Reborn: I Found The Wrong Brother

As soon as these two words popped into his mind, Lou Qingtang got goosebumps all over his body. He quickly poured himself a cup of cold tea and drank half of it in one gulp to calm himself down.

In the morning, Xiao Nong went to the Dali Temple again. On the way, Lou Qingtang followed him. Before he could say a word, he saw Xiao Nong had the carriage parked outside the Huai'an Marquis Mansion and ordered his men to run around to deliver the message.

During the whole process, he had an ambiguous smile on his face and was not angry even when he was rejected perfunctorily. This was very different from his usual self and his behavior was extremely strange.

Thinking back to that day on the pleasure boat, after pulling the drugged beauty out of the water, Xiao Nong's attitude could be described as protecting his food...

My God, is it true that the iron tree has blossomed?

Lou Qingtang hissed. It was not easy to tease him in this regard, nor to ask Xiao Nong directly about his thoughts. However, he was so curious that he beat around the bush: "I heard that you have an engagement, right?"

Xiao Nong glanced at him: "Yeah."

"I used to think that you remained chaste for so many years because of your rumored engagement partner," Lou Qingtang winked, "but now..."

Xiao Nong's eyebrows slightly knitted together, and he interrupted calmly: "The engagement was arranged by my father, I have never acknowledged it, and the person is dead, there is no need to mention it again."

It was only occasionally rumored that Xiao Nong had an engagement, but he had never heard of who it was. After hearing what he said, Lou Qingtang became even more curious: "Dead?"

"When I was seven years old, my father returned to Beijing to attend the Emperor's birthday celebration."

Seeing that Lou Qingtang had helped him analyze the situation, Xiao Nong was in a good mood and had some patience and interest in answering**: "He came back and told me that the Crown Princess is pregnant, and he has made an agreement with the Crown Prince to get me and that fetus married."**

Xiao Nong lived a comfortable life in Mobei at that time. The old King Ding's subordinates all doted on and loved the prince, and raised him to become a little bully. Naturally, they were not happy about it.

He didn't even know whether the baby in the Crown Princess' belly was beautiful or ugly, round or flat, or whether he liked her temperament or not. He arranged the marriage for no apparent reason, and caused a big quarrel with Prince Ding.

But it only lasted for a while and then it stopped.

First the crown prince forced the emperor to abdicate and was shot to death outside the palace gate. All the people in the Eastern Palace were slaughtered, and naturally the crown princess was not spared either.

After listening to this secret story, Lou Qingtang finally understood why it was said that Xiao Nong had been engaged, but few people knew the inside story.

Xiao Nong's childhood sweetheart, who was seven years younger than him, was probably dead before he was born.

How much the old emperor loved the prince whom he raised with his own hands, and how much he hated him after that. Naturally, no one dared to mention it again.

Tsk tsk, that's so miserable.

Lou Qingtang sighed in his heart and cupped his hands: "My condolences."

"I've never seen it before. Why are you so sad?" Xiao Nong said in a casual tone. He didn't care much and had no interest in continuing the topic. He changed the subject and asked, "How is the thing I asked you to do going?"

When it comes to what Xiao Nong is doing, Lou Qingtang is a little puzzled: "You suddenly want me to collect Mr. Chunsong's paintings. Even if I have accumulated some business contacts over the years, I can't be that fast. Didn't you send Zhan Rong to Gusu? I asked him to go with me to find the collector."

Xiao Nong didn't even bat an eyelid: "Send the painting as soon as possible."

Lou Qingtang said angrily: "Yes, yes, Your Highness Prince Ding, do you really think of me as an errand boy?"

Xiao Nong was fiddling with the Tian Huang stone seal in his hand with great interest and ignored him.

He had plenty of Tian Huang stones on the shelves of his study and in his warehouse, many of which were of better quality than the one in his hand. But the more he looked at this one, the more he liked it, and the more he looked at it, the more it suited his taste.

Although it was not sent to him alone, the other one was sent to Marquis Huai'an... He could barely accept it.

Seeing that Xiao Nong ignored him, Lou Qingtang was so angry that he drank three more cups of tea: "Let me make it clear first, you have to pay for the painting yourself. People have collected the paintings for so many years, so the price must be high. I won't pay for it for you."

Xiao Nong was not annoyed**: "Of course."**

Lou Qingtang was not Xiao Nong's subordinate. His family had been practicing medicine for three generations and Lou Qingtang had been extremely talented in medicine since he was a child. However, he had no interest in saving lives and did not like practicing medicine. He preferred to be a businessman and make money.

Throughout history, scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans have been divided into classes. Even after the establishment of the Yong Dynasty, merchants were encouraged, but in the eyes of most people, merchants were still lowly. For this reason, Lou Qingtang was almost kicked out of the house and had several falling outs with his family.

Six years ago, when Liaodong was still in chaos, the prices of local specialties such as sable fur and deer antlers were extremely high. Lou Qingtang risked his life alone and went to Liaodong to transport the goods. Unfortunately, he ran into a group of Oirat people. If he had not met Xiao Nong who came to quell the rebellion, he would have died.

[The Oirats = group of different tribes that have lived in Central Asia for centuries / Invaders]

After repelling the group of Oirat people, Xiao Nong suffered from a headache. In order to repay him for saving his life, he took out a silver needle after a long absence and gave him acupuncture to relieve the pain, but it was only a temporary solution and not a cure.

In the past few years, while running his own business, Lou Qingtang ran around to ask Xiao Nong for ways to treat headaches. Whenever Xiao Nong gave an order, he would go to do the job. He was both a friend and a semi-subordinate.

However, Xiao Nong's headaches were getting worse and worse. In the past, acupuncture could provide some relief, but now it was completely ineffective.

Every time he had a headache, Xiao Nong's temper would become extremely violent, murderous and bloodthirsty, but his face did not show it, which was like a dark and surging torrent, making it even more frightening.

Just after returning to Beijing a few days ago, Xiao Nong's headache flared up particularly badly. Seeing that there was no way to deal with it, Lou Qingtang ran away and went outside to study how to help him get rid of the barbarian poison.

Anyway, His Royal Highness Prince Ding is very strong. He has been in pain for so many years, and he won't die from the pain in a short time.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt you. I almost forgot." Lou Qingtang lowered his head and took out his sleeve pocket**. "Your headache is getting more and more frequent and serious. I estimate that it will come back in the next two days. I made a new prescription for you. Maybe it can relieve the pain. You can try it to see if it works."**

Xiao Nong leaned back where he was and didn't move.

Lou Qingtang shook the prescription in his hand in confusion: "At least give it a try, you're not going to try antibiotics, are you?"

The carriage stopped steadily and arrived at Prince Ding's Mansion. The secret guard bent over and opened the curtain.

Xiao Nong put away the seal, stood up slowly and said, "No need."

"This king has good medicine."

Zhong Yansheng had no interest in studying for the entire afternoon.

There were too many medicines sent by Xiao Nong's people, so Zhong Yansheng had to move to another place to hide them. While hiding, he couldn't help but think of what he had read in a travelogue: there was a small animal called squirrel in the Liaodong area, which would hoard things in order to avoid starving to death during the winter.

Although he was not afraid of starving to death, he also felt that he was dying.

So, did His Royal Highness Prince Ding discover his identity?

This question popped up in Zhong Yansheng's mind for the thirtieth time.

If he didn't find out, why did he do all these things? If he did find out, why didn't he come and settle the score with him directly?

Zhong Yansheng was extremely conflicted, not knowing whether he was more panicked or confused. He was so anxious that he wanted to rush to Xiao Nong and ask him directly what he meant.

But he didn't have the courage.

He lost his focus for the third time.

Zhong Sidu stopped explaining and lowered his eyes to watch Zhong Yansheng's bright black eyes gradually lose focus. He held his chin with his hands, his gaze drifting to an unknown place. His thin eyelids were a little red, like peach petals. Even when he was in a daze, he was so beautiful that he didn't seem like a real person.

After looking for a while, he looked away, put two fingers together, and tapped the table in front of Zhong Yansheng.

With a "dong" sound, Zhong Yansheng came back to his senses. He was caught distracted. Feeling guilty and flustered, he lowered his head and pretended to be busy flipping through a book.

Zhong Sidu saw it, pursed his lips, and didn't expose it. But seeing that he was flipping through the pages in a mess, he still spoke: "Chapter 24."

Zhong Yansheng obediently turned back to Chapter 24.

Yun Cheng covered his face and turned away.

At first, he thought that Master Zhong Sidu had some bad intentions and wanted to bully his young master, but it turned out that Zhong Sidu just followed the Marquis's instructions and came to study with the young master. He was very patient and taught the young master for half a day.

How strange, how strange. Last time in Jinghua Garden, Zhong Sidu's attitude was not like this.

This made Yun Chengdu feel guilty, and he suspected that he was being mean-spirited.

Yun Cheng felt very complicated, and Zhong Sidu also had complicated eyes when he looked at Zhong Yansheng.

Only Zhong Yansheng was drowsy the whole time. He was so carefree that he didn't think much about it. He turned to Chapter 24 and continued to worry about Xiao Nong's matter.

It was not until Huai'an Marquis returned home from duty that Zhong Yansheng reluctantly finished watching everything he needed to watch. He followed Zhong Sidu to the main hall to prepare dinner for the family.

Zhong Yansheng had been thinking about Xiao Nong's affairs all day, and now he finally had some free time. He looked at Zhong Sidu's back as he walked in front of him, feeling confused.

When he came back yesterday, he ran into Zhong Sidu, who told him that he "would not like him", but Zhong Sidu's behavior today seemed inconsistent with what he said?

The thoughts of this true young master seem to be even harder to guess than those of His Royal Highness Prince Ding.

Maybe it was just because of the order from Marquis Huai'an that he came here to read with him?

Zhong Yansheng thought about it and felt that this was the only possibility. He suddenly felt that Zhong Sidu was very pitiful. He obviously hated him, but because of his father's request, he had to hold back his temper and teach him.

Zhong Yansheng thought very considerately that he should find a time to talk to Huai'an Marquis and ask Zhong Sidu not to come over, as it would be too embarrassing for him.

Zhong Sidu was walking in front, and when he heard the silence behind him, he couldn't help but look back at Zhong Yansheng.

What are you thinking about again?

Although he knew he shouldn't, he still became curious about Zhong Yansheng.

What on earth is going on in this man's mind? Why did he say such things to Marquis Huai'an? Does he really... not care about his position in the Marquis' Mansion at all?

Zhong Yansheng was stunned for a while, and then he noticed the gazes in front of him, and raised his eyes curiously: "Zhong Sidu, what's wrong with you?"

Dusk was falling, and the sky was dark. The mansion had already hung up lights to illuminate the road. The warm yellow light was reflected in those eyes, shining like stars, extremely bright.

Zhong Sidu felt as if he was burned. He turned his head back with a stern face and said nothing.

All right.

Zhong Yansheng sighed inwardly, he really still hated him.

Usually, Marquis Huai'an is busy with official duties, and there are few opportunities for the whole family to sit together for dinner.

Different from the atmosphere when they first sat together at the table, the atmosphere between Zhong Yansheng and Zhong Sidu was obviously more harmonious this time.

The Marquis's wife sent her maidservant to Chunwu Courtyard several times today to serve tea and water. She learned that the two were studying under the same roof and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. She was in a very good mood and smiled as she served them food: "Yuan'er, you studied hard today, eat more."

Zhong Yansheng cooperated well and acted out the brotherly love and respect: "Brother taught me well, brother, eat more."

When Zhong Sidu heard Zhong Yansheng calling him "brother", his fingers holding the bamboo chopsticks paused.

The first time he heard Zhong Yansheng call him brother, he was filled with annoyance and extremely unhappy. The Marquis of Huai'an and his wife were only supposed to have him as their son, and Zhong Yansheng was just a cuckoo occupying a magpie nest. How could he be a younger brother?

But... for some reason, he is not so averse to this title now.

After dinner, the Marquis's wife went to the Buddhist temple to copy the Buddhist scriptures that she had not finished copying during the day. Zhong Yansheng and Zhong Sidu were called to the study by the Marquis of Huai'an and asked to recite a few of what they had learned that day.

Zhong Yansheng finished reciting it haltingly and glanced at Huai'an Marquis nervously.

Knowing that Zhong Yansheng didn't have the patience to read these books in the past, it was already very good that he could recite them today. Huai'an Marquis stroked his beard and nodded in front of his youngest son's eager gaze: "Not bad."

It seemed that he had passed the test. Zhong Yansheng breathed a sigh of relief and began to move his feet out: "Then Dad, I will go back first?"

The whole thing fell into the eyes of Huai'an Marquis, who shook his head helplessly: "Go."

Seeing the Tian Huang stone seal on the desk of Marquis Huai'an, Zhong Yansheng smiled secretly.

Although the Marquis doesn't say that he likes it, he actually likes it very much and always carries it with him.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yansheng couldn't help but recall the seal that was sent to Xiao Nong by mistake.

It's alright, right?

Zhong Yansheng thought anxiously that there were so many priceless things in the study room of His Royal Highness Prince Ding's villa, and a small Tian Huang stone seal would not be of interest to him.

Seeing Zhong Yansheng leave, Huai'an Marquis's eyes fell on Zhong Sidu and asked suddenly**: "Did you overhear last night?"**

Zhong Sidu lowered his eyes, his expression as gentle as ever, and said nothing.

"I told you that this kid is consistent and won't fight with you."

Huai'an Marquis put his hands behind his back and stared at his long-lost son with a solemn expression: "After returning from the Flower Fighting Feast, I punished you to kneel in the ancestral hall for a whole night, but you still didn't think you were wrong. How about now, do you know you were wrong?"

Zhong Sidu pursed his lips and still said nothing.

Seeing that he was silent, Marquis Huai'an suddenly threw out a thunderbolt: "Do you think Dad really doesn't know who spread the rumor in the capital?"

Zhong Sidu drooped his eyelashes and trembled, then raised his head calmly and met the eyes of Huai'an Marquis.

The father and son stared at each other for a long time, and Huai'an Marquis exhaled heavily**: "Answer."**

After a long while, he finally heard Zhong Sidu's slightly hoarse voice: "There won't be a next time."

Huai'an Marquis nodded slightly and looked in the direction where Zhong Yansheng left: "Be a good brother from now on."

Be a good brother?

From now on, will he treat Zhong Yansheng as his... younger brother?

Zhong Sidu curled up the fingers hanging in his sleeves, thinking of the way Zhong Yansheng called him brother at the dinner table, and after a moment, nodded.

After what happened yesterday, Zhong Yansheng was even more reluctant to go out, for fear that he would run into Xiao Nong as soon as he went out.

But the days in Chunwuyuan are not as leisurely as before.

In the past, Zhong Yansheng stayed in Chunwu Courtyard, slept until noon every day, got up to drink tea and eat snacks, lie on the swing bed under the shade of flowers and read some leisure books. If he was interested, he would read serious books and paint a picture. He felt very comfortable.

But now all his idle books have been taken away by Huai'an Marquis, and Zhong Sidu has to call him to the study room every day to study together.

Moreover, Zhong Sidu came earlier and earlier, from the Si hour to the Chen hour - probably it was another order from Marquis Huai'an.

[Si hour = 9 to 11 am :: Chen hour = 7 to 9 am]

After three days of getting up early to study, Zhong Yansheng gradually turned into a bitter melon. He was visibly becoming more and more wilted. Finally, he couldn't help but discuss with Zhong Sidu: "How about you not come over tomorrow?"

Zhong Sidu met his eyes that flashed with expectation and paused: "Why?"

what why?

You didn't want to come in the first place, but I gave you a way out.

Zhong Yansheng felt wronged and collapsed, and said sincerely: "I don't want to embarrass you either."

The more sincere and considerate his tone was, the angrier Zhong Sidu became. He stared at him for a few moments, turned a page of the book, and said stiffly, "It's not difficult."

Zhong Yansheng was stunned for two moments, then he sobbed**: "..."**

He didn't even know that the real young master listened to the Marquis of Huai'an so much.

Zhong Sidu was not in a difficult situation, but Zhong Yansheng was almost in a dilemma.

Yun Cheng was responsible for taking care of Zhong Yansheng's daily life. He knew that Zhong Yansheng was a little grumpy when he woke up. He watched the good-tempered young master almost become irritable after getting up early for several days in a row.

In the dire straits where they were forced to work hard, Xiao Wenlan appeared again.

June is approaching, and the capital is getting hotter and hotter. The afternoon sun is especially hot. Even if you stay in the study, you still feel stuffy. Zhong Yansheng was about to fall asleep while reading a book when Yun Cheng suddenly came into the study and announced, "Master! Second Young Master Xiao Wenlan has come to the Marquis' Mansion and wants to see you."

After the last incident at Changliu Villa, Zhong Yansheng no longer trusted Xiao Wenlan very much.

But after getting up early for several days, Xiao Wenlan's sudden appearance was like a savior.

Zhong Yansheng stood up and looked at Zhong Sidu with sparkling eyes: "Since Second Young Master Xiao came to see me, I won't study today."

It's Xiao Wenlan again.

Last time in Jinghua Garden, Zhong Yansheng had been staying with Xiao Wenlan, chatting and laughing for half a day, without even glancing at him.

Thinking of the red marks that Zhong Yansheng carefully hid under his sleeves when they first met, Zhong Sidu's usual gentle smile gradually disappeared, and his face faded: "You want to go out with him?"

Zhong Yansheng didn't quite understand why he was unhappy, but he was used to the unpredictable and changing expression of His Royal Highness Prince Ding, so this was not something to be afraid of. He took the veil handed over by Yun Cheng, put it on smoothly, and flew out of the study lightly like a little bird flapping its wings: "I'm leaving!"

Only a faint orchid fragrance remains, which gradually fades away in the air.

Zhong Sidu stood there, watching Zhong Yansheng's back as he left excitedly, his lips pursed.

He didn't want Zhong Yansheng to meet Xiao Wenlan, but he suddenly realized that he seemed to have no position to let Zhong Yansheng stay.

Xiao Wenlan waited for a while in the reception hall with his hands behind his back.

When Zhong Yansheng came out, he was wearing a veil hat just like before, and there was a layer of sweet and tacky scent of perfume floating on his body - originally Zhong Yansheng didn't intend to use this choking perfume powder, as it would choke others as well as himself, but after thinking about it, considering that Xiao Wenlan was really unreliable, he still applied two more layers on himself.

So when they met, before Xiao Wenlan had time to speak, the horrible smell of the perfumed powder penetrated into his nose. He couldn't help but sneeze twice, humming with a strong nasal tone, very tactful: "Young Master Zhong...how about I give you a few sachets?"

Zhong Yansheng blinked: "But I like the taste."

Xiao Wenlan stood in awe.

His cousin said that he had bad taste, so isn't Young Master Zhong's taste even more outrageous?

Thinking of his cousin and Xiao Nong's instructions before he came out, Xiao Wenlan rubbed his nose. He didn't know if he could successfully ask Zhong Yansheng out, so he asked tentatively: "Young Master Zhong, do you want to go out with me?"

Zhong Yansheng really liked staying at home, but he had been reading sage books for several days and was overwhelmed. He quickly replied, "Okay!"

Huh? So easy?

Xiao Wenlan had prepared several explanations, but when he saw Zhong Yansheng agreed smoothly, he was stunned for a moment and was extremely surprised: "Okay, the carriage is outside the Marquis' Mansion!"

Even if it wasn't his cousin's order, he still liked to play with good-looking people.

As he followed Xiao Wenlan into the carriage, Zhong Yansheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I managed to escape for a day.

The carriage moved steadily for a long time. Zhong Yansheng came to his senses from the excitement of escaping and asked, "Oh, Second Young Master Xiao, where are we going?"

When Xiao Wenlan saw him asking, he chuckled and said, "Go to my cousin's house."

"…"

When Zhong Yansheng pulled open the carriage curtain and tried to jump out, it was too late.

Almost all the princes and nobles in the capital lived in this area. The Huai'an Marquis' Mansion was not that far from the Prince Ding's Mansion. Xiao Wenlan also instructed the coachman to go faster in advance. When Zhong Yansheng opened the curtain, he saw the Ding Prince's Mansion not far away.

At that time, Prince Ding's Mansion was flourishing with flowers and prosperous business. The mansion awarded by Taizu was larger than that of other princes. Everyone who came and went paid attention to it. Although Zhong Yansheng had never been inside, he passed by Prince Ding's Mansion on his way back to Beijing.

Zhong Yansheng lowered the curtain silently: "Second Master Xiao, explain."

Xiao Wenlan scratched his back with his fan and said shamelessly, "That day we trespassed into the other courtyard. I remembered that you said you would come to apologize, so I wanted to find you to come to my cousin's place and apologize together. I don't dare to come alone... We will apologize together later and leave after apologizing. I would be a bastard if I lied to you!"

The original message that Xiao Nong sent someone to bring to him was "bring young Master Zhong along to avoid punishment."

Zhong Yansheng stared at Xiao Wenlan's head with an unfriendly look for a while.

This time he really wanted to twist Xiao Wenlan's head.

But we have already reached the gate of Prince Ding's Mansion, and it is impossible to run away now.

Zhong Yansheng could only be thankful that he saw through Xiao Wenlan's unreliable nature and made some small preparations in advance.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Prince Ding's Mansion, and Zhong Yansheng swallowed hard.

If Xiao had figured out his identity, he wouldn't have remained silent for so long.

It shouldn't be like that, he won't come back, right?

He got off the carriage hesitantly. Xiao Wenlan was even more timid than him. He was tall and strong, hiding behind the slender Zhong Yansheng and poking him with two fingers: "Young Master Zhong, knock on the door first!"

Zhong Yansheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and went forward to knock on the door. The door opened immediately, and an expressionless face appeared behind it. It seemed that it had already guessed that they would come, and stepped back: "Please."

Xiao Wenlan from behind was poking him again: "Young Master Zhong, you go first."

Zhong Yansheng really wanted to hit him.

He stepped over the high threshold and walked into Prince Ding's Mansion. As soon as he entered, before he could see his surroundings clearly, a dark shadow rushed towards him.

Zhong Yansheng was startled and had no time to dodge before he was knocked to the ground by the black shadow. The black shadow breathed out hot beast breath, roared excitedly, and wagged its long fluffy tail non-stop.

Zhong Yansheng was stunned for a few moments, and called out stupidly: "Taxue?"

It was the mugwort leopard that Xiao Nong raised in Changliu Villa, but somehow it was transferred back to Prince Ding's Mansion.

Hearing Zhong Yansheng calling its name, the big cat seemed particularly happy. Its gray-blue eyes narrowed into a line, and its huge furry head nudged straight into Zhong Yansheng's thin arms.

The fur of the leopard was thick and soft, like a heavy blanket. Zhong Yansheng was almost suffocated by it and pushed it a few times softly: "You, you get up first."

Taxue seemed to not understand what people were saying again. He tried to sniff Zhong Yansheng's neck. His gray-blue eyes were filled with excitement, and he was eager to lick Zhong Yansheng.

Zhong Yansheng almost wanted to cry, when suddenly a familiar cold voice rang in his ears: "Go back."

Taxue's tail, which was wagging happily, froze, and it slowly retracted its claws and retreated with its ears drooping.

Zhong Yansheng's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head, glancing back quietly, but there was no sign of Xiao Wenlan.

Where is Xiao Wenlan?

Didn't we agree to apologize together?

Why is he the only one left?

In his panic, the sound of scattered footsteps stopped in front of him, and a hand reached out from behind the veil that lowered his sight.

Zhong Yansheng shrank back in fear, but the hand did not reach for his veil, but lifted his left leg. A deep voice fell into his ears, making his ears numb: "Sprained ankle?"

Zhong Yansheng was so nervous that his calves were stiff. He opened his lips, but he didn't know what he was saying: "It's, it's already healed."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the hand brushed against his calf when it put him down, causing Zhong Yansheng to freeze all over.

Immediately, the right hand was gently raised.

Xiao Nong swept his thumb across his palm as if he was checking some valuables, tickling it slightly: "Burned hand?"

"…I'm fine now."

The hand slowly released his hand, reached over the veil and came in.

For a moment, Zhong Yansheng's breathing stopped.

But the hand did not lift the veil, but instead rested on his chin, lifting his lowered head slightly.

Through the white gauze of the veil, Zhong Yansheng met the pair of deep blue eyes that contained a hint of smile.

Have you found him?

"What about the cold?"

The heart in his chest was beating very fast, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. Zhong Yansheng swallowed unconsciously, and the slight movement brushed against Xiao Nong's fingertips, feeling a delicate and warm sensation.

Zhong Yansheng's voice was as thin as a mosquito's: "...It's all right now."

"Hmm." Xiao Nong's lazy voice seemed to be full of praise, with a faint smile in it. "Although Young Master Zhong has suffered many disasters, it seems that my medicine is very effective."

Zhong Yansheng's mind was blank, with only one thought lingering in his mind.

Xiao Wenlan, you bastard.