Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 135: 74. Mastering the Stock Market – Part 2

“Since they had protected you once, if you run into trouble again, who knows, they might show up again. As far as I know, it seems you’ve managed to get yourself into quite a bit of trouble…”

Gu Changsheng wordlessly looked up at the sky, where the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sunset was brilliantly aglow—a truly splendid sight.

And her, she seemed to be, just as Yue Xilou had said, the perfect choice for a good stump…

“Even a rabbit, when cornered, might bite. Are you sure you want to wait passively?” Gu Changsheng, not giving up, continued to ask.

This man, elusive and enigmatic, was someone to avoid if possible, and must definitely be driven away if necessary…

“It’s not scary when a rabbit bites, what’s troubling is when you can’t even see a trace of its fur,” Yue Xilou was clearly unmoved.

Gu Changsheng was defeated, and gave him a resentful look, “Damn it, I want to be a rabbit too!”

She truly didn’t want to be the stump that was guarded! Absolutely sincerely!

“Mom, is this beautiful uncle staying?” Little Meat Bun tugged at Gu Changsheng’s sleeve, and asked eagerly.

“I don’t know, you go ask him.” Gu Changsheng waved her hand helplessly, “Go wash down the yard, this smell of blood is too unpleasant, it’s nearly like a slaughterhouse here.”

“Yes.” Several maids responded and began to clean the courtyard.

Little Meat Bun, holding a chicken leg, ran to Yue Xilou standing by, lifted his little head, his big eyes twinkling as he sized him up.

Yue Xilou looked amused at the little one before him, and his boy servant standing guard behind him, gently swaying his folding fan, letting him look his fill.

“Beautiful uncle, do you have silver?”

After sizing him up for a while, Little Meat Bun finally asked this question.

Xiao Cui and Uncle Song, holding buckets, dropped them to the ground with a “thud,” their faces twitching, Young Master…

When had the Young Master last asked a beauty this question?

Commandery Prince!

Yue Xilou raised his eyebrows as he watched the expressions of everyone changing nonstop, closed his folding fan, “Uncle has gambling dens across the Four Kingdoms of the Celestial Empire, do you think uncle has silver?”

Upon hearing this, Little Meat Bun counted his chubby little fingers and pondered, not quite understanding, he asked, “What’s a gambling den, not very clear about that…”

Yue Xilou smiled wryly, “That is, if you want a mountain of gold and silver, I could also bring it right before your eyes.”

“As big as Baili Mountain?” Little Meat Bun stretched his hands wide and made a huge circle.

The corners of Yue Xilou’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly, “Even if it’s not as big as Baili Mountain, it could also keep you climbing for a few days…”

“Aha, you are richer than Uncle Wood, he only has a few silver notes, which are much smaller than a mountain of gold and silver.” Little Meat Bun, delighted, his little brows curving, rejoiced uncontrollably.

Just that?

Comparing silver notes with gold and silver isn’t quite right…

Gu Changsheng covered her face and sat to one side, she could neither see nor hear, and couldn’t drive away the troublesome person, let it be what it will be then…

She didn’t think that Yue Xilou, with his experience of seeing Beauties at the brothel, would think much of her. It was generally annoying to be too narcissistic like a Mary Sue.

“Uncle Wood?” Yue Xilou curved the corners of his mouth, “Zhou Mu?”

“Right, Mother always calls him Zhou Mu, that guy…” Little Meat Bun twisted his fingers, mimicking his mother’s gritting tone.

Gu Changsheng looked at his son, bewildered: “…”

“Indeed, just as I thought… it is related to Zhou Mu! It really is related to Zhou Mu!” A hint of hatred flashed in Yue Xilou’s eyes, his smile growing even more brilliant.

“Beauty Uncle, you have a really nice smile, almost as nice as Uncle Wood…” Little Meat Bun’s eyes twinkled like stars.

“Hehe…” Yue Xilou was truly amused now; this little one was really interesting.

“Beauty Uncle, stay at our house, my mother loves to see beauties, and seeing one always makes her happy…”

“I’m in a bad mood!” Gu Changsheng had to interrupt his son’s daydreaming.

“Are you called Gu Ze?” Yue Xilou bent down and scooped up the little one into his arms.

“Yes, my mother chose it, sounds nice, right?” Little Meat Bun proudly pointed at his mother.

“Since your son has kindly invited me, I shall gracefully accept,” Yue Xilou said contentedly, looking at Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng was deeply upset, his complexion grew even worse, “Are you sure that was a warm invitation?”

“Gu Ze, do you like Uncle?” Yue Xilou smiled at the little one sitting in his arms.

“I like him…” Little Meat Bun was charmed by the smile, obviously oblivious to his mother’s increasingly dark facial expression.

Oh what an evening beauty, curses!

“Is it fun trying the Handsome Man Strategy on a little melon kid?” Gu Changsheng glared hatefully at the big and small pair before him.

“I wanted to try it on you, clearly it’s not as effective as now,” Yue Xilou maintained his smile, “Look, your son is so earnest, I really cannot refuse.”

“One should know oneself,” Gu Changsheng shot him a glance.

“I’ve never been so grateful to have been born kind and pleasing to the eye,” Yue Xilou toyed with the little one’s fingers, provokingly looking at Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng had no choice but to deal with his son who clung to another’s embrace.

He was also unafraid of strangers; loving beauty was a woman’s nature. Damn, a little boy who barely grew hair, how could he have the same problem?

If Xiao Cui knew what she was thinking at the moment, she would definitely retort, “My lady, you taught him well…”

Alright, if someone insists on staying, not catching on, with little power to do otherwise, in one word, let it be as it may…

The yard had just been tidied up, the sun was about to set, and Gu Changsheng finally caught his son for a lecture, saw his little head bobbing like a pecking chicken, and immediately lost his temper.

“Girl, how many people have you offended?” Yue Xilou, leaning against the porch pillar, raised his eyebrows inquiringly.

Gu Changsheng’s expression became stern, and he picked up his son and placed him next to Han Qiu.