Chaotic World Book-Chapter 1163 - 880: Master and Servant
Capítulo 1163: Chapter 880: Master and Servant
The Dragon Sparrow Star River all rejoice, each obtaining the answers they desired. Zhao Changhe strapped with Dragon Sparrow, hand-in-hand with Star River, felt delighted and returned to drink.
Ling Ruoyu glanced stealthily at the way he held her hand, keeping her head low as they walked, feeling odd.
Neither had any romantic notions. Zhao Changhe thought whether as a father or a master, holding a child’s hand was perfectly normal and showed closeness, while Ling Ruoyu kept thinking this was how one held Star River.
The young girl kept imagining what it would be like if he fought holding her—would he grab her two ankles and use her head to bash others… In the Worldly Society, there seemed to be a similar weapon called the One-Legged Bronze Man.
If such a scene occurred, how should she position her hands? Should she cover her head, keep them by her legs, or spread them like flying?
Ling Ruoyu covered her head… Why was she thinking about such things, it was truly broken.
Following Zhao Changhe back to the Marquis Mansion in a daze, they bumped into Tang Buqi who was relieving himself in the backyard of the banquet hall. Tang Buqi, having had a drink, grinned at Zhao Changhe: “Not dead, huh?”
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Ling Ruoyu discreetly withdrew her hand and politely saluted: “Senior.”
“What senior?” Zhao Changhe said: “That’s your brother.”
Tang Buqi: “…”
Ling Ruoyu looked at old Tang with his white beard, unable to call him brother at all. Actually, Star River and Tang Buqi were not familiar; there seemed to be no mention of Tang Buqi in Star River’s memories of that year, now Ling Ruoyu only knew this Marquis Wu once scolded her master for being kicked in the head by a donkey, and impotent.
Zhao Changhe recalled and sneered: “Who did you say was impotent?”
Tang Buqi leisurely replied: “Isn’t it true? Which among the old friends doesn’t have a child or two, even Situ Xiao who claimed absolute disinterest in women later married and had kids. Besides Han Wubing who has an illness, only one among us goes thirty years without offspring…no wonder, this person never joined us for fun times, turns out that’s why. Oh, my poor aunt…”
Zhao Changhe’s face turned red.
Intending to say Ling Ruoyu was indeed the case, he knew clearly the nature was different, bringing it up would only be shameful, probably what Tang Buqi was waiting for.
Then Ling Ruoyu timidly raised her hand: “I heard master said, Your Majesty back then already had…”
Zhao Changhe’s eyes brightened, was Chi Chi really there? If indeed, then among friends, he was the earliest, a kind that could make someone block you for flaunting in social circles.
Tang Buqi had a constipated face: “Your family’s swordsman tradition is indeed unique.”
Damn this top secret of the court, even a novice girl knows…this time, failed to save face, and embarrassingly got shown off, Tang Buqi flushed with resentment, went to the toilet.
The wound from previously being tortured by the fake Star River still hurt.
The Star River once again aided its master in achieving victory, the two walked with heads held high into the banquet hall.
They entered the side hall, not with guests celebrating birthday outside, the table was surrounded by their own courtyard folks. Except for Chi Chi on the Dragon Chair and Sisi far away in the Miao Region, the rest were all present. Seeing Ling Ruoyu follow Zhao Changhe in her steps, everyone knew their choice, not reverting to Sword Spirit, opting for the little apprentice.
This choice was within everyone’s expectations, Yue Hongling, knowing inevitability, smiled invitingly: “Yu’er, come sit by your master.”
Ling Ruoyu glanced around stealthily, feeling odd in her heart. When as Star River, having fought side by side with them all, didn’t need to be so respectful, but now as Ling Ruoyu, should she bow respectfully to elders one by one…
Master said when being a person, you should be polite and respect elders.
She hesitated for a second, obediently bowed: “Greetings, aunties.”
A group of women blinked simultaneously, instinctively reaching into their pockets for a meet-and-greet gift.
So strange, seeing this polite white flower appearance…according to everyone’s understanding of Star River, there’s nowhere on us you haven’t seen, would genuinely treating us as elders respectfully be really something, especially since Star River essentially is a butt-stabbing Magic Sword, cast by Ye Wuming, theoretically not a good thing.
Unsure if she really turned into a cute girl, or became yet another Black Lotus disguised as White Lotus blooming before everyone, yet had to warmly give her meet-and-greet gifts.
Only Zhao Changhe didn’t discern everyone’s inner calculations, seeing all aunties smiling and offering meet-and-greet gifts, this person giving a Jade Pendant that person giving a bead, feeling like this child transformed from martial fiction main character to beloved story main character…
“Hello Aunt Bao Qin.” Gifts were offered before Bao Qin.
Chief Historian looked at the small white flower before her, face a bit flushed. Just yesterday pretending before her, even “snatching a man from the Sunset Divine Sword”, felt deeply embarrassed, she might need to bleed heavily not to be ridiculed publicly. Bao Qin swallowed down her teeth and blood, took out a large stack of silver notes, smilingly stuffed them into the little girl’s arms: “Traveling the Worldly Society requires some money on hands, don’t think it’s little, huh…”
Ling Ruoyu, with tens of thousands of taels in her arms, sat contentedly next to her master, obediently.
Bao Qin’s heart was bleeding, that was saved from her dowry for so long.
Yue Hongling was aware, smiled seeing her apprentice gather gifts from rivals, cheerfully asking: “Now with big matters settled, does Changhe have new arrangements?”
While he’s absent, it’s easy to say the world won’t stop turning without you, everyone arranges their own actions. Once he’s present, becomes the mainstay instantly, even Ye Jiuyou quietly watches him, waiting for his decision.
