abnabooks Chapter 49 Do you take me for a son or a slave? Li Tianwang was speechless; the foundation of the He
Chapter 49 Do you take me for a son or a slave? Li Tianwang was speechless; the foundation of the He
Li Jing raised his head.
His eyes also reddened.
But that kind of red wasn't from heartache.
It's the shame of being exposed.
"Do you treat me like a son, or a slave?"
The courtyard was extremely quiet.
Even the firewood in the bonfire dared not make a crackling sound.
Li Jing opened his mouth.
He wanted to say, "Of course it's my son."
But those four words stuck in my throat, I couldn't say them.
Because he knew.
Nezha wouldn't believe it.
He himself didn't believe it.
If you really were a son, would you use a tower to suppress someone for hundreds of years?
If you were really a son, would you scold Nezha with a pagoda every time he misbehaved?
If you were truly the son, would your first reaction after the tower was stolen not be concern for his safety, but rather concern that you would lose control over him?
Li Jing couldn't bring himself to say it.
He couldn't utter a single word.
long time.
a long time.
Nezha waited for him for a long time.
When the wind stopped.
When the sun had moved from due south to the west.
Li Jing remained silent.
Nezha nodded.
"I see."
Three words.
It's heavier than any curse.
"Go back now."
Nezha turned around.
I entered the courtyard.
There was no turning back.
The pace was neither fast nor slow.
Steady and reliable.
It felt like something very heavy had been put down.
The courtyard gate slowly closed behind him.
Li Jing stood outside the door.
The Overlord Spear rested on the ground.
He looked at the closed courtyard gate.
Looking at the crooked plaque above the door.
"Wuwu Mountain Villa".
He stared at it for a long time.
Until a general behind him whispered something.
"Heavenly King... let's go."
Li Jing turned around.
We walked back step by step.
They walked very slowly.
His silhouette was stretched long in the setting sun.
Sun Wukong squatted on the rooftop, watching the figure walk away into the distance.
"I'm getting old."
He muttered something.
"The way this old man walks."
"Like someone who has lost their soul."
yard.
Nezha walked to the fire.
Squat down.
Pick up a branch.
poking around in the ashes.
Red Boy came over and squatted down next to him.
Are you alright?
"fine."
"Then why aren't you saying anything?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Red Boy glanced at Nezha.
I didn't ask any more questions.
He pulled a roasted sweet potato from the fire, blew off the ash, and broke it in half.
They stuffed the larger half into Nezha's hand.
"eat."
Nezha looked down at the half sweet potato in his hand.
took a bite.
I chewed it.
Red Boy also took a bite of his half.
The two squatted by the fire, neither of them speaking.
I finished the sweet potato bit by bit.
The Jade Rabbit walked over at some point and sat down next to Nezha.
He didn't say anything.
Just sitting there.
Lu Chen watched this scene and finished the bowl of tea in his hand, which had gone completely cold, in one gulp.
He placed the bowl on the stone stool.
stand up.
They went inside the house.
We went into the inner room.
A delicate pagoda stood in the corner.
The Sanskrit inscriptions on the tower are still faintly glowing.
This is the tower he snatched from Li Tianwang.
Nezha's Achilles' heel.
It was also Li Jing who had been shackled on Nezha for hundreds of years.
Lu Chen looked at the tower.
Looked for a long time.
Then he picked up the tower and went into the yard.
He walked up to Nezha.
"for you."
Nezha raised his head.
Looking at the tower in Lu Chen's hand.
"I told you not to..."
"I'm not asking you to take it back. (Readers are discussing: What exactly happened? Come join the discussion.)" Lu Chen placed the tower on the ground in front of Nezha. "I'm returning it to you."
"This thing was originally meant to keep you in check. It makes no difference whether it's in my hands or yours. But you'll feel more at ease if you keep it yourself."
"You are safer in your own hands than in anyone else's."
"Including me."
Nezha looked at the tower on the ground.
He stretched out his hand.
I hesitated for a moment.
Then he grasped the tower.
The moment I got my hands on the pagoda, the Sanskrit characters on it flashed.
A wonderful feeling spread from my fingertips throughout my body.
It was as if something that had troubled him for hundreds of years had finally been grasped in his own hands.
Nezha gripped the tower tightly.
The knuckles are turning white.
He kept his head down.
a long time.
Then his shoulder twitched.
The tear that had been held back finally fell onto the tower.
Lu Chen turned and left.
There was no turning back.
A very soft voice came from behind.
"Thank you, Brother Lu Chen."
…………
Days passed by one by one.
The number of people at Wuwu Mountain Villa is increasing, and things are becoming more and more complicated.
But strangely enough, no one felt it was chaotic.
On the contrary, I felt more and more comfortable.
Princess Iron Fan has taken complete control of the kitchen.
She brought a set of Sanmei Firestone Stove from Haoshan, which was ten times more precise than an ordinary wood-fired stove. Whether stir-frying over high heat, simmering over low heat, or stewing soup over a gentle flame, it was all up to her.
The first day I made a clear stewed wild mushroom soup.
The next day was braised wild boar knuckle.
On the third day, I steamed a pot of matsutake chicken.
By the fourth day, Pigsy had stopped calling her "sister-in-law" and started calling her "dear sister".
"Sister! What are we having for dinner today?"
"Stewed cabbage and tofu".
"Do you have any meat?"
"No. Your cabbages were only planted less than three days ago and you're already urging me to use them. I already have enough to go around."
"Then I'll plant another round! Whatever vegetables you want, I'll plant them! Just tell me the variety!"
After half of Zhu Bajie's vegetable garden was burned down by Hong Hai'er, it underwent a complete upgrade.
The ditch was filled with stream water.
Outside the ditch, a row of small wooden stakes was erected, and a fence was tied around it with vines.
A wooden sign hung crookedly on the fence, with four characters engraved on it.
"No flamethrowing allowed."
When Red Boy saw the sign, he scoffed.
"Who would believe that?"
"Give me a letter!" Pigsy pinched Red Boy's nose. "If you burn another cabbage of mine, I'll never forgive you!"
Red Boy ignored him and turned to look for Nezha.
These two mischievous kids got into a fight on the first day they met, and then became partners on the second day.
They were inseparable by the third day.
The two recently invented a new way to roast sweet potatoes.
Nezha hovered above the pile of sweet potatoes on his Wind Fire Wheels, the residual heat from the wheels evenly warming the sweet potatoes.
Red Boy squatted beside him, using precisely controlled Samadhi Fire to roast the food from the bottom.
A pincer attack from both above and below.
One pot in ten minutes.
The roasted sweet potatoes were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a sweet, oozing center, ten times better than the ones Lu Chen buried in charcoal ash and simmered for half a day.
After Lu Chen tried one, he remained silent for a long time.
"I've been replaced by two children."
"You call that roasting sweet potatoes?" Nezha said disdainfully. "You call that suffocating sweet potatoes."
"……Shut up."
Jade Rabbit has recently started learning to cook from Princess Iron Fan.
She studied diligently, but was clumsy with her hands.
The vegetables are not cut neatly.
The dough was not kneaded evenly.
The steamed buns all came out crooked.
Princess Iron Fan never complained and patiently taught him step by step each time.
"Hold the knife like this, tuck your fingers in, so you don't cut yourself."
"You need to knead the dough more until it's smooth. There are still lumps in it."
"Keep the heat low, don't rush, take your time."
The Jade Rabbit stayed in the Moon Palace for thousands of years, and Chang'e never taught her anything.
Everything in the Moon Palace is decided by Chang'e. The Jade Rabbit's job is simply to accompany her, quietly accompanying her, like a decoration.
Now someone is teaching her how to cut vegetables.
Teach her how to knead dough.
Teach her how to steam buns.
Teach her to cook a simple meal.
These things seem ordinary to others.
But for the Jade Rabbit, everything was new.
Everything has the taste of freedom.