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"Master, you called for me. What is it that you need?" Ye Chen asked, his voice lacking confidence, almost a whisper.
To be honest, Ye Chen was not afraid of the cold indifference of someone who simply ignored him. He could easily recognize that kind of chill; it was straightforward enough. After all, when faced with a block of ice, one instinctively knows not to provoke it and would avoid touching it. It was akin to an invisible red line drawn around that person, warning others that any consequences of approaching would be theirs to bear.
However, facing Pei Guanjing was different. On the surface, he appeared to be an entirely normal person—perhaps just a bit less expressive than most—but his thoughts were as inscrutable as a needle at the bottom of the sea. Ye Chen felt that in Pei Guanjing's presence, his own intelligence seemed insufficient.
Pei Guanjing was exceptionally skilled at playing behind the scenes. The problem was that Ye Chen had no idea when or how he would strike.
Thus, Ye Chen genuinely feared Pei Guanjing. This feeling was comparable to an instinctive fear of snakes.
Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.
At that moment, Pei Guanjing's gaze slowly shifted to meet his, locking eyes with him.
Yet he remained silent.
In a daze, Ye Chen imagined a snake leisurely slithering up his wrist, its cold body coiling around him as it flicked its bright red tongue at him.
Could he just turn and run? Oh heavens!
Ye Chen dared not make a sound. But finally, he heard Pei Guanjing speak.
He felt almost moved to tears; truly.
But when he clearly heard what Pei Guanjing said, he nearly burst into tears.
Because Pei Guanjing stated, “Starting today, you will memorize the Medical Book and study pharmacology. I will check your progress every three days.”
“Ah?” Ye Chen was taken aback by Pei Guanjing's words, his eyes wide open in disbelief, as if he couldn't trust his ears.
Before Ye Chen could process this information, Pei Guanjing handed him several Medical Books from behind him, his expression calm and his tone indifferent. “Start with this ‘Bai Cao Tu Jian.’ I will assess you one by one. I hope you won’t let your master down.” As he spoke, Pei Guanjing placed a firm hand on Ye Chen's right shoulder, as if imparting strength, then released it and waved his hand. “I won’t interfere during your break time; feel free to do as you wish. But remember to return on time in the afternoon for your duties.”
Ye Chen secretly cursed in his heart. This old fox must have known all along that he was sneaking a look in the Medicine Hall. He hadn’t exposed him, probably just wanted to see what he would do. Now that he had caught him, instead of scolding or punishing him, he devised this memorization task to torment him. This underhanded tactic was truly well-played.
He had originally planned to go to the Canteen for some fun, but now his mind was filled with the memorization task assigned by Pei Guanjing, leaving no room for enjoyment.
As he walked along the path, Ye Chen casually flipped through the books. There were three in total: ‘Bai Cao Tu Jian,’ ‘Pharmacology,’ and ‘Extraordinary Meridians and Eight Vessels.’ The first two looked like professional medical texts at first glance, but the last one seemed more like the title of a martial arts novel.
Curiosity piqued, Ye Chen eagerly opened it and flipped through the pages. This ancient book had no table of contents; it was filled with diagrams of human meridian distributions and divided into six sections based on male and female characteristics of Tian Qian, Zhong Yong, and Kun Ze.
He first came across the section on the meridian diagram for male Kun Ze. The book stated that Kun Ze belonged to Yin and was located in Kun; it was a perfect match with Tian Qian. If forcibly combined with Zhong Yong, one’s breath would become chaotic, Xin Xiang would stir restlessly, meridians would reverse, ultimately leading to an explosive demise.
Suddenly, Ye Chen's mind conjured an image of his biological mother, who seemed to have left when the original owner was very young. Could it be that she perished so young due to being with Zhong Yong and experiencing an upheaval in her own Xin Xiang? As this thought crossed his mind, Ye Chen's gaze darkened, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his face.
“Ye Chen, what are you looking at?”
Unbeknownst to him, Ye Chen had already arrived at the entrance of the Canteen.
Fu Gui pulled the book from his hands and, with a swift motion, dragged him into the kitchen. He handed him a meat bun left on the table, smiling as he said, “There isn’t much meat in the Military Camp. These were made from rabbit meat brought by a few patrolling soldiers who got friendly with Chef Wang a few days ago. I saved two for you and Shuanzi. Make sure to eat them quickly; they won’t taste good if they get cold. If the others in the Military Camp see us, they might say we’re stealing military rations.”
“Thank you, Brother Fu Gui and Chef Wang!” Ye Chen’s eyes lit up instantly, shimmering with excitement. When he smiled, he revealed a perfect set of eight teeth, his grin radiant.
Fu Gui looked at him, momentarily lost in thought. He raised his hand and patted Ye Chen on the Submissive lder, exclaiming, “You little rascal! It’s only been a few days since we last met, and you’ve grown taller. How come you’ve become even more handsome?”
“More handsome?” Ye Chen took a small bite of the bun and tilted his head in confusion. “I’m not just more handsome; I’m more dashing!”
“Yes, yes! Our Ye Chen is more dashing!”
Laughter erupted in the canteen as several voices chimed in.
Seeing them laugh, Ye Chen couldn’t help but join in, his earlier worries seemingly dissipating in the warmth of their mirth.
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