Chapter 114: Are You Afraid the Carrier Pigeon Will Get Tired?

Looking at the homework that had already been burned to ashes—he had already written nearly half of it!

Just thinking about how he was about to enter a period of frantically catching up on homework, suffering until he went mad.

Yi Jiang beat his chest and stamped his feet, overcome with regret.

He hated it so much!

Watching him stomp his feet in anger and keep hitting his left hand with his right in such a bizarre manner, the servant hesitantly asked.

"Little Young Master, you, what's wrong?"

Yi Jiang turned his head to look at him, his eye sockets bright red, stretched his little neck and let out a shout, deafening, his voice choked, every word soaked in tears.

"You don't understand!"

Just as he was gazing up at the sky at a melancholy forty-five-degree angle.

Suddenly a flapping sound came from above his head, followed by a lump of something cool that dropped straight down and smacked onto his forehead with a splat.

Shang Xiaomin nodded.

"Hurry up and catch it!"

"It really is."

Yi Jiang looked closely.

But just as I got close, I burst out laughing.

"Worry not, if something has happened to Yu'an, that grudge, we'll repay sooner or later!"

"Bad—you can't say it, but he wants to tell others."

"What are you all still standing around for?!"

Let's see how it can still poop!

Of course, that one thing I absolutely will say out loud.

Meanwhile, beneath the Seventh Prince's Residence of Muyuan Kingdom.

"What is it."

"What happened to Young Master Cheng? Could something be amiss up there?"

"That one, there's an extra stroke, and that one, there's an extra dot."

"Big problems, those are all big problems."

"Bad."

Cheng Chengxuan, he secretly made a move against Yu'an, and you prepared a sharp thorn behind his back.

Now it was politeness mixed with contempt, even carrying a few traces of respect.

"Oh dear, you can't hit it, you can't hit it!"

"Ugh—"

I bet Qingzhu hasn't taken the antidote this month.

Looks like I guessed right!

Steward Zhao stopped at just the right point, and when he reached the crucial part, he closed his mouth and said no more.

Shang Xiaomin ran over gasping for breath, waving his hands repeatedly.

He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief while glaring fiercely at the pigeon on the ground, grinding his molars.

Yu'an: "……"

Then he shook his head.

……

Seeing this, Steward Cao nodded with the satisfied air of an old man.

"The auntie at home is well-versed in medicine; I've been influenced by her and picked up a smattering of it. After observing these past few days, I've discovered that he and Qingmu both seem to have been poisoned by some kind of drug."

I wasn't curious about what the Old Master wanted to say to his friend—I simply wanted to help the Old Master see how the Young Master's studies were coming along.

Yi Jiang picked up the letter, blew on it, and nodded with a self-satisfied air.

Steward Zhao gave a slight nod.

An Luo said a few soothing words in a heavy voice.

On the road, recalling what An Luo had said earlier, Steward Zhao seemed to casually size up Qingzhu, first showing a strange expression, then shaking his head.

Shang Xiaomin's face wore an indescribable expression.

"Carrier Pigeon?"

He has no other ideas?

Shang Xiaomin hesitated for a moment, but still chose to follow along.

Watching, Yi Jiang suddenly let out a gasp.

Sure enough, he found a Bamboo Tube on the pigeon's leg.

"Hahahahaha……"

I should have retreated!

"Great job, truly impressive!"

Immediately after, a stench drilled straight into his nostrils.

"Young Master, you can't hit it, that's the Carrier Pigeon our residence raises."

The fellow sighed and stroked the Carrier Pigeon's feathers.

Thank you so much for thinking of me like that!

Hearing this, a flicker of displeasure crossed Steward Zhao's eyes, but he still stood up, closed his eyes and rubbed his face, pressing down the strange emotion.

"Truly strange……"

Fine, I really shouldn't have any expectations.

You guys……

Your Old Master, please grow a brain!

You said, "we."

But not a single one of those eight characters is the same!

Yet just a second ago, Yi Jiang was laughing so hard he could barely stand, clutching his belly, tears about to burst out from laughing.

The Steward's mouth instantly flattened into a line.

He swore he would avenge this dung-grudge!

Shang Xiaomin resolutely reached out his hand.

"Tell him to keep his emotions steady, don't let us find out."

Looking at Qingzhu leading the way behind, the corner of my mouth curved into an arc.

Steward Zhao's fist loosened just a little—clearly, just a moment ago he had been so angry he was about to explode, looking as if he could charge straight to Cheng Chengxuan and cut me into a thousand pieces.

Suddenly, the room door was knocked on.

What I just said was also a gamble.

I never intended to let that great ancestor practice his calligraphy either.

Cao Rong's family: "……"

But upon hearing those two words, the fury in his heart instantly dissipated by more than half.

Shang Xiaomin collapsed and covered his face.

Because Yi Jiang had only crookedly written one sentence—ten characters—and gotten two wrong.

I glanced indifferently at the person behind me.

My expression left Qingzhu completely baffled.

Time passed in the twice-daily carrier pigeon letters between the two great companions.

Steward Zhao wore a face full of conflict.

Yi Jiang clenched his fist tightly, so angry his nostrils flared wide, snorting like a little calf.

Sure enough, I won my gamble—and also discovered something rather uninteresting.

"Not a shred of a tiger's mighty majesty—just like your Fat Tiger!"

"You stinky bird, you actually pooped on my head!"

We……

Saying that, I took the lead up the steps, heading toward Cheng Chengxuan's Study.

Fine, judging by mindset, very few people can match up to Old Master.

Anticipation showed on Shang Xiaomin's face.

I added strokes while speaking.

: Hahahahaha, laughing you to death!

This way it's also considered returning the favor!

Hearing An Luo's words, Steward Zhao was beyond furious, tightly clenching his fist, and with a "bang" slammed it heavily onto the table.

Yi Jiang raised a fist, angrily pointing at the pigeon fallen on the ground and shouting.

Could it be that Old Master discovered the gap between himself and his great companion, and made up his mind to hang himself from the beam and stab his thigh, determined to press on?

Steward Zhao sighed, first looked all around, confirmed there were no other people, then slowly began to speak.

Steward Zhao walked over, and the moment he opened the door, he returned to his usual calm and composed manner.

An Luo on the screen, seeing my appearance, felt a surge of emotion.

And Yu'an, who received the message, looked at the words on the paper and fell into thought.

"Young Master Cheng, His Highness is looking for you."

"Let's go."

Looks like he really does care about Zaituan.

"I was afraid of displeasing His Highness and didn't want to say it, but today seeing your complexion, it seems the poison is about to flare up……"

Added to the intelligence An Luo brought—those Dead Soldiers have to take an antidote once every month.

"Please, Young Master Chengxuan, make it clear."

I secretly observed Qingzhu's expression.

That person is also one of Cao Rong's Personal Guards, seems to be called, Qingzhu?

Opening it, the slightly childish handwriting on it was clearly Yu'an's.

"He's really had it tough."

Yi Jiang raised a hand to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead; the ink on his hand smeared all over his face, instantly turning him into a little calico cat.

And Yi Jiang, back in his room, propped one hand on the desk, brows tightly knit, face stern, putting on a perfectly solemn appearance, and energetically brandished his writing brush.

Looking at the Study door, a warmth flickered in Steward Zhao's eyes.

"I didn't expect Yu'an to be able to write so many characters already."

But when she looked at him again, the expression on Qingzhu's face changed—what had been polite distance.

"Knock knock knock!"

Sure enough, Qingzhu was first surprised; upon hearing about the poisoning, her face grew very intense; until I mentioned the poison was about to act up, her expression turned solemn, deep in thought.

"Young Master Cheng, His Highness is still waiting for you, let's hurry over."

"Yes, you're ill and can't leave the residence, and the honored guest can't come visit you either. The Old Master was afraid you'd be bored, so he specially picked out a Carrier Pigeon, to let you and your great companion exchange letters, to pass the time."

"Wasn't it just four characters, and was there anything wrong with that?"

"Oh no!"

"But so much time has passed, and they're still being naughty, so you're also thinking that there must be some secret in there that can't be spoken of to outsiders."

"You're killing me — the big tiger Yu'an raised is way too dumb!"

"Little Master is going to lock it in a cage and starve it for a few meals!"

"Huh?"

Got that angry?

Are you afraid the carrier pigeon can't bear too many characters and will tire itself out?

Yi Jiang hadn't even finished washing her face yet. Hearing my words, she hurriedly wiped it a few times with a handkerchief and ran excitedly toward the pigeon.

That person is older than him, yet knows far fewer characters than he does.

"I actually laid hands on Yu'an?!"

A few days later, I happened to overhear the household guards mention that Qingzhu had gone out on business last month and had only just returned a few days ago.

"Ah!"

"I'm furious!"

Then we're done for?

Cao Rongjia's lips moved slightly, repeating those two characters aloud several times, her face growing redder and redder, the flush spreading all the way to her neck.

One sentence, just a few characters — is it worth a whole trip?

Hearing those words, Shang Xiaomin beside me gave me a speechless look, feeling utterly deflated.

My appearance made Qingzhu even more curious, and she looked at me intently.

Carrier Pigeon: "……"

"You go back to your room first. I need to write a reply to Yu'an and have a good laugh at that big tiger!"

Called personal guards, but in reality they were just dead soldiers who couldn't see the light of day.