The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

Chapter 18

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Third Aunt is the most senior among the servants in Youlong Castle, and all daily matters have to be arranged through her.

"The castle master wakes up at the Yin hour and goes to bed at the Chou hour."

Lu Shenxing rolled his eyelids. He got up earlier than a chicken and went to bed later than a dog.

"Eleven, from today on, you will live in this Cuilin Garden and be responsible for the daily life and cleaning of the castle owner." Sangu's face is like a dried orange peel. The right eye is missing the eyeball, leaving only the white of the eye. A very deep scar stretched from the corner of his right eye to his left ear, looking extremely hideous.

"We will eat in Wanyuan Residence, and we are not allowed to enter the study without the Lord's permission."

Lu Shenxing made a cautious expression and asked, "Third aunt, what if I accidentally go in?"

Sangu's eyes widened, "Then wait for death."

Lu Shenxing, "..."

"Master Xi Jing." Third Gu said with a straight face, "If you can't take care of your tongue, then just cut it off."

Lu Shenxing said softly, feeling pity for the ten people in front of him.

"Why are you dazed?" San Gu said sternly, "It is most taboo here to be dazed. Maybe next time you are dazed, the thing around your neck will be gone."

"Third aunt..." Lu Shenxing said with a smile, "You must have been very beautiful when you were young, just like what you saw in a painting."

The third aunt snorted and her tone softened slightly, "You're not old, but you have good eyesight."

Lu Shenxing squeezed her shoulders and said, "Third aunt, I see this mountain is so big. Apart from the study, is there any place that I can't go to?"

"The back mountain is a forbidden place, don't think about things you shouldn't think about." Third Gu said a few more words, "Stop that curiosity and serve the Lord of the castle honestly."

Lu Shenxing nodded and bowed to see off the third aunt, and when he turned around, he almost touched a handsome face.

Liu Huo, who was standing behind him at some point, said nothing and stared directly at Lu Shenxing with a look that could make people hairy.

The next moment he burst out laughing, "Hahahahaha, Xiao Eleven, you must be scared."

Lu Shenxing left silently. I just want to be quiet right now.

Liu Huo touched his chin. It was rare to see Third Gu without being scared to tears. There was always a rumor in Youlong Castle that Third Gu was scarier than a ghost. Even he could be scared to the point of sweating sometimes.

A voice suddenly came out from behind, "He doesn't look like he is thirteen or fourteen years old."

"It really doesn't look like it." Liuhuo turned to Weiyang and winked, "Looks like fifteen or sixteen?"

Wei Yang walked away, Liu Huo followed, "Maybe Xiao Shiyi is young and mature."

"Stop being so playful and smiling like me." Wei Yang kept walking, her red lips slightly parted, "If there is anything unusual, we can't keep it."

Liu Huo suddenly smiled bitterly, finding a servant was difficult.

At three quarters of the next day, before dawn, Lu Shenxing rolled out of the bed in great pain, combed his hair sleepily, yawned and went to get dressed.

After Lu Shenxing finished cleaning up, knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom, he saw Shen Cheng sitting on the bedside. His dark hair was disheveled and his clothes were loose, revealing a small piece of white chest. When he saw him, his handsome face There are no unnecessary expressions on it.

"Good morning, Castle Master."

Shen Chengxian glanced at him, speechless.

Lu Shenxing soaked the cloth in a basin and kneaded it until it was semi-dry, then spread it out and handed it over.

Shen Cheng took it and wiped his face casually. After washing, he stood up straight, opened his arms and nodded slightly.

Lu Shenxing didn't move at all, Shen Cheng didn't get angry or push him, he just maintained his noble and arrogant appearance.

"Master, do you want me to hold you?" Lu Shenxing's eyes flashed with light, and he quickly restrained himself. Why did he say, "I'm still young and can't hold you."

Shen Cheng's face, which was like a pool of stagnant water, finally showed a slight change. In a flash, two words came out from his lips, "Change clothes."

Lu Shenxing curled his lips with satisfaction from an angle that Shen Cheng couldn't see, and went over to get him some clothes.

Looking up, the height difference made Lu Shenxing blush instantly. The moment he put his feet up, his heart collapsed.

When adjusting Shen Cheng's front and collar, Lu Shenxing, who had to raise his feet higher, had a dark face.

Shen Cheng knew that this child who only reached his chest had many thoughts on his mind, but he had no intention of intervening or pursuing anything further.

Lu Shenxing, who had not yet adapted to his new identity, stood idle for a few seconds. He went over to shake the quilt, rolled it into a ball and put it in a corner.

They are all people who are determined to die, and they probably don't have the energy to care about these details.

When combing Shen Cheng's hair, Lu Shenxing pulled one off and had no reaction.

He pulled off four or five of them, secretly pinched his thigh hard, his eyes were moist, and he asked with fear and fear, "Fortress Master, does it hurt you?"

Shen Cheng gave him a faint glance, then swept his gaze from the group on the bed, and walked outside.

How is this different from The Walking Dead? Lu Shenxing cursed irritably.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, Shen Cheng would sit alone in the back hill for an hour every day when he woke up, doing nothing but sitting quietly.

Lu Shenxing stood at the foot of the mountain and scratched his neck. Time was running out. He had to find a way to attract Shen Cheng's attention and make him feel that there was still a reason to live.

The deep gray sky gradually turned white, layers of mist dispersed, and pale red clouds gathered in the east like a market.

Lu Shenxing wiped the moisture from his face. Could Shen Cheng be waiting for the sunrise

"Fortmaster, your hair is messed up."

Hearing the footsteps, Lu Shenxing walked over diligently, reached out and gently took the hair behind Shen Cheng's back and straightened it out. He raised his head and grinned at him, "Okay."

Shen Cheng's expression was cold, without any change and indifferent.

With all the horses racing in his heart, Lu Shenxing had to keep a smile on his face, and he had to be shy and nervous at the same time. Damn it, he really wanted to vomit blood.

When Lu Shenxing came to his senses, he was the only one left at the foot of the mountain.

In Wanyuan Juli, Liuhuo, who had been waiting there for a long time, saw Shen Cheng and came forward to say hello. He stretched his neck and looked back, "Fortmaster, where is Xiao Shiyi?"

Shen Cheng looked sideways, clearly asking who is Xiao Shiyi

"Your servant." Liu Huo looked incredulous, "Fortmaster, isn't it him who helps you wash up? He is small, has round eyes, and is dark and thin."

Wei Yang, who had just picked up the bowl next to her, twitched her lips when she heard that description.

Shen Cheng asked for the first time, "Why is it the eleventh day?"

Liuhuo held his forehead and said, "Fortmaster, because he is your eleventh servant."

Shen Cheng looked indifferent and stopped talking.

So, is it really gone? Liu Huo put down his chopsticks and was about to stand up when he saw a small figure passing by the window.

When people came in, he scanned up and down, "Xiao Shiyi, where have you been?"

Lu Shenxing glanced at Shen Cheng from the corner of his eye and walked toward him, "Guardian Zuo, I'm lost."

Liuhuo obviously didn't believe it. He found that this child was full of secrets.

There was a scent of fragrance wafting from the tip of his nose. Lu Shenxing stood with his head down, looking at his eyes, nose and heart. He was an honest and responsible child, and no one would pay attention to him for no reason.

"Fortmaster, this place is dirty."

Liuhuo and Weiyang looked up when they heard the sound, and they felt a little strange when they saw the child carefully removing a grain of porridge from the cuffs of the castle master.

They could tell that the child was really interested in the castle master.

Liuhuo showed a meaningful smile and said it directly.

Shen Cheng seemed not to have heard anything and drank his porridge slowly.

The corners of Lu Shenxing's eyes twitched. It was more than a sign of affection, he was simply offering sacrifices to his ancestors.

Every day after that, Lu Shenxing did enough funny things while ensuring his own safety, but Shen Cheng always ignored him.

He felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

On October 18, two days before Shen Cheng committed suicide, Lu Shenxing's mouth was so anxious that his mouth was blistering. He first went to San Gu's place to stay for a while, but found nothing, and then went to find Hua Bo.

That old man was the miracle doctor Fang Hu. Apart from him, only Shen Cheng knew about it.

Lu Shenxing didn't get any good looks for his previous blunders and was kicked out, until one time he happened to bump into Uncle Hua having an old problem and collapsed in the medicine garden. He ran over and helped him up.

From then on, he came around every now and then. No matter how eccentric Uncle Hua was, he was still an old man and liked to have someone to talk to.

Uncle Hua patted the bamboo basket and took off the herbs stuck to it. "Eleven, are you listening? This black grass is a good thing. You should wait a little longer and don't waste it."

"Listening." Lu Shenxing touched his head, "Uncle Hua, I just saw the big pot in the room boiling."

"Hey! You kid, why didn't you tell me earlier? I got the medicinal ingredients with great difficulty, and they are precious. If you don't pay attention to the heat, it will be over."

Hua Bo hurriedly entered the house, and Lu Shenxing took the opportunity to grab a handful of Suiwu grass from the bamboo basket on the ground, and returned to the Green Bamboo Garden as if nothing had happened.

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At three o'clock in the hour, Shen Cheng, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly felt that his mouth and tongue were dry. He got up and went to pour a cup of cold tea. The heat subsided a little. His half-lidded eyes suddenly opened, dark and cold, and then closed again, straight and straight. The ground fell.

The door opened slightly, and Lu Shen walked in. He grabbed Shen Cheng's legs and dragged him to the bed. He put one of his arms on his shoulders, passed his hand under the other person's armpit, pressed tightly with his five fingers, and tried with all his strength to pull him away. People pull up.

He still overestimated the strength of this body and fell onto Shen Cheng with just a few shakes.

"I have never served anyone like this in my life." Lu Shenxing looked down at Shen Cheng, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he lowered his head to bite his neck.

After licking the blood from his mouth, Lu Shen took off Shen Cheng's obscene pants and wrote seven big characters on his legs with a brush.

I am here for a visit.

When I woke up, I found bite marks on my neck, and those few words, which were so nakedly insulting and provocative, I probably wouldn't ignore them.

The next day, before dawn, Liu Huo and Wei Yang hurried to Cuizhu Garden, both of them looking murderous.

"Fortmaster, someone broke in last night."

Wei Yang said in a deep voice, "To be able to evade the formations and mechanisms quietly without being noticed by us, in the entire martial arts world, only the master of Yulin Tower can do it."

"They simply don't take us seriously." Liu Huo said as he took out a piece of white feather from his sleeve, his eyes flashing with excitement and bloodthirsty, "My subordinates have given orders that the people who have been put away will take action tonight. Do not stay."

The plan succeeded, and Lu Shenxing felt happy, so he listened to Shen Cheng and said, "Cancel."

Liu Huo asked the same doubt as Lu Shenxing, "Why?"

His slender fingers tapped the armrest of the chair one by one. Shen Cheng's face was cold and he pursed his lips in silence.

Lu Shenxing frowned. He felt like Shen Cheng glanced at him just now. It was an illusion.