Chapter 132: Likes It
Su Yaoguang leaned close to Zhou Wangshu.
Zhou Wangshu saw her enlarged pretty face and felt guilty, avoiding her scrutiny: “What are you doing?”
“Why is your face so pale?” Su Yaoguang touched his forehead, “When I wasn’t here, did you feel unwell anywhere?”
“No.”
“No, something’s wrong with your condition.” Su Yaoguang said, “I’ll go find Jing’er to examine you.”
Zhou Wangshu pulled her, and because he used too much strength, her whole body fell onto him.
Su Yaoguang tightly hugged Zhou Wangshu, and the two locked eyes, then separated as if scalded.
“I’m just hungry. You haven’t come back for so long—do you know how hungry my stomach is?” Zhou Wangshu said stiffly.
“Then you’re in for a treat. I brought meals and pastries made by Chunni, all your favorites.” Su Yaoguang didn’t suspect anything.
He wasn’t feverish and had no other symptoms; it was very likely he was just extremely hungry.
“Su Yaoguang, do you know that I am your…” Xiao Yanci saw the two being intimate right in front of him, lost his composure, and in a moment of impulse almost blurted out their previous life’s relationship.
Xiao Yanci definitely didn’t like Su Yaoguang. But no matter how much he didn’t like her, she had been his woman once. He might not want her, but seeing her flirt with another man was like being cuckolded; he felt very displeased.
Su Yaoguang had long guessed that Xiao Yanci possessed memories from his previous life. Before, when he didn’t have them, she couldn’t be bothered with him. Now that he did, it was a bit interesting.
Did he dare shout it out?
He didn’t dare.
Once he said something untimely, he’d be seen as a madman, and might even be thought to be possessed. Did he still want a career in officialdom?
“Let’s go.” Su Yaoguang pulled Zhou Wangshu inside the door.
The headmaster and the teacher saw the situation and had to take the academy’s safety problem seriously.
“Young Zhou Wangshu’s wife is right. As long as we offer heavy gold to hire, there will definitely be someone to take on this heavy responsibility.” Wang Fuzi said, “Let’s hire some with some fighting skills to guard the place!”
Su Yaoguang and Zhou Wangshu ate the meals made by Jia Chunni, had tea afterward, then each read their own books. Zhou Wangshu read academic ones, she read entertaining ones, not interfering with each other.
“Haha…” Su Yaoguang laughed loudly while reading the storybook.
Zhou Wangshu looked up and saw Su Yaoguang sprawled on the sofa reading without any poise.
He walked over, moved the candle to her side, and trimmed the wick.
Su Yaoguang noticed the light brighten, turned her head, and saw Zhou Wangshu’s figure silently doing all this.
At this moment, melodious flute sounds came from not far away.
Su Yaoguang: “…”
In her previous life, Su Yaoguang loved listening to Xiao Yanci play the flute most, always feeling his playing had a mysterious allure that was hard to describe.
Xiao Yanci clearly knew this point; sometimes when she threw a tantrum, he’d play the flute, and she’d immediately soften.
So what tantrum was he throwing now?
“Is it nice?” Zhou Wangshu saw her gazing outside with a strange expression.
Su Yaoguang turned back: “Not nice.”
“I thought you were listening intently; you didn’t even hear me call you.”
“What did you say?” Su Yaoguang looked at him.
“I wanted to say…” Zhou Wangshu leaned close to Su Yaoguang and said in her ear, “It’s too late; time to rest.”
Su Yaoguang: “…”
Did such a normal sentence need to be said so close? He said it in such a strange tone too, making it oddly evocative.
Was he doing it on purpose?
No, he was still a child; how could he have so many schemes?
“Wangshu, are you close with Chen Buyu?” Su Yaoguang asked.
“Barely, I suppose! Looking for him?” Zhou Wangshu returned to the bed and lay down.
These past few days, Su Yaoguang had been sleeping on the sofa, while Zhou Wangshu slept on the bed—after all, he was the patient!
“I want to ask him about Zi Zhan Young Master.” Su Yaoguang said, “Zi Zhan Young Master plays music at their dance hall, so they must interact with him often. He should know where Zi Zhan Young Master lives, right?”
“Why ask him?” Zhou Wangshu turned his back to her, his expression complex.
“Today he blocked for me and got injured. I want to know how he is.” Su Yaoguang worried, “He was bleeding; I don’t know how deep the wound is. Such an easily shy young man—if it leaves a scar, I wonder if he’ll blame me?”
“How do you know he’s a young man and not an old man?”
“Though I haven’t seen his face, I’ve seen his eyes. Eyes that bright couldn’t belong to an old man. Besides, do I look that easy to fool?”
Zhou Wangshu: “…You’re the smartest.”
If she kept being this smart, she might end up tricked into ruin by someone.
“I’ll go find Chen Buyu tomorrow to ask around.” Su Yaoguang said.
The flute sound disturbing their rest continued, and before they could act, other scholars grew impatient first.
“Play, play, play—those who don’t know might think there’s a funeral at the academy. Can you not be so ominous?”
Xiao Yanci frustratedly put down the jade flute in his hand.
Why was this life different?
Zhou Wangshu shouldn’t exist; it must be because of this change that everything became different.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Yanci had a fever again.
“Yaoguang… save me…”
At this moment, he clearly knew that if there was someone willing to give selflessly without regrets, that person would definitely be Su Yaoguang.
But in this life, she was taken by Zhou Wangshu.
If Zhou Wangshu disappeared, would he once again have her filling his heart and eyes like in the previous life?
The next day, the yamen sent people to administer medicine.
In the end, the yamen approved Jiang Jing’s prescription and decided to administer medicine throughout the city. But this meant medicinal herbs were short. The yamen asked major pharmacies to provide them, promising after this disaster to hold a commendation ceremony to reward the shops that aided in disaster relief and exempt them from three years of tax revenue.
The academy heavily hired strong and robust guards to keep order and selected some clean and honest ones from the refugees to care for the sick scholars.
Zhou Wangshu sat by the window and saw Xiao Yanci being supported by a young woman walking outside; he sneered lightly and continued reading with his head down.
“Wangshu, look at what tasty thing I made.” Su Yaoguang brought in pastries. “I was busy with work all morning!”
“I thought you went home.” Zhou Wangshu hadn’t seen her and thought she’d returned to Peach Blossom Workshop.
“Peach Blossom Workshop has my wife watching it; many things don’t need my attention now. My current task is to take care of you, of course, to make you physically and mentally pleased. Here, you’ve taken so much medicine; your mouth must be bitter. These pastries are made to your favorite taste.” Su Yaoguang pinched a piece of pastry and fed it into Zhou Wangshu’s mouth. “How is it?”
“Mm, delicious.” Zhou Wangshu ate two pieces in a row. “Now you can make your request.”
