Chapter 125: Deep Courtyard

Wang Yang said: "Didn't I say before that I wanted you to be a book boy? I ask you, what does a book boy do?"

Little A-Wu shook her head blankly.

"Book boy, book boy, of course, you do things related to books. It's much more important than cooking or cleaning! You have to organize my study. As I get more and more books, you have to classify and arrange them. For example, cutting paper, grinding ink, and copying. If I write a post or copy something, do I have to do it myself every time? Doesn't it still have to be you? If you are illiterate and don't know books, how can you do it? That's why I sent you to school. The better you learn, the more competent a book boy you can be."

Little A-Wu suddenly felt that the burden on her body was incomparably heavy, but thinking that she could better serve the Young Master, her fighting spirit quickly rose: "Young Master, don't worry! A-Wu will definitely study hard! A-Wu will definitely be a competent book boy!"

Wang Yang practiced until dusk before returning to the city. He held little A-Wu while riding the horse, and Chen Qingshan walked.

Little A-Wu looked at Chen Qingshan, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Young Master, A-Wu is not tired. A-Wu will get off the horse and walk; let Sister sit instead."

A faint blush immediately appeared on Chen Qingshan's cold, frost-like face.

Wang Yang coughed and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense."

Little A-Wu didn't understand and said earnestly: "A-Wu can really walk by herself! Sister is tired from walking, let Sister come and sit!"

Wang Yang glanced at Chen Qingshan and joked: "Actually... it wouldn't be impossible to take turns sitting..."

A flash of shy annoyance crossed Chen Qingshan's phoenix eyes; her expression darkened, and she rested her hand on the sword hilt.

Wang Yang hurriedly said to A-Wu: "Don't switch. Your Sister Chen has long legs and walks fast, she doesn't need to ride a horse."

Chen Qingshan: (→_→)

The three of them entered the city before the gates closed.

At the city gate, a man dressed elegantly with a feminine appearance approached, lowering his head and bowing: "Young Master Wang."

"Who are you?"

"My master has an item for you to see, Young Master." The man took three sheets of paper from his sleeve and handed them to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang took them and looked, his heart shaking violently!!!

The first sheet was actually the official document from Captain Xue and Clerk Wang reporting to their superiors about encountering the Langya Wang clan in the A-Qu forest! Besides retelling the process, it specifically emphasized "authenticity unverified."

The remaining two sheets were the testimonies of those soldiers, recording Wang Yang's appearance and what he had said quite thoroughly! Except for the Black Man and Ding Jiu, everyone had given an oral statement! Even the matter of the Northern spy mark was there!

How was this obtained?

Was it a record of the conversation during the investigation? Or... torture?

At that time, Wang Yang had impersonated the Langya Wang clan in a hurry. In order to protect himself, and because time was tight, he had used many exaggerated and risky words, leaving many loopholes. He could bluff those soldiers, but if it were someone who knew the ropes, they would see something wrong at a glance.

These three sheets of paper were very light, but if one understood the danger they represented, they were as heavy as a thousand catties!

If it were someone with poor psychological quality, holding these three things that could end their life, they would be trembling on the spot.

But Wang Yang was a person who remained calm in the face of major events and was accustomed to treating heavy matters lightly; otherwise, he couldn't have lived so comfortably under the immense pressure after transmigrating. Firstly, his psychological quality was indeed excellent, and secondly, his personality was humorous and optimistic, and he was good at self-regulating his emotions.

Many people mistakenly think that transmigrating is a very exciting and thrilling thing, but in fact, the desolation and loneliness of being billions of light-years away from home, drifting like duckweed, and never being able to see relatives and friends again in this life, as well as the insecurity of being able to "cancel one's household registration" at any time, is not something that ordinary people can understand.

So Wang Yang sometimes liked to joke and say some bad jokes that he wouldn't have been willing to say before transmigrating. Besides relieving his own pressure, it was also a way to warm himself. It was as if by telling those modern jokes, he proved that he hadn't broken contact with the past world and that he wasn't so lonely.

This kind of proof, if thought about carefully, was actually a bit pitiful.

Wang Yang wasn't afraid of becoming pitiful; he was only afraid that one day he would really forget the past, forget all the civilization and beauty of the modern era, and forget his mother's appearance.

Although Wang Yang was shocked in his heart at this moment, his expression showed no flaws. He asked: "Who is your master? Why show me this?"

The man lowered his head, his expression as submissive as a little daughter-in-law: "My master invites you to the mansion for a chat, Young Master."

He turned slightly and made a gesture of invitation. Behind him was a black ox cart, and the driver didn't look sideways.

Wang Yang's thoughts flashed like lightning, and he said: "What if I don't go?"

The feminine man wasn't angry and smiled: "That's fine, I will report truthfully to my master."

Wang Yang noticed that although his attitude was respectful, he had never referred to himself as "this lowly one."

Although this person spoke politely, if he didn't go, these pieces of evidence would probably be handed over to the Jingzhou government office.

He thought for a moment and beckoned: "Qingshan, come here."

The man smiled warmly: "My master only invites you alone, Young Master."

Wang Yang's expression was relaxed: "Alright, I will give some instructions." Then he leaned in and spoke into Chen Qingshan's ear.

No one heard what the two said, but it took a long time.

The feminine man maintained a humble smile throughout.

Chen Qingshan frowned several times, looking at Wang Yang, her clear, secluded eyes full of confusion.

"Do as I say, I'll be back soon."

After Wang Yang finished speaking, he swaggered onto the black ox cart.

The man sat in front of the cart and waved at Little A-Wu, who had been staring at him, revealing a feminine smile.

Little A-Wu was so frightened that she shuddered all over.

Chen Qingshan watched the ox cart drive away, then frowned and mounted her horse.

"Sister, what did the Young Master just say to you?"

Chen Qingshan was stunned and did not answer.

"Sister!"

A-Wu called out again.

"Ah... he said, let us go home..." Chen Qingshan was still immersed in utter bewilderment.

"And then?"

"And then... A-Wu, have you heard him talk about... a refrigerator?"

"Fridge... fragrance? No! What is that? Is it delicious?"

"I don't know either, but he just said... to put an elephant in a fridge, it takes three steps in total..."

A-Wu: "Eh????"

The ox cart stopped in front of a restaurant on Nan'an Street. The feminine man lifted the curtain and said politely: "Please, Young Master."

Wang Yang got off the cart and glanced at the restaurant's sign, which read "Ruyi Tower."

Wang Yang acted as if nothing had happened, didn't ask a single question, and walked into the restaurant as if attending a banquet.

The feminine man looked at Wang Yang's back, his eyes showing a strange look.

The waiter greeted them: "Welcome, guests, two of you?"

The feminine man said: "Ding-style private room."

"Alright!"

The waiter led the two to the innermost room on the first floor, didn't order food, didn't talk much, and left on his own, closing the door.

The room was elegantly decorated, with several famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall; it was unknown whether they were copies or originals.

The man walked to the "Luo Shen Fu Tu" painting signed by Gu Kaizhi, lifted the scroll, and pushed hard.

The wall in the middle rotated, and it was actually a secret door!

"Please, Young Master." The man still had a submissive posture.

The passage wasn't long, giving the feeling of a utility room corridor. It looked like a secret path specially partitioned during the restaurant's renovation, not as "high-end" as the tunnels often dug in TV dramas.

Out of the passage was a narrow alley.

Wang Yang observed quickly. This should be the back of the restaurant. Both ends of the alley were blocked by the back walls of buildings he didn't know, forming a closed space like a valley.

Opposite the exit of the passage was the gate of a courtyard.

In other words, unless one climbed over the walls of these tall buildings and walked on the roof, the only way to reach this courtyard seemed to be through the restaurant's secret passage.

The feminine man said: "Please wait a moment, Young Master, I will go in and report."

Wang Yang was very willing to let this person report the situation when he arrived. He waited for a while, and a maid with a sword walked out, saying coldly: "You wait here, you are not allowed to walk around at will."

Is this where they start to manipulate me?

Wang Yang smiled and lifted his leg to break in.

The maid drew her sword: "Presumptuous!"

Wang Yang faced the blade without blinking, certain that the other party wouldn't dare to attack him.

After all, that so-called "master" had gone to great lengths to invite him to such a secret place. Without the master's order, how could the subordinates dare to kill at will?

Just kidding!

The maid really didn't dare to act, so she could only hurry back to report.

The courtyard was deep, planted with willows, and flowers and trees were fragrant.

Along the way, swordsmen kept jumping out, holding long swords and scolding Wang Yang to stop.

Wang Yang walked through the sword light and flower shadows, his expression faint, as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard. ===== CHAPTER 126 =====