svetikya Chapter 12 You also have designs on my mother?
Chapter 12 You also have designs on my mother?
"where did you go?"
Lin Xian'er changed into a pink peach blossom cloud-patterned long dress, with a rose-red cloak over it. The hem of the dress fell to her feet, and as she followed behind Wei Wu, she slightly lifted the hem to reveal a pair of pink embroidered shoes. The way she trotted in the snow was quite charming.
Wei Wu walked ahead at a leisurely pace, carrying a painting by Wang Wei that Qin Xiaoyi had borrowed from Xingyun Manor. He didn't deliberately leave Lin Xian'er behind, but the woman intentionally lagged behind, as if this would highlight his lack of romantic understanding.
He stopped in front of a courtyard and said, "Of course, it's to prevent future troubles."
This is Mei Family Thatched Cottage.
Two extraordinary people lived there.
One was Mr. Mei, who was obsessed with painting. He inherited his family's medical skills but gave up practicing medicine, preferring to look at paintings on an empty stomach rather than practice medicine and earn money.
One was Mr. Mei Er, a highly skilled physician. Although his medical skills were not as good as his elder brother's, he had earned a reputation as a "miracle doctor" to make a living. However, he had even more eccentricities than his brother, and there were three things he would not treat—
No treatment will be given without prior payment;
Vulgarity and rudeness will not be tolerated;
Robbers and villains are beyond redemption.
However, when a江湖人 (jianghu person) encounters the first rule, Mr. Mei Er will usually show his style of taking money but not doing the job, and hide away with the consultation fee.
If this person hadn't been truly skilled in medicine, he would have been a wandering ghost long ago, given his conduct.
Seeing him knock on the door, Lin Xian'er stopped pretending, pulled the cloak around herself, and tilted her head to ask, "You want to kill Long Xiaoyun? Why come to the Mei Family Thatched Cottage?"
"Long Xiaoyun was hit by my hidden weapon. If she didn't die, then she can only be saved by someone else."
There are few people in the world who can cure my poison, but perhaps the eldest and second masters of the Mei Family Thatched Cottage can, and they happen to be here.
Unfortunately, after knocking on the door, no one answered for a long time in the courtyard.
Lin Xian'er saw that the snow in front of the door had been swept clean, and her smile bloomed, adding a touch of warmth to the snowy scene: "It seems the host doesn't want to see you."
Wei Wu ignored her, and instead called out while carrying the long box, "It seems that Master Mei is not at home. It's a pity about this painting by Wang Wei..."
No sooner had the words "Wang Wei" been uttered than a voice rang out from the courtyard, "At home! At home!"
Before the word "painting" was finished, the courtyard gate was suddenly flung open, and an elderly man in a tall hat and wide belt greeted Wei Wu and Lin Xian'er warmly:
"Distinguished guests have arrived; please come in quickly."
In terms of looks alone, Lin Xian'er is undoubtedly in a class of her own in the martial arts world. With just her face, she can bewitch people in the martial arts world.
But Mr. Mei only glanced at her face before his eager gaze fell on the long box Wei Wu was carrying. His longing look was just like that of a Japanese adult film protagonist who had been given aphrodisiacs after thirty days of abstinence.
Lin Xian'er even suspected that if the old man stared at it for a while longer, the box in Wei Wu's hand might get burned with two big holes.
The three entered the courtyard, where several plum trees were planted, and two simple-minded boys were diligently washing the plum trees with water.
Mr. Mei slapped one of the boys on the back of the head. "You idiot! Don't you see our distinguished guest has arrived? Hurry up and prepare tea."
He paused, then added, "Prepare the finest fragrant tea!"
He warmly invited Wei Wu and Lin Xian'er to sit inside.
The three people inside were still drinking.
Even after drinking all night, Li Xunhuan showed no signs of drunkenness. However, the sorrow in his seemingly emerald green eyes grew even stronger, causing him to cough with great force, as if he wanted to cough up his already rotten lungs.
When Mr. Mei saw that it was dawn, he was so sick that he couldn't drink any more wine. Even the best wine tasted bland to him, and he kept sighing.
Tie Chuanjia was not fond of wine, and he had to take care of Li Xunhuan, so even the best wine was a waste for him. A full bowl of wine was not as enjoyable as half a bowl of water.
Upon hearing the arrival of guests outside, Mr. Mei pursed his lips, flicked his sleeves, and prepared to go inside to sleep.
Li Xunhuan and Tie Chuanjia didn't seem to notice anything, but seeing the unease on Long Xiaoyun's face, they exchanged a glance, and the latter asked:
"Do you know who's here?"
"Of course I recognize him! I call him 'Master,' how could I not recognize him!"
Long Xiaoyun cowered in the corner, head down, legs tucked in, her round eyes darting around, her voice filled with fear.
Tie Chuanjia raised an eyebrow: "He wasn't good to you?"
His eyebrows had just risen when they were immediately lowered. He shook his head and asked himself, "Your soft armor is worth a fortune, and you don't look like you've been abused. How could I treat you badly?"
Li Xunhuan said seriously, "If they truly cared for him, why would this child be so afraid?"
"Moreover, his hidden weapons..."
Tie Chuanjia also thought of the neatly arranged hidden weapons he had seen when he removed Long Xiaoyun's armor last night. His relaxed state of mind instantly tightened, and he nodded, saying, "Even if the Tang Clan were to assemble those hidden weapons, they probably wouldn't be this sophisticated, much less this vicious. Even a child with no strength to kill a chicken would be able to kill many seasoned martial artists with such a set of hidden weapons."
"He tailored all of those for me," Long Xiaoyun's voice trembled with a sob. He was already a handsome, delicate-looking boy, instantly endearing to people. Now, poisoned, his pale face made him look even weaker, and coupled with his pitiful voice, his words ignited Tie Chuanjia's fury.
"But I discovered he was secretly plotting against my mother. When he found out, he tried to silence me, but luckily I had that soft armor, which allowed me to escape!"
"What a beast!"
Mr. Mei returned, his eyes bloodshot from drinking half the night, a frightening red. He slammed his fist on the table and cursed, "How can there be such shameless beasts in the world?"
Tie Chuanjia was also furious, his eyes blazing with anger, his chest heaving like a bellows, as he looked at Li Xunhuan and said, "Young Master..."
Li Xunhuan was equally indignant, but he didn't show it on his face. At the same time, he felt that something was not quite right, and his intuition prevented him from speaking immediately.
At this moment, Long Xiaoyun added, "That painting also belongs to my family. It was originally borrowed to give to Qin Xiaoyi, the old man of 'Iron Gallant Guardian,' as a consultation fee to ask Mr. Mei to treat his son's injury."
But last night, Old Man Qin died at his hands!
Boom!
Li Xunhuan slammed down the wine bowl in his hand. He naturally recognized Qin Xiaoyi. Although he despised the other party's character, he still admired his skills. Such a person had died at the hands of this child's master.
He looked at Long Xiaoyun and asked, "Who exactly is your master? Someone of his stature should be well-known in the martial arts world."
Long Xiaoyun said, "We don't know his background. My mother saved him a year ago, and he has been living in my family's plum garden ever since. He only came out a few days ago saying he was going to roam the martial arts world."
"Plum Garden? Young man, what's your name, and where are you from?"
"My surname is Long, my given name is Xiaoyun, my family is Xingyun Manor, and my father is Long Xiaoyun, the fourth master of Xingyun Manor."
Upon hearing this, Li Xunhuan was struck dumb. A pale purple, elegant figure, like a violet, floated into his mind. However, before it fully appeared, he remembered Long Xiaoyun's words and hurriedly said:
"What's your mother's name?!"
Long Xiaoyun stared blankly at that gentle and refined face, which in an instant was filled with a mixture of emotions, including ferocity, pain, and sorrow. She was like a piece of rotten candy wrapped in bitterness, and subconsciously said, "Lin Shiyin, my mother's name is Lin Shiyin..."
Before the words were even finished, a figure darted out of the room like the wind.
The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and the unextinguished candle flame went out with a whoosh, leaving only a wisp of smoke that was swept away by the remaining strong wind.
Where is Li Xunhuan now, inside the house?!
Long Xiaoyun mechanically turned her head, only to see that Tie Chuanjia had already hurriedly run out, and Mr. Mei Er also slowly got up, looking like he wanted to watch a good show, and chased after him.
A sense of crisis arose in his heart—
This man also seems to have designs on his mother!