitant voice came from behind: "Logically speaking... he should still be alive, right?"

*Pfft—this kid's still too green, he doesn't know his own strength. But seeing how protective he is of Fan Qingbo, he seems to have made up his mind about her and won't go back.* Gongye Bai sighed. Of the two most talented newcomers back then, one was the current Crown Prince, and the other was him, Fan Bing. The late emperor entrusted them with important tasks, assigning them to approach the First Female Official Gao Yi'ai and Xie Yiren, the descendant of a traitor. Who would have thought that he would now actually take the act seriously and become addicted to being their follower?

To be honest, wasn't the Crown Prince also taking his actions too seriously? Look at how obedient he was to the First Lady...

Of these generations of Shadow Guards, some developed feelings for those they protected, leading them to neglect their duties or simply abscond with the funds; some were sold by the late emperor to marry foreign rulers; and others, like him, entered the court as officials. Alas, is the Shadow Pavilion destined to have no successors? No wonder the Pavilion Master recently issued an urgent document demanding the establishment of a harmonious Shadow Pavilion, enhancing the Shadow Guards' sense of pride, honor, and belonging to the Pavilion.

Gongye Bai shook his head and headed towards the residence of a high-ranking official in the city, his figure gradually disappearing into the dawn.

The sun was high in the sky, and the alleyway remained quiet, with the only two households still taking a nap. Then, a series of infuriating shouts erupted from the doors of the Shu and Fan families.

"Boss Fan! Boss Fan! Open the door! The Master is dead again!"

With bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep, Fan Qingbo frantically threw on a coat and got out of bed. He opened the door but almost stepped on someone.

"Having a seizure? What are you doing sleeping in front of my door?!"

Fan Bing was sitting on the floor, clutching his blanket and rubbing his eyes, clearly having just been woken up. Hearing her voice, he pouted, grabbed her leg, and shouted, "I'll protect my master!"

She paused for a moment, then realized that it was probably when her handsome brother brought her back in the early morning that he ran into Fan Bing waiting at the door and told him about her arrest. For the first time, she didn't kick him away when he tried to hug her leg. Perhaps it was the experience of surviving a close call that instilled in her a sense of gratitude; she thought that although this young man was having a fit of madness all the time, he was genuinely kind to her.

She raised her hand and touched his head, her movements somewhat stiff.

But soon, the stroking turned into whipping, because the boy on the ground was so moved by her rare display of humanitarian concern that he began to sob: "Waaah... It's all my fault! I was betrayed by Fifth Sister! I'm useless! I failed to protect my master! I swear! From today onwards, I will never leave my master's side! Whether it's eating, sleeping, bathing, working, going to the street, or even going to the outhouse, I will never let anyone have a chance to bully my master! Anyone who dares to harm my master will have to step over my dead body! Aww!"

She listened to him politely, then expressionlessly kicked out, evaded his attack, and walked past him to leave.

She thought that although the boy was genuinely kind to her, he was still too much to bear because he was having these episodes all the time.

Fan Qingbo crossed the courtyard and reached the gate. She noticed something strange about the knocking and, keeping a watchful eye, shouted loudly, "I'm opening the door! You're all not allowed to knock anymore!" The knocking stopped intermittently, and she carefully opened the door. Sure enough, she saw that each child was holding a stone.

In other words, if she opened the door directly, all those stones would hit her.

Should we praise these kids for being clever and quick-witted? They know that knocking on the door with their hands is both quiet and painful.

When the door opened, the group of kids, led by Pidan, dropped the stones they were holding and rushed forward, reporting their latest discovery all at once: "Brother Fan, the teacher is dead again! We can't wake him up no matter what we do! Sister Qiuyi has gone to fetch a doctor!"

Fan Qingbo was startled; all her drowsiness vanished. Remembering what happened last night, his poison, and the excessive blood loss after cutting his wrists, she began to worry that his ability to revive on the spot had malfunctioned, and that something was really wrong… Without a word, she pushed through the group of children and strode towards the study across the street.

Fan Bing, who had just caught up, followed closely behind, and the group of children were not to be outdone and kept up as well.

His breathing was steady, his face was rosy, his skin was fair, his eyebrows were delicate and his eyelashes were long... Well, I'm getting off topic. That's not important. What's important is that apart from his furrowed brows, there was nothing unusual about him.