Chapter 860 – I Opened a Fake Live Stream (Six)
After over half an hour of busy work, Wei Ci had become all dirty, his entire body stained with indescribable odors.
But seeing how serious he was with the foal, it was surprisingly tender, as if he was enveloped in a gentle glow, causing one to instinctively overlook his disheveled appearance. Jiang Pengji didn’t leave, but instead stared intently at his profile.
Big White turned its head, and after a moment, found the little foal nearby, making soft sounds.
Lo and behold, it was a lovely young gentleman, all snow-white and unblemished!
It stuck out its tongue to lick off the remnants of mucus from the foal, and its gaze softened, completely unrecognizable from the fierce appearance on the battlefield.
Seeing this, Wei Ci broke into a pure and innocent smile, reaching out to pat its mane, lost in thought.
Even though the foal was born nearly a month premature, it inherited excellent bloodlines from its parents, and soon after, it tried to stand up. It struggled a bit to break the umbilical cord, wobbling and trying to get up several times but failing.
Outside the stable, Li Yun watched the little foal intently, anxious to the point of needing to rush in and help.
Wei Ci, seeing his expression, chuckled and said, “Let it get up by itself; Han Mei, don’t run over to meddle.”
Upon hearing this, Li Yun felt down for a moment but quickly rallied his spirits, eagerly continuing to watch the foal.
Though it was just a newly born foal, if it grew up smoothly, it would definitely surpass its predecessors—Li Yun had found a treasure.
Wei Ci stood up, likely because he had crouched for too long, and felt a bit dizzy when he finally rose.
He steadied himself for a moment before calmly leaving the stable, accepting the dry cloth that the stableman handed over.
Wei Ci said to the stableman, “You stay here; in about half an hour, Big White will give birth to the placenta, remember to collect it, so it doesn’t eat it. If, after an hour, the placenta hasn’t been delivered, send someone to find me or call a vet.”
The stableman nodded eagerly, secretly admiring Wei Ci.
He was a commoner, and the concept of social status was rather blurred for him.
If it were another scholar here, they would surely mock Wei Ci for doing such lowly tasks, but the stableman felt Wei Ci knew a lot.
“I’ll remember.”
Wei Ci cleaned the filth off his arm, meticulously washing his hands, though the lingering odor still clung to his nostrils.
He said to Jiang Pengji, “My lord, I shall return to the estate for a bit.”
Being all disheveled was quite disrespectful.
Jiang Pengji nodded in agreement; Wei Ci wiped the sweat from his forehead with a clean napkin, letting out a long breath before making his way back home.
As Wei Ci left, Jiang Pengji turned to the smiling Li Yun and said, “Han Mei, I’m off now.”
Li Yun replied, “Farewell, my lord.”
He then turned back to admire the foal.
Jiang Pengji shook her head, realizing Li Yun’s obsession with fine steeds was deeply ingrained—there was no saving him.
At this moment, she saw the audience asking if the newly born foal had a name; if not, they could come together and pick one.
She pondered for a moment, then turned to Li Yun, asking, “What name do you want to give the horse?”
Months ago, Li Yun had reserved this foal, so as the owner, he naturally had the right to name it.
Since ancient times, fine steeds were destined to have majestic names!
Without going far, Fu Wang’s exceptional steed had a particularly impressive name—Chasing Lightning.
As for Jiang Pengji’s mount, cough cough, that was definitely an accident.
What was clearly a rare exceptional horse ended up with the names Big White and Xiao Bai; it sounded so cute, how could it be imposing at all?
Li Yun scratched his head, realizing he wasn’t good at naming, so he kicked the ball back.
“How about the lord bestows a name?”
Jiang Pengji fell silent for a moment while the audience in the live stream sent frantic comments—
“Don’t let the streamer name it! They are totally useless at naming!”
Unfortunately, their heartfelt cries couldn’t reach Li Yun, and what they feared came to pass.
With great pleasure, Jiang Pengji thought for a while and seriously said, “Look at its snowy white body; why not call it ‘Bai Bai’?”
Li Yun: “…”
My lord, can I take back the naming request just made?
Jiang Pengji asked, “Isn’t it good?”
Li Yun didn’t dare to say otherwise; if he did and Wan’er found out, wouldn’t she cause a scene?
“No no no—this name is quite good, one can tell it’s a beautiful white horse just by hearing it.”
Satisfied, Jiang Pengji left, and Li Yun looked at the wobbling foal inside the stable, letting out a wistful sigh.
“Though ‘Bai Bai’ isn’t the best name, since it was given by the lord, it can’t be changed.”
Li Yun gazed sadly at his future “comrade,” repeating to the stableman to ensure they took excellent care of Bai Bai.
The stableman nodded, not daring to voice any objections. After all, letting a viper scare a pregnant horse away had already been his fault; the lord didn’t pursue it, so he ought to be grateful. Now he must double his efforts to take good care of the newly born foal to redeem himself.
Meanwhile, Wei Ci had taken an inconspicuous small road, making his way back to his own residence.
Seeing his disheveled appearance, the servant was nearly taken aback.
Had their young master fallen into a dung pit, to come back looking like this?
Wei Ci maintained a calm expression, saying, “You go prepare hot soup and clean clothes.”
“Yes, I’ll get right on it.”
The servant worked quickly, and after Wei Ci submerged his body in pleasantly warm water, the sore muscles finally relaxed.
He washed with pig fungus twice, before finally ridding himself of the odd smell, changed into clean clothes, and carefully lit some incense.
A while later, he heard the doorkeeper report that someone was visiting.
“Who is it?” Wei Ci took the invitation and, upon seeing the handwriting, smiled, “Quickly let You Mo in.”
He originally planned to find Cheng Jing to catch up, but unexpectedly got busy with Big White’s situation and nearly forgot.
Having just bathed, his hair was still wet, and meeting guests like this was rather impolite.
However, he and Cheng Jing were close disciples of the same master, so it didn’t pose much of a problem.
Cheng Jing chuckled teasingly at his appearance, “It seems not being in Langya has made you lazier, Zixiao.”
Wei Ci smiled and responded, “To meet a gentleman, how could I be negligent?”
Cheng Jing nearly rolled his eyes internally; if Wei Ci needed to bathe and incense for him once he visited, why hadn’t he received such treatment before?
“Becoming even sharper-tongued,” Cheng Jing remarked. “You used to be glued to your medicine, and now you’re full of life. Those who worry about you should see this. The land here certainly nurtures people; looking at your complexion, it’s clearer than before. The master would be at ease to know.”
Though Wei Ci was the last to enter Mr. Yuanjing’s school, he had studied at Langya Academy longer than the first disciple, Cheng Jing. Back when Wei Ci was born, there were taboos in his birth chart; had Mr. Yuanjing not happened to visit the Wei household, he might not have made it into this world.
In fact, one could say that Mr. Yuanjing not only educated Wei Ci, but also saved his life.
As both teacher and friend, in Wei Ci’s heart, Mr. Yuanjing equaled another father to him.
“It’s been years since I left home; I wonder how the master is doing now.”
In his previous life, Wei Ci had followed his clan to Zhong Zhao Bianzhou early on, and hadn’t seen Mr. Yuanjing for more than twenty years since then.
Moreover, since many of Mr. Yuanjing’s students had either directly or indirectly fallen to the emperor’s hand, in his previous life, Wei Ci had felt too ashamed to visit his mentor.
