After the rain, the mountains turn green and the clouds disappear, revealing the sun.
There was a sudden rain in the middle of yesterday night, with heavy rain and thunder. The next day, the sky was clear and blue.
“Meow~~~~”
“Meow~~~~”
“Meow meow meow~~~~”
The sweet meow of a cat sounded in the house.
The light from the window jumped into the house through the gap, playfully falling on Qishan's thick and long eyelashes. A light-colored tiger-striped civet cat, not even the size of an adult's palm, meowed. It was still too young, and its limbs did not have enough strength to support it on a long journey.
It woke up from the bamboo basket pillow without knowing when, staggered to the pillow bed. It looked at it in a daze, raised its front paws and pushed the "obstacle" in its way forward.
The "obstacle" cannot be pushed and is still soft.
It used both claws and struggled to climb half of its body onto the face of the "obstacle". Perhaps out of curiosity, it licked again and again with its tongue. The touch was gentle and slightly itchy, and the "obstacle" in the nightmare seemed to sense it.
His brows knitted slightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. With the joint efforts of the cat and the sunlight, the "obstacle" showed signs of waking up.
Qishan felt like he had a very long nightmare.
I woke up but I couldn't remember the content of the dream, but that extremely dark and suffocating feeling kept lingering in my mind and could not be shaken off.
He tried his best to break free from the nightmare and suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he couldn't adapt to the bright morning light outside, and his eyes were filled with physiological mist uncontrollably.
He closed his eyes and relaxed, waiting for the discomfort to pass.
As his senses gradually returned to their original positions, he also felt his throat itching and waves of tearing sensations in his chest. He frowned and endured it, finally suppressing the sweet and fishy feeling in his throat.
“Ahem…”
“Meow~~~”
Because Qishan tilted his head, the cat's previous efforts were gone. It whimpered as if aggrieved, and stared at the "giant" so close with its clear green eyes. Qishan's coughing suddenly stopped, and he turned his head in disbelief.
Two pairs of eyes, one black and one green, met each other at close range.
Qishan could even touch the cat’s soft fur with the tip of his nose.
"How did you—"
With his right elbow bent, he supported himself on the bed, slowly sat up, and placed the cat on the bed, looking around at the familiar environment. Only then did he realize that there was another person in the room. Young Master Shen was holding the long sword, leaning against the door and taking a nap, with his head slightly tilted.
She had a peaceful sleep face and seemed to be sleeping soundly.
But when Qishan looked over, she woke up.
"Yuanliang, are you awake?" Shen Tang got up and put away the Kind Mother Sword. He yawned lazily, raised his hand to rub away the remaining sleepiness in the corners of his eyes, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go to the east kitchen to get you some food. After you eat, take the medicine, and then sleep for a while..."
Qishan stroked the cat's fur with his palm.
As soon as he woke up, he recalled the scenes before he fell into a coma.
Only the little guy in the palm of his hand could calm him down. Perhaps the most angry and shocked stage had passed. When he thought about the news now, although he still felt uncomfortable and upset, he did not have the urge to kill Zheng Qiao's ten clans.
"Mr. Shen, what is this..."
Shen Tang was also confused, thinking that Qi Shan was asking him why he slept with the sword in his arms, so he explained, "Didn't I offend Gu Chi yesterday? I was worried that he would be petty and send assassins to kill me overnight, so I slept with the sword in my arms just in case."
Qi Shan said: "That's not what I'm asking."
"Then what about this cat?" Shen Tang saw the cat on his palm and thought he had finally connected to the right channel. He explained, "Because you were vomiting blood and unconscious last night, it was too scary. I didn't know when you would wake up, and I was worried that it would delay the auspicious day you chose. So, I brought the 'bride price' for your cat slave to your house early in the morning to 'propose'. Yuanliang, you can't be so fussy with me about this, right? It doesn't matter who goes to 'propose', anyway, the cat bride is back for you, right?"
Qishan: “…”
Mr. Shen's focus always led him astray, and the remaining pain in his heart also dissipated by 70% to 80%, leaving more helplessness and amusement. He had no choice but to "strike first" to avoid another long paragraph from Shen Tang as soon as he opened his mouth: "Have you been guarding here all the time?"
What he wanted to ask was why Mr. Shen had been guarding like this all the time
Shen Tang told the truth: "Not all the time. I took a shift with Mr. Wuhui and went to the morning market to buy some breakfast."
Qishan: “…”
While he was in a daze, Shen Tang brought the medicine and minced meat porridge over. There was still some minced meat porridge left that Chu Yao made last night, which was kept warm in the east kitchen. Qi Shan's health was not very good now, and his stomach was not in good condition, so he could only eat something easy to digest and nutritious.
Qi Shan didn't say much, just whispered a thank you, and without frowning, he drank the whole bowl of bitter medicine in one breath.
"I didn't expect your health was so bad..."
I was so angry last night that I vomited blood and was barely able to breathe.
Shen Tang was worried that he would die if she didn't see him. Fortunately, his breath gradually recovered in the morning, so she went out to eat some breakfast. It was also the first time she realized that people could really die of anger...
Qi Shan said, "It's actually okay."
"You lied without even blushing."
Qishan explained with a wry smile: "Shan's health is not bad, but the burden brought by the way of the scholar is too great, so it is inevitable that he will be weak."
The sword on his waist is really not a decoration. Although his fighting power is not as good as Shen Tang who is drunk and can kill everyone, he is not too stressed when dealing with three or five ordinary men. This coma is really an exception.
"Have you used your scribe skills?"
Qi Shan said: "There are no hidden dangers left over from the past at the moment."
Shen Tang: "Before?"
Qi Shan smiled and said, "Kill the master."
Every time, the lord who was loyal to him broke his promise first, but Qishan was safe and sound. However, he had to provide the spiritual energy required for the backlash, which was more or less a burden. It was no problem once or twice, but when it happened more often, he would naturally feel more pressure.
Shen Tang: "... Can you recover your health?"
Qi Shan smiled and said, "You can take care of him. You can either live in seclusion for a few years or seek refuge with a lord who will not break his promise easily."
Shen Tang patted his shoulder with a heavy face: "Then you should recuperate for a few years. The world is so chaotic, it won't be calm for a while, and it's not too late for you to come out. Listen to me, health is the greatest capital of revolution. Also, don't get angry in the future. Zheng Qiao is so chaotic, not only will the survivors of Xin country be forced to rebel, but the people of Geng country will sooner or later be unable to tolerate his atrocities..."
What’s the point of spending money if you don’t have any capital
Most importantly—
Although Qishan did not elaborate, judging from his understated tone, he had probably killed more than one boss in recent years. His scholarly ways were too overbearing, so the next boss should keep his eyes open and make a careful choice.
For his health and for his boss's life.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.
Qishan: “…”
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