Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 6

Upon seeing this, I was greatly surprised.

[Volume 1, Deer City Chapter: Chapter 5 Shock]

This was no small matter.

The person in the water had eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips exactly like her own—it was clearly Wei Zijun herself. Even the small mole on her temple was identical. No wonder she hadn't felt anything amiss these past few days, nor had she noticed anything wrong with her voice; it was still her own deep, gentle voice.

She still seems to be herself! But something seems off. How could she, in modern times, be standing on the battlefield in armor? What's wrong here? She couldn't help but examine her reflection in the water again, and finally discovered a clue.

She was now the same girl she was when she was seventeen or eighteen. Her smooth skin was still there, her gaze that surveyed everything was still there, even her flamboyant, domineering aura remained. At first glance, she couldn't see the difference. But upon closer inspection, she did indeed appear more youthful.

It's tentatively confirmed that this is herself. But what about her modern self? She wasn't in a car accident, she didn't die. Was she sucked away by the waterfall? But what about her ancient self? Could she have ended up in her modern body? Oh no, that's terrible! Her ancient self can't drive. Could there really be two of her? Or maybe her ancient self got tired of playing around and asked her to fill in for her? This is chaos! Complete chaos!

He kept slapping his forehead, trying to make sense of things.

Could these be two parallel spacetimes in the universe? One spacetime is a reflection of itself? And then, for some reason, the spacetimes intersected? No, no, how could it be a reflection? I clearly have flesh and blood, and feel pain and warmth. Sigh! Everything's a mess! Everything's a mess again!

After wasting 13,520 brain cells, she finally decided to give up.

I don't want to think about it anymore! Life and death are in the hands of fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven. Damn it! How could I have been thrown into such a godforsaken place! If I was going to go anywhere, I should have gone thousands of years into the future, not come back. Oh dear! Could it be? I disappeared into that time and space and returned to the ancient times I used to live in? And with the speed of light, my age has decreased by a few years? That seems to be the best explanation so far.

Forget it, I won't pursue it anymore. Anyway, I can't figure it out. The only thing that comforts her right now is that she is still herself.

But how was she supposed to live? No car, no bathroom, no flush toilet, not even sanitary napkins. And, I'd heard, people in ancient times used bamboo strips to defecate! Good heavens!

Wei Zijun sighed, lay down on the ground, and pondered her thoughts.

How should she begin her life? What should she do here? How can she build a career?

She is a strong-willed person, and no matter when or where, she will always stand up for herself and her loved ones.

With her superior intelligence, unparalleled talent, and extraordinary willpower, she could single-handedly build a multinational corporation's Hong Kong branch in modern times. Here, why couldn't she also create something new and exciting?

Thinking of Bayer International Group, Wei Zijun's relaxed brows furrowed again. She wasn't just a President, but a promising one, constantly being promoted. The board had just passed a resolution that meant she would soon take over the entire Asia-Pacific region. Truly, fate is unpredictable; years of hard work had vanished. And what would become of her private shops and businesses? Alas, was it a case of heaven being jealous of talent? Or had she done something to incur divine wrath? She knew she was kind-hearted, compassionate, and had given countless amounts of money. In business, she always followed the rules and never cheated anyone. In her life, besides two men, she had never wronged anyone, nor owed anyone a single penny.

The more I thought about it, the more resentful I became, but what could I do? The fact was that everything had returned to the starting point, and everything had to start all over again.

Wei Zijun patted her forehead, forcing herself not to complain. "Catch shrimp! Go catch shrimp!"

Sigh! I'd better go catch shrimp!

Those who understand the times are wise.

Fortunately, she has an optimistic nature and an exceptionally strong heart. Therefore, her resilience seems to be a notch above others.

After gathering her thoughts, she returned to her master's side, and Dieyun also came out to help.

For the past few days, I've been wearing Dieyun's clothes.

Dieyun and she were about the same height, both around 1.7 meters, so the length was just right, only a little too big. However, the loose-fitting coarse cloth robe hanging on Wei Zijun's slender shoulders had a unique charm, possessing a graceful beauty. The only drawback was the overly long sleeves.

To make catching shrimp easier, Wei Zijun rolled up her sleeves all the way to her elbows. However, the sleeves were too loose and kept slipping down, so she simply rolled them up all the way to her shoulders, revealing two smooth, slender arms and a pair of delicate, rounded shoulders.

"Look at you, you look like a country bumpkin." Looking at the clothes that someone had tormented, Dieyun frowned. Actually, what he wanted to say was: How could a young lady expose such a large part of her arm?

The sight of those snow-white arms was indeed dazzling.

“Living in this desolate wilderness, aren’t you just a country bumpkin? I’m just a dutiful village woman, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?” Wei Zijun retorted mercilessly.

"You...you...you're ungrateful!" Die Yun glared angrily, stammering for a long time. She was doing it for her own good, and she didn't appreciate it!

"What do you mean, 'you'? You called me a country bumpkin, does that mean you're nice to me?" She turned around and glared at the person behind her.

"You, you, you..."

"I...I...I...What's wrong?" Wei Zijun also stuttered, imitating Die Yun.

"Hahahaha..." The master laughed loudly from the side. "Dieyun, when it comes to arguing, you are no match for Ziju."

"Then let's fight. I don't believe I can't handle you." As soon as she finished speaking, Dieyun swiftly flicked her finger and tapped Wei Zijun on the back of the neck. She opened her mouth to curse but couldn't utter a sound.

Is this the acupoint for silencing someone?

Wei Zijun tugged at her master's sleeve for help, then turned back to look at Die Yun's laughing face, and used the sharp daggers in her eyes to slowly torture him from head to toe.

Master laughed and gently tapped her ear an inch below the ear. The first thing Wei Zijun said after being freed was, "Master! I want to learn martial arts!" After saying that, she glared fiercely at someone behind her.

"Martial arts? Of course you should learn them, but you'll have to wait until you're feeling better. Then your master will pass on all the knowledge he has learned in his life." The master said it very naturally, as if it were a matter of course.

"Master, you've never taken on any disciples in your life, not even those martial arts geniuses with exceptional talent. Why would you take on a little girl like her?" Die Yun was utterly astonished. He completely ignored the gaze that was darting all over him.

“Dieyun, you grew up by my side since you were little, so it’s only natural for you to call me ‘Master’. I, ‘Juyun Sou’, have been wandering the world for decades, and everyone respects my name or calls me ‘Senior’, but no one dares to call me ‘Master’. But Zijun called me ‘Master’ as soon as she arrived. Zijun is my destined disciple, Juyun Sou’s disciple.” After saying this, he looked at Wei Zijun with loving eyes.

Wei Zijun was overjoyed. She never expected that a casual call would summon a real master. This old man must be quite skilled.

Hearing her master say this, Dieyun stopped arguing and just gave Wei Zijun a defiant snort.

"Master, shouldn't we have a ceremony? I... I don't have a gift yet." The more she spoke, the more embarrassed she became. People in ancient times respected ceremonies, and the ceremony of becoming a disciple should be indispensable.

Seeing her ashamed expression, Juyun Sou burst into laughter. "Let's skip the ceremony. You've already called me master, which means the master-disciple relationship has already been fulfilled. I'll let you have it for now."

"Then... I will definitely make up for today's gift in the future." Wasn't this taking advantage of him a bit too much? Wei Zijun muttered to himself. He was eating and drinking at their expense, his life was given to him, and he was even learning their skills. As the saying goes, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude, let alone such a great favor. He should at least offer a generous gift in the future.