Peerless Dual Cultivation: From Fool to Immortal

"Ah, ah!" Huang Ye continued pointing at the small pavilion.

Forget it, at worst I'll get a beating. The young master really seems to want to go there! Maybe he wants to see the water scenery.

With a determined heart, she pushed Huang Ye straight towards the small pavilion.

Along the way, her heart was pounding, but fortunately, it was mealtime, and no one was outside.

When they reached the pavilion, Huang Ye was so excited he almost shed tears.

On the stone table were four plates, each stacked with eight pieces of pastry.

Qing'er pushed Huang Ye around the pavilion, letting him enjoy the view of the small lake.

This made Huang Ye so anxious he was scratching his head.

He had no choice but to point at the stone table in the middle.

"Ah! Does the young master want to eat those pastries?"

Huang Ye nodded vigorously. He didn't know if the original owner would respond, but he was ready to try.

Luckily, Qing'er didn't react unusually.

It seemed the original owner had some ability to express himself.

Qing'er pushed the wheelchair to the stone table, picked up a piece of pastry, and brought it to Huang Ye's mouth.

Huang Ye opened his mouth wide without hesitation, almost swallowing Qing'er's delicate fingers.

Qing'er was startled and quickly withdrew her fingers, watching Huang Ye chew with big bites.

She couldn't help but laugh, "Hehe, young master, I thought you weren't hungry, but it turns out you were starving."

"Seems you didn't like the food earlier!"

Nonsense, how could I not like it? But no matter how much I like it, I don't dare eat it.

Qing'er poured a cup of tea and brought it to his lips, and Huang Ye drank it all in one gulp.

After eating ten pieces of the four types of pastries, he finally didn't feel hungry.

The pastries were indeed well-made; in his previous life, he had never tasted such delicious pastries, fragrant, soft, and sweet.

He must take the remaining ones back; with these pastries, he could last at least two or three days.

With these two or three days, he could learn a lot.

Thinking of this, Huang Ye directly lifted his front lapel and poured the remaining pastries into it.

This action startled Qing'er. What was the young master doing? He could actually make purposeful movements.

Could it be that the young master's consciousness was starting to recover? The young girl was very happy.

"Young master, it's not clean to store them like this. If you like pastries, I'll go to the kitchen to get some for you."

With that, she was about to take the pastries out.

Seeing Huang Ye still holding them tightly, she had to give up.

Looking up, she suddenly saw a group of people approaching from a distance.

Oh no! It's the Second Young Master, she thought to herself, feeling unlucky.

Ignoring everything else, she quickly pushed the wheelchair back.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast she was, they were still blocked in the corridor.

"Well, well! Isn't this my foolish little brother?"

"Good day, Second Young Master!" Qing'er said softly with a bow.

The Second Young Master ignored her and looked at Huang Ye.

Huang Ye looked at this Second Young Master with a confused expression.

He was the Second Young Master, and he called him brother, so this person must be the original owner's second brother.

This guy clearly didn't come with good intentions.

The Second Young Master was dressed in a brocade robe, tall and thin, with an aquiline nose and sharp eyes, a typical treacherous appearance.

Damn, I hope I don't look like him; that would be unlucky. This kind of face is unlikable anywhere.

If this were a family drama, this second brother would definitely have a role.

The Second Young Master saw that Huang Ye was still the same, even drooling at the mouth.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, why did you push him out? You better be careful; if he falls into the lake, it would be fun."

After saying that, he deliberately kicked the wheelchair, and Qing'er quickly held it steady in fright.

"Second Young Master is joking. I will take good care of the Third Young Master."

"Hehe, I actually hope he falls into the lake, so you can come to my courtyard."

"What a waste of such a beauty, sticking with a fool, and not leaving him. I really don't understand what you're thinking."

After saying that, he reached out to touch Qing'er's face.

Qing'er dodged, "Second Young Master, please behave!"

"Behave, my ass. If it weren't for grandmother protecting you, I would have had you long ago!"

Qing'er remained silent.

"What's this kid holding?"

"Nothing, just some pastries!"

"Oh! Seems he likes pastries. Tomorrow I'll have someone send him some, after all, he's my brother."

"Thank you, Second Young Master. If our young master wants to eat, I'll go get them myself. Second Young Master, please let us pass. We should be going back!"

"Hmph! Ungrateful thing. Take him back, and you go receive your punishment. I remember the madam forbade him from leaving the courtyard."

"I will go."

"Good that you know!"

Qing'er pushed Huang Ye back to the small courtyard.

Hehe, it seems this Second Young Master is quite unfriendly. Could Yue'er have been sent by him?

So I am the Third Young Master. In my previous life, I read a novel called "The Third Young Master's Sword."

Sigh! That Third Young Master was a talent, compared to him, I'm just trash.

This Qing'er is quite good, willing to be punished just to fulfill my request. It seems she truly has no ill intentions.

Having someone who is good to me is enough; this way, I can learn about this wealthy family from Qing'er.

Based on the attitude of this second brother just now, I can confirm one thing: this is at least a family drama.

"Qing'er sister, why did you push the young master out? Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

"It's nothing. I saw the young master cooped up here every day, so I wanted to take him out for a look. At worst, I'll take a few lashes."

"I really don't understand you. Is it worth it for him?" Yue'er asked, puzzled.

"It's worth it. Why wouldn't it be? The young master was very smart when he was young. He read many books, and he taught me to read.

You don't know, when the young master went out just now, he actually put those pastries away himself. For so many years, it's the first time the young master has actively done something.

So this time it was totally worth it. I could even laugh while being whipped."

Hearing this, Yue'er was moved, frowning slightly.

Why did he bring those pastries back? Thinking of last night's oddities, cold sweat broke out on her back.

Could it be that this foolish young master is really starting to wake up?

"Yue'er, take care of the young master for a while. I'm going to the steward to receive my punishment."

"Mm, you go ahead!"

Qing'er left the small courtyard.

"Young master, let's go back to the room first!"

With that, she pushed the wheelchair towards the room.

Entering the room, Yue'er turned and closed the door, and when she turned back, a dagger appeared in her hand again.

She looked at Huang Ye with a sullen face, her small hand holding the dagger trembling slightly.

She tiptoed to Huang Ye's back, raised the dagger, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it down.

A moment later, she raised the dagger again, but still hesitated in the air.

What is this girl hesitating about? Is she afraid that if the assassination succeeds, she won't be able to escape, so she doesn't dare to act? Huang Ye thought to himself.

His muscles were also in a state of high tension at this moment. If the dagger swung down, he would leap out without hesitation.

In the end, Yue'er put the dagger away.

Huang Ye's heart finally settled. Now is not the time to reveal himself; he still needs time to understand everything.

Although he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, he lived in an era of information explosion, knowing far more than ancient people.

Only by hiding himself can he better protect himself.

Yue'er is not much of a concern; there must be someone behind her, otherwise, she wouldn't have murderous intent towards a fool.

Huh! Why is this girl crying? The plot doesn't seem right.

This assassin's heart is too fragile; it seems this assassin isn't very calm.

After a few silent sobs, Yue'er took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Young master, let me help you to bed."

"Young master, these pastries are dirty now. Let me get you new ones."

Huang Ye still held the pastries tightly, and she had no choice but to take off his robe.

Helping Huang Ye onto the bed, he lay down holding the pastries.

Seeing him like this, Yue'er didn't know how to handle it, so she decided to wait for Qing'er to return.

She sat down at the table, staring blankly at the fool.

But in her heart, she was thinking about the strange occurrences from last night to today.

Last night was a carefully planned action, but unexpectedly, she missed twice.

She could only look for another opportunity. Fortunately, she still had some Ten Fragrance Muscle Softening Powder left.

He seemed to really like pastries, so next time, she would put the powder in them.

***

Half an hour later, Qing'er returned, her face pale, her lips tightly pressed.

Her hair was damp with sweat, and she walked in with a limp, frowning.

"Qing'er sister, you're hurt badly, aren't you?"

"It's nothing, I can endure it. I'll be fine in a couple of days!"

"You should go back and rest for a couple of days. I can take care of the young master by myself."

Qing'er hesitated for a moment.

"I won't go back; I'll rest here with the young master. I'll have to trouble you to take care of him."

Yue'er was stunned; this wasn't good. With her here, how could she make a move?

She had no choice. Qing'er was very close to this foolish young master, and it was normal for them to share a bed here.

"I'll get some medicine for you to apply and fetch a set of clothes. Your clothes are torn, and there's blood on them."

"Mm!" Qing'er held onto the bed edge, not daring to sit down.

What's going on! Big sister, do you have a bug in your brain?

Applying medicine in my room, changing clothes in my room, isn't that a bit disrespectful to me?

Also, your posture of bending over and holding the bed edge is very inelegant.

It's really infuriating. Turning his body, he faced the inside of the bed.