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Chapter 101 Can You Give My Uncle Back? [4k Chapter]

Medical School Branch.

Cheng Laiyun has been lying in bed all day.

He's incredibly bored right now.

But fearing that the false poisoning would be exposed, he didn't even dare to move a finger.

Because Ling Ziyun was always there by his side, tirelessly watching over him day and night.

"Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat~~"

There was nothing I could do but hum a song in my head to break the boredom.

One hour, two hours —

Cheng Laiyun has already hummed every song he could think of in his past life.

But that Ling Ziyun—he doesn't even go to the outhouse, who understands that?

Cheng Laiyun felt he was about to reach his limit.

It's been more than a day anyway—maybe I should wake up for a bit?

Just as Cheng Laiyun was struggling...

A hurried sound of footsteps rang out.

Then came the young lady's voice: "Is Cheng Laiyun awake?!"

Ling Ziyun, who was in the room, had very dark circles under his eyes. After hearing Xu Jiayin's words, he replied in a hoarse voice, "Not yet."

"Hmm." Xu Jiayin's voice noticeably lowered.

"Da da~"

Her footsteps were clearly audible in the room, and Cheng Laiyun could hear them too.

"Cheng Laiyun, you must hold on—"

He only felt his hand being held by something soft.

Then Xu Jiayin gently stroked his face with her other small hand.

hiss~

It's a little itchy.

You have to keep that deadpan expression!

"You won't die—"

Xu Jiayin's voice had already begun to choke up.

"Tick-tock~"

A drop of water, still warm from the rain, landed on Cheng Laiyun's face.

Is the young lady crying?

Although Cheng Laiyun did not open his eyes, he could feel it.

You could even feel the tear sliding down your face.

Why don't you wake up first?

At this moment, Cheng Laiyun was struggling internally.

On the one hand, she was afraid that waking up so quickly would alert the medical sect to her secrets.

On the other hand, I also feel sorry for Xu Jiayin.

Knowing this girl as he did, he knew she definitely wouldn't be able to sleep after learning she was poisoned.

"You said you would protect me—" Xu Jiayin said.

She had already begun to sob uncontrollably.

She choked back tears: "You also said you'd roast sunflower seeds for me every day—"

"What will happen to my sunflower seeds if you die?!"

Beep~

Another drop.

But at this point, Cheng Laiyun began to suspect that it might be the young lady's saliva.

oops.

Count the birds, count the birds.

That's all for now.

Wake up first, talk to the young lady first, don't eliminate the external manifestations of the toxins yet.

Thinking of this, Cheng Laiyun prepared to open his eyes.

Then he heard Xu Jiayin murmur intermittently, "Master has already communicated with Zhang Xiang and asked him for a Nine-Turn Jade Toad Pill."

"As long as Zhang Xiang is willing to give it."

"You will definitely be saved!"

"The Nine-Turn Jade Toad Pill is very powerful."

"For those who are unwell, consuming this can cure all ailments."

"Even if a healthy person eats it, as long as they are below the seventh rank, they can instantly rise to a higher realm without any consequences."

'

,

Ok?

Cheng Laiyun was about to open his eyes.

Upon hearing this, he abruptly stopped what he was doing.

If an unharmed person eats him, can they instantly rise to a higher cultivation level?

There are no future problems yet?

What else is there to think about?

Wait a minute.

Missy.

It's not that I don't want to acknowledge you.

It's not that a temporary separation is necessary, but rather that it will lead to a better reunion in the future!

Yeah, that's right.

I helped Gao Heyun and the other officials in the Regent's Office solve such a big case and also saved Zhou Linghe, a fifth-rank martial arts master. I should be considered to have made a great contribution, right?

What kind of reward would the imperial court give?

Giving him a sixth or seventh-rank official position wouldn't be too much to ask, would it?

Qingzhou County School.

-

The back room.

The game of chess is in its middle stages.

The one holding the white shirt was Lu Yanfang, the headmaster of the county academy. He was over fifty years old, dressed in a blue robe, with a lean face, and his every move exuded the composure of someone who had long held a high position.

He placed his pieces extremely slowly, as if he had mentally reviewed each piece several times.

The one holding the black piece is a teacher at an academy.

His name was Zeng Qili, he was in his early forties, wearing a slightly worn gray robe, his back was slightly hunched, and the smile on his face was just right.

It is neither overly flattering nor lacking in respect.

"I taught this move," Dean Lü Yanfang said slowly, looking at the chessboard. "It's a solid move."

Zeng Qili quickly put down his chess piece and bowed slightly: "Dean, you flatter me. My meager skills are only good enough to serve as an accompaniment for you."

Lü Yanfang picked up her teacup, took a sip, and kept her gaze fixed on the chessboard.

"I heard the other day that Yong'an County reported a promising talent?"

Zeng Qili's heart skipped a beat.

The question was asked casually, but he could sense that it contained a deeper meaning.

"The dean has a good memory." He carefully chose his words, then leaned forward again. "Yong'an County did indeed report one person. I've been reviewing the roster these past few days and plan to submit it to the dean for review in a couple of days."

"Hmm." Lü Yanfang nodded, picked up a white stone, and gently rubbed it between her fingertips: "Reviewing the stone is a good thing—"

He paused, glanced at Zeng Qili, then looked away and continued staring at the chessboard.

"We have a distant nephew in our family who has reached school age this year —"

He hadn't finished speaking.

But the meaning is already very clear.

Zeng Qili's smile deepened, and he stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Dean, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Lu Yanfang waved her hand, her tone still indifferent: "Instructor Zeng can handle it as he sees fit; I was just mentioning it casually."

Just a casual remark?

Zeng Qili knew exactly what was going on.

These four words are heavier than anything else.

He nodded repeatedly: "The student understands."

Only then did Lü Yanfang reveal a slight smile, picking up a white piece and placing it down.

"I taught this game, and I played very steadily."

He looked at the chessboard, his tone softening slightly: "This academy has high hopes for you."

Zeng Qili was flattered and thanked him repeatedly. He sat for a while longer before taking his leave.

Once he was outside the back room, the smile on his face slowly faded.

As he was pondering this, a servant hurried over with a letter in his hand.

"He was once a teacher and has a letter of recommendation."

Zeng Qili paused for a moment, then took the letter from the servant. When he saw the words "Yong'an County, Zhao Hu" on the letter...

A smile appeared on his face.

Then he casually tossed the letter on the ground and said to the servant, "Go back and tell them that there are no more seats available at the county school."

The servant hesitated for a moment, looking at the letter on the ground, but didn't dare to pick it up.

"What are you standing there for?" Zeng Qili glanced at him, his tone indifferent. "Do I have to teach you how to reply?"

The servant was startled and nodded repeatedly before running out of the back hall.

Zeng Qili stood there with his hands behind his back, watching the servant's figure disappear through the door, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He knew that his standing in the Dean's eyes had definitely risen again.

As for that Zhao Hu—

Who knows him?

Outside the gate of the county school.

The Zhao Huaili family is eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Cheng Lingqiao held Xiaohu's hand, who was looking nervously into the depths of the county school gate, but a smile appeared on her face: "Xiaohu will be learning martial arts in such a big academy from now on, are you happy?"

Xiao Hu looked at the trees and shrubs of the county school with longing and nodded repeatedly.

With an innocent smile, she said, "Mommy, I miss my uncle."

Standing to the side, Zhao, the mother-in-law, stared intently at the gate. Upon hearing Xiao Hu's words, she smiled warmly and said, "Your uncle sent us here. Once you start school, we'll take you to see him."

"Okay, okay!" Little Tiger nodded excitedly.

Zhao Huaili paced back and forth, looking into the depths of the prefectural school, his face showing anxiety.

-

The recommendation letter has been submitted, why haven't I heard anything after all this time?

Just as the family was chatting and laughing.

The door opened.

A servant came out from inside, his hands empty.

Zhao Huaili quickly went to greet him, a smile plastered on his face: "Young man, thank you for your trouble."

The servant glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "Go back, there are no seats left at the county school."

"Alright, alright, this kid's going to be a problem from now on—"

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Zhao Huaili then realized what was happening.

His smile froze, and he stared at the servant in disbelief: "What did you say??"

Cousin Cheng Lingqiao was also stunned, and suddenly tightened her grip on Xiaohu's hand.

The mother-in-law, Zhao, was the first to react.

She looked at the servant and asked, "Young man, everything's settled with the county school, the recommendation letters have been submitted, so why are there no seats available?!"

The servant ignored them and turned to leave.

Watching the servant's retreating figure, Zhao Huaili quickly chased after him, bowing and smiling obsequiously, "Young man, please don't leave so soon. Please ask again if there's been a mistake. We're from Yong'an County, and the child's name is Zhao Hu. The county school did indeed write a letter of recommendation—"

"You're kidding me." The waiter didn't turn around, his tone somewhat impatient. "I said there are no seats, and that means there are no seats."

"Go back right away!"

Just then, a figure emerged from the county school.

It was Zeng Qili who was called the instructor.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the family. After hearing the servant's entanglement with Zhao Huaili's family, he frowned: "So it's you?"

His tone was very calm, so calm that no emotion could be detected.

Zhao Huaili could tell that the person in front of him must be someone in charge of things at the county school.

He quickly stepped forward, bowing deeply and smiling obsequiously: "Sir, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

"Our Zhao Hu is very talented; even the teachers at the county school say he has a bright future."

"Not bad talent?" Zeng Qili interrupted him, his tone still calm: "There are at least eighty or a hundred from the counties under Qingzhou's jurisdiction every year."

"If the county school accepts all students, will it even have room?"

Her cousin, Cheng Lingqiao, pursed her lips and stepped forward, her eyes red-rimmed, saying, "Sir, we've come from so far away, and we've run out of money. Please be lenient—"

"That's your problem." Zeng Qili glanced at her. "I'm only responsible for the quota. If there aren't any, then there aren't any."

Zhao Huaili grew anxious: "But the county school clearly stated—"

"The county school says so?" Zeng Qili suddenly laughed, his smile full of sarcasm. "If that's what the county school says, then go find the county school. Here, I only recognize the rules of the prefectural school."

He turned to leave.

Zhao Huaili, in a panic, took two steps forward and reached out to tug at his sleeve: "Sir! Please let me say a few more words—"

Zeng Qili frowned and took a step back.

Just barely dodged it.

The servant next to him reacted quickly, stepping forward and shoving Zhao Huaili aside.

"Bang!!" Zhao Huaili was caught off guard and fell to the ground, getting covered in dust.

Cheng Lingqiao cried out in surprise and rushed over to support him.

Zhao was stunned for a moment, then sat down on the ground, slapped her thigh, and shouted, "Damn it!! They're bullying people!! The Qingzhou Prefectural School is bullying honest people!!"

She cried and wailed, her voice shrill and piercing, startling passersby on the street who all turned to look at her.

"We came all the way from Yong'an County!!"

"We've run out of money!! We're counting on our child being able to go to school!!"

"They dismissed us with just a few words!! And they even hit us!!"

"Is there no justice left?!"

Zhao was a notorious shrew in Dahuaishu Village, Yong'an County.

Faced with such injustice today, it is only natural to immediately open fire.

Zeng Qili frowned and gestured with his chin toward the servant.

The servant understood, stepped forward, and looked down at Zhao: "If you shout again, I'll throw you out, believe it or not?"

Zhao didn't care about that and shouted even louder.

Zeng Qili was too lazy to pay any more attention and turned to go inside.

Several servants rushed out and, pushing and shoving, drove the family out.

The door slammed shut.

Zhao Huaili's family was driven onto the street, looking utterly disheveled.

Zhao Huaili's simple face was filled with humiliation.

Cheng Lingqiao supported him, her eyes suddenly reddening as well.

Zhao sat on the ground, her hair disheveled, slapping her thigh and wailing.

Pedestrians on the street watched from afar, pointing and whispering, but no one stepped forward.

Xiao Hu stood silently to the side. He carefully approached Zhao Huaili and patted the dirt off Zhao Huaili's clothes: "Dad, does it hurt?"

Zhao Huaili looked into Xiao Hu's clear eyes.

He opened his mouth, but it felt like something was stuck in his throat.

Even the toughest man couldn't utter a single word at this moment.

Xiao Hu lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

Then, he looked up and forced a smile: "I'm not going to the county school anymore."

"Father, let's go back."

These words were spoken.

It was like two hard slaps to Zhao Huaili and Cheng Lingqiao's faces.

They looked at Xiaohu, at this nine-year-old child, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, Zhao, who was standing to the side, suddenly got up from the ground, wiped away her tears, and said fiercely, "What are you afraid of?!"

She pointed at Zhao Huaili, then at Cheng Lingqiao: "Cheng Laiyun is a minor deity of the Mo Sect! He's in Qingzhou right now! Let's go find him!"

"I refuse to believe that Cheng Laiyun can't deal with these filthy things!!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a deep voice came from the side: "Who?"

Zhou Linghe had just turned the corner, dressed in a black official robe, with a long sword hanging at his waist, and a cold and stern face.

He had just taken office in Qingzhou today, and with a pile of government affairs still to be dealt with, he took advantage of the break to come out and observe the people's conditions.

Just now, he clearly heard the three words "Cheng Laiyun".

These three characters can be read separately.

But if they appear at the same time, it's like pressing on his sensitive skin.

He stopped and looked at the disheveled family.

"Who did you just call me?" He stared at Zhao, his voice not loud, but carrying an invisible pressure.

Zhao's legs went weak when he stared at her like that.

She pointed weakly at Xiao Hu: "Cheng—Cheng Laiyun, is this child's uncle—may I ask who you are, sir—"

Zhou Linghe took a deep breath: "Cheng Laiyun, a disciple of the Mo Sect?"

Cousin Cheng Lingqiao's eyes lit up, and she quickly bowed, "Yes, yes, he's from the Mo Clan! Sir, you know my brother?!"

The mother-in-law, Zhao, beamed with joy: "That's wonderful! Sir, please tell us quickly, where is Laiyun? We need to find him!"