Strong Winds Return Home

Seeing Liu Xian’an acquiesce, Qiu Cheng was overjoyed. Uncaring of the fact that he was still unable to move, he dragged his injured leg and was about to get out of bed, but grimaced from the pain and almost fell to the ground. He slapped himself angrily and stammered, “This…..Young Master, I can’t move, ah.”

“If you can’t move, then don’t go yet.” Liu Xian’an moved a chair over and sat down. “I heard that you plan to find the saint alone?”

“Yes, that liar Wang Quan took my money but refused to take me with him, so I planned to follow him secretly,” Qiu Cheng said. “He’s just an old rascal. He has a wife at home and a concubine outside, and wants to marry the Holy Maiden. Maybe the date set has been postponed again because the Holy Maiden thinks he’s dirty. Bah!”

“Yes.” Liu Xian’an nodded. “Then you tell me everything about Wang Quan, about joining the religion, and your plans and arrangements for the future. Tell me all about it, and just let me listen. After listening, I will judge whether you are qualified to see the saint this time.”

There were still many people standing outside in the courtyard at this time, listening to their conversation. Once people who had been brainwashed by the cult embarked on that wild goose chase, it was very difficult to get out again. Qiu Cheng believed that this fairy-like young master had the same status as the Baifu saint, and was filled with the spirit of “sacrifice and dedication.” Without any doubts, he immediately began to speak without asking the other party anything.

Qiu Cheng was just the lowest level of believer, and that old rascal Wang Chuan was his “guide.” As for Wang Chuan’s guide, Qiu Cheng didn’t know his name, but only knew that he was a merchant from Raven City who ran a jade business, had high status, and had seen the saint with his own eyes.

There was a wide road connecting Raven City and Cuili City, and the latter was the city with the most jade mines in the Southwest. Nearly every household in Raven City had something to do with the jade business. After Qiu Cheng racked his brain and finished speaking, he asked anxiously: “I can’t walk now, will the Holy Maiden be angry?”

“I don’t know.” Liu Xian’an shook his head. “I’m unfamiliar with her.”

Qiu Cheng’s eyes widened: “Unfamiliar?”

Liu Xian’an stood up and said: “The Baifu Sect has done much evil. There is no cure for it, but you should still be saved and rest at ease to recuperate.”

The Baifu Sect has done much evil. Qiu Cheng had been hearing such words over and over again recently. Father always said it, and Mother always said it. His ears had already grown callouses, but he refused to believe even half a word and remained dismissive, thinking that the reason others thought so was that they probably didn’t have spiritual roots. But now, the same words being said by this immortal jade-like man in front of him seemed to have some credibility. In any case, Qiu Cheng had never seen such a fairy-like appearance in the past twenty years, so he judged that the other party must not be mortal.

“Who is this young master?”

“A doctor.”

Qiu Cheng patted the edge of the bed: “Immortal Doctor!”

Anyway, no matter what, he had to be somewhat related to an immortal.

Liu Xian’an made no further rebuttals. He had already asked what needed to be asked, so he could be an immortal as long as this person didn’t run away from home to seek death again. And when he turned to leave, Qiu Cheng’s gaze was still very eager, and he felt that he had become a person chosen by two factions at the same time. No matter which was the real one…..in any case, he would be part of one faction, right? Shouldn’t he have no worries about not being rich in the future?

Everyone left the small courtyard, and Ku You said: “This Qiu Cheng is a hothead with no brains. He’s not a bad person, but has the stubborn personality of a bull. I brought him back from the mountains a while ago. Lao Qiu beat and scolded him, and asked him about the cult, but he stiffened his neck and didn’t say a word. I didn’t expect that when he saw Second Young Master Liu, he would come clean like spilling beans out of a bamboo tube.”

“He thought I was the companion of the Baifu Holy Maiden,” Liu Xian’an said. “About eighty percent of the merchants in Raven City are in the jade business. Will Commander Ku be able to send someone to find him?”

“The Wang Quan he was talking about is a ruffian from the next village, so it won’t be difficult to find him.” Ku You said, “I’ll send people to do this right now.”

. . . . . . 

Wumeng Yunle liked her swing very much, and spent most of her day sitting on it.

After Liu Hengchang finished his consultation with Feng Xiaojin, he went out to meet her and saluted with a bow: “Yunle-guniang.”

He had originally called her “Holy Maiden” like the rest of the congregation, but Feng Xiaojin didn’t like this title very much, and Wumeng Yunle always listened to this uncle, so Liu Hengchang was allowed to call her by her own name when they were in private.

“Help me take a look.” Wumeng Yunle stretched out her hand. “How am I doing recently?”

Liu Hengchang set down the tray in his hands and stepped forward to check her pulse, saying after a moment: “Miss should go into the Gu room less in the future. Otherwise, no much how much medicine you take, it will be difficult to recover fully.”

“But the other doctors said I was fine, and so did my brother.”

“Everyone has their own way of making a diagnosis.” Liu Hengchang insisted, “Perhaps the Southwest witch doctors think it is nothing, but in the eyes of a Central Plains doctor, poison is poison.”

Wumeng Yunle leaned on the swing, looked down at her blue nails for a moment, and suddenly raised her head to ask: “I heard that you were once a disciple of Baihe Mountain Village?”

Liu Hengchang nodded: “Yes.”

“Then you should have seen that Third Young Lady Liu.” Wumeng Yunle asked, “How beautiful is she?”

Liu Hengchang said: “I worked in the pharmacy for a while, so I saw the Third Young Lady every day, but in Baihe Mountain Village, no one actually paid too much attention to how beautiful she was. When the Third Young Lady was at home, she didn’t dress up much, because she was busy treating illnesses and saving lives. So like us, she often wore coarse clothing that was convenient for working, and her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. She looked like an ordinary medical student girl.”

“A coarse dress and a wooden hairpin, and she can still be regarded as Dayan’s number one beauty. It seems she is truly beautiful.” Wumeng Yunle swung happily on the swing, wearing a dazzling array of exquisite accessories. “I want to see her.”

“The Third Young Lady spends most of her time in Baihe City, and rarely travels far,” Liu Hengchang said. “Yunle-guniang is also a beauty, why bother to travel thousands of miles to see another? It’s windy, Miss should go back to her room to rest. Don’t catch a cold, and try not to go into the Gu room again.”

Although he was Liang Shu’s undercover agent, he didn’t think that everyone here deserved to die, at least not the girl in front of him. Wumeng Yunle had been raised in the Baifu Sect since she was a child, and had never been in contact with the outside world, so she couldn’t distinguish between good and evil. Killing, blood, and the lives of others were meaningless to her. Such a cold and naive little girl may seem evil and cruel, but her existence itself was nothing but a tragedy.

Wumeng Yunle didn’t enter the house, and continued to sit on the swing. She didn’t heed Liu Hengchang’s advice, whether it was to not stay in the cold wind or to stop going to the Gu room.

. . . . . . 

The night was deep.

After bathing, Liu Xian’an soaked his feet in a wooden barrel with A-Ning. They spoke one moment and were quiet the next, each of them becoming drowsy. As they were yawning, there was a knock on the door.

A-Ning was startled: “Who is it?”

Liang Shu aske: “Are you sleeping?”

Liu Xian’an didn’t want to move, continuing to doze off comfortably. A-Ning hurried to open the door. A gust of cold wind blew in, and the Sleeping Immortal managed to open his eyes halfway to look at the person in front of him: “Your Highness.”

Liang Shu had also finished bathing, and waited for half an hour afterward, but didn’t hear movement next door, so he simply came over to give him a reminder in person. He grabbed the slight bit of flesh on Liu Xian’an’s cheek and said with dissatisfaction: “Wasn’t it agreed that my breathing is disordered, so you will massage me well tonight?”

Liu Xian’an wanted to be lazy. He didn’t want to massage him, and just tried to be perfunctory. It’s not that bad, there’s no need to grip so tight…..aiya!

A-Ning stood by the door, completely stunned. He watched helplessly as the prince picked his young master off the bed and carried him away without even letting him dry his feet. They just dripped water, dangling in the cool night wind.

With a bang, the door of the main residence also closed.

A-Ning: Such a lack of etiquette, I need to call for help.

Liu Xian’an: “Achoo!”

Liang Shu set the man on his bed: “Where will you start the massage?”

Liu Xian’an looked around: “Why is the prince’s bed so big?”

Liang Shu replied logically: “So that it is convenient for you to come and sleep.”

Liu Xian’an thought that was fine, because this bed seemed softer and more comfortable than his own. He crawled to the head of the bed and sat down, indicating that Liang Shu should lay down on his stomach first: “Some places may be a little painful when massaged, but will be very comfortable afterward. If you really can’t bear it, let me know.”

Liang Shu had already been poked by his fingers during the day, so he had made some mental preparations: “All right.”

Liu Xian’an rolled up his sleeves and pressed a point with his fingers: “Does it hurt?”

Liang Shu said: “No pain.”

“What about here?”

“It doesn’t hurt either.”

“Here?”

“A little sore.”

Liu Xian’an pressed another place: “How about—”

Before he could ask, Liang Shu had already gasped out: “Stop!”

Liu Xian’an paused for a moment, then looked at him sideways: “It really hurt?”

Liang Shu nodded darkly.

Liu Xian’an said: “A kidney deficiency?”

Liang Shu: “…….”

There was no reason for this, so it should be impossible. His Royal Highness Xiao Wang made a decisive decision. Then I probably felt wrong, you can press it again.

Liu Xian’an straddled him once again.

Liang Shu buried his head deeply into the pillow, feeling that he was about to be sent to see the old, white-bearded men.

“Is there pain?”

“No pain.”

Everything was pleasant, and his voice didn’t change. Mount Tai could collapse before his eyes, but his color would remain the same. During the period of the Three Kingdoms, Guan Yun had poisoned blood drained from his arm until it filled a plate, and was still able to drink wine while talking and laughing freely, so there was no reason why Liang Shu shouldn’t even be able to have an acupuncture point pressed.

Liang Shu let out a slow breath. He summarized his life or death moments throughout his military career, gritted his teeth, and insisted on laying on his stomach without moving a bit. He took this ambiguous moment of skin-to-skin contact with his sweetheart and lay out with a staunch and unyielding attitude……it could grudgingly be regarded as skin to skin, ba, because there really was skin, and after Second Young Master Liu finished massaging, he did take the initiative to bow his head and kiss him.

Liang Shu exhausted all his strength: “Done massaging?”

“It’s done for today.” Liu Xian’an got out of bed and washed the massage oil off his hands. “We’ll continue tomorrow.”

Liang Shu’s ears rang on the spot, and he didn’t want to move anymore.

Liu Xian’an returned to the bed and lazily lay atop his body: “Did it really not hurt?”

Liang Shu squeezed out a noble and masculine “en.” It didn’t hurt. If I say it didn’t hurt, then it didn’t hurt.

Liu Xian’an hugged his shoulders for a while, and then suddenly laughed.

Liang Shu turned around and asked: “What are you happy about?”

“I’m not happy about something,” Liu Xian’an said. “I just think the prince is very impressive.”

He was also very obedient, and could be coaxed with nonsense to cooperate with his treatment and lie still for half an hour.