Chapter 1 Bastard

Style: Historical Author: Milan little blacksmith brotherWords: 2306Update Time: 24/01/10 12:52:34
"Here, let's finish this drink and have three more."

Chu Wushuang raised his glass to the maid in green who was sitting opposite.

Since traveling to ancient times, Chu Wushuang often drank to pass the time.

The person drinking with him was his only personal maid, Guo Qingyi.

Speaking of Guo Qingyi, his life experience is even more miserable than his.

When he was eight years old, he was sent to the Chu family as a servant. When he was fifteen years old, he contradicted the second lady of the Chu family over trivial matters and was almost executed by the second lady of the Chu family.

Fortunately, Chu Wushuang's mother came forward to intercede and pulled Guo Qingyi back from the gate of hell.

Since then, Guo Qingyi has become the personal maid of Chu Wushuang and his wife.

Chu Wushuang's mother was also a maid, and her mother-in-law had a low status in the house, not even as good as a concubine.

Because Chu Wushuang was a concubine, even though he was from the Chu family, even his servants dared to bully him.

It's just that he traveled to ancient times, but he also traveled to an incompetent bastard.

Chu Wushuang became more and more irritated as he thought about it, and raised the wine glass in his hand again.

"Come on, do it, keep drinking, you'll stop drinking once you're drunk, and you'll drink to death."

Maybe being a drunk can bring you back to modern times.

Chu Wushuang is more willing to return to modern times than to ancient times.

Fried chicken, burgers, mobile phones, ice cream, etc., he dreams about them almost every day when he sleeps.

"Master, you can't drink any more, you are already drunk."

Seeing Chu Wushuang's face flushed from drinking, Guo Qingyi became anxious and tried to persuade him.

Chu Wushuang laughed: "Anyway, my mother has died of illness, and my father doesn't care about me. What else can I do besides drinking to kill time?"

"You were really too backward in ancient times. I have been here for two or three years, and there is no Internet or mobile phone. I really admire myself for being able to survive..."

"Qing Yi, with your looks, if you were to start a live broadcast in our modern era, you could make money while doing it, and a lot of people would be willing to be your top brother."

"How about I take you to jump off a cliff? Maybe you can jump back to modern times? Then I will take you to live broadcast and make a lot of money..."

It is said that one speaks the truth after drinking, and what Chu Wushuang revealed was indeed the truth.

But to Guo Qingyi's ears, it sounded like he was talking nonsense after drinking, making no sense.

"Master, let me help you go to bed and rest."

Guo Qingyi saw Chu Wushuang swaying around drunk, so he stood up and helped him.

Chu Wushuang staggered to the bed and fell down against the bed.

Guo Qingyi failed to stop, lost her center of gravity, and fell onto the bed with Chu Wushuang.

The two looked at each other, both speechless.

Chu Wushuang looked at Guo Qingyi's delicate features and couldn't help but move forward.

Guo Qingyi was so shy that she was too nervous to move.

Chu Wushuang slowly approached Guo Qingyi, and their lips got closer and closer.

Seeing that they were about to kiss each other, Guo Qingyi instinctively stretched out his hand,

Pushed Chu Wushuang's head.

"Boom."

"snort."

First there was the sound of hitting the wall, then a muffled sound.

The back of Chu Wushuang's head hit the wall inside the bed, and he fell onto the bed without moving.

"Ah? Master, master..."

Guo Qingyi was so frightened that her face turned pale. She shook Chu Wushuang and shouted.

Not long after, Chu Wushuang slowly opened his eyes.

"Where is this? Who am I? What do I want to do?"

He opened his mouth slightly, breathed weakly and said three consecutive soul questions.

Guo Qingyi was shocked, looked at Chu Wushuang carefully, and said secretly in his heart: "Young master, is he knocked stupid?"

Guo Qingyi couldn't help but feel sad when he thought that this talented young master would turn out to be a fool, and he cried bitterly with guilt.

"Woo... Wuwu... Master, it's my fault... I hurt you..."

Chu Wushuang looked at Guo Qingyi who was crying so hard that he gradually regained consciousness and scolded him angrily: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead. Stop crying. If you cry again, your salary will be deducted!"

When Guo Qingyi saw that Chu Wushuang spoke clearly and clearly, he stopped crying instantly. He looked at Chu Wushuang with surprise and asked abruptly: "Master, have you not become stupid?"

"If I become stupid, who will pay you?"

Chu Wushuang gave Guo Qingyi a roll of his eyes, got out of bed, returned to the table, picked up the wine glass, and continued drinking.

In ancient times, his only pleasure was drinking.

Guo Qingyi's heart was shattered, and she sat in front of Chu Wushuang, smiling and looking at Chu Wushuang obsessively.

"My young master is really handsome. His eyes are like stars in the sky, his face is like a crown of jade, and the jade tree stands in the wind... It's a pity that he is a bastard."

Chu Wushuang heard that he was praised by Guo Qingyi and raised his eyes to look at Guo Qingyi.

Guo Qingyi giggled and stared at him.

"The young master is so handsome and extraordinary, why is he a bastard? It's a pity... it's a pity."

Chu Wushuang was about to scold Guo Qingyi for talking nonsense, when his expression suddenly changed.

When Guo Qingyi spoke, his mouth was closed and he didn't even move.

Normal people need to open their mouths to speak. Of course, it is not ruled out that some people can ventriloquism.

But Chu Wushuang knew Guo Qingyi thoroughly, and he was sure that Guo Qingyi did not know ventriloquism.

Moreover, even if a personal slave can ventriloquism, praising him in front of him obviously does not make sense logically.

With a shocked heart, Chu Wushuang drank quietly while glancing at Guo Qingyi from time to time.

"The master is really blind. The young master is so handsome and smart, yet he is not welcomed."

"The young master has a really hard life. Not only is he a bastard, but he also lost his mother."

These words were what Guo Qingyi was thinking. She had no idea that Chu Wushuang had heard her inner activities.

Chu Wushuang looked at Guo Qingyi for a while, his expression getting more and more excited.

He was sure that he suddenly gained the ability to read minds.

Maybe hitting the wall just now activated the golden finger.

God still has some conscience and finally gave him a skill.

Although mind reading is not an invincible magical skill, it can still be of great use.

With this skill, you can be versatile and behave more smoothly.

The more Chu Wushuang thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Guo Qingyi frowned slightly, thinking that Chu Wushuang was drunk and crazy again.

"Come, drink, drink with me, I'm happy today, let's have a good drink!"

Chu Wushuang picked up the wine pot and personally filled a glass of wine for Guo Qingyi.

Guo Qingyi had doubts written on her face. This was the first time she saw the young master smile since the young lady fell ill and passed away.

The young master was happy, and so was she. She immediately picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Have fun, keep drinking."

Chu Wushuang put the wine bottle in front of Guo Qingyi.

Guo Qingyi filled the glass with wine, raised it to Chu Wushuang, raised his neck and took a few sips.

"Haha, my maid has a good drinking capacity."

Chu Wushuang was in a good mood because he had gained the ability to read minds.

The master and the servant drank several glasses of wine in succession.

"Dong dong dong."

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Chu Wushuang was disturbed and shouted toward the door with an unhappy look on his face: "Who is it?"

"Young Master, a distinguished guest is coming. I asked you to come over and entertain the distinguished guest."

A man's voice sounded outside the door.

Chu Wushuang's expression changed when he heard this. When traveling around the house, even if he met his father, the father and son rarely talked to each other.

Now his father asked him to receive guests. What kind of medicine was sold in this gourd?