The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: 155 Care (Second Update)_2

However, he rose from his slumber once again.

In a delirious fever, his eyes wide open and seemingly full of spirit, he was in a state hardly distinguishable from drunkenness.

At first, he began reciting Tang poetry, one after another. He then switched to speaking in the dialect of Chen Country, persuasively uttering a flurry of words with a uniquely intense expression.

After the dialect of Chen Country, he began to transition into the dialect of Liang Country.

Even some of the phrases that Xiao Liulang had mentioned offhand, which weren’t considered important and were assumed he had not learned, were fluently articulated by him.

Then came a few phrases in the dialect of Jin Country.

The languages of Yan Country and the Turkic tribes are something Xiao Liulang hasn’t taught him yet.

Xiao Liulang, moved by curiosity, engaged him in a few phrases of several languages.

On normal days, Xiao Liulang would test him this way. He had not been studying for long, and it generally took him some time to produce the answers.

Moreover, since he was learning multiple languages, he would sometimes confuse his answers.

However, tonight, Xiao Liulang shifted seamlessly between four different languages, and he answered each question flawlessly.

…It’s rather baffling indeed.

Finally, he even started reciting Buddhist Scriptures in Sanskrit.

Not just that, he also insisted on wearing his mini robes, and on using his little wooden percussion instrument.

Gu Jiao went to fetch all his things.

Fifteen minutes later.

The two of them watched the small figure, sitting seriously on the bedchamber, hitting the small wooden percussion instrument, turning the small Buddha Beads, and chanting Buddhist Scriptures, they were both momentarily speechless.

But that was not the scariest part.

While drumming, the little monk experienced an itch on his scalp, he raised his hand and scratched it, grabbing a handful of hair.

He was instantly stunned: “Master, how come I have hair? I can’t be a monk anymore! Quick, shave my head! I want my head shaved!”

His crying intensified, and it was unstoppable.

So Gu Jiao had to allow his “temporary master” Xiao Liulang to bring in a razor, and shave off the hair that had grown for half a year.

The next day, the little monk woke up, not recalling anything from last night.

He didn’t realise his hair was gone, either.

Gu Yan, who didn’t have to receive an injection yesterday and seemed triumphant, couldn’t revel today.

He looked even more dispirited than the little monk, with an unrelenting cough, and he threw up all the medicine he was fed.

The three children falling ill at once made Gu Jiao experience what it felt like to be extremely anxious and worried.

“It itches so bad!”

The little monk cried out again.

Gu Jiao walked inside: “Don’t scratch, you’ll scar.”

The little monk was frantic: “But I can’t stand it anymore!”

Gu Jiao had no choice but to apply some cooling ointment to relieve his itch.

…

Gu Changqing hadn’t passed by Guozijian for quite some time. Once he learned of Gu Jiao and Gu Yan’s identities, he intentionally avoided this area, even if it meant taking a detour.

To his own surprise, he found himself here today.

The sound of horse hooves was light, not alarming anyone.

He convinced himself that he was just passing by, no different from the previous times.

He gripped the reins tightly and without any expression crossed the entrance, when he suddenly heard a low, hacking cough.

A subtle change flashed in his eyes and he instinctively reined in his horse.

The horse was walking slowly and it stopped after one gentle pull.

The cough was rapid and painful, pulling his brows together into a frown.

He hesitated for a moment, but eventually dismounted.

As he reached the door, about to knock, he paused, feeling it inappropriate.

How could the grievances of over a decade be erased by just one or two interactions? They were supposed to be familiar strangers.