Intelligence Ultime

Chapitre 222

For a gentleman like Feng Xuese, tidying up his appearance in front of a strange woman would be an impossible task. But for some reason, he felt completely at ease washing his face and hair in front of Zhu Huihui. He found it strange; was it that he wasn't treating Zhu Huihui as a stranger, or that he wasn't treating her as a girl?

The disguise herb juice on his face had already dissolved after being splashed by the rain, and after careful washing, his fair skin was revealed again.

As he wiped his face, he asked, "Grey, are you going to wash up?"

Zhu Huihui immediately replied, "I've already washed!"

Feng Xuese knew immediately that this lazybones was lying again—she would never get wet unless forced to! He wanted to urge her on, but her answer would always be: "I'm soaked to the bone from the rain, so consider it God washing me!" To avoid getting annoyed, he finally sighed and thought, "Fine, let her be!"

Zhu Huihui took the basin of water out, then came back and plopped down on the bed. What luck! She actually got to sleep in a bed today! The bed was hard, and the cotton in the quilt was thin, but it was still much more comfortable than a pile of straw!

Feng Xuese groped her way to sit on the edge of the bed: "Zhu Huihui!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Let me see your leg injury." He was worried that her fever wasn't just from being in the rain, but could also be caused by the injury on her leg.

"Yes, hero!" Zhu Huihui stretched out one of his injured legs, removed the bamboo boards and strips of cloth binding it, then rolled up the old woman's fat trouser leg, took his hand, and placed it on his calf.

His snow-white fingertips touched her cool, smooth skin, then hesitantly pulled back for a moment before reaching out again to gently stroke her. Sigh! Although the bone wasn't broken, a fracture was almost as bad as a broken bone. She hadn't had a proper rest all day, and her bones were even dislocated.

He sighed: "It must hurt a lot, right?"

"It's alright!" Zhu Huihui said bravely. Actually, it hurt a lot, but crying and screaming wouldn't change the pain, so what was the point?

"Grey, what are your plans for the future?"

"I don't have any plans."

"Don't you want to study?"

Zhu Huihui replied resolutely, "No! Absolutely not!"

"You don't want to learn martial arts either?"

"Well, if there were some kind of magic pill that could turn you into a master with just one pill, I'd be willing to learn it!" It would save me from being bullied and humiliated wherever I go!

"What kind of magic pills and elixirs? Those are just stories made up to fool children. How can you believe them!"

"Then I don't want to learn martial arts."

"So what do you plan to do in the future?"

"Afterwards?" Zhu Huihui thought for a moment, resting her chin on her hand. "First, I need to bring Huahua back. Then, I should probably go find my old mother again!" Actually, she'd just wander around aimlessly, but she never wanted to go back to that so-called martial arts world again. That wretched place was too dangerous; it wasn't a place for someone like her!

"Still wandering around? Sleeping in dilapidated temples when tired, stealing chickens and steamed buns when hungry?"

Zhu Huihui casually replied, "Right? I don't have any money!" Suddenly realizing something, she immediately hid her hands behind her back. "No! I've stopped stealing. I've become a good person!" That old man is really wicked; he actually tricked her into revealing information!

Feng Xuese smiled slightly: "If I send someone to help you find your mother, will you still be wandering around?"

He tried to talk to her while repositioning her bones, placing the splint, and wrapping the bandages back on. Hmm, she should probably take some bone-setting medicine, both internally and externally, but he didn't have any on hand…

"Sure! I have nowhere else to go anyway! Ouch, sir, be gentle, that's a leg, not a stick!" Zhu Huihui complained, enduring the pain.

Feng Xuese gently stroked her head, his hand damp with cold sweat, and his heart ached slightly. Sigh, Zhu Huihui is such a strange child! Normally, even if he just threatened her with a sword, she'd whine incessantly, but when faced with such excruciating pain, even sweating profusely, she didn't utter a single sound.

This child, when he's well-behaved even once in a while, it's really heartbreaking.

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Author's Note:

I've been so busy since I woke up today that I haven't even had a chance to drink some water. I'm only just now finding time to update.

Are you all getting impatient? Don't worry, I'll update daily, it just takes time to find the time.

Zhu Huihui's pain subsided slightly, and he couldn't help but ask again, "Great hero, do you mean you can let me go now?"

Feng Xuese nodded and said, "Actually, you can leave at any time. You know I won't really cut off your leg."

Zhu Huihui muttered, "You weren't so kind at first; you really meant to chop me up back then!"

"What?"

“It’s nothing!” Zhu Huihui said immediately. “Then, is it okay if I leave at daybreak?”

"OK."

"Really? Will it work?"

Feng Xuese nodded slightly: "When have I ever gone back on my word?"

"So many times! You always said you'd cut off my head and my legs, but you haven't done it yet!" Zhu Huihui thought to herself.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Feng Xue asked. They were still in grave danger; it would be too risky for her to travel alone, especially with her injured leg. But—traveling with him would be just as dangerous…

"Of course I'm not leaving!" Zhu Huihui said matter-of-factly. "I'll take you home before I leave!"

Feng Xuese was slightly taken aback: "Take me home?"

"Yes! When I returned to the cave to find you, I already swore an oath that no matter what, I would escort you all the way home!" Zhu Huihui said. "You're too trusting of others. You have a face that makes you easy to deceive, especially now that you can't see. Although my martial arts skills aren't great, I'm very clever. I can at least protect and take care of you. If anyone tries to deceive you, they won't succeed while I'm here!"

Feng Xuese found it both funny and absurd that she described herself as having "a face that looks like it's been fooled." However, he felt a strange sense of gratitude—after years of roaming the martial world and being invincible, this was the first time he had heard of someone wanting to protect and take care of him, especially since the person who said it was a complete troublemaker and a glutton!

Perhaps, when he was full of vigor and confidence, he would have simply laughed off those words. But now, with darkness before him and an uncertain future, her words softened his heart...

The warmth of her tiny paws still lingered in his hands; those dark little paws had led him fearlessly forward in the dark world. The weight of her body still clung to his back; she had been his eyes, supporting him as he charged into enemy territory, undaunted by death…

It turns out, he trusted her so much...

Feng Xuese stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: It seems that no matter how tough a man usually is, he will have moments of weakness when he is sick and in distress.

"Grey Grey, do you want to come to Maple Snow City with me?"

The only response he received was soft, steady breathing; the carefree Zhu Huihui had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Feng Xuese remained silent for a moment, then placed her hand on her forehead. Her palm felt cool; the fever had truly subsided.

This child has a very special constitution; it seems that no disease or poison can invade him.

He smiled slightly, fumbled to pull the blanket over her, then sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly, his inner energy filling his meridians...

Zhu Huihui quietly opened one eye and looked at his handsome profile. Her usually simple and happy heart became chaotic. She stared blankly for a long time before finally closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Outside the eaves, a dense rain fell incessantly, dripping onto the empty steps until dawn...

"Zhu Huihui!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Don't throw lime in someone's face when I'm fighting with the enemy!"

"Yes, hero!" Well, anyway, I still have several bags of flour, ginger powder, and Sichuan peppercorn powder in my pocket!

"Great hero, these enemies today are too stupid!"

"how?"

"They knew they couldn't win, yet they charged forward desperately. I think they weren't there to kill, but to commit suicide!"

"hehe!"

"If it were me, I'd have at least a hundred ways to harm you, why bother with all this trouble!"

"Tell me about it."

"For example, when I see a well, I'll lead you straight there; for example, I'll put cockroaches in your food; for example, I'll put nails in your bed; for example, I'll secretly tear your clothes so you'll fall off when you're walking down the street..."

Feng Xuese was truly impressed! He couldn't avoid any of these dirty tricks! But then again, who in the whole world could come up with such a despicable scheme besides himself, who else could do it?

He couldn't help but slap her hard on the buttocks, and made up his mind to be more wary of this scoundrel in the future!

"Why are you getting angry? They were just using an analogy!"

"Don't make a sound, the enemy is coming again!"

"Ah, I see it! It's in the direction of departure, about thirty feet away from us."

"Put your lime away! If you litter again, I'll chop off your hand!" A flash of lightning, carrying two figures, rushed towards the enemy...

Yueyang, formerly known as Baling, is a very prosperous city. The most famous place in the city is Yueyang Tower. Fan Zhongyan's "Record of Yueyang Tower" contains the famous line, "Be the first to worry about the world's troubles and the last to enjoy its pleasures," which has been sung for thousands of years.

It was midday, and the usually bustling Yueyang Tower was unusually quiet. Many visitors wanted to go upstairs, but upon reaching the entrance, they were stopped by four guards with swords at their sides. Some people in the know secretly told the tourists that Yueyang Tower had been booked by a distinguished guest for the day, and they should postpone their visit until another day.

On Yueyang Tower, a man in a light fur coat and loose belt leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance.

The wind from Dongting Lake blew his pale yellow shirt, making his clothes flutter and creating a scene as if he were in a painting.

Behind him, a fair-skinned, beardless middle-aged man was intently brewing a pot of tea.

"Young Prince, the tea is ready!" The man's voice was somewhat shrill, sounding almost like a woman's.

The man in yellow seemed not to hear, and after a long while, slowly extended a hand.

That hand had fair skin and long, slender fingers. A pale yellow sleeve partially covered the wrist, swaying gently in the wind, elegant and graceful.

The middle-aged man hurriedly placed a delicate white jade teacup into the man in the yellow shirt's palm.

The man in the yellow shirt casually withdrew his hand, brought the teacup to his lips, and just as he was about to drink, his gaze fell on a certain spot outside the building, and he suddenly stared blankly into thought.

The middle-aged man held his breath and waited for a long time before cautiously calling out softly, "Young Prince! Young Prince!"

The man in yellow was taken aback: "Steward Qin!"

"Your servant is here!"