Wu Chang Jie

3

Where are you from? Where do you live? Do you have siblings? Have you ever paid respects to any master before?" Xie Bi An settled Fan Wu She into his neighboring courtyard, helped him with spring cleaning, carried things and chatted with him, asking questions most of the time.

But Fan Wu She treated his words like gold*. Occasionally, his answers evaded the crucial point*. He seemed to be high on alert and had no interest in talking.

Xie Bi An spread out the bedding he took from his house and said with a smile: "Don't mind me for being long-winded, I grew up here ever since I was young and rarely had any friends of my own age, let alone a living person. In fact, I always wanted to have a junior brother. I...Senior brother will take good care of you." He was a little embarrassed saying these two words "senior brother", yet he felt very pleased in his heart as if he had taken up some extraordinary important position. Finally, he was someone else's senior brother. Finally, he had a junior brother.

It's probably because he took over Zhong Kui's daily life since he was little. He always enjoyed taking care of people. Even if master was not around in the future, he would have someone to share the delicious food he made and the wines he brewed.

Fan Wu She glanced at Xie Bi An. He suddenly wrinkled his nose and sniffed hard.

Xie Bi An immediately reacted: "It's the quilt, isn't it? I put a sachet I made in the cabinet." He grabbed his quilt and sniffed, "You don't like this scent?"

Fan Wu She walked over and picked up a corner of the quilt and drew it close to his face, yet he didn't dare to inhale at all. Just letting the smell flit weakly across his nose had already made his heart flutter.

This scent...

The memories that he had desperately suppressed came spilling out. He remembered that year, deep in that magnificent palace, where the flickering five-stemmed lotus lamp candle was hanging overhead, casting layers upon layers of shadows. The golden and jade goblets were lying all over the place, the imperial robe and crown abandoned on the floor. The Agarwood bed shook violently, the misty silk curtains swaying along with its motions, pushing away layers of flirtatious ripples*. Inside the curtain, the jade was warm in the spring night*. The red quilt turned over like waves. As if he was insane, he pressed this person into endless collisions. At that time, he had breathed in this exact fragrance, just that it was hotter, thicker, and more enchanting...

"Junior brother?"

As if he was shocked from waking up from a dream, Fan Wu She threw the quilt away, as if his hand was scalded, and said dully: "Too fragrant."

"Too fragrant?" Xie Bi An sniffed again, "I put lilac, wrinkled giant hyssop, atractylodes, white aconite, green osmanthus and tangerine peels in it. This is a recipe for calming nerves and aiding sleep. For fragrance, I only used some orchids. Did I put too many? Maybe I put too many. I planted so many in the yard, it's a pity not to make use of them."

Gentlemen are like an orchid, gentlemen are like an orchid*, this person still loves to plant orchids so much.

Fan Wu She's eyes were dark and difficult to understand. Resentment welled up within him without warning.

Why, why could he forget everything? The things he did, the sins he committed, and the people he harmed, he had forgotten all of it. He reincarnated innocently and lived a carefree life under the shadow of a powerful master.

Now, he was living free and carefree as if nothing had ever happened.

How come I tried so hard to remember, and yet he forgot so easily?!

"Junior brother, you came so suddenly, so I couldn't find any new bedding in such a short amount of time. You'll have to put up with it tonight. Tomorrow I will bring you to town and buy some new ones, okay?"