Men are getting married when they are young, and women are getting married when they are young. Although the mute slave's face is disfigured, he is actually not very old.
Feng Jiuer still vaguely remembered that when she was young, the mute slave was just a teenager.
Although the mute slave never said her age, according to her pitifully vague memories, the mute slave now should be a young man around twenty years old.
Alas, you are so young!
Unexpectedly, after the mute slave heard what she said, the cup he was holding to drink from fell on the table with a clang.
Tea splashed everywhere, even Feng Jiuer's sleeves were splashed.
"Mute slave!" Jiu'er was startled and hurriedly avoided.
The mute man stood up and fetched the tablecloth from nowhere, and quickly wiped away the tea with his quick eyes and hands.
When Jiu'er was about to say something to him, he turned around and walked away with a cold face.
It turned out to be...a face that was cold and...displeased?
Hey, this is the first time Feng Jiu'er has seen a mute slave looking unhappy, it's really strange!
But why is he unhappy?
"Mute slave, what's wrong with you?" Jiu'er chased after him. When he saw Mute slave returning to his room, Feng Jiu'er also chased him.
"Why are you angry? Are you unhappy with what I said?" She walked into the mute slave's room and found that the room was really shabby.
There is a bed, a chair, and a table. There are teapots, cups, and a few books on the table. Not far away is a shabby wardrobe with a few pieces of clothing vaguely visible.
This is everything for the mute slave.
Ever since Jiu'er came to this era and the Feng family, it seems that she hasn't had a good look at the place where the mute slave lives.
When I look at it now, I feel sad.
The mute slave's room is so shabby! Even the clothes...
She walked over and opened the somewhat broken wardrobe door. Sure enough, there were only two sets of decent clothes.
However, every time the mute slave appeared in front of her, he was clean and neat, so that she did not notice the shabby appearance of his clothes at all.
It should be said that there is a clean aura about the mute slave. No matter what he wears, that aura is always there.
You had no chance to notice the clothes he was wearing, because his figure was so eye-catching that you couldn't pay attention to anything else.
He is obviously a handsome man, with this figure, this temperament, and such a pair of clean and beautiful eyes, how could he not be the standard feature of a stunningly handsome man?
But it's a pity that a face was ruined.
"Mute slave, I'm sorry, I didn't know your place... is so simple. I was too negligent."
She looked back at him and suddenly smiled: "Mute slave, I will take you to the street to buy clothes tomorrow."
The mute slave didn't respond, or even look at her.
Still angry!
Feng Jiuer was really a heartless person sometimes. She knew that the mute slave was angry just now, but after entering the door, she was attracted by the decoration of the mute slave's room and forgot about it.
Now, I suddenly remembered.
She knocked on her head, walked over, and gently tugged on his sleeve: "What are you angry about? Are you angry that I told you to find a marriage for you?"
As soon as he said these words, the mute slave's face suddenly darkened, and a cold aura spread over his body.
Hey, it’s so cold! Someone who obviously doesn’t know anything about martial arts actually looks like a master, with a terrifying aura!
"If you're unhappy, I'll just leave it alone. However, I don't understand why you're angry. In your day and age, don't you have to talk about marriage when you reach a certain age?"
In ancient times, wasn't it true that women got married when they were fifteen or sixteen, and men got married when they were seventeen or eighteen?
Why do all the people I know become older men? Uncle Nine Emperors, Mu Mu, Zhan Yuheng, and Xing Zizhou are all over 20 years old, so why are they still single?
Could it be that she had some misunderstanding about the age of marriage in ancient times?
"No matter what, in short, it's not normal for a male to get married? What are you angry about?"
It’s not like he’s already been assigned someone he doesn’t like, so isn’t he still looking for it? Of course, the prerequisite is that he likes it!
"Are you afraid that I will find you a girl you don't like? What are you afraid of? I will never do such an authoritarian thing, you..."
Suddenly, the mute slave grabbed her hand and pressed it on his face.
Feng Jiuer resisted the urge to roll her eyes and looked at his face: "What are you doing? Are you afraid that if your face looks like this, the girl's family won't marry you?"
I didn't expect that he, with his elegant demeanor, would be afraid of this.
"Don't be afraid, I'm currently preparing a new medicine, which will be ready soon. It still needs some time to ferment..."
Okay, let’s not talk about the profound truth for now, even a mute slave may not understand it.
She continued: "In short, the scars on your face can gradually become shallower. Although it cannot be eradicated, once the scars become shallower, the whole face will look better. Look at the outline of your facial features..."
Jiu'er's fingertips couldn't help but scratch the bridge of his nose. She was measuring the facial features from a professional perspective, but with such a stroke of her finger, the mute slave's face became slightly warm.
He turned his face away and avoided it.
Only then did Feng Jiuer realize what she had just done, and she smiled a little shyly: "Haha, don't mind, I actually... well, let me tell you, my medical clinic is not an ordinary medical clinic.
It also needs to be made into medicine, the kind that can be used for beauty purposes."
She thought about it and chose the simplest wording: "Anyway, it can make girls have better skin and look more beautiful."
There are no beauty salons these days. When she develops the first batch of beauty elixirs and the beauty salon opens, it will definitely prosper and make a lot of money!
"Getting back to the topic, I can help you clean up the scar on your face so that it doesn't scare the girl. If you don't believe it, I will wait for your scar to heal before taking you on a blind date."
The mute slave's face still didn't look so good. Although he didn't understand what she was saying, the meaning was almost understood.
Jiu'er seemed a little tired. After walking in the snow-capped mountains for most of the day, his energy was almost exhausted.
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. You can't be angry anyway. We'll talk about the rest later."
She yawned and stretched: "I'm going back to shower and change clothes, and then have a good sleep. I'll take you to buy clothes early tomorrow, and then I'll go back to the college."
She turned around and walked out the door. As she walked, she couldn't help but complain: "I'm so busy! Why do I live so busy? I'm exhausted. Mute slave, you should go to bed early. Goodbye."
The door was closed, but the mute slave just stared at the door, his eyes fixed, not knowing what he was thinking.
The evening breeze blew by, ruffling his hair, and the slight chill finally subsided.
He picked it up lightly with his long fingers, and unknowingly there was a small wooden box in his hand. After opening the wooden box, there was actually a black insect inside!
The insect was completely black, and under the candlelight, it shone with a chilling black-purple luster...
