Chapter 93: Langjun, Don’t Forget Your dicine (III)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Am I wrong to praise you?” Jiang Pengji said in a matter-of-fact way. “You should be proud of my comnt. I said that you are much better looking than most people.”
Xu Ke choked, and his pallid face turned purple. This was obviously a tease, right?
“I will take you to Langlang Alley soday, and you will know what I an.” Sigh, she had been misunderstood by her bookkeeper.
“...”
She continued, “Yet, I wonder whether you will have more fun with the girls or if they will have more fun with you.”
“...”
Xu wished she would stop ntioning Langlang Alley.
Shitang Dafan Ayi: “Girls with have fun with him, no doubt. Don’t take him there!”
The audience agreed that the innocent Xu Ke would be scared by the crowd of excited won. The image provoked strong protest in the channel.
Xiyan: “Is the host going to brothels? Rember to send notifications before you start livestreaming that day!”
Jiang Pengji said that she would, not suspecting that she would ever go there under those circumstances.
“It is not a serious ankle sprain, and it will recover soon.”
She was not a doctor, but she had treated herself throughout many years of continuous injuries. Additionally, she had taken mandatory first-aid courses during military school in which she learned how to handle common injuries like a sprain.
“Has Langjun studied dicine?”
As he cald down, his opinion of Jiang Pengji once again changed. He must have been blind to think that the Langjun was a lofty genius. Why had he ever thought that she would make a great emperor?
Jiang Pengji lied flawlessly. “Not really. I read so books during my leisure ti, hoping to help my ill mother. Speaking of this, there is one thing you need to do.”
As a devoted servant, Xu Ke imdiately collected his thoughts and concentrated on listening to her instructions.
“Yes?”
“I can tell that the servants have spared no effort in their training, but they must rest properly. I don’t want to cancel the training tomorrow because of their trembling legs.”
She had always been tired yet happy in her military institution because she had been given nutritious food that eased her muscles and lifted her spirit. She must also give her people in this era so way to relax.
Xu Ke thought about the exhausted n who always wanted more food during altis. He feared that they would be too hungry to continue training. He admitted that the exercise regin demanded much energy.
“Is there any way we can help them?”
She answered, “For sure. I will draw so diagrams for you, and you will let them follow my instructions.”
Her solution was to teach them the basic massage techniques that every student at her school had learned. This thod was commonly used in primary military institutions by many students who could not afford the expensive als. Jiang Pengj, who had shown imnse potential, was one of the privileged few who had been able to eat the nutritious als.
Using one’s spiritual power through massage could energize muscles, but this concept might not be believable to the ancient people. They might think that she was fooling them.
She took so ti to make her illustrations as clear as possible with notes, and then she handed the paper to Xu Ke. The servant studied it for a while, and his impression of Jiang Pengji beca better. “Thank you, my Langjun.”
Hm... he’s not that bad after all.
So stream viewers also took pictures or screenshots of the instructions because they were interested in trying out the massage techniques themselves.
Xu Ke would stay at the farmhouse during the initial stages of training, but he was allowed to borrow books from Jiang Pengji’s study room when he wanted. It was a liberty that not many servants enjoyed.
Xu Ke felt that his ankle had gotten better, so he rose to walk Jiang Pengji out.
Before she left, Jiang Pengji stopped and turned to the servant. Her look brought cold sweat to his back.
“Langjun, what’s the matter?”
“Rember, you are my pageboy now.” Without an explicit reference, she said, “I’ll forgive you this ti, but don’t do it again from now on.”
At first, Xu Ke listened with confusion, but his face beca pale the mont he understood what she was referring to.
“Don’t be afraid. You can speak to him directly. He will understand.” Jiang Pengji gave him a smile, and her fan closed as it hit her palm.
That night, Xu Ke looked at the ink and brush on the desk with a bitter smile, and he started writing only after spending so ti in thought. The bamboo sheets were provided to him every month along with his wages, ink, and brush.
“Humans suffer when the gods fight. I am the one who is being tortured in this case, as I stand between the father and the son. Still, Langjun is right...”
Taking a firm stance would save him from the dilemma.
After finishing the letter, he dried the ink over the candle fire and rolled the paper up. He then went to the corridor and ushered at the sky. A snow-white pigeon landed with a bamboo holder tied on its foot.
Pigeon post originated in Zhongzhao and was then introduced to Dongqing. After years of developnt, it was common for well-off families to keep birds for communication.
Coo coo.
The sound notified Liu She of the mail’s arrival. He took out the roll and finished reading the note in a second.
He softly chuckled.
“Oh, my dear child...”
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