Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 809: Chapter 638: Little Meat Bun vs. Little Witch Lord

”Boo-hoo...” Tossing aside the unfinished chicken claw in his hand, regardless of the greasy mess, the little meatball immediately wailed, covered his face, and lay in Little Monk Bu Jie’s arms crying, ”Boo-hoo... Pretty sister doesn’t want me! Pretty sister doesn’t want me! For five years of my life, am I doomed not to get a pretty wife? Boo-hoo... my heart hurts so much...”

Everyone: ”...”

Gu Changsheng’s mouth twitched a few times, and he was completely stunned!

Everyone looked at the little one crying their heart out in disbelief, momentarily forgetting the big issue of who the Bashu Witch Master’s successor would be...

Only Little Monk Bu Jie, with his usual kind and compassionate demeanor, gently patted the little meatball on the back, soothingly saying, ”Amitabha, Young Master, do not be distressed. If it is meant to be, it will be. If it is not, do not force it.”

”Boo... I don’t understand... Waa...” The sobbing little meatball didn’t forget to express his bewilderment.

Little Monk Bu Jie frowned, recalling how Benefactor Changsheng educates children, closed his eyes briefly, and finally spoke quite frankly, ”What is yours will be yours. The duck in your mouth won’t fly away!”

At this, the little meatball understood and was relieved.

Gu Changsheng was left bewildered and twitching.

”Little monk, is that pretty sister mine or not? The book says, when all flowers in April have faded, peach blossoms bloom at the mountain temple. It’s already past April, spring flowers have bloomed, I have also chanted sutras with you for a long time, which counts as enlightenment. The conditions in the book are met, so isn’t it time for peach blossoms to bloom?” With a face full of tear stains, the little meatball earnestly counted on his fingers and asked with sound reasoning.

Hearing this, Little Monk Bu Jie twitched his mouth ever so slightly.

Upon hearing this, Gu Changsheng immediately palmed their forehead and flopped onto the chair.

Darn it, what’s all this nonsense? She swears, she definitely never taught her little meatball to misinterpret poetry like this!

”Dad, during the months Yaoyao spent with you, did she learn something she shouldn’t have?” Deeply reflecting on that, Gu Changsheng had to tilt her head to look at her old man.

Previously, her little meatball was lively, but never to this extent!

Now, upon careful consideration, why has it become so utterly absurd?

Something must have gone wrong during those months at Great Swamp Mountain!

Upon hearing this, Gu Taitian furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and then sighed with particular frustration, ”Jiji... Jiji has always liked reading Central Plains storybooks. The Witch Gu Temple has many treasured collections, and during those months when I was unwell and not paying much attention, Yaoyao seemed to be frequently reading.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Changsheng immediately kneeled!

Xiangka Tianji! How deep is your grudge? Did you have to corrupt her little meatball like this?

Storybooks!

You’ve tricked me!

Look at her little meatball with that wailing, mournful, bureaucratic tone, as if he has gone through endless worldly hardships and heartaches...

And he’s only been alive for five years!

Dear god, strike her down with a heavenly lightning bolt! She doesn’t want to live anymore!

Xiangka Tianji, as the former helmsman of the Southern Border, of all interests, why must you have such a penchant for collecting these heart-wrenching storybooks? Now it’s caused her little meatball to become so ridiculous!

Gu Changsheng clenched her fist, determined not to let Xiangka Tianji meet her again, or else she would surely give her a good beating!

As Gu Changsheng was infinitely frustrated, pounding her chest and stomping her feet, her little meatball had already climbed out of Little Monk Bu Jie’s arms and was running to Wuchang Yue, initially very bashful, but then abruptly switched to a proper, gallant manner...

Despite being only waist-high, he insisted on making such a pose, which left Gu Changsheng dumbfounded, slumping onto the chair without saying a word.

”I am Gu Ze, courtesy name Yaoyao, a resident of Liuzhou City in Great Zhou, living with the Commandery Prince, with a mother, a yet-to-wed father, a godfather, a paternal grandfather... um... forgot my lines...” The little meatball paused, scratching his earlobe with his clenched little fist, then suddenly shouted with bright eyes, ”Ah! Remembered!”

Gu Changsheng was so startled by her son’s sudden shout that her soul almost left her body.

Then she heard her son continue, with a chubby little face smiling like an old chrysanthemum, ”Little lady, I am still single!”

Wuchang Yue was as struck by lightning!

Despite once being the Bashu Witch Master, and now at the crucial moment of not wanting to care, this poor little girl was completely dumbstruck by the little meatball’s scare!

Hearing this statement, Gu Changsheng immediately felt unwell, as if her pride had been completely thrown away by her son!

”Son...” A plaintive call, Gu Changsheng felt a pang in his liver, ”How worried are you about getting married?”

Obviously just a five-year-old little child, how did he develop such an obsession with romance? It’s really frustrating!

The little dumpling turned around upon hearing that, pointed his little chin confidently at their Lion Tiger, ”Mother, the Peacock, Lion, and Tiger said, ’Youth is the time to indulge in romance,’ he was raised among cosmetics before he was weaned. I’m already several years late compared to the Peacock, Lion, and Tiger...”

Watching the scene from the side, Yue Xilou’s face suddenly became stiff upon being mentioned, because the gaze from a certain girl carried a fierce murderous intent.

”Alright! Alright! Alright! Well done! Flower Peacock, I just didn’t know you had such great abilities!” Gu Changsheng glared at Yue Xilou, her face gloomy, and spoke through gritted teeth, ”Little Uncle, it’s truly my fault for bringing you away from the cosmetics and here to the Southern Border. My nephew’s wife offers you an apology!”

”Haha...” The term ’Little Uncle’ was called out, and even ’nephew’s wife’! Yue Xilou shivered instantly, the handsome face more beautiful than a demon was filled with embarrassment, ”Easy, easy...”

The situation is becoming dangerous!

The girl is getting angry!

Yue Xilou pushed towards his own unworthy little disciple, and with a long arm scoop, he pulled the little dumpling who was flirting with a pretty sister into his embrace, then stepped back with a quick slip, ”Well, you all carry on busy, I’ll take this unworthy disciple out for some training first...”

”Peacock, Lion, and Tiger, what are you doing! Pretty sister! Pretty sister, you haven’t told me yet, are you married? Are you matched...”

The panicked and unwilling voice of the little dumpling echoed in the distance, making Gu Changsheng’s heart feel as if it were suffocating.

But right now, she really didn’t have the time to settle accounts with him, and could only let him go.

Wuchang Yue’s little face turned red like a pig liver, and it was only at this moment that she finally realized, darn it, she had been... teased?

Hands on hips, Wuchang Yue puffed with an inadequately developed chest, displaying some of the imposing manner of a Bashu Witch Master, stared straight at Gu Changsheng seated above, and furiously spoke, ”This Heavenly Witch has lived for eight years, and it’s the first time I’ve encountered someone who dares to tease this Heavenly Witch! Is this the one you’ve chosen to be the Bashu Witch Master? So unworthy? Huh? So reckless?”

Faced with Wuchang Yue’s blustering accusation, Gu Changsheng was embarrassed, ”Haha... Well, you are eight, my son is five, a girl being three years older is like holding a golden brick, it’s a perfect match, a perfect match...”

After all, it’s her own son, even if he’s a bit unworthy, a bit reckless, he’s still hers, isn’t he?

Gu Changsheng felt that as a mother, she ought to stand by her own son no matter what, never standing on the wrong team!

If her son flirted with a little lady, she ought to decisively add fuel to the fire!

”Xiao Yueyue, don’t be angry. My little dumpling is quite well-behaved, uh... it’s just that he’s been reading too many idle books lately, learning some crooked ways. Don’t worry, when I have time, I’ll straighten him out...” Under Wuchang Yue’s glare, Gu Changsheng’s voice grew quieter, having to swallow her words promoting her son back into her belly...

”Enough talking!” Wuchang Yue waved the sleeve of her Small Witch Robe with some authority, gesturing vigorously to a dozen white-robed witches behind her, ”Clan Uncle is above, though I hail from a side branch of Wuchang lineage, to speak truthfully, I am indeed your distant clan sister. Now that Clan Uncle has returned, my branch’s mission is complete, it’s only rightful for Bashu to be managed by a daughter from Wuchang’s Legitimate Line, Clan Sister, don’t try to deceive me!”

As Wuchang Yue’s voice sounded, the dozen white-robed witches holding trays respectfully stepped forward two steps, standing before Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng looked at the tray containing the bright yellow garment with a headache, then glanced at her seemingly uninvolved old father, wanting to cry but had no tears, ”This matter is not urgent, not urgent at all! Look outside, the entire Southern Border is up in arms, evidently a tough battle is looming, give me a bit more time, let me settle the people’s grievances in the Southern Border first, and then we can discuss the Bashu succession issue, how about that?”

”No how!” Wuchang Yue’s response was extremely firm and resolute, a small face full of solemnity, ”Bashu is at wartime, Clan Sister should don Witch Master’s King’s Robe, ascend the Heaven Rank Cloud Palace, lead Bashu, guide my Bashu Witch Tribe lineage to quell foreign threats, it is only rightful!”

”No, wait!” Gu Changsheng heard this and suddenly panicked, hastily waving her hands.

Donning the King’s Robe, she genuinely desires it but has no ability!

Must procrastinate if possible, even if she can’t, still must procrastinate!

”Xiao Yueyue, don’t be so impatient! Let’s negotiate...” Gu Changsheng massaged her brow, face full of helplessness.

But evidently, Wuchang Yue doesn’t have such patience, with a swing of the dark little witch staff in hand, immediately a garment from the tray flew to her!

Bright yellow base, gold thread delineates a dragon in flight... Bashu Witch Master’s King’s Robe! The border of the robe, also adorned with floral patterns rich in foreign tribe colors, flamboyant and bizarre, sacred and noble...

Wuchang Yue’s little oval face is soft and tender, full of sacred radiance, deep eyes shimmering with light and full of devotion, holding the King’s Robe, small legs stepping in rhythm, skirt light, advancing slowly...

”Please Clan Sister wear this Witch Master’s King’s Robe, and go to Bashu with me...”

With her small face slightly raised, Wuchang Yue’s solemn voice carried a hint of entreaty.

Seeing this, Gu Changsheng opened her mouth, not knowing what to say...

”Hold on! Hold on! Bashu’s Little Witch Lord you hold on!”