jdhmnovel Chapter 133 Documents
Chapter 133 Documents
Ma Jieyong held the bowl and drank the fish soup, feeling both happy and sad.
He might not be able to eat such delicious food in the future, so he wants to eat more while he can.
Gao Yan knew that Shang Wan had picked up an injured child and was a little curious, "Then why doesn't the child come out to eat?"
Xiao Huan said: "I'll send it to him later."
Before Gao Yan could ask something, He Sizhi stepped on his foot under the table and picked up a piece of food for him with his chopsticks.
Gao Yan had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and shut up to eat.
Shang Wanduo glanced at He Sizhi and thought that this master was not just skilled in martial arts.
Xiaohuan brought in a bowl of fish soup and steamed egg rice for Chu Xu, who ate until his eyes were filled with tears.
He finally got to eat something substantial!
As the second master of the Duke Dingguo's Mansion, when had he ever suffered such an injustice?
When Shang Wan came in, Chu Xu had just put down the bowl, with a hint of satisfaction on his little face.
Xiaohuan cleaned up the dishes and took them out.
Shang Wan shook the ointment in his hand towards the child and said, "I'll change the medicine for you and send you away later."
"I don't want to leave." Chu Xu shrank back, looking at Shang Wan eagerly with a pair of cat eyes, "But three promises are too many."
Shang Wan raised an eyebrow, "You are the second son of the Duke Dingguo's Mansion. Isn't your life worth three promises?"
Chu Xu shook his head, "Compared to the family, it's not worth it."
Children of aristocratic families always put family interests first.
"Can you tell me what you want these promises for?"
"Guarantee it." Shang Wan sat down on the cushion and said as he untied the gauze on his body, "Don't worry, we won't ask the Duke's Mansion to help you do anything illegal, murderous, or immoral."
Chu Xu pouted, "But three promises are too many, how about one?"
Shang Wan looked at his wound carefully, raised his eyes and asked back: "What do you think?"
"I...ah!" Chu Xu screamed in pain, tears streaming down his face.
Oooooh, the wound hurts so much!
He closed his mouth, sniffed his red nose, and tried hard not to let tears flow out.
A man should not cry!
Shang Wan applied the ointment more gently and quickly, then took some clean gauze to wrap the child.
"I...I can agree to more of your requests." Chu Xu held back his tears and discussed with Shang Wan, "When I return home, I can also provide you with shelter."
"Don't mention that distant water cannot quench immediate thirst," Shang Wan laughed, "You are only six years old, what kind of protection can you provide us?"
Chu Xu felt that he was being looked down upon, and his amber cat eyes immediately widened. "I am the second son of the Duke of Dingguo's Mansion, and many people rush to curry favor with me."
Shang Wan corrected, "I'm not trying to curry favor with you, I'm trying to curry favor with Duke Dingguo's Mansion. Instead of asking you for protection, why don't I just ask Duke Dingguo's Mansion for protection?"
Chu Xu muttered, "It's all the same."
Shang Wan looked at him with a half-smile, and Chu Xu looked away with a lack of confidence. He looked around and took in all the simple objects.
Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. "When I get home, I can give you lots and lots of money. With the money, you can buy a big house and many servants, and buy delicious food and fun things. I can give you more money than you can spend in your lifetime."
As a family of military generals with wealth accumulated over generations, they have the confidence to say this.
Shang Wan chuckled, "It sounds good to have no worries about food and drink for the rest of your life."
Chu Xu was surprised and asked, "You agreed?"
"What do you think?" Shang Wan glanced at him.
The surprised expression disappeared instantly, Chu Xu puffed up his cheeks and said angrily: "Then what do you want to do? I can't agree to three promises, at most one, or you can send me away."
Anyway, he said that he could not agree to the three promises no matter what. Not only him, but even if his father was here, he would not easily make promises in the name of the Duke Dingguo's Mansion.
As for making a promise and then breaking it?
impossible!
The men in the Chu family are always as good as their words. They will do what they promised even if it costs them their heads.
Shang Wan secretly shook his head, the silly kid had never experienced the beatings of society.
In a negotiation, if you don't ask for a high price at the beginning, how can you give others room to lower the price?
"I'll take the blame. I've saved you. If you just die like this, my medicine will be wasted." Shang Wan said, "How about a promise and a place in the Imperial Academy?"
Comparing the three promises, Chu Xu suddenly felt that the current conditions were quite acceptable, and even felt a little touched.
For ordinary people, keeping him here would be a big trouble indeed, and they might even lose the lives of their family members.
This woman said she didn't care about him, but she actually wanted to save him, right?
Maybe this is the kind person who has a sharp tongue but a soft heart?
However, he was still a little confused, "What do you want the admission quota of the Imperial College for?"
Isn't that good-looking scholar disabled? Even if he has a quota, he can't enter the Imperial College.
Shang Wan said: "I have my own uses, just tell me whether you agree or not."
Chu Xu put forward a condition, "If I agree, you must not only protect me, but also send me back to the capital safely."
Shang Wan agreed straightforwardly, "Okay."
Chu Xu puffed up his cheeks and pretended to hesitate. Seeing that Shang Wan was about to get impatient, he nodded his head and said, "I agree."
Shang Wan held out his hand, "A token of love."
Chu Xu took out a small purse from under the pillow and handed the jade pendant to Shang Wan.
Shang Wan took it, glanced at the copper token in his hand, and asked, "What is the use of this token?"
"This is the toy my brother gave me." Chu Xu put his hands behind his back as if afraid that they would be snatched away, which hurt the wound on his back. He gasped in pain and tears welled up in his eyes.
There was no way Shang Wanhui would believe it, but seeing Chu Xu being so defensive, he thought about it and didn't ask any further.
"Can you write?"
Seeing that she didn't ask any more questions, Chu Xu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, with a little pride in his tone, "I can write. I started learning when I was two years old."
"Make a written agreement," Shang Wan said, "write down the terms we just agreed on, and sign and seal it."
Chu Xu's eyes widened, "You don't believe me?"
"People's hearts are hidden in their stomachs." Shang Wan placed the pen and ink in front of him and smiled, "I believe more in what's written on paper."
Chu Xu angrily wrote the document, and after Lu Chengjing read it, he signed and put his fingerprints on it.
At Shang Wan's strong request, the copper token was also pressed on, leaving a clear and complete mark.
"Done." Shang Wan blew the ink off the paper, folded it and put it in his arms, actually putting it into the space.
"I don't know where those assassins are. You also need to recover. Safety is the most important thing. I won't send you back to the capital yet. I'll make plans after you recover. The wooden shed is so small that there are no extra compartments. You can sleep with Shitou at night. He can also keep an eye on you to prevent you from kicking the quilt at night."
Chu Xu: “…”
He wouldn't kick the quilt! Besides, how could he kick the quilt when sleeping on his stomach?
Seeing the child puffing up his face and not being happy, Shang Wan added: "It's hard for you to even turn over now. If you want to drink water or go to the toilet at night, don't you have someone to help you?"
There is some truth in this, but Chu Xu still feels aggrieved.
As I said, the spoiled young master is always surrounded by people wherever he goes and has people taking care of him in everything. He has never suffered such hardship.