Who can hurt Zhong Wenjin here? The painting and calligraphy are always there, if there is a sound of fighting, he will definitely notice it.
Wen Chan turned his head to look at the calligraphy and painting, with doubts hidden in his eyes, but the calligraphy and painting shook his head slightly.
Zhong Wenjin didn't care, his brows were listless, and he said in a low voice, "No one hurt me, I picked the black scab myself."
Holding the water basin in his arms, he opened the door and walked into the room. The atmosphere around him was very depressed.
Wen Chan then followed in, and closed the door of the calligraphy and painting, puzzled, "What are you doing picking that black scab, it's almost ready, if you're really bored, you can come to me."
Speaking of this, he remembered, "Didn't you say you would come to find me in the afternoon today?"
"It's not because of boredom." Zhong Wenjin wet the cloth, wiped the blood on his heart with downcast eyes, his movements were not gentle at all, even a little rough, but his face was always calm, as if he didn't feel any pain.
Wen Chan couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and grabbed the cloth towel, and sighed, "Why are you doing this, you are the one who hurts your body and suffers."
Zhong Wenjin didn't fight back, and sat down with his head down, the blood from his heart was still oozing out, he took a look, and said in a flat tone, "The pain outside is better than the pain inside."
Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, this young master who only thinks about how to bully others, when will he be able to say such philosophical words
"What you have to do is to stop the pain on the outside and inside." Wen Chan threw the cloth towel back into the basin.
While having lunch, he was obviously still cheerful, but after not seeing him all afternoon, Zhong Wenjin fell into such a low state. Wen Chan thought that he was reminded of his parents, so he felt uncomfortable, and persuaded him earnestly, "It's nothing It’s an impenetrable hurdle.”
"Instead of hurting yourself like this, it's better to hurt those who give you pain."
"Then what if the person who gives me pain is someone I can't bear to hurt?" Zhong Wenjin asked in a low voice.
"Then you..." Wen Chan couldn't find the answer to this question, just like Liang Yanbei, most of the pain in his heart in the previous life came from him, but Wen Chan never had the heart to avenge the pain back in any way.
To put it bluntly, Zhong Wenjin's question at this moment is exactly the question that Wen Chan has always been on the tip of his heart.
"Then you can't hurt yourself like this." Wen Chan changed the subject, thinking that it's right to persuade anyway, and there is no need to say great things to Zhong Wenjin.
Zhong Wenjin touched the wound on his heart and said, "I thought, if my flesh hurts a bit, maybe my heart won't hurt so much."
"What's the result? Do you still feel pain in your heart now?"
"It's useless." Zhong Wenjin shook his head slightly, "Nothing can cover the pain in my heart."
He is usually like a little beast with teeth and claws, but now for some reason, he is downcast and makes people feel pitiful for no reason.
Wen Chan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be like this in the future, are you stupid?"
He was dejected and silent, and he could see that his mood was really decadent.
Wen Chan said in a coaxing tone, "Come on, let Master Wen give you the medicine, and let's have some fun after the medicine is done."
"What kind of fun?" Zhong Wenjin finally became interested when he heard about looking for fun, and looked up at him.
"Didn't we all get into the bandit's den by that Tang Yixiao before?" Wen Chan rubbed the cloth towel in the water and wrung it clean, "He thought he could write off the matter with a single apology? We must give him some Little lesson."
These words seemed to hit Zhong Wenjin's heart, his eyes lit up suddenly, not like the bleakness just now, "You want to go with me, I want to find you this afternoon, just for this matter."
Zhong Wenjin took care of this kind of thing, not because he had to report his flaws, but because Tang Yixiao really made him miserable, he worked as a coolie in the bandits' den for several days, and he was always empty-headed. It was the most miserable few days since he lived to this age.
Don't teach Tang Yixiao a lesson, it's really hard for him to swallow this breath.
"Later, let's go to Miss Situ for some medicine." Wen Chan handed the cloth towel to Calligraphy and asked him to wipe the wound and the blood on Zhong Wenjin's body.
"They're not here." Zhong Wenjin said, "But I've asked Miss Situ to get the medicine in advance."
Wen Chan was a little surprised, "Not here? Where did you go?"
"People from the rivers and lakes, all sects and sects pay attention to rules. Shan Ke and Miss Situ went to greet the people from the rivers and lakes. Liang Yanbei took your little eunuch and said that he was going to go shopping. Xie Zhaoxue and Miss Qiao also went out. , but don't know what to do."
"Why did everyone disappear after I slept?" Wen Chan said to himself depressedly, and then asked him, "Then what is the effect of the medicine given by Miss Situ?"
"It's in powder form. It can be sprinkled or melted in water. She said that if it is dissolved in water and poured on people, the skin will itch for three days and three nights when it touches the water. There is no cure." Zhong Wenjin took it out from under the pillow. A small porcelain bottle shook triumphantly.
"This is a good thing." After hearing this, Wen Chan felt that it was very appropriate. It would not hurt people's lives, but it could also teach a lesson. It couldn't be more suitable.
"Then after you've bandaged the wound, let's go to the next door and have a look. If we can meet the woman from the Tang family before, give her some too." Wen Chan said.
The only two idlers left in the courtyard started to plot revenge, completely forgetting Shan Ke's previous reminder.
In the eyes of His Royal Highness Ninth Prince and Young Master Zhong, the "King of Hell with Dark Sleeves" has no deterrent effect at all.
After Zhong Wenjin was hugged and bound up skillfully with calligraphy and painting skills, he put on his clothes, poured the white powder in the porcelain bottle into freshly drawn water, and it melted instantly, and he couldn't see anything.
Zhong Wenjin became more and more interested, grinning as he wanted to hold the water basin, but was stopped by Wen Chan, thinking that he had a wound on his heart, so he asked Shuhua to hold him, and the three of them secretly went to the next door.
On a dark and windy night, several small courtyards were extremely quiet, with no obvious noises, and the people in Tangmen next door didn't even hang a few lights. Compared with the place where Wen Chan and the others lived, it was much darker.
Walking to the door, the three of them stood under the tree connecting the two courtyards. Zhong Wenjin said, "If we go straight into his house and throw it at him, he will definitely not be able to dodge."
"No, no, this method is not feasible. What if no one is around next door? Besides, Tang Yixiao is the one who offended us. It's not good to involve other people."
Wen Chan vetoed his simple and rude method, and had an idea, "So, let's call him on the wall, if we call him out, we'll just pour water on him while he's not getting out, and wait until he's not out." Second-rate."
"This is fine." Zhong Wenjin praised again and again, "Young Master Wen is still smart."
As he spoke, he kicked his legs and jumped up to the top of the wall with ease.
The calligraphy and painting on the side also followed closely, and the water they were holding did not spill at all, and they jumped up the wall steadily.
Qinggong relies on internal strength. Wen Chan originally had no internal strength at all in his young body, but since he was reborn, although he didn't practice much, he still has some internal strength.
However, it is still a bit strenuous to climb over the wall with light work.
With the help of a little lightness kung fu, he grabbed the branches of the tree with both hands and feet and climbed up. Zhong Wenjin was startled by his movements. Seeing that Wen Chan was so tired, he stretched out his hand and pulled him up to the wall.
"Master Wen, isn't your qinggong a bit too bad?" Zhong Wenjin asked in a low voice.
Wen Chan sighed, "I will practice well when I go back."
The Xiliang imperial blood is forbidden to practice internal strength, although internal strength is indeed much stronger than martial arts.
However, internal energy comes from qi, and qi travels in the body. Many martial arts practitioners have become obsessed because they cannot practice internal energy properly.
There used to be a prince who became obsessed with practicing internal energy and almost slaughtered his brothers and sisters with a sword. Since then, the royal family has explicitly prohibited the emperor's heirs from cultivating internal energy, only martial arts.
In his previous life, Wen Chan was forced to have nowhere to go, so he followed Liang Yanbei to learn the method of inner strength.
Wen Chan wiped the sweat off his brow, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Young Master Tang—"
"There are quite a few of them with the surname Tang. What if you call out like this and everyone is called out?" Zhong Wenjin questioned from the side.
"That's true." Wen Chan nodded, and changed his tune, "Mr. Tang Yixiao—"
Before the second sound could be heard, there was a knock at the door, and not long after, Tang Yixiao, dressed in black, appeared with a yellow lantern.
Tang Yixiao's appearance is quite beautiful, and there is always a trace of laziness in his smile.
Compared with Liang Yanbei, she still lacks a bit of unrestrained spirit, and she is a full-fledged beauty.
He looked at Wen Chan and Zhong Wenjin who deliberately stretched their necks on the wall in surprise, and walked slowly to the tree, "What are you doing here?"
When the two saw Tang Yixiao was really there, they felt secretly happy, Zhong Wenjin said, "Young Master Tang, we have something to ask you."
"What?" He didn't know if it was intentional or he didn't have any precautions at all. He got closer and closer until he came to the tree and looked up at them.
Unexpectedly, the plan went so smoothly, Zhong Wenjin excitedly touched the painting and calligraphy with his elbow, signaling him to pour water.
The loyal guard hidden in the leaves was very kind, immediately turned over the water basin, poured it out, and there was a sound of splashing, and Tang Yixiao's body was drenched in water.
The water even extinguished the lantern in Tang Yixiao's hand, and drenched him thoroughly.
Seeing that the trick was successful, Zhong Wenjin immediately burst out laughing, "It's what you deserve! Who told you to point us the wrong way on purpose, and now you will suffer too!"
Wen Chan also laughed, feeling very relieved, at least he also took revenge for being accused of going the wrong way and straying into the bandit's den a few days ago.
However, Tang Yixiao, who was suddenly soaked all over, was not angry. He raised his hand and shook his sleeves, raised his head and said with a calm smile, "This is my apology for what I did to you two before. I wonder if you feel angry?"
"It's not over yet, we won't feel angry until three days later." Zhong Wenjin said proudly, "Tang Yixiao, enjoy it slowly."
As for being a bully, Zhong Wenjin has experience and is more suitable.
Wen Chan hurriedly nodded, "After three days, we will be evened."
"Three days later, I'll ask again." He waved his hand indifferently, turned around and went back with the lantern filled with water.
Zhong Wenjin hummed twice, feeling comfortable all over his body, and the little depression in his heart disappeared.
Seeing Tang Yixiao leave, Wen Chan didn't stay on the wall any longer. As soon as he got off the ground, he heard Zhong Wenjin who was still on the top sneezed hugely. He said, "Could it be that you just wiped your body with cold water, and you're freezing."
"Joke, I am in good health, how could it be possible to freeze because of these cold waters, someone must secretly miss me." Zhong Wenjin jumped down, dragging the wound on his chest, grinning in pain.
He grinned, laughing nonstop, "Tang Yixiao's revenge has been avenged, let's find another chance to punish that girl from the Tang Sect."
After hearing this, Wen Chan said, "This matter still needs to be discussed in the long term. That girl is cruel and merciless, and she will definitely not be as good-tempered as Tang Yixiao."
"That's right." He nodded again and again, "Today is impossible."
"Since the matter is over, let's go find something to eat. We can't wait for them to come back to eat." Wen Chan thought that it was still early and there was no one else in the yard. If Zhong Wenjin went back to the room like this, he would There is no telling what crazy thing a person will do.
"Out of this mansion, go to the east street, which is full of food sellers, let's go for a walk?" Zhong Wenjin was so excited, he put his hand into his bosom, and after a long while, he found a broken piece of silver. He glanced at Wen Chan, "Do you have silver?"
Wen Chan was shocked by his poverty, and then figured out that Zhong Wenjin fled in a hurry, and he must have not brought much money and the like, and walked around the bandit's den again. It is normal if he is penniless now.
He took out a small purse from his sleeve, which contained golden beans given by Liang Yanbei.
As soon as Zhong Wenjin saw that he had silver, he put his backhand and put away the small pieces of silver, "Let's go, let's treat it as Zhong Wenjin who lent it to you and pay it back later."
"Okay, but let's talk first..."
Zhong Wenjin waited for a while, but he didn't hear the next sentence. He turned his head and wondered, "What should I say first?"
I saw Wen Chan's expression was blank, his lips parted slightly, he took two breaths, and sneezed loudly, then rubbed his nose and said, "Let me tell you first, if you borrow my money, the interest will be increased." of."
"It's going to go up if it goes up. I still care about this small amount of money?" Zhong Wenjin curled his lips indifferently, just about to call someone to leave, but suddenly he also felt his nose itchy, and a sneeze came out of his nose unexpectedly.
Wen Chan originally wanted to make a joke, but before he could say it, he felt something was wrong. He covered his nose, sneezed three times in a row, and his eyes were filled with water.
Shocked, "What's going on?"