Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times-Chapter 178 - 102 Searching in Jushuang Town

Chapter 178 -102 Searching in Jushuang Town

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The following morning, Gu Changsheng had everything ready for departure to Jushuang Town.

Han Qiu’s injuries were quite severe at the time, and although she had shown some improvement after a few days of rest, she still couldn’t withstand the jolting of travel. Left with no choice, Gu Changsheng had to persuade her to stay at home and wait, since she was the patient. Changsheng even thoughtfully left Han Mo with her for company and Dong Lei to cook for her.

With the luggage all packed, Gu Changsheng led Little Meat Bun and Xiao Cui up onto the carriage.

As for the candidate driving the carriage, naturally someone, though unwilling, had to put up with it.

This person was none other than Yue Xilou who insisted on tagging along.

“Flower Peacock, get yourself a bamboo hat to cover that flashy face of yours!” Gu Changsheng couldn’t help but growl at Yue Xilou outside the carriage as she plopped down inside.

“A true man doesn’t need to hide his face when he’s out and about!” Yue Xilou, who had stooped to become a coachman, clearly lacked cooperation and casually adjusted his garish five-colored clothes without a care.

“Flower Peacock, the heat of the autumn tiger is no less fierce. Just look at the newly risen sun. In a couple of Shichen, it will surely be scorching hot. Be careful not to let the sun ruin that pretty face of yours. Nobody will compensate you then!” Gu Changsheng, upon hearing this, wasn’t too bothered and had an expression of someone about to enjoy a good show.

The person sitting comfortably in the carriage of course didn’t fear the sun. Heaven knows, she really meant well and couldn’t bear to see beautiful things get spoiled by the sun.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Yue Xilou leapt down from the carriage. In just a few moments, he returned wearing a bamboo hat.

Gu Changsheng glanced at the length of the veil hanging from the hat and was momentarily speechless.

Alright, not only was the face covered, but the neck and arms as well.

“Seriously?” Gu Changsheng sighed, touching her forehead in resignation as she observed Yue Xilou holding the reins with one hand and the end of the veil with the other.

Now, Yue Xilou was completely shrouded within the veil, perfectly covered!

“To enslave the master of this tower, and you still have the nerve to stand there without a backache!” Yue Xilou snorted coldly, the whip cracking as he drove the carriage forward into motion.

“Who says I’m standing and talking without a backache? I’m clearly sitting down!” Gu Changsheng cradled her son to steady themselves, smirking as she retorted.

With the sounds of the whip snapping continuously, the prized horses from the County Prince’s Mansion naturally wouldn’t disappoint, galloping joyously.

And the comfort within the carriage was certainly without question. Gu Changsheng reclined lazily on a white fox fur cushion, idly cracking sunflower seeds.

“Son, what are you looking at?”

Little Meat Bun, head buried in a small sketchbook, didn’t even lift it as he replied, “Natuo fighting the sea.”

“Taking off clothes to fight the sea?” Gu Changsheng’s phoenix eyes widened as she turned to her son, sparkling brightly, “Anyone can fight the sea as long as they take off their clothes by the seaside!”

Just after she said that, Little Meat Bun became discontent, pouting as he lifted his little head, “What does taking off clothes have to do with it, Natuo fighting the sea is a mythological story, alright! Mom, you don’t even know about Nezha the Third Prince!”

With a disdainful look in his tiny eyes.

The disdained Gu Changsheng wasn’t happy either. She craned her neck to peek at her son’s sketchbook and then froze in consternation.

Alright, she was wrong!

“Their family had three sons, Jintuo, Mutuo, and Natuo.” Little Meat Bun listed them out, counting on his fingers.

“Son, your memory is faulty, you remembered it wrong. Their family’s three sons were called Jintuo, Mutuo, and Pituo…” Suffering inwardly, Gu Changsheng tried hard to stifle her laughter.

“Pituo? I have that!” Little Meat Bun lifted up his little foot clad in Pituo, something that Aunt Cui had recently made for him. It was for wearing indoors, and oh so comfortable.

Gu Changsheng: “…”

Even Xiao Cui couldn’t help but bow her head.

“Mom, look how Nezha the Third Prince is fighting the Dragon King’s Third Prince with a Hula Hoop and a long handkerchief, so amazing!” Holding up the sketchbook in front of his mom, Little Meat Bun’s eyes sparkled with boundless admiration.

Unable to stand it any longer, Gu Changsheng thumped her son’s little forehead with a flick, “Forget your Natuo, your Hula Hoop, and your long handkerchief, do you think this is playtime?”

She shouldn’t have gotten that Hula Hoop for Xiao Leizi to practice waist movements…

“Mom…” Little Meat Bun, puzzled by the unexpected hit, looked up at his mom with tears welling up in his eyes.

Rubbing her temples, Gu Changsheng pointed at the sketchbook, “Those two characters are read as Nezha, transliterated from Sanskrit, not Natuo! Also, Nezha the Third Prince’s weapons are the Qiankun Ring and the Huntian Ribbon, not a Hula Hoop and a long handkerchief!”