Only I, a big orange, can't cultivate immortality

Chapter 51

Ji Lin didn't stay for too long, Ji's family had a lot of things waiting for him to do, and there were many people waiting for him to appease, so after citing the excuse of being filial to the old lady and forcing Ji Dao to go home, he hurriedly leave.

As soon as he left, the eyes of Cheng Zi and Jiang Shuke shifted to Ji Dao in an instant, suspicious, confused, and full of inconceivability, like a dog that was kicked while walking on the road—mainly Jiang Shuke.

"You were the number one scholar three years ago?" Jiang Shuke grabbed Ji Dao's sleeve with his dirty hands, and asked in disbelief, "That 16-year-old won three yuan and won the first place, won the king... won the imperial pen and verdict of His Majesty, Jinkou The number one scholar who was bestowed with the title of 'the best talent in the world'?"

After counting the halos above Ji Dao's head, he immediately shook his head and changed his words: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Cheng Zi was originally interested in the haunting of Ji's family, but when he heard this, he suddenly shifted his attention, stretched out his little paws and pulled at the hem of his clothes, his upturned little round face was full of curiosity.

Ji Dao laughed, unable to hear any emotion, lowered his head and continued to rub the mud ball, with a casual tone:

"The things you said are all false names. As long as they are useful, they are not useless."

"Meow? Meow meow meow!"

How can it be useless?You are the number one scholar, didn't His Majesty let you be an official to express your ambition?

Cheng Zi took out his years of experience in reading popular literary works and asked, and while asking, he fished out the mud ball he rubbed, and slapped the seeds in it twice.

"Being an official can express one's ambition? What kind of ambition? Let the spotless self fall into the quagmire, stained with dirt and be ridiculed by the filth that forms the quagmire?"

Ji Dao lazily raised his eyelids, a sarcasm flashed in his eyes for a moment, and then was replaced by a smile.

"Okay, I don't care about these extraneous things, why are you so excited about this?" He bent his index finger and slapped Cheng Zi's forehead, "Vulgar."

Cheng Zi covered his forehead, stuck out his tongue at him, and meowed angrily.

Ah yes yes yes, I am the number one vulgar cat in the world, slightly slightly.

"No wonder Mr. always looks like he hates iron when he mentions you..."

Jiang Shuke muttered softly, then suddenly raised his head and looked at him with burning eyes: "Hey, Zhuangyuan Lang, can you teach me your unique skills? I want to learn!"

Ji Dao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What unique skill?"

Cheng Zi also tilted his head, with a hint of disbelief in his doubts.

To be honest, seeing Ji Dao's sloppy look now, he couldn't believe that he was the number one scholar in the past.

"That's it! That!"

Jiang Shuke jumped up, dancing and gesticulating.

"You can sleep for a day in class, but you can always get the first place in the year-end assessment! Others memorize memorization without sleep and food, and you can memorize it at a glance! Others write policy theory by biting the pen and citing classics and hard work, but you write policy theory by making up allusions to change history, although it is nonsense. Most of them, but they will always get high marks because of their literary talent and sharp viewpoint!"

As he spoke, he clasped his palms together, looked at Ji expectantly and said, "I want to learn this."

Cheng Zi blinked blankly, and after a while, stood up with both fingers together, and bowed to him like a beckoning cat: "Meow meow meow!"

Coach, I want to learn this too!

Ji Dao scratched his face, first looked at Cheng Zi's big bright eyes, then at Jiang Shuke's smiling chubby face, and soon he gave a "tsk".

"No, you really can't learn this." He shrugged and said solemnly: "Smart is born."

"……Meow!"

I have never seen such a brazen person!

Cheng Zi squished his mouth, and his curved claws picked up a puddle of wet mud, which slapped onto his face.

Ji Dao laughed and got up, went to the well to fetch water to wash his face, hands and feet, and strode out.

Jiang Shuke turned to his back and asked, "Zhuangyuan Lang, where are you going?"

"Go to Ji's mansion and tell them——Zibuyu is so powerful and confused!"

Ji Dao waved his hand.

"If you want to watch the fun, follow along!"

……

"It can't be cured, just wait to die."

In Ji's mansion, in Ji Chang's room, the doctor with white beard and hair put away the pad bag for pulse diagnosis, picked up the medicine box and went out.

He was dressed in a green shirt, smelled of medicinal herbs, had a kind face and kind eyes, but his expression was cold, and he was still very strong. Several thick and thin servants couldn't stop him even if they grabbed his legs.

Mrs. Ji leaned on crutches, and with the help of her maidservants, chased her out of the yard. She was so anxious that she burst into tears, and asked loudly, "Master! Tell me what happened to my grandson!"

Bai Xuesheng, Dr. Bai stopped his legs when he heard the words, turned around and said with a sneer: "Your grandson has been exhausted at a young age, resulting in deficiency of spleen and kidney, blood qi disorder, and some unspeakable symptoms. He was sucked away by some gorgeous ghost, he is such a good boy, but his situation is worse than those children who lack soul."

After all, he flicked his sleeves with hatred: "Old lady Ji, you have time to howl here now, why didn't you know how to take strict care of your grandson?"

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?" Mrs. Ji's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, "I...my Chang'er will study hard at home tomorrow, how can...will..."

Hearing this, Bai Xuesheng sneered again, and didn't bother to talk to her anymore, turned around and continued walking.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ji hurriedly asked someone to stop him.

"Let's stop talking about that, Mr. Bai, please give me a remedy. Even if it's just a prescription to relieve the symptoms, it's better than letting my grandson lie in bed waiting to die!"

"Since you asked that, then you do have something you can do." Bai Xuesheng stopped again, and in the eyes of Mrs. Ji full of expectation and joy, he said seriously: "Ask him what material he likes for the coffin?" .”

"..."

Mrs. Ji was startled, and when she came back to her senses, Bai Xuesheng had already left Ji's house.

People still have to suffer this kind of pain in old age, she couldn't help feeling sad, sat down on the ground, and burst into tears.

The doctor couldn't cure Ji Chang, whose complexion was black and black, and Ji Chang was left hanging on his breath. Fortunately, there was a solution left by the master invited earlier.

Mrs. Ji finally remembered the grandson of the number one scholar she didn't love, and urged Ji Lin to call him home, using his manly aura to frighten the evil spirits and give the little grandson a chance to survive.

When she did this, she didn't think about it at all, and she didn't care that Ji Dao might suffer from it.It's like she doesn't care what kind of life Ji Dao lives alone for three years.

The old lady Ji is notoriously eccentric. Even if the Ji family was able to return to the main family of the imperial capital, it was almost entirely thanks to Lai Jidao, and she never loved this eldest grandson for even a single day.

As Mrs. Ji wished, Ji Dao came back.

Holding Jiang Shuke with his left hand and Cheng Zi who was too lazy to move around with his right arm, he was greeted by a group of servants and rushed into Ji Chang's room. Once inside, Mrs. Ji grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side of the bed.

She didn't say hello, and she didn't even want to save face, she just said, "Quick! Use your Wenhua Qi to help your brother exorcise evil spirits! Let him get better! Hurry up!"

While speaking, the old lady pressed his hand on Ji Chang's body.

At that time, Cheng Zi poked his head over Ji Chang's face, saw that his face was pale, his lips were gray, and he shrank back in fear, as if he was exhaling more air than inhaling.

For some reason, the breath on this person made him very uncomfortable.

At the same time, Ji Dao looked Ji Chang up and down, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and let out a mocking chuckle.

After hearing this, Mrs. Ji patted him on the back very displeasedly, and said, "Your brother is so sick, yet you can still laugh? Do you have any conscience?"

She struck hard, and Cheng Zi could clearly hear the sound of Ji Dao's shoulder blades and flesh being knocked and squeezed by external pressure, the kind that felt painful just listening to it, and couldn't help frowning.

Ji Dao didn't change his expression, he glanced at the eccentric old lady who was full of enthusiasm, withdrew his hand, and dusted the ground he had patted as if sweeping away some dirty things.

"Ji Chang is like this, as long as you invite a slightly better doctor to come, you can tell at a glance that your body has been hollowed out by alcohol and sex. Maybe it was suppressed with drugs before and forcibly supplemented, but now it is so serious because of some spontaneous outbreak. "

Ji Dao spoke lazily, with annoyance on his brows: "This is a disease. Wenhua Qi can't cure his alcoholism and lust, just like reading can't cure his brain."

"You! You!...You are presumptuous!"

Mrs. Ji's eyes widened, she thumped her cane angrily, and pointed at him with trembling fingers: "I asked you to come back to save your brother! I didn't come to curse your brother!"

Cheng Zi puffed up his face, pulled his ears back, and became more and more uncomfortable with her attitude.

"I know. But I didn't come here for that." Ji Dao patted his head, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled brightly, "I came here specially to laugh at Ji Chang's fate—as when my father passed away three years ago, The old lady's indifference, the second uncle's sarcasm, and his vicious retaliation, which were said to be children's words."

"..."

The old lady Ji seemed to have been poked in the center, her face instantly became extremely ugly, her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't say a word for a long time.

"He is my son, but not the son of the Ji family. What flows in his body is the humble blood of my ex-husband."

"I don't like him, but after all, mother and son are together. You take the 20 taels of silver and send him well. Just don't mention his identity, so as not to stain your name as the champion and affect the Ji family's return to the master's family." great cause."

"Big brother, he is not my big brother! If he hadn't been lucky enough to give birth to such a smart son as you, where would there be room for him in the Ji family? My mother was young and ignorant, and giving birth to him with a chaifu would have been a stain on my mother's life." .Now the stain is gone, a good thing!"

"I heard that death is the liberation of life. Uncle died so early, but it is a kind of happiness!...Why does elder brother look at me like this? Am I wrong?"

At a certain moment, Cheng Zi vaguely heard voices coming from nowhere, those indifferent and contemptuous words were like poisoned cold arrows, piercing into pain.

He widened his eyes slightly, and seemed to see a circle of brilliance around Ji Dao in a trance, but when he looked closely, there was nothing, as if it was just his own illusion.

Ji Dao stared at Ji Chang on the bed, expressionless, neither happy nor angry.

He straightforwardly stated Ji Chang's original "children's speech without taboo":

"I heard that death is the liberation of life. Ji Chang is only sixteen this year. What a blessing!"

After speaking, he felt the depression that had been stuck in his chest for three years dissipate in an instant, and his thoughts became clear for a moment, so he couldn't help turning his head up to the sky and laughing, turning around and leaving.

Behind him, Mrs. Ji pointed at his back and yelled, how ugly it was, but he didn't care, and strode away with the abuse he was used to.

Cheng Zi looked at his smiling cheek, and for some reason, she leaned her head close to his face.

"Are you comforting me?" Ji Dao asked with a smile.

Cheng Zi retracted and turned her head arrogantly: "Meow!"

What are you thinking?Just rub fleas on your face!

……

After returning from Ji's house, Ji Dao seemed to have really let go of a knot in his heart, and he was refreshed. He took Jiang Shuke back to his room in a leisurely manner, saying that he would tell him the tricks of writing his own policy theory.

They went back to the house, Lin Jiangxian came back, picked up the dazed Cheng Zi and rubbed his face for half a quarter of an hour before exhaling a slightly sour breath.

Immortal Linjiang sat under the apricot tree with his cat in his arms. The wind blew through the newly sprouted branches and leaves, and also the broken hair on his sideburns. Displeased.

Cheng Zi actually took the initiative to flirt with someone other than Jiang's family, or with someone he had only known for a day or two.

He didn't get that kind of treatment.

Ah.

Cheng Zi scratched his head, although he didn't know why, but he could clearly feel that he was in a bad mood, so he took the initiative to put his head under his chin, rubbing against him like a spiral windstorm, until he lay down dizzily.

Lin Jiangxian couldn't help laughing, because his neck and chin were itchy from being rubbed, and also because of his silly but cute way of caring.

"Meow!……"

Hearing his laughter, Cheng Zi grinned even though he was still dizzy, the flesh on his cheeks formed a cute smile arc, and the little pads on his body tightened.

"I went out today and went to Ji's house to find out about the screaming last night."

Immortal Linjiang drooped her dense eyelashes, formed a comb, and gently combed his hair as Yi Jiangshan often did.

"Want to know what I found?"

Cheng Zi recovered from his dizziness, raised his face, and nodded impatiently.

Immortal Linjiang smiled slightly, with a flash of light in his eyes: "I won't talk about it yet."

"Meow?"

Why did you deliberately lure the cat's appetite?

Cheng Zi opened his eyes wide, stretched out two small claws and scratched frantically at his chest—without reaching the tip of the claws.

Don't tantalize, don't tantalize, don't tantalize!

"I haven't finished yet." Immortal Linjiang rubbed his troubled paws, smiling, but there was another point that was not aimed at him. "If you want to know, come and see it with me tonight."

The frantic scratching stopped in an instant, and Cheng Zi tilted his head to look at him. After a long while, he turned around and asked hesitantly, "Meow..."

Ji's scene...scary?

Immortal Linjiang caressed his cat's head, saying meaningfully, "It's not scary."

Cats are not humans. :,,.