Zhong Qing (Cherish) - Chap 11
Qin Yun originally thought that the so-called Duke’s Mansion backyard was really just a garden. However, when he discovered he was facing a vast forest, he was completely bewildered.
Qin Yun: “…Are you really not considering confiscating this house…This is simply too corrupt.”
Moschery obviously didn’t want to say another word to a country bumpkin like him.
Ke Qing led two horses. The emperor turned over and rode on them first. He pulled the reins and turned around to see Qin Yun standing under the horse like a fool.
“…” Qin Yun: “How could I possibly ride something so antique?!”
Ke Qing also hadn’t anticipated such a situation. He was just considering whether to bring the haycart over when Moschery whipped the horse’s buttocks with a crack.
Qin Yun was carried by Moschery by the waist and easily lifted onto the horse’s back.
Moschery held the reins with both hands, his chin resting on Qin Yun’s head, and said coldly, “Hold me tight.”
“…” Qin Yun obediently obeyed.
Moschery’s expression finally looked better, but he still said disgustedly, “Why are you such a trash? What can you do without me?”
Qin Yun said awkwardly, “Who uses horses in a war now? I can fly the aircraft very smoothly… Before I met you, I was the most powerful guide on the front line. My achievements topping the charts for the whole year weren’t fake either…”
Moschery snorted coldly. For him, Qin Yun providing mental guiding to other sentinels on the front line was not a pleasant thing.
“Who sent you to the front line?” Moschery said with a sinister look on his face, “You are a trash. Can’t you just stay in the logistics and write something?!”
Qin Yun was dissatisfied, “How can a man stay in the rear? That’s what the young girls guide do, besides.” He glanced at Moschery, feeling a little proud, “How could I have met you if I didn’t go to the front line?”
Moschery’s expression froze. He seemed to be smiling but was trying hard to keep a straight face.
Qin Yun nestled in his arms, humming a messy tune. The horse walked slowly, and Moschery did not rush.
The small floating clouds in the air were like fluff, the white clouds were like dogs, and the quiet sunlight flowed through the branches, landing on the two of them.
Qin Yun sang an unknown song and seemed to realise that his melody was wrong. Finally, he could only stop in frustration and muttered, “Forget it. I don’t have this talent in this.”
Moschery glanced at him, “You know you have no talent, but you still have the nerve to sing.” After that, he sang along with the part where Qin Yun left off.
Only when the whole song was finished did Qin Yun remember to applaud. He still felt fascinated, “You can actually sing this song… Do you know the name of this song?”
“Of course I know.” Moschery replied. Arthur’s residence was not far away. The Emperor motioned to Qin Yun to help him put on the mask. He looked down at his guide and said quietly, “Stay with me nicely. I will protect you.”
The first thing Shen Zhuofan did every morning was to shovel poop. Although the technology was now very advanced and there were intelligent robots that could do the job for him, the cats he raised were not convinced. As soon as the robot came close to the poop basin, it would be clawed by various cats. Overturned, the round robot rolled anxiously on the ground, anxiously chanting, “Master, have mercy! Master, have mercy! Shit shovelling! I’m just shit shovelling!”
Shen Zhuofan: “…”
He squatted on the ground resignedly and started digging cat litter. He yawned and took out a garbage bag to put it in. As he was busy working, he heard the wind chime ringing at the door of the store.
“The store isn’t open yet. If you want to see the cat, sit down for a while.” Shen Zhuofan said loudly with his back facing the door. He picked up the garbage bag and turned around to see the person who had come.
Lin Dongliang took off his hat and nodded with a smile, “Good morning, Zhuo Fan.”
The Red Panda spiritual link was cautious and shy. Even if the cats couldn’t see it, it only dared to hold Lin Dongliang’s thigh, his big tail resting on his head.
Shen Zhuofan brought a glass of milk. The red panda’s eyes lit up when it saw him and climbed onto his shoulder with unsteady steps.
“Yuanbao still likes you so much.” Lin Dongliang said with a smile, “It’s only in your presence that it loses its shyness.”
Shen Zhuofan also smiled, “Really? Where is it? Is it still on my shoulder?”
Lin Dongliang didn’t say anything. He took Shen Zhuofan’s hand and ‘stroked’ it along the top of Yuanbao’s head to his tail. Yuanbao narrowed its eyes comfortably and rubbed into Shen Zhuofan’s palm.
“What a pity.” Shen Zhuofan said regretfully, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it.”
Lin Dongliang said firmly, “There will definitely be a chance to see it again in the future.”
Shen Zhuofan shook his head. There was nostalgia in his eyes but no hope, “Even you can’t heal my brain nerves…unless there is really a god-level…but how is that possible?”
Lin Dongliang remained silent, and Shen Zhuofan smiled and comforted him, “The situation at that time was not something that the royal family could protect me from. I don’t blame you. It’s just that in the past few years… is he okay?”
“Not okay. How can he be okay?” Lin Dongliang smiled bitterly, “Although the Duke hates the Cabinet, he also hates that the royal family did not come forward. I thank God for him being able to remain neutral. Once the sentinel at the SSS level goes into a mania, you know how terrifying it can be. Just how could a stabiliser alone be enough… Although he doesn’t remember you, his preferences have not changed. I heard that the mansion has been replaced by normal people who bear some resemblance to your appearance. He finds solace in seeing them regularly.”
Shen Zhuofan closed his eyes and said with difficulty, “Didn’t the Cabinet… arrange another high-level guide for him?”
Lin Dongliang said helplessly, “Why won’t they? Apart from His Majesty, the most popular one is the Duke’s Mansion, but what’s the use?”
Shen Zhuofan frowned with an unpleasant expression on his face.
Lin Dongliang: “The guide who went there didn’t even get to see the Duke. He was directly assigned to bathe the lions in the mansion and catch fleas… No one came back without being scared to death.”
Shen Zhuofan: “…”
“On the contrary, His Majesty now has a guide…” Lin Dongliang looked at Shen Zhuofan, “Are you familiar with that Qin Yun person?”
Arthur was surrounded by a group of army divisions. He had gorgeous long fiery red hair and deep emerald eyes. His was handsome yet cold. He gripped a long whip and, unlike other high-level sentinels, did not conceal his spiritual link.
A ferocious lion that was twice the size of an ordinary lion lay quietly at his feet, looking indifferently at the strangers who had invaded the territory.
“How rare.” Arthur flared his nostrils slightly and flashed a sly smile, “You actually have your own guide. He didn’t go crazy when he was guiding you?”
The mask on Moschery’s face hid his expression, but it was obvious that he was not happy, “That’s none of your business.”
Arthur put away his smile. He sat on the ground leaning against a lion and said casually, “Then what are you doing here, Your Majesty.”
“I’m here to borrow people from you.” Moschery said, “10 high-level sentinels with assassination experience.”
Arthur’s face turned cold. He stared at Moschery and said sarcastically, “Do you really believe that Eta Star has the so-called god-level guide gene? You are willing to hide it from the eyes and ears of the Cabinet and use my soldiers to help you in action?”
Moschery said coldly, “I don’t believe it, but I have to find out what Olympus is up to.”
“Then go on your own, and don’t try to take advantage of my people.” Arthur gritted his teeth. His emerald pupils gradually turned dark red. The brutal lion beside him let out a low roar. Qin Yun could see that he was on the verge of mania and subconsciously tried to step forward but was held back by Moschery.
Arthur gasped. He grabbed a syringe from the guard on the side and inserted it into the vein in his neck without blinking. As if he didn’t feel any pain, he quickly finished the injection.
After three consecutive injections, Arthur regained his composure slightly. He said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t even think about it. I shouldn’t have agreed six years ago to let him help the Cabinet find those god-level genes. I won’t agree to your current request.”
Moschery was not angry. He took a few steps forward, looked at Arthur condescendingly, and said calmly, “Six years ago, I just ascended to the throne. I hardly had any real power. If you were willing to stand by me at that time, your guide would not have been sentenced to ‘death’.”
Arthur’s brutal lion slumped to the ground, showing his teeth and growling low.
Moschery, with a mix of pity and mockery, said, “The Cabinet is using the pretext of god-level genes to lure Shen into committing the so-called treason. Only a fool like you would actually agree, not worry, and let him go alone.”
“The Eta Star God-level Gene Project?!” Shen Zhuofan’s face turned pale, and he stood up with a hint of agitation. “What do you want Qin Yun to do?! Have you forgotten what I went through six years ago?!!”
“Of course I haven’t forgotten.” Lin Dongliang comforted him with a headache, “That’s why I came to ask you who Qin Yun is and why His Majesty chose him to go with him.”
Shen Zhuofan: “… Together with His Majesty?!”
Lin Dongliang: “He is now Qin Yun’s sentinel. Obviously, he will go with him.”
“…” Shen Zhuofan was a little confused, “Does this have anything to do with who Qin Yun is?”
“Of course it will matter.” Lin Dongliang said seriously, “Even your guiding tendrils at that time couldn’t come close to His Majesty’s god-level. Why can Qin Yun, a low-level guide, do it?”
Shen Zhuofan was speechless. He obviously didn’t know how to answer this question.
Lin Dongliang asked in confusion, “Does Qin Yun… Really have no spiritual link?”
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This chapter essentially explains why Xi Zhao had a strange expression when Qin Yun first gave him mental guiding. The Emperor had a sort of horrifying realization akin to, “Wait, wasn’t I supposed to die alone and lonely?!”
