"It's okay. Just apply medicine. It's better to have scars."
After saying this, he suddenly laughed out loud, making the doctor look puzzled.
Ye Chen has been recovering from his injuries for the next few days. Thanks to his strong body, the nearly 100 wounds all over his body did not kill him. They were not even injuries to his muscles and bones, they were just blood from some fangs.
If you put some medicine on the hole, it will be almost healed in three days.
The wounds on the big hanging were almost healed, but there were many uneven bumps left, which looked very hideous and terrifying.
On the fifth day, the scars on his body fell off automatically. The steward of the arena suddenly came to his door and walked around his room several times. He smoked his pipe and looked at him with strange eyes. Ye Chen felt strange and couldn't help but ask:
"What's wrong with me?"
The steward shook his head and said with envy:
"Boy, you are lucky. Madam Mu has taken a liking to you and invited you to be a guest at her manor."
"Mrs. Mu? Who is it?"
Ye Chen was a little strange.
The steward said:
"Mrs. Mu is one of the three great Dukes of Ning Kingdom. She is a great beauty who is famous throughout the country. You are lucky, my boy."
"Duke? Are you attracted to me?"
"Yes, get ready. The carriage to pick you up is already at the door."
Ye Chen:...
From the steward's tone and Mrs. Namu's identity, it was clear that she had no room for rejection. Obviously, her excellent performance and strong body were noticed by a hungry lady.
This is something I don’t know how to describe. If it’s an ugly woman, it’s definitely a bad thing, but if it’s a beautiful woman, it’s a good thing. Now it seems that the chance of a good thing is higher.
There was nothing to prepare, he just had to change into formal clothes. When he went out, a carriage stopped at the door. He got into the carriage and left.
The carriage entered Pingyang City and walked towards the south of the city. The arena was not in the city, but next to the east gate of the city.
Not long after, the carriage entered a deserted street. Ye Chen looked out of the carriage window. There were not many pedestrians on the whole street, and there were not many houses on the side of the road. The whole street was surrounded by high walls.
After walking about seven or eight hundred meters, I saw a huge gatehouse. The carriage entered through a small door next to the gatehouse.
The carriage drove into the courtyard. There were many gorgeous carriages parked in the yard. Many carriage drivers were chatting together. Ye Chen bent over and walked out of the stopped carriage. The carriage drivers all turned their heads and saw his tall body and extremely strong body.
The muscles that looked like words opened their mouths in surprise.
The driver who brought him led him into another small courtyard and whispered as he walked:
"Madam is holding a poetry party today to entertain the guests in the city. Later you will prepare some preparations and dance with the sword to add to the fun!"
"Well!"
Ye Chen touched his head, and the expectations in his heart were suddenly reduced by half. Co-writing is not a matter of luck. He is just inviting himself to perform a sword dance for fun. Isn't this equivalent to inviting celebrities to participate in some activities in reality?
Well, he felt that he seemed to have thought too much, so he replied with some interest:
"Then please prepare a wooden sword for me!"
Not long after, he was taken to a room filled with all kinds of weapons. There were no less than ten kinds of swords, of various lengths, weights, and thicknesses, but none of them were sharp.
He randomly selected a long sword and was taken to another room to wait.
He was not the only one in the room, there were several groups of performers, but they were all professionals, but he looked like an amateur in terms of his dress and demeanor.
It can't be said that he is an amateur. He is professional in fighting, but his acting is a bit amateurish.
Groups were invited out in groups, and it took almost an hour before it was his turn. He followed the servant out of the room with an uncut iron sword on his back, and walked around the ridiculously large manor several times before arriving at the garden gate.
This is a women's party, held in the open air in a large garden. There is a large artificial lake in the center of the garden. Several wooden bridges connect the central island. There is a row of corridors around the island. There is a pavilion on the left side.
It's an open space, and there are some clowns doing acrobatics at this time.
Seeing many young women around him watching the performance with great interest, Ye Chen felt his face getting hot.
He doesn't care about embarrassment. As an Adventer, he cares too much about his face. It's hard to survive in every world. The main reason is that he feels bored. With his skills in sword dancing, he can refine the Fierce Ape Essence and Blood Pill at home. He has the pill for injuries he suffered before.
There was no time to refine it.
However, now he did not have the strength to refuse. Mastering a basic skill does not mean he is invincible. At least in this manor, he felt that there were several masters who were stronger than him. In order to reduce trouble, he could only be obedient.
Sitting on a rock waiting for the last scene to end, I suddenly heard a clear female voice calling me from behind:
"Hey, aren't you the one in the arena? Why are you still here? Come and follow me."
Turning around, he saw a familiar face, it was the pretty maid who had given him Mrs. Mu's handkerchief before. She grabbed his hand and walked away, saying as she walked:
"Madam is waiting for you, why are you still here? What's wrong with the sword? Madam is not allowed to bring weapons around."
The pretty maid had very little strength, so he didn't dare to exert any force, so he just let her pull her away while explaining:
"Didn't Madam invite me to perform the sword dance for fun?"
The pretty maid was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately and said:
"My servant must have made a mistake. Madam invited you to participate in the poetry party. You are a guest. How can I let you dance with the sword?"
Ye Chen:...
I couldn't help but touch my sweat-free forehead, it was a mistake.
But this is a good thing, no more people watching.
Following the maid to the small island in the middle of the lake, I saw a group of mandarin ducks sitting in the pavilion from a distance. Seven or eight beautifully dressed women were chatting in a group. They all looked pretty, and I don’t know which one.
It's Mrs. Mu.
At this time, one of the women happened to turn around. Her elegant temperament and charming eyes made Ye Chen's eyes brighten up. The woman turned around and saw him, and Ye Chen subconsciously winked at her.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then she covered her mouth with her handkerchief and snickered. The pretty maid behind him urged him to come forward until she came to the woman's side and then said:
"Madam, Ye...Young master has invited us."
"Master Ye?"
A woman wearing a light yellow palace dress next to her raised her head and looked at Ye Chen's height that needed to be looked up at and her figure that stretched her loose robe tightly, with a look of surprise and confusion on her face.
The women around him also covered their mouths and laughed secretly. Sometimes they looked at him, and sometimes they looked at Mrs. Mu, covering their mouths and laughing.
Ye Chen could tell that they were snickering, and they thought they were Mrs. Mu. He had no interest in explaining, so he held his hands to them one by one, sat on the stool brought by the pretty maid, and looked at her with big eyes.
Staring at them made them embarrassed and didn't dare to look over again.
At this time, he knew who Mrs. Mu was, that beautiful woman who was elegant and charming. It seemed a bit excessive to say that she should be a mature woman.