Wang Jin came out of the room, his face growing paler, even his lips turned white. Yuan Heng brought the heated pastries to the table: "Little ger... eat..."
Before Yuan Heng could finish speaking, Wang Jin waved his hand, indicating he didn't want to eat.
He drank several mouthfuls of hot tea to calm the shock, then called Uncle Shan over, gave him some silver, and said: "Uncle Shan, please help find some obedient gers again, and also a bookkeeper. Since that account book is missing, I will start keeping new records from this moment on."
As he spoke, Wang Jin lowered his eyes and thought: "Also, please go tell my brother..."
He paused, pursed his lips and said: "Tell him I saw something bloody, fell ill, and would like to borrow the physician he previously sent to treat me to come see me."
"Is Young Master ill?" Uncle Shan looked up worriedly. Concern also showed in Yuan Heng's eyes.
Wang Jin was startled. That scene just now was indeed very stimulating, but he had been to slave markets in his previous life, he had seen scenes of corpses everywhere. Besides, having experienced the giant python and the beast horde in this life, his tolerance had strengthened a lot. Right now he just felt slightly unwell...
His main purpose in borrowing the physician wasn't to check his health, but to let his brother know that someone had done something very rash and suspicious...
If Xi Ning knew, even if he couldn't shake Zhao Xiang, it could at least make Zhao Xiang behave himself for a while.
This time would be enough for him to get this pavilion in order.
Thinking this, Wang Jin shook his head and said: "I'm fine. I just think it's safer to get checked."
"That makes sense." Uncle Shan understood and withdrew.
After Uncle Shan left, Yuan Heng pulled over Wang Jin's hand, his heart aching for him. He didn't say anything, just gently rubbed the back of Wang Jin's hand. Wang Jin, however, felt as if his heart had been soothed by sweet nothings, the heavy feeling gradually dispersing.
He shook his head, shaking off those messy thoughts, held the man's hand in return and said: "Brother Heng, from now on, for a short time, this pavilion will be our home. How do you think we should decorate our home?"
Yuan Heng paused. The pavilion is home?
He hadn't gotten a good look at the pavilion when they returned last night, but he had taken a good tour before the ger woke up today... It was as big as several homes in the former Danmu tribe combined, and it was a two-story pavilion. The courtyard was paved with gravel paths, the furniture and floors inside were all made of wood, extremely exquisite...
This place was many times better than the former Danmu tribe... His ger originally lived in a place like this...
The stone house in Danmu tribe really wronged his ger...
Yuan Heng lowered his eyes, somewhat disappointed. He had always thought he gave his ger the best, but never realized what he gave was far from enough...
"Brother Heng?"
The soft voice brought Yuan Heng back from his distraction. Yuan Heng returned to his senses, looked up and said: "I'll listen to whatever you say."
"Listen to me?" Wang Jin looked around the courtyard and said: "I don't want so many flowers and plants in this courtyard, I want more space. This way we can lie in the courtyard and look at the moon together, just like in Danmu tribe."
"..." A glint of light flashed through Yuan Heng's light-colored pupils: "The flowers in this courtyard are extremely vibrant... Don't you like them? Prefer lying in the simple courtyard like in Danmu tribe?"
"In the past, I would have definitely liked these flowers and plants, but now, with Brother Heng here, I think looking at the moon with you is better than looking at flowers..."
When the moonlight shone down, the man looked especially handsome. Although being together among flowers under the moonlight had also been nice... those flowers had still blocked the moonlight, making it hard for him to see clearly the man's handsome features...
Yuan Heng's heart softened. Driven by some unknown obsession, he asked persistently: "Then... does the ger prefer this pavilion or the stone house in Danmu tribe..."
"..." Naturally, it's the pavilion... This pavilion is also more comfortable to live in than the stone house...
Wang Jin was just about to speak when he saw the man staring at him fixedly with his light-colored pupils. That look was just like a dog wagging its tail, seeking confirmation and praise...
The words stuck in Wang Jin's throat, unable to come out. He swallowed the words about the pavilion being better and instead said: "I like the arrangement of our house in Danmu tribe..."
"..." Only the arrangement...
Seeing the light in the man's eyes dim, Wang Jin hurriedly remedied it: "What I like most is... the person."
Wang Jin seemed to have found the words to comfort the man, his eyes joyful. He casually held the man's hand with both of his and said: "What I like most is Brother Heng... No matter where, any place with Brother Heng is home."
"..." When the ger said this, his clear, bright eyes were shining, reflecting his own figure. His wholehearted appearance was full of dependence, as if he were his only reliance.
The man's heart suddenly jumped, instantly softening into a complete mess. The previous slight disappointment vanished without a trace. He only wanted to hold the ger before him on the tip of his heart, give him the best, most comfortable, most satisfactory place to live...
Yuan Heng's bit of misgiving completely dissipated. Now his whole heart only wanted to turn this pavilion into the most comfortable and satisfactory house for his ger.
"On the way to Ning'an City, I prepared seeds for many of the fruits you like. We can plant them in the backyard." Yuan Heng said.
Hearing this, Wang Jin's eyes lit up: "That's excellent."
"The furniture in this pavilion is too gaudy, I don't like it. How about this: let's go out for a stroll, go buy some together, and redo the inside of the house." Wang Jin looked around and said.
"Okay." Yuan Heng agreed.
Just as the two were going out, in a certain pavilion somewhere in Ning'an City, Pan Shulin was sitting upright inside, looking outside as if waiting for something.
Before long, a ger hurried in, came before Pan Shulin, knelt in front of him, and replied with joy: "Young master, it's done."
Hearing this, Pan Shulin raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing delight: "Did Zhao Xiang really kill all the people in the pavilion?"
"Yes." The ger couldn't suppress his smile: "That Zhao Xiang solved the biggest trouble for us."
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