Chapter 207: Spying

The sound of a rooster crowing rang out.

In Mingquan Garden, the candle fire had already extinguished, and white wax, like tears, covered the candle stand.

In the room, the charcoal basin emitted lingering warmth. Xiao Man, with her double buns, huddled on a small stool, her head nodding all night, and saliva dripping onto her knee.

She suddenly awoke at the sound of the rooster crowing. First, she looked towards the canopy bed. Seeing that Chen Ji and Wu Yun were not there, she panicked and stood up: "Young master? Young master, where are you?"

Xiao Man lay on the ground looking under the bed. In her memory, the young master would hide under the bed if he had a nightmare, but this time, under the bed was empty. Just then, Chen Ji's voice came: "I am in the courtyard."

Xiao Man anxiously pushed open the room door. She only saw Wu Yun lying on the grey tile eaves of the courtyard wall, tucking in his two paws and closing his eyes to rest. Chen Ji was holding a bamboo broom, sweeping the ground dust into a pile.

She looked at the broom in Chen Ji's hand, greatly shocked: "Young master, when did you get up? How can you sweep the ground yourself? Give me the broom!"

Chen Ji said casually: "Idling is also idling, I'll come and sweep."

Xiao Man felt like iron that wouldn't turn into steel: "Which noble young master sweeps the ground himself? Others all treat themselves as precious. I've told you many times, you must put on your young master airs, only then will they not look down on you!"

Chen Ji laughed: "Just a bastard son, cannot be considered a noble young master."

Xiao Man said angrily: "Who says you don't count? I say you count, you count. With the Chen family's generations of high officials and a background of a bell-ringing and cauldron-eating family, any bastard son taken out can suppress the legitimate eldest sons of other families. Later, when you marry a wife, you must not lower yourself to marry a bastard daughter. You must find a legitimate daughter from a scholarly family."

The concept of family background was deeply ingrained in everyone's bones. Chen Ji did not agree, but there was also no need to argue with her.

Xiao Man saw that he wasn't speaking, forcibly snatched the broom away, and leaned against the corner of the wall: "I'll go and boil water for you to wash first. After you wash, you still need to go and pay respects."

Chen Ji shook his head: "No need. From now on, I won't go to pay respects."

Xiao Man became suspicious: "How are you suddenly so firm? Did the sun rise from the west?"

Chen Ji explained: "I just went to pay respects to madam. She herself proactively instructed that I no longer need to go and pay respects to her from now on."

Xiao Man was even more suspicious: "She can have such a good heart?"

Chen Ji laughed: "Perhaps chanting Buddha has chanted out a few points of a compassionate heart."

Xiao Man muttered in a low voice: "She has chanted Buddha for so many years, and I haven't seen her chant out any compassionate heart. How did she just chant it out today?"

Chen Ji corrected: "It wasn't she herself who chanted out a compassionate heart. It was I who chanted out her compassionate heart. Sincerity moves the divine."

Xiao Man vaguely understood: "Ah?"

Chen Ji waved his hand: "Go boil water."

Xiao Man drew out her voice: "Oh..."

She went to the side room to uncover the stove, using iron tongs to clamp the coal blocks and throw them in: "Oh, right, young master, you didn't have a nightmare last night?"

Chen Ji's eyes moved: "I had a dream, but it was different from before."

Xiao Man poked her head from the side room: "You no longer dreamed of that strange battlefield?"

Chen Ji's pupils slightly shrank.

This world's 'Chen Ji' surprisingly had the same dream as himself?

Chen Ji was silent for a long time, and then further probed Xiao Man's words: "Actually, thinking about it now, that dream wasn't that scary either."

Xiao Man pursed her mouth and shrank her head back into the side room: "You yourself said that dream was always scary, with demons and ghosts everywhere, flying birds and walking beasts, and also many soldiers killing each other, with blood flowing and oars drifting."

Chen Ji confirmed, it was the same dream.

What exactly was the connection between himself and this world's 'Chen Ji'? Why did they have the same dream? Could it be... this was the key place where master and Li Qingniao could smuggle him down from the forty-nine heavens?

Chen Ji couldn't help but carefully recall Li Qingniao's words: "People from the North Kuru continent are responsible for smuggling you," "The forty-nine heavens cannot keep you, go to the place you should go."

He suddenly realized that there were two key pieces of information in this speech:

The first key information was that the ones responsible for smuggling him were from one of the forty-nine heavens, the North Kuru continent people... could it be that Master Yao Qimen was also a person from the forty-nine heavens?

Chen Ji recalled asking his master once, "Do you want to ascend to the forty-nine heavens to be an immortal?" The master's answer was... "If without one hundred thousand years, why become a heaven immortal!"

The second key information was, "cannot keep you," these four words were worth carefully pondering. Who wanted to keep him? Why did they want to keep him in the forty-nine heavens?

Thinking to this point, Chen Ji always felt there was a bigger crisis covering him above the firmament.

Just then, Xiao Man walked out from the side room, wiping her hands on the clothes on her back. She saw Chen Ji lost in thought and used her hand to wave in front of his face: "Young master, what dream did you have last night?"

Chen Ji made up a lie: "Last night was a beautiful dream. I dreamed of myself earning many, many silver, buying several tens of thousands of mu of paddy fields, and also taking over a silk shop, an inn, a restaurant..."

Xiao Man muttered: "Still earning money. It's already fortunate if your money isn't cheated away. Previously, you really had a restaurant, and also several hundred mu of good fields. Weren't they all coaxed away by madam?

Aunt's 'Drum Belly Building' is very famous, located outside the Lamp Market at Donghua Gate, a place where every inch of land in the capital is worth gold."

Chen Ji was startled. There was such a thing? He couldn't directly ask what other industries there were besides this Drum Belly Building, so he only pretended to say nonchalantly: "Money and wealth are external things, not brought in at birth, not taken away at death. I've already forgotten what aunt left. You also don't always miss it. If it's given to madam, then it's given to madam."