Chapter 93 – Young Master Has a Cold, Don’t Forget Your Medicine (3)
“I said you look good; is that wrong?” Jiang Pengji raised an eyebrow and spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Complimenting good looks is something to take pride in, it shows your appearance is far above average.”
Xu Ke found himself stuck, unable to swallow or spit it out, his originally pale face turning a deep shade of purple.
That was no compliment; it was clearly a tease!
“One of these days when you’re free, I’ll take you to Langlang Lane to broaden your horizons, so you won’t think I’m mocking you on purpose.”
She was really misunderstanding him.
Xu Ke: “…”
Jiang Pengji added, “But with your looks, when you go to Langlang Lane, I wonder if you’d end up flirting with them or if they’d end up flirting with you.”
Xu Ke: “…”
Could we please drop the topic of Langlang Lane? It’s giving him psychological trauma!
【Cafeteria Auntie】: It must be those seductive women playing tricks on Young Master Xu, he’d end up the one suffering if he went there!
Despite the weird style of the viewers in the livestream, their aesthetics were still on point. They all felt that if Young Master Xu went to Langlang Lane, he’d definitely be the one getting the short end of the stick. Imagining the pure and innocent Xu Ke in a crowd of alluring women, being tossed around, with tear-filled eyes and looking pitiful, the livestream erupted in howls of laughter.
【Xiyan】: Is the host really planning to take a stroll at the brothel? You’d better notify us when you go live, ah ah ah—
Jiang Pengji readily agreed, but she absolutely did not expect that her visit to Langlang Lane would come about under such circumstances.
“It’s just a slight sprain of the ankle; a bit of medicine and a couple of days of rest will do.”
She wasn’t a doctor, but with her frequent injuries—internally and externally—she had almost become a doctor by experience. Not to mention, her military academy courses included essential first-aid training, so handling minor wounds was no problem for her.
“Young Master knows medicine?”
Xu Ke felt a lot calmer, his impression of Jiang Pengji refreshingly changing again.
What high-minded ideals, what great strategies, what a wise ruler—all those were misjudgments he had previously made!
How he regretted not seeing that this Young Master had the aura of a wise monarch!
Jiang Pengji, not blinking, lied, “My mother has been bedridden for years; how can I, as her child, be at ease? In my spare time, I’ve read some medical texts and learned a few rudimentary techniques, nothing to boast about. Speaking of which, I thought of an important matter.”
Xu Ke was a serious boy. Once it concerned an important matter, his attention unconsciously shifted gears.
“What matter?”
“I observed some training today, and those folks are indeed hard workers. They don’t cut corners, nor do they take shortcuts. However, they exert themselves too much. If they don’t stretch properly, they might struggle to even get up tomorrow, let alone train.”
Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but recall her early days at a low-tier military academy, exhausted yet fulfilled.
After her training, she had a special muscle-relaxing nutrient to soothe the fatigue, ensuring she remained in peak training condition.
But in this era, with medical techniques being so primitive, nutrients were out of the question—she didn’t even have any for herself—so she had to find another way to replace it, and it had to align with this era’s standards without being too shocking.
Xu Ke remembered their training; after a long day, they genuinely looked like they were falling apart. During meals, they acted like hungry wolves, devouring the food as if they feared not getting enough—combining training with their energy expenditures was indeed terrifying.
“Does Young Master have a solution?”
Jiang Pengji said, “Of course I do. I’ll go back and draw a diagram for you; just follow it.”
What she proposed was basic massage techniques that nearly every student at a military academy would know.
A low-tier military academy wasn’t a luxurious place, and most students there were just ordinary folks. Not everyone could afford to use nutrients to relieve training pressure. If Jiang Pengji hadn’t been born with strong stats and high potential, being singled out for special training, she probably wouldn’t have had that luxury.
Of course, to maximize the benefits, it was best to use mental energy to concentrate at the fingertips to stimulate muscle activity.
However, mental energy was somewhat mystical; if she said it out loud, some might think she’s spouting sorcery.
Jiang Pengji spent some time drawing several simplified diagrams, adding explanations to ensure Xu Ke understood.
Xu Ke took the diagrams, examined them, and his expression softened slightly as he said, “Young Master is thoughtful.”
Well, viewed this way, the Young Master was indeed quite reliable.
While Jiang Pengji was drawing, some audience members were keen enough to use their phones or computers to take screenshots.
They were preparing to test it out that night after bathing to see how effective it would be.
Due to Jiang Pengji’s arrangements, in the early training phase, Xu Ke stayed at the farmhouse and didn’t have to return to Liu Residence at night. If he needed any books, he could just go back to borrow them. All in all, aside from the Young Master being occasionally unreliable, the accommodations at Liu Residence were still quite pleasant.
Testing a bit of force, Xu Ke found that the sprained ankle no longer hurt, so he stood up to escort her back to the residence.
Just before leaving, Jiang Pengji suddenly stopped, turned her head, and looked at Xu Ke, making him break out in a cold sweat.
“Young Master?”
“Remember one thing, you’re my book boy now.”
Jiang Pengji said, with an inexplicable smile, “For today, I’ll let it slide; from tomorrow on, remember this phrase well.”
Xu Ke, first puzzled, quickly understood, his face going a little pale.
“Don’t be so scared. You can just talk to him directly; he’ll understand.”
Jiang Pengji smirked, tapping her sandalwood fan against her palm, and it snapped shut with a flourish.
That night, Xu Ke bitterly smiled at the brush and ink on the long table.
After a long pause, he finally picked up the brush and wrote on the prepared bamboo paper.
As Liu Residence’s Second Young Master’s book boy, in addition to the silver he received monthly, he also had a supply of ink and some bamboo paper.
“When gods fight, mortals suffer. Stuck in the middle of these two, I’m in a bind, but Young Master is right…”
Rather than suffer on both sides, it was better to firmly stand with one.
After Xu Ke finished writing, he carefully dried the ink by holding the bamboo paper over candle flames. Once the ink was dry, he rolled it up and walked out to the corridor, waving at the sky. Before long, a pure white dove fluttered down to his arm, its claws holding a small bamboo tube.
The message dove traveled from the heartland of the Central Plains, Zhong Zhao, all the way to Dongqing.
After years of development, in Dongqing, families with some wealth would raise and train a few of these birds for messages.
Coo coo—
Liu Zhi heard the dove’s call and got up to pick up the messenger pigeon that was perched on the railing, pulling out the bamboo paper from the tube and reading it quickly.
After a long while, he chuckled softly.
“This girl—”
