Chapter 1643: The Road Home

Mo Cheng made an "oh" sound.

Not daring to bring up this matter again, he could only turn off the lights and go to sleep.

……

Hu Xi'er did not sleep all night and felt that her eye bags had even appeared; this was not because the bookworm Mo Cheng had suddenly become enlightened yesterday.

If one were to count on him becoming enlightened, it would be better to believe the nonsense that a sow could climb a tree.

Mo Cheng looked foolishly at Hu Xi'er's haggard appearance; they hadn't done anything yesterday, after all.

How did Hu Xi'er become so haggard?

Mo Cheng was a bit confused.

Could it be……..

After pondering for a moment, Mo Cheng tentatively asked, "Xi'er, you wouldn't have been thinking about that matter all night, would you?"

"That matter?" Hu Xi'er raised an eyebrow and glared at Mo Cheng.

Seeing Hu Xi'er's reaction, Mo Cheng suddenly realized; it must be because she was thinking about the matter he had brought up last night that she had become so haggard.

Thinking about it carefully, it was true; it was all his fault for being too abrupt.

He hadn't given Hu Xi'er any time to prepare.

Newton and Stephenson were both British, and there was quite a large gap between them and the Longyan people in terms of living habits, clothing, and the like.

After all, although one wouldn't say the British were still living a life of drinking blood and eating raw meat.

It was pretty much the same.

The people here actually treated fish roe as something only a Noble could eat.

Even more outrageous were those raw animal innards; they could actually tolerate boiling animal innards in plain water without adding anything at all to eat them.

Whether in the future or the present, Mo Cheng said no to this kind of so-called cuisine.

Although the situation had improved a lot now that Hu Xi'er was in charge of the cooking.

There were no longer those messy foods, but one could still see Newton and the other British people occasionally trying some mush that was very strange in both color and taste.

As for this mush, Mo Cheng was kept at a distance just by looking at the color, let alone the taste.

However, even so.

If Newton and Stephenson were really going to go to Longyan, then problems like this would have to be solved.

One had to say, Hu Xi'er was still the thoughtful one.

He felt ashamed.

Mo Cheng gave Hu Xi'er an apologetic smile.

Hu Xi'er was stunned; why was this bookworm smiling at her for no reason, and smiling so shyly at that? Had he thought of something?

"Xi'er, thank you for considering so much. Sigh, these things should have been arranged by me originally; I didn't expect you to have thought of them all."

Mo Cheng sighed: "It is my dereliction of duty."

"???" Hu Xi'er had question marks on her forehead.

What did that mean? What was this guy talking about?

Mo Cheng looked at Hu Xi'er's expression and felt even more heartache: "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

"I even thought you didn't welcome them; I didn't expect you to be so welcoming of them going to our home." Mo Cheng was moved by himself.

Hearing this, the others looked at Mo Cheng.

Hu Xi'er was bewildered; what on earth did she do last night? How come she didn't know she had thought so much?

The reason I didn't sleep well yesterday was entirely because of you, you jerk.

Curious, she asked in a low voice: "Did you tell your wife about the two of us wanting to go to Longyan?"

Mo Cheng nodded, then said very straightforwardly: "You don't know, yesterday when she heard you were going to Longyan and staying at my place, she kicked me out right then and there."

Hearing this, everyone's faces turned pale, but they were not that shocked.

After all, according to Hu Xi'er's personality, she was truly capable of doing such a thing.

They hadn't expected Hu Xi'er to have such a big opinion of them; if they were to go to Longyan, they didn't know what kind of treatment they would face at Mo Cheng's house.

The two turned their heads and looked at Hu Xi'er with a mix of complexity and fear.

Hu Xi'er's face flushed red as she stared at Mo Cheng; why did this jerk say everything out loud? And was I angry yesterday because of this?

It was all because of you, you jerk, and the wicked thing you did last night.

Hu Xi'er coughed twice, her face returning to calm, and she said without changing her expression or skipping a beat: "Everyone, don't misunderstand; I personally am very much looking forward to the two of you visiting Longyan."

"My house is also big enough for the two of you to stay."

"The reason I argued with Mo Cheng yesterday was purely because of a private matter; everyone, don't misunderstand, the main reason was Mo Cheng's fault."

Hu Xi'er placed her hand on the table, and after she moved it away, a deformed iron spoon lay on the table.

It was as if... she was threatening them.

Hu Xi'er chuckled: "Did everyone remember?"

Everyone swallowed in fear, looking at the deformed iron spoon; Newton had recently been doing research on force, and he knew better than anyone how much force it took to bend an iron spoon.

At the very least, an average adult man could not do it, bending it with one hand.

Stephenson was a researcher who had once used experiments to prove how long an iron spoon could be used; the answer was that it could be used for a very long time, and if it wasn't corroded by salt, it might last ten years without any problems.

Mo Cheng had once endured this unbearable weight and had a personal understanding of Hu Xi'er's strength.

The three of them swallowed in unison, not daring to say more.

But seeing through it without saying it, the three of them stiffly shifted their gazes away from Hu Xi'er's face.

Hu Xi'er was very satisfied with this effect.

She sat down gently and looked at Mo Cheng as tenderly as a gentle maiden.

Mo Cheng did not dare to meet their eyes.

Hu Xi'er said softly, "Alright, I fully support you two going to Longyan, but Mo Cheng and I are currently under house arrest in Britain and cannot leave for the time being."

"I don't even know when we will be able to return to Longyan."

Hu Xi'er sighed, "Do you understand now?"

The two remained silent; they had long known about Hu Xi'er and Mo Cheng being under house arrest in Britain.

Don't be fooled by the fact that both of them rely on research, especially Newton, who seems to have a very good relationship with George III and the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the Prime Minister of Britain.

But that is not the case at all.

When it comes down to it, Newton is just someone who does scientific research.

Even with Haren's badge and the Chancellor of the Exchequer's badge in his hands.

In reality, he has no real power, just like how he is a Councilor, yet the matters discussed in Parliament.

have absolutely nothing to do with him.

It is all in name only, all fake.

The only purpose of this title is to help Newton resolve some issues that do not involve laws.

To obtain some privileges and make some people follow his orders.

Just like the Britain Chief of Security.

Stephenson has even less power; he is merely a researcher for the Dreadnought-class Battleship, possessing a resounding title but no actual authority.

To those royal Nobles, they are nothing more than tools to ensure their own profit.

Thinking of this, the two sighed heavily and looked at Mo Cheng and Hu Xi'er.

"Sorry, I cannot help you with this matter."

Mo Cheng and Hu Xi'er expressed their understanding; they had already sent letters to the legendary figure Liu Zheng in Longyan, and since there had been no reply yet, it was likely there was no Method.

Just at this moment, the voice of a mail carrier rang out: "Sir, your mail."

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