PSLMD Chapter 286

Chapter 286 – Giving Chrysanthemums

Big Brother Murong, calling him so intimately.

This kid had only gone out with Murong Qinjian once, and already was affectionately calling him Big Brother Murong, while during those days when he was recovering from injuries in the broken temple at the end of Shaoyao Village, spending day and night with this kid, this kid had never called him so affectionately.

Actually, he was really wronging Yan Xiaosi at this moment.

Yan Xiaosi had once called him Big Brother Long Hao.

“Big Brother Murong, hmph, when did your relationship with that scoundrel Murong become so good?”

Yan Xiaosi was quite puzzled by his cold snort.

“Military Doctor Murong is a very nice person. Yesterday, he served as a free porter for this commoner, and since he’s older than this commoner, this commoner should rightfully call him Big Brother.”

Yan Xiaosi felt there was nothing inappropriate about this.

Long Yu’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant. He directly ignored the word “porter,” not understanding it and not wanting to understand.

This damned kid remembered every little bit of Murong Qinjian’s kindness clearly, but had no impression whatsoever of how he had busily attended to her all last night.

“Big Brother Murong, such an intimate form of address makes this king’s skin crawl. In the future, it would be best if you don’t call that scoundrel Murong so affectionately in front of this king.”

Yan Xiaosi couldn’t afford to offend this domineering lord, so she could only nod in agreement with his order.

“Yes, this commoner will remember. Does Your Highness the War King have any other instructions?”

Long Yu said, “Last night, you were drunk as a pile of mud, stole this king’s large bed, and even troubled this king to take care of you all night, and you really don’t remember any of it?”

Yan Xiaosi recalled that while appreciating Lan’er and Xiang’er playing the pipa and dancing, she had carelessly drunk a couple more cups of wine, and after that, everything was a complete blank.

Drunk as a puddle of mud, it must have been Murong Qinjian who brought her back.

When she had time, she should express her gratitude.

“This commoner feels truly guilty for occupying Your Highness the War King’s large bed.”

His Highness the War King had said he took care of her all night, but she really had no recollection, so she could only apologize for occupying His Highness the War King’s large bed.

Long Yu had been expecting her to say some nice words to soothe his anger, but instead got this response, which left him dissatisfied.

“Is that all? Last night you complained of being hot, and this king fetched water to wipe your face and body. You kicked off the covers, and this king tirelessly covered you up again—”

“Wait,” Yan Xiaosi interrupted him, lowering her gaze to look, and only then realized that at this moment she was wearing only her undergarments.

“You’re saying you brought water to wipe my face and body, and it was you who removed my outer clothes?”

Because of her inner unease and fear of revealing her gender, she forgot to use the respectful title when addressing Long Yu, and also forgot to refer to herself as “this commoner.”

Long Yu found this quite pleasing to his ears.

Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Yes, so is it that scoundrel Murong who’s good to you, or is this king who cares for you more?”

After confirming this, Yan Xiaosi stared at her flat chest, with a thousand wild horses racing through her mind.

Long Yu had wiped her body and removed her clothes—had he discovered she was female?

Noticing that Long Yu, aside from competing with Murong Qinjian, showed no difference in his expression from usual, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She glared fiercely at Long Yu and said, “You pervert, who told you to remove my clothes?”

After speaking, she turned to get her outer garments and put them on.

Suddenly being called a pervert, His Highness the War King was first stunned for a moment, then as he processed it, his eyes turned fierce as he looked for Yan Xiaosi.

“Yan Xiaosi, try insulting me one more time.”

This little bastard, so ungrateful.

If wiping this little bastard’s hands and face made him a pervert, then what about that scoundrel Murong? Last night, that scoundrel had carried this little bastard back.

While His Highness the War King was angrily scolding, Yan Xiaosi, holding a handkerchief and a willow twig toothbrush, had already dashed to the entrance of the military tent in a flash. With a corner of her mouth turning up in a brilliant smile, she rushed out.

Actually, when Long Yu reminded her, she had slightly recalled the events of last night—how such a high and mighty person had wiped her face and hands, fed her medicine, and repeatedly covered her with blankets. She felt quite grateful and even happy about it.

When Yan Xiaosi returned from washing up, she was carrying a bunch of wild autumn chrysanthemums.

The small bouquet of yellow flowers was very beautiful, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance that was quite refreshing and mind-clearing.

Long Yu sat at his desk, giving her an expressionless glance to indicate that he was still angry and needed to be appeased.

Yan Xiaosi put down her handkerchief and toothbrush, then strolled over to the desk with the small wild chrysanthemums.

“Your Highness, are you still angry with this commoner?”

Long Yu lowered his head to write, not even looking at her, and replied sullenly, “Getting angry with a little troublemaker like you isn’t worth this king’s effort.”

Yan Xiaosi grabbed his pen holder and inserted the small wild chrysanthemums into it.

The small wild chrysanthemums matched the black jade pen holder quite well, she had to admit.

“Last night, this commoner was completely drunk. Thank you, Your Highness, for not despising this commoner, not only giving up your large bed to this commoner but also personally wiping this commoner’s hands and face, feeding this commoner medicine and sweet cakes, and helping this commoner with the blankets. This commoner is extremely grateful, but this commoner is poor and cannot afford good gifts to express gratitude. This bunch of small wild chrysanthemums was personally picked by this commoner at the riverbank. Placed on the desk, they have a refreshing and mind-clearing effect. They are a gift for Your Highness.”

Long Yu’s mood immediately improved. He raised his head, his eyes bright and shining as he looked at her.

“So you do remember.”

Yan Xiaosi nodded honestly, “Vaguely remember.”

Long Yu glanced at the small wild chrysanthemums; their scent was indeed fresh and refreshing.

At least the little troublemaker knew how to show gratitude.

The corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.

“After drinking so much yesterday, eat well this morning.”

He gave an order to those outside, and before long, people from the mess hall brought breakfast in.

Steaming mixed grain porridge, half white rice and half crushed corn cooked together, with a very sweet and fragrant taste. Besides the mixed grain porridge, there were also the steamed buns and dumplings that Yan Xiaosi liked to eat.

Yan Xiaosi was just wondering whether to go squeeze in with a bunch of men at the mess hall or wait for His Highness the War King to arrange something when she saw that breakfast had already been served. She touched her empty stomach and happily moved over, grabbing a plump bun and preparing to bite into it.

Long Yu, with his long arms, sat across from her and snatched away her meat bun, handing her a bowl of porridge instead.

“Drink some porridge first to warm your stomach, then eat the greasy buns.”

Drinking porridge first wasn’t a bad idea.

Yan Xiaosi took the porridge, blew on it, and gulped down a couple of mouthfuls. Then she remembered something particularly important and stopped to ask Long Yu.

“Your Highness, this commoner has a very important question to ask you.”

“Speak.”

His stinginess with words made Yan Xiaosi cringe.

“Will this commoner always eat at the same table with you, or is it just for these few days?”

Long Yu: “…”

Is this his priority? Indeed, reincarnated from a pig, only thinking about food.

“Always like this.”

Yan Xiaosi was elated inside; she wouldn’t have to squeeze into the mess hall with all those men anymore.

After drinking a bowl of porridge and eating a bun and a few dumplings, she was full. She put down her chopsticks and said, “Please eat at your leisure, Your Highness the War King. This commoner is going to work now.”

She didn’t know where the seeds she had bought yesterday were, so she needed to ask Long Yi.

As long as she didn’t leave the military camp or hang around with Murong Qinjian, Long Yu didn’t mind what she did.

“Mm.”

Long Yu thought for a moment, then reminded her, “If you don’t feel well, come back and rest.”

Yan Xiaosi made an OK gesture to him and went to find Long Yi in high spirits.

The Dragon Guards were practicing swordplay outside. Yan Xiaosi gave a light cough, interrupting their practice.