PSLMD Chapter 283

Chapter 283 – What to Do, My Heart is Racing So Fast

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re right, I was wrong, isn’t that enough?”

Murong Qinjian admitted his mistake repeatedly, but inwardly he didn’t agree at all.

Someone almost fifteen years old was still a child? When he was fifteen, he had already been wandering the jianghu, practicing medicine and killing people everywhere, and had drunk countless strong spirits.

Seeing his good attitude in admitting fault, Long Yu wasn’t quite as angry anymore.

He warned coldly, “Don’t take him out drinking again. If this king discovers you taking him out drinking again, I’ll make sure you never leave the military camp.”

Being confined forever in the military camp, working as this backwater military doctor, would be worse than death for him.

Murong Qinjian immediately became submissive.

“Great War King, this humble one acknowledges his mistake. I will never commit the same error again.”

“Hmph.”

Long Yu snorted coldly, “Get out quickly. Do you want this king to escort you out?”

At least he was allowed to leave. Murong Qinjian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go.

Just as he took his first step, he heard the person on the bed, drunk as a kitten, mumbling, “Lan’er, your pipa playing is quite good. Xiang’er, your dance is excellent, mmm…”

Xiang’er, Lan’er.

Such oriole and swallow-like names were clearly those of girls from brothels.

Long Yu’s face darkened instantly.

His brows furrowed tightly, his eyes blazing with angry fire directed straight at Murong Qinjian.

Murong Qinjian was terrified, feeling as if he would be killed on the spot by that man’s hateful gaze.

“Yu Family Private Kitchen, huh? Despicable Murong, you’ve grown bolder, not only taking the little troublemaker to such an unclean place and getting him drunk, but also daring to deceive this king.”

It had been a long time since His Highness the War King had looked like this.

Murong Qinjian’s shoulders trembled.

Having done wrong, he was at fault and quickly explained: “Long Yu, no, Your Highness the War King, don’t be angry, listen to my explanation first. I did take little Yan to Lanxiang Pavilion and called for two girls, but we didn’t do anything improper. We just drank some wine, ate some food, and listened to some tunes. It was truly innocent.”

On this point, Long Yu did believe him.

Murong Qinjian wasn’t that kind of casual person, and neither was the little troublemaker.

If it weren’t so, he would have chopped Murong Qinjian to death with one strike long ago.

“He’s only fifteen, and you took him to such a place, polluting his eyes.”

Though the little troublemaker was mischievous, his heart was still pure—this was something Long Yu firmly believed.

If he knew that in her past life, Yan Xiaosi had seen countless men’s bodies, he would probably die of anger!

Murong Qinjian continued to admit his mistake. At this moment, besides admitting fault, he didn’t know what else he could do.

“I was wrong, I was wrong. I will never take little Yan to such places again, no matter how good the wine is.”

Long Yu said coldly, “When you do something wrong, you must be punished.”

Having apologized like a grandson already, yet this man still wouldn’t let him go. Murong Qinjian now felt somewhat embarrassed and angry, shouting, “If I hadn’t taken little Yan to Lanxiang Pavilion and gotten him drunk, would you be able to see such an adorable little drunk cat, Long Yu?”

Long Yu smiled coldly, “So I should thank you for this?”

Murong Qinjian waved his hand dismissively, “No need for thanks, just let my merits offset my wrongs.”

“To offset wrongs with merits, you’d need to have merits first.”

Long Yu wouldn’t budge at all.

“The little troublemaker is just as adorable without being drunk.”

Murong Qinjian rolled his eyes in disgust.

This was exactly what they meant by “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

“We’ve already been to Lanxiang Pavilion, seen the tunes and dances, and had drinks. Long Yu, just tell me straight what you want to do with me.”

He had drunk quite a bit at Lanxiang Pavilion, and now the alcohol was starting to affect him, causing waves of headache. He didn’t want to stay here listening to Long Yu’s endless nagging.

Long Yu said, “Didn’t you recently concoct a medicinal pill called the Jade Dew Pill? Give this king one, and I won’t pursue this matter further.”

At the mention of the Jade Dew Pill, Murong Qinjian stomped his foot and gritted his teeth in anger.

“Black-hearted Long Yu! I only took little Yan to Lanxiang Pavilion for a bit, had some drinks, and listened to some tunes. Do you have to be so harsh with me? I’ve been your friend for these years, and you truly abandon friendship when you see beauty.”

The Jade Dew Pill was his treasure. He only had three in total, and the herbs needed to make it were all rare. It would be difficult to concoct more.

Long Yu ignored his anger.

“You’re not meeting this king for the first time. If you’re unwilling to give the Jade Dew Pill, then staying in the military camp for life is also acceptable.”

Murong Qinjian immediately became submissive.

“You’re such a ruthless scoundrel. This young master can’t match you. Fine, the Jade Dew Pill is yours, you rogue.”

Long Yu glanced at Long Yi, who had been silent, and calmly instructed, “Go with him and bring back the Jade Dew Pill.”

“Yes.”

“Wait.”

Long Yu looked at the little drunk cat lying on the bed, covered in the smell of alcohol, her face still rosy. He stopped Long Yi and continued calmly, “Is Long San outside? Tell him to bring in a basin of hot water and a bowl of sobering tea.”

“Yes, master.”

Long Yi then left with Murong Qinjian.

Long San quickly brought the hot water and sobering tea to the tent.

Upon entering, he saw his master sitting at the head of the bed, with one of his arms tightly held by young Master Yan.

The scene was quite intimate, with the air filled with a sweet aroma.

Long San dared not look too long. He placed the sobering tea on the table, then brought the hot water to the bedside.

“Master, the hot water is here.”

“Mm, leave it here. You may go.”

After Long San retreated, Long Yu tried to withdraw his arm from Yan Xiaosi’s embrace.

Feeling the object in her arms trying to slip away, Yan Xiaosi frowned and held on tighter.

Long Yu sighed slightly, using his other hand to stroke her forehead, speaking as gently as if coaxing a child, “Be good, let go of my hand. I’ll wipe your face.”

Yan Xiaosi mumbled something indistinct, but at least she released Long Yu’s arm.

Long Yu knelt by the bed, dipped both hands into the basin, wrung out the cloth, then sat at the head of the bed. He first pushed aside her hair, which was as messy as a chicken’s nest, and gently wiped her face.

While wiping, Long Yu’s hand inevitably touched her cheeks.

Although Yan Xiaosi came from a poor family, she had been cared for by Ms. Zhong and the others since she was young. She hadn’t done much hard labor, and recently she had been eating well and practicing spiritual power, cultivating delicate and tender skin that was extremely smooth.

Touching the skin of her face, Long Yu’s heart trembled, and a strange feeling lingered in his heart.

He paused, carefully examining the small face before him.

Thump-thump, thump-thump!

After gazing for a moment, his heartbeat continued to quicken, and his breathing grew somewhat heavier.