65: Chapter 65: Are you the fool that my disciple married?
65: Chapter 65: Are you the fool that my disciple married?
Qi Yu looked at the white-bearded old man who had suddenly appeared, and a guess abruptly occurred to her.
Not even caring about the broken tea cup, she widened her eyes and asked, “You wouldn’t happen to be Prince Qiu’s teacher, would you?”
The old man had a wine flask hanging from his waist, and glancing at her upon hearing her words, he said, “You are the fool that my disciple married?”
Qi Yu pouted and pointed at herself, feeling sowhat wronged, “Where did you see that I am a fool?”
Her facial spots were gone too, could it be that the original body’s foolish temperant still lingered?
The old man suddenly burst into laughter, completely changing from his previous serious deanor, and took the flask from his waist, guzzling down two mouthfuls.
“Interesting, interesting, it seems my disciple wasn’t wrong!”
He had received a letter from Li Mingjue saying that he had taken a wife, and that she was a rather entertaining woman.
Having t her today, it was indeed the case.
Just a while ago, he had been watching from the rooftop as Qi Yu feigned madness and stupidity, infuriating that pompous official to no end.
Clearly, she had already hidden the person well but insisted on leaving misleading clues everywhere, causing dozens of imperial guards to chase in circles.
“Girl, who exactly are you?” The old man changed how he addressed her, no longer calling her a fool.
Upon hearing the word “girl,” Qi Yu was stunned for a mont, and her eyes instantly beca a bit red.
In her previous life, her grandfather also liked to call her that.
The old man was taken aback by her reaction, and stopped drinking his wine, looking at her in shock, “You…
why are you crying!”
Although he was not exactly an upstanding character, he had never done anything like making a young lady cry before.
Qi Yu sniffed and turned her head away, “I’m not crying.”
The old man stroked his beard, feeling that when Li Mingjue returned, he would probably be angry at this scene.
So, he ca up with a clever idea on the spot.
“How about this, girl, I’ll give you a jar of peach blossom brew as a greeting gift!”
Qi Yu’s eyes lit up, “Peach blossom brew?”
Seeing that there were still tears swirling in her eyes, but they ca back to life at the ntion of peach blossom brew, the old man couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
No wonder his disciple had written in the letter that his Princess had a non-grudge-holding, easygoing temperant.
Truly rare indeed.
If Qi Yu knew what he was thinking, she would probably have shown an awkward smile.
She didn’t hold grudges?
She would take revenge on the spot if there was one.
With her, there were no overnight grievances.
Li Mingjue returned just in ti for noon.
Gu Qing, having not found anyone in Prince Qiu Residence, was scolded by Li Tianze, and both Li Ming’an and Qi Wei dared not bring up the matter again.
The morning court session had passed with more anxiety than actual danger.
Although he believed that Qi Yu must have hidden the person well, the sudden arrival of so many imperial guards still made him afraid that she might have been frightened.
The overly concerned Prince Qi seed to have forgotten that his Princess was resilient and not even afraid of assassination, let alone a re few dozen imperial guards.
He entered the house, dragging along Shen Xiheng who had co to mooch a al, and upon not seeing Qi Yu in the front hall, his expression beca instantly anxious.
“Where is the Princess?” he hastily asked a maid who had co to serve tea and water.
The maid bowed her head and answered, “The Princess is in the kitchen.”
“The kitchen?” Shen Xiheng smiled and teased Li Mingjue with a wink, “Since when did Prince Qiu’s Princess take an interest in cooking?”
Li Mingjue discreetly let out a sigh of relief.
It’s a good thing you’re still alive.
He didn’t pay attention to Shen Xihe’s words and strode towards the kitchen.
“Hey, wait for !” Shen Xihe lengthened his stride to chase after him, looking a bit flustered.
In the kitchen, Qi Yu and Song Ling curiously watched Mo Qingshan cooking a pot of mutton soup.
“You have to rely on mutton soup to survive the winter!” Mo Qingshan stroked his beard and enjoyed the aroma of the at emanating from the pot, intoxicated by it.
Qi Yu nodded in complete agreent, “Senior Mo’s words are truly wise!”
Song Ling looked at the old and the young who were imrsed in the aroma and could not help but shake her head and chuckle.
Having stayed at Prince Qiu Residence for a few days, she had completely grasped Qi Yu’s character of not being able to move at the sight of delicious food.
“Master?” Li Mingjue was stunned for a mont when he saw the people inside.
In front of him, Mo Qingshan still maintained an elegant deanor befitting a ntor, silently placing the big spoon down, stroking his beard and saying airily, “Since the year you turned ten, we haven’t seen each other in more than ten years, as your master…”
Li Mingjue touched his forehead and couldn’t help but interrupt him, reminding, “Master, your pot of soup…
is about to scorched.”
Mo Qingshan instantly snapped out of his reverie, leaping up like sobody grabbed his beard and swiftly recovered the soup from the pot.
“You brat, why didn’t you say so earlier!”
The corners of the other three people’s mouths twitched slightly.
So, was that nostalgic sentintality just now all an act?
Li Mingjue wasn’t the least bit surprised; from the first ti he t Mo Qingshan, this man had never been serious.
It seed that even his father, Emperor Dazhao, had been deceived by Mo Qingshan’s transcendental and indifferent facade, mistakingly believing he had found a genuine ntor to teach him the ways of nurturing life.
Li Tianze had always thought of him as an ascetic eminent martial arts expert, but only Li Mingjue knew this man was never serious, spending his days sneaking into the Imperial Kitchen to steal drinks.
Shen Xihe had heard of Daoist Qingshan before but had never t him; he didn’t expect the man’s image to plumt so thoroughly.
In Tinglan Pavilion, everyone sat around the table to welco Mo Qingshan who’d co from afar.
The table was laid out with various dishes, plus the pot of mutton soup which had a faint burnt sll.
The others silently avoided that pot of soup, leaving only Qi Yu happily enjoying it with a bowl in hand.
Shen Xihe almost suspected that the man had lost his sense of taste and sll.
“How long does Master plan to stay in the capital city this ti?” Li Mingjue asked while serving dishes into Qi Yu’s bowl.
After taking a sip of the soup, which seed to invigorate him, and three cups of peach blossom brew, Mo Qingshan responded, “I ca to see how you were faring with the poison cure.”
He had heard that Li Mingjue had been stricken with a severe poison with no cure, and instead of coming straight to the capital, he went to Tulan to search for dicine.
Tulan was the source of various exotic poisons in the world; if an antidote couldn’t be found there, it was unlikely to be found elsewhere.
Yet, after over a month with no clues, he received a ssage that Li Mingjue had co back to life.
He was shocked for a long while before deciding to co from Tulan to the capital to see how this formidable poison had been cured.
Li Mingjue glanced at the person who was busily eating and slightly curled his lips, his tone a bit proud as he replied, “Thank you for your concern, Master.
The poison in has been completely cured.”
“What!” Mo Qingshan was so shocked he stopped drinking his wine.
He grabbed one of Li Mingjue’s hands and checked his pulse.
After a long while, he muttered to himself, “It’s indeed gone.”
Although he was not a doctor, he knew the poison was difficult to cure.
After all, even the Divine Doctor Lou Qingming claid there was no help, didn’t he?
But now, it was truly all gone.
He had thought, as long as the person was alive, it would be enough just to suppress the poison in the body.
But he did not expect the poison to actually disappear completely.
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