Chapter 1480: How to write the word

Office!

Chen Guanlou lay on the soft couch as if he had no bones.

His legs were a bit weak!

A stunner is a stunner! Gifted by heaven, ordinary women aren't even as good as one of her fingers. Like a demon, living by sucking the essence of men.

Chen Guanlou felt like he was about to be squeezed dry!

He must take good care of himself.

He ate pills like candy, crunching them!

Medical Official Mu walked in from outside, and upon seeing his complexion, let out an "eh".

"My Lord, may this old man take your pulse?"

Chen Guanlou stretched out his hand casually. "Take it, I also want to know what's wrong with me!"

Medical Official Mu placed his hand on his wrist, his expression slightly serious.

Chen Guanlou wasn't worried at all; with the Longevity Dao Fruit, he couldn't possibly get sick. At most, maybe, perhaps, kidney deficiency!

"How is it, did you diagnose anything?"

Medical Official Mu finished taking the pulse and said after deliberation: "My Lord, you must be moderate!"

"Are you saying I'm overindulging?"

Medical Official Mu laughed. "My Lord is vigorous, but you still need to be moderate! Why don't I prescribe a tonic."

"How much of a tonic?"

"A great tonic!" Medical Official Mu said solemnly.

Upon hearing "great tonic," Chen Guanlou became interested. "Prescribe it, prescribe it now. I also want to taste how powerful a great tonic is."

Medical Official Mu immediately picked up his pen and wrote, prescribing a great tonic.

Chen Guanlou looked at the names of the medicinal herbs on it; even if he didn't understand pharmacology, he knew that these herbs were all for strengthening the yang and nourishing the kidneys.

"I have kidney deficiency?" He couldn't believe it.

"Not at all, not at all! My Lord is so robust, how could you have kidney deficiency. These herbs are just to replenish essence and energy, making My Lord happier!"

He really knows how to talk!

Chen Guanlou accepted the prescription with a smile.

After pondering for a while, he still went down to the Jia-grade prison to visit Magistrate Ding.

After all, he had slept with the man's daughter.

When they met, Magistrate Ding wouldn't even pay attention to him. Clearly, he already knew the fact that his daughter had been slept with by him.

"Magistrate Ding, if you give me ten thousand taels, I'll help your family arrange a better place for exile, how about that?"

"Little thief Chen, you are bullying people too much!" Magistrate Ding suddenly erupted, scolding sternly, "You slept with my daughter, and still ask me for money, is there any law, any heaven? You go back on your word, what face do you have to call yourself the most trustworthy. You are just a shameless villain!"

"Wait, where did I go back on my word?" Chen Guanlou was furious. "Have I ever promised you, have I ever agreed to you? You don't know what's good for you. I kindly helped you, even if you don't think for yourself, you should think for the children. Don't you want a son, don't you want a grandson? Do you want them to die in the place of exile? Magistrate Ding, ask yourself, have I ever treated you unfairly?"

"You keep refusing me, refusing my daughter. Then you turn around and sleep with my daughter, isn't that going back on your word? We agreed, I offer my daughter, you help me live. Did you do it?"

"You are simply farting!"

Chen Guanlou laughed in anger. "Let you know what's good and bad. I refused you, and didn't promise to sleep with your daughter, I did that. It was your daughter who took the initiative to find me, and I made it clear. However, guess what she said. She said, she came to find me not for you, but for herself, wanting to find a place to stay for herself. In other words, I slept with her, this is a transaction between me and her, not between me and you. Where is the going back on my word!"

"Impossible! My daughter is the most filial, she could never do such a thing." Magistrate Ding's face was ferocious. In his impression, his obedient and sensible daughter could never defy his wishes.

He didn't believe it!

Chen Guanlou sneered, mocking: "You treated her like a commodity, sending her here and there; she didn't hate you to death, which is already extra filial. Rather than listening to you, she'd rather make her own choice and send herself to me. At least, I fought for a good citizen status for her, and spared her from the suffering of exile."

"You... are you saying all this is true?" Magistrate Ding was greatly stimulated.

Chen Guanlou nodded. "She serves well, tomorrow I will also set up a mansion for her, letting her truly stand up. Magistrate Ding, I said before, you are too selfish, calculating everywhere. No one is willing to plan for you, it's your own fault! But if you had even a little consideration for your family, your daughter wouldn't be so ruthless and heartless, only considering herself. After all, she is a filial child, having been filial to you for twenty-something years!"

"You, you, you... truly an unfilial daughter! Great unfilial! This official will beat you to death!"

"Father, save your heart. You are about to go to the execution ground, at least be decent. If you beat me to death, no one will help you collect your corpse and bury you. After you die, you'll be thrown directly into the mass grave, are you sure you want that?"

One sentence calmed Magistrate Ding's anger.

Life and death are important!

Mass grave? How could he be buried in a mass grave, without even a person to worship him.

Magistrate Ding suddenly felt sorrow from his heart, tears falling down. "Forget it, forget it! This official has enjoyed for decades, the final decency is still needed. Daughter, remember to prepare a good coffin for your father, set up a monument, looking towards the ancestral home. Even if I can't be buried in the ancestral grave, your father must face his hometown every day." ===== CHAPTER 1488 =====

You wretched girl!

He wants to kill that wretched girl!

Chen Guanlou watched the other party's crazed appearance and clicked his tongue in wonder.

"Lord Ding, even if you are to die, you should at least die with some dignity. If your colleagues in the officialdom saw you like this, what face would you have left? You wouldn't want to leave behind a reputation for having no integrity after your death, would you? Every year, officials die on the execution grounds; look at them, then look at yourself—the difference is clear. Acting like this won't help your descendants make a comeback!"

He offered his advice with genuine sincerity: if one dies with dignity, then ten or twenty years later, if his children and grandchildren have a chance to rise again, his former colleagues might recall the scene of his death with a sigh, and perhaps, with a soft heart, they might lend a hand.

If one dies without dignity and loses all face, only a repulsive impression remains in the minds of the living. If his descendants want to make a comeback, they truly won't be able to borrow any strength at all!

Most people don't remember the little details of the past. But they will certainly remember what someone looked like at the moment of their death! After all, there is nothing more important than life and death!

It was unclear whether Lord Ding had taken it to heart, but at any rate, his cursing grew quieter, while his complexion turned even ashier, much like that of a dying man.

"Lord Ding, look on the bright side! How can there be anyone who doesn't die? It's just a matter of dying sooner or later. When you die, at least there will be someone to collect your remains. If your children and grandchildren are unfortunate, they won't even have anyone to collect theirs. Comparing it like this, don't you feel a bit better?"

While comforting others, Chen Guanlou didn't forget to twist the knife.

Lord Ding gave a bitter laugh, his expression exceptionally miserable and desolate.

"I never knew that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen detested me so much. And I never knew that my own daughter hated me so much. Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, am I a failure?"

"You've eaten, drunk, slept, and enjoyed yourself; that doesn't count as failure. Many people live for decades without ever having enough to eat or wear, and when they die, they can't even get a bowl of meat broth. They don't complain about heaven or blame others, so what right do you have to call yourself a failure?"

Chen Guanlou's words were like a dagger stabbing into Lord Ding's heart.

Lord Ding was in pain!

Precisely because he had enjoyed himself, he didn't want to die even more, and felt like a failure even more.

Those who have never enjoyed themselves, of course, will have no regrets. Because they don't even know how to write the two characters for 'enjoyment,' nor what kind of experience 'enjoyment' is! If you have never possessed it, how can there be regrets?

On the contrary, those who have possessed it feel all the more heartbroken and miserable!