El viaje de un mendigo alrededor del mundo

Capítulo 87

Recalling what had happened before, Li Chengxi's eyes filled with a deep smile. "Manager Fan is quite a remarkable person."

Xie Dongfeng suddenly had a bad feeling. "What...did she do?"

"She displayed remarkable skill, her power being comparable to that of the Seven Treasures Sect Leader. Hmm, and that exquisitely crafted silver chain on her wrist—after today's battle, it will surely replace the Silver Pen Scholar's silver pen and rank among the top weapons."

puff!

Xie Dongfeng spat out a mouthful of tea, not bothering to wipe it away, and grabbed Gongye Bai, ready to run outside, shouting, "To Qingmo Workshop! Quickly!"

It's a pity that even with Gongye Bai's excellent lightness skills, the place was deserted when he arrived.

"You heartless bastard! You just left like that! All my efforts to rescue you from the palace, cover your tracks, and bring you wealth were for nothing, and you eloped with a man without a word! How could you face your ex-man, me!" Xie Dongfeng cursed through gritted teeth, kicking the door with each curse.

"What are you laughing at! I've had a terrible day, but you're all smiles!" He's taking his anger out on me.

Gongye Bai covered his mouth and laughed, "As far as I know, you rescued her out of the palace out of personal desire. As for the two points about concealing your actions and making a fortune, you've got them backwards, Little Fengfeng?"

"I'm an upright gentleman, why would I need to hide anything? Xiao Bai, you're fabricating lies and slandering a high-ranking official! How about this, considering we were colleagues, I'm willing to settle this privately with you. One price, your entire year's salary is mine." No matter how grief-stricken he was by Fan Qingbo's departure, his stingy nature still prevented him from letting go of any opportunity to make money.

Gongye Bai touched his nose and sighed, "I don't know how many years' salary you've swindled from me. I've given you my whole life."

"What did you say? I can't hear you." Whether Xie Dongfeng's words were true or not was unknown, but his ears turning red was undeniable.

Gongye Bai didn't press the matter. He waved a letter in his hand and said, "It fell out when you kicked the door. Do you want to see it?"

[My ex-husband, my handsome brother: I'm running away. See you in the future.]

Following the short sixteen-character main text was a three-hundred-character footnote, which stated that it was dictated by Fan Qingbo and written by a scholar, expressing his apology for leaving in a hurry and not being able to polish the grammar and word choice, and his regret that he could not display his literary talent because his wife kept urging him.

Xie Dongfeng examined the letter several times, turning it inside out, and after finding nothing he wanted, he started kicking the door again. "Bastard! Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?! You sold yourself to my Huanxitian Palace! You ran away, fine, but at least leave some ransom money! You heartless wretch! All my efforts to rescue you from the palace and cover for you..."

A new round of rambling was about to begin, but it was interrupted by a single sentence from Gongye Bai.

He said, "East wind, let me resign from my post."

Xie Dongfeng was stunned by what he heard, his mouth agape, like a fool. After a long, long time, so long that he couldn't tell whether he had nodded or shaken his head, he saw the excessively handsome man in front of him suddenly laugh, laughing without any restraint. It was truly the first time he had ever seen someone as perfect as him laugh so hard that his gums were showing.

He thought he probably nodded. Perhaps it was the unpredictable August wind that drove people crazy.

It wasn't just Jie Dongfeng who had gone mad; a dozen kilometers away on the official road, another person sat in a carriage, sighing and lamenting.

"I actually left the capital! I actually left the capital... Now I can finally understand how Little Dragon Girl felt when she first emerged from the Ancient Tomb. What should I do? I wonder if I can understand what people from other places are saying. I guess everyone here can speak Mandarin, right?"

"Um!"

"Housing prices and the cost of living shouldn't be higher than in Beijing, right?"

"Um!"

"Won't the area be very dangerous because the emperor is far away?"

"Um!"

"Do you dare say anything other than 'um'?"

"Uh-huh?"

The person asking the question, Fan Qingbo, who had just run away, stretched out her slender finger and twisted the ear of the scholar who had been inexplicably excited but inexplicably slow to react. "Your wife is right in front of you. Where have you been daydreaming?"

The scholar cried out twice, then quickly pulled her hand down, held it in his palm, and stared at her with shining eyes, asking, "My lady, why are you willing to leave the capital?"

After the chaos at the Xiaoyao Teahouse, he naturally knew the consequences would be dire, but he never considered having his wife leave the capital with him to find a safer place. He knew clearly that it was her home, where all her family and close friends were. She always sought peace, and only the capital could provide her with safety. He had long ago resolved to protect that home by any means necessary, even if it meant committing murder.

To everyone's surprise, on the way home, his wife casually asked, "Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

He thought for a moment and then replied that he would like to go back to his hometown if he had the chance.

Then they boarded the carriage heading south. It all happened so suddenly that the scholar still couldn't believe it. "Wife, am I dreaming? Why?"

"Why? It's not safe in the capital anymore." Fan Qingbo shook off his hand and leaned over to play with his eyelashes. He seemed a little nervous, blinking faster and faster, his eyelashes brushing against her fingertips, making her feel a little ticklish. She laughed, "Besides, a woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog, or a martial arts master who runs all over the mountains."

The scholar, his face flushed with embarrassment, wanted to struggle but dared not exert himself. Dissatisfied with her somewhat perfunctory answer yet unsure of what he truly wanted, he could only stammer, "I am not a martial arts master; I have crippled myself. I am a schoolteacher..."

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, husband, hehe." Fan Qingbo got more and more into it, and lay on top of the scholar. When he tried to struggle, she threatened, "It's your daughter who wants to play with her dad's eyelashes. If you don't let her, she'll kick me."

Ideally, the fetus, less than three months old, would kick her. No one would believe such nonsense, yet it terrified the scholar, making him stiffen and lie obediently, letting her do as she pleased. Even later, when he became a renowned gynecologist, he never doubted that his wife was bluffing him, simply assuming she was inexperienced due to her first pregnancy.

And so, the couple began to play around without restraint inside the not-so-spacious carriage.

"Idiot, are we really that invisible?" the ignored person asked weakly from the corner.

"Waaaaah, Master must be ignoring me on purpose. Master must be angry with me..." Fan Bing, the one being ignored, cried with aggrieved and suppressed emotions.

"You idiot, look how badly your master treats you, you still want to follow me around like that?!"

A scream rang out. Fan Bing held a silver needle in one hand and pointed to a basin of silver needles beside him with the other, grinning sinisterly: "If you call me an idiot again, believe me, I'll stick all these back into your body?"

"Hey, you little bastard who betrays his master! Is this how you treat your master?!" The ignored one, who was Fan Bing's master in the Shadow Pavilion, was Shadow Guard Twelve, who shouted loudly.

It turned out that Fan Bing had gone to buy groceries and happened to run into Twelve, who had been ordered to find him to return to the Shadow Pavilion and become the Shadow Master. Upon hearing this, Fan Bing naturally tried to escape, and Twelve chased after him all the way to the Xiaoyao Teahouse. The scholar and Fan Qingbo immediately recognized Fan Bing's servile leaping posture, so throwing knives and needles were unleashed, naturally hitting the pursuing Twelve.

An hour had passed, and less than half of the needles on Twelve's body had been removed—poor thing. What was even more pitiful was that he had such a servile disciple. Fan Bing finally couldn't take it anymore, threw down the tweezers he used to remove the needles, and pounced on Fan Qingbo.

"Master! It's okay if you're angry with me, you can hit me or scold me, just don't ignore me!"

He was crying so hard, with snot and tears streaming down his face, which was quite unhygienic. The scholar couldn't help but speak up for him, "Wife, don't be angry with Shouheng. As the saying goes, it is never too late to correct one's mistakes. Shouheng has already repented and abandoned his martial arts."

Fan Qingbo shoved the scholar aside and glared at him, saying, "I almost forgot you were an accomplice too. No wonder I said you two were exchanging glances every day recently; you really were secretly colluding, keeping it from me! You can stay out of here too!"