Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 4

The curtain was lifted, and Dieyun entered.

"Young lady, please drink your medicine!"

Looking at the dark, murky medicinal soup, she felt a wave of nausea. She never took herbal medicine; she'd vomit every time she tried. But this medicine…

Just as he was deep in thought, the old man stood up and said, "Dieyun, change the medicine too."

When Na Dieyun heard his master order him to change Wei Zijun's dressing, his face turned red to his neck. "Master! I won't change it! You do it!"

"You're calling me an old man... how am I supposed to switch?! You've been the one switching from beginning to end, why are you telling me, an old man, to switch?!"

“You change this time!” Dieyun murmured, head bowed.

"Master, I can change it myself! Just tell me what medicine to use." Wei Zijun reached out to stop the master and apprentice from shirking their responsibilities.

"No!" The master and apprentice stopped them at the same time.

"No problem at all, it's a very simple thing, Master, I can do anything." Don't think she can't change it; she's even changed fuses before.

“You can’t do it. You have to scrape off the old scab before applying the new medicine, and each time you use a different medicine, so that it won’t leave a scar! Dieyun knows how to make you feel no pain.”

"Dieyun! Then help me change!" Hearing that it would hurt, Wei Zijun immediately pointed at Dieyun. The master saw the result and withdrew with satisfaction.

Looking at his face, which was flushed red from head to toe, Wei Zijun thought to herself: "He didn't even reveal much! Just a little flesh next to the wound! Is it really that big of a deal?" Wei Zijun didn't see anything wrong with it. Firstly, she just thought of him as a child. Secondly, she was a modern person. Every year during her physical exam, if she was unlucky enough to encounter a male doctor at the breast clinic, she'd still lie down and let him massage her! One shouldn't avoid seeking medical help for fear of illness!

How old is Dieyun?

Wei Zijun wanted to divert his embarrassment.

"Twenty!" Dieyun replied.

"Twenty!?" Wei Zijun exclaimed in surprise.

Is there something wrong?

"No...it's just because...you look only fourteen or fifteen years old."

"Fourteen or fifteen?!?" Dieyun's face was somewhat distorted.

"Is there something wrong?" Wei Zijun blinked her innocent eyes.

Hmph! Dieyun exerted force with her hand.

"Ouch! Hiss—didn't you say it wouldn't hurt?!"

Seeing Wei Zijun's pained expression, he felt a pang of pity.

"Don't be so disrespectful! You have to call me 'brother'!" Die Yun's face darkened. He was angry because this woman always made his heart race, while she acted as if nothing was wrong.

"Brother? Heh... You should just call me sister!" You little brat, you think you can be a brother?

"How old are you?" Dieyun asked, somewhat puzzled.

"How old do you think I am?" I really don't know how old I am now.

"Your master said you must be seventeen or eighteen years old."

Seventeen or eighteen? "Master guessed right, I'm eighteen." Anyway, I don't know, so whatever he says goes.

"Then why don't you call me 'brother'!"

"Brother?! You little bean sprout?!"

"What?! Dou Ding?! You...you...humph!" Die Yun put down her trembling hands, turned around and walked out.

After a while, perhaps having calmed down outside, Dieyun lifted the curtain again.

"Dieyun, do you have a mirror?"

"No!"

"You don't even have a mirror? Are you angry? Aren't you going to find one for me?" Wei Zijun laughed.

"What would my master and I, two grown men, need a mirror for? We really don't have one!" she replied irritably.

"Dieyun, what do I look like?"

"You..." Suddenly her face turned red, and her voice dropped eight octaves, becoming barely audible as she said, "Beautiful!"

"Good-looking? How so?"

Dieyun glared fiercely at Wei Zijun. "I don't know!"

"Hmm? You won't tell me?" Wei Zijun raised her long eyebrows slightly, her eyes half-smiling, glancing sideways at Die Yun.

"Sigh! Women... I mean, you're not as unattractive as those other women!"

"How can a woman be ugly?!"

"It's those women, they always think they're beautiful, they're always so delicate and sweet, it's annoying to look at them."

"Feeling bored? Hahaha... That's because Dieyun hasn't grown up yet. When Dieyun grows up, she won't feel bored looking at them anymore."

"You... that's not how it is. Annoying is annoying, and that will never change, no matter what."

"Really! Don't be stubborn later. You still haven't described what I look like!"

"Alas! Women! They only care about their faces. How pathetic!" He sighed insincerely, then said, "Master said that if we only consider appearance, you are not a stunning beauty, but you have an unparalleled charm! What charm!? Let me see?" He then pretended to examine Wei Zijun's face, staring at it for a while, and his face, which had just lost its color, turned red again.