Amnesiac General and Infatuated Brothel Keeper 6

Yun Mengchen regretted it the moment he stepped into the building.

His master had said that his temperament was not suitable for roaming the outside world. He refused to believe it or listen, and now, seeing those few newly acquainted "friends" clamoring noisily in someone else's building, Yun Mengchen only felt his face burning hot. Flushed and red up to his ears, he was so embarrassed that he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Thinking this in his heart, Yun Mengchen suddenly heard the person next to him take a small breath. Following that person's gaze, he looked up and saw a young man with extremely exquisite and stunning features slowly walking downstairs, supported by someone. He wore a bamboo-green long gown, the color extremely plain, but the sleeves and lapel were embroidered with large, clustered Weizi Peonies with white edges, allowing one to know his identity at a glance.

"Hasn't he come down?" Li Shujie, who stood beside him, sneered. "Done faking illness?"

Hearing this, Yun Mengchen hurriedly pulled him and whispered with a frown, "He is indeed sick."

The young man's lips were pale, with faint dark circles under his eyes, his entire face showing signs of sickness. At a glance, one could tell that he must be overthinking, depressed for years, and a person whose lifespan was not long.

However, after Li Shujie spoke such contemptuous words, the young man was not angry. Instead, supported by someone, he sat on the soft couch at the southern end of the hall, resting his hand against his forehead. The bamboo-green sleeves slipped down with his movements, revealing half of an arm as white as snow. He sighed softly, his voice a bit hoarse, "Do you young masters wish to hear Wuyan sing?"

"Otherwise, what are we here for?" Someone smiled disdainfully. "To watch you pretend to be noble? Since you don't sell your ass anymore, you sing, and now you won't even sing when someone pays you. Is Young Master Wuyan waiting to close down for good?"

"Enough, mind your manners and watch your mouths!" Yun Mengchen scolded in a low voice. Listening to these people's words, his heart grew more frustrated and oppressed. He wished he could flick his sleeves and leave immediately, severing ties with these people.

Li Shujie looked at him in surprise, leaning close to him and saying, "Mengchen, people are divided into different classes. Why should you treat these actors and prostitutes with courtesy? Didn't we pay to come here just to have fun?"

Yun Mengchen frowned. Just as he opened his lips, he heard the young man on the soft couch speak, "People are indeed divided into different classes. You young masters are of noble birth, and I am an actor and prostitute. Yet now, you gentlemen spend thousands of gold to see us lowly actors and prostitutes of the bottom rank. Wuyan truly does not understand such refined taste. I'm afraid I have read too few books. Perhaps I need to read more in the future to understand."

Li Shujie's face flushed red: "You—!"

Su Jinzhi, following his memory, said everything Jun Changle had said that day. Subsequently, he saw Yun Mengchen look at him in astonishment, and the Progress Value also increased by 5 points.

"Wuyan is unwell today, and the songs I sing will probably not be able to make you young masters smile. Why don't we play some elegant games instead?" Su Jinzhi leaned back lazily, licked his lips, and raised his chin to look at them.

The beauty on the couch had his lapel loosely gathered. The peony branch spreading across his right shoulder gently peeked out of the green clothes, outlining a charming and splendid spring scenery on his snow-white body, causing one's lower abdomen to tighten slightly. The few people looking at him agreed, seemingly guided by gods and demons.

Jun Changle was like this back then. He said that he would not sell his ass today, nor would he sing, but he could play some literati games with them; they could choose anything from zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting.

If they won, he would let them play with him however they wanted, with as many people as they wanted, and he would absolutely not resist. But if they lost, they had to stay in the pavilion and become one of the male prostitutes in his pavilion for three years.

As a result, no one won that day. The few of them gave dry laughs and ran away, pushing and shoving each other.

Jun Changle was not stupid. He only verbally humiliated these people so that they would lose face and not come back to cause trouble in the pavilion in the future. He never thought of actually making them stay as male prostitutes. But coincidentally, this fool Yun Mengchen really stayed, saying something about a gentleman's promise being worth a thousand gold, and that he would keep his word.

Li Shujie was arrogant and conceited. Back then, he couldn't even beat the sick Jun Changle in chess, let alone win against Su Jinzhi, who had an intelligent AI cheating for him now—the moment he placed a piece, No. 0 could calculate hundreds of ways to defeat him within a second.

In less than two hours, Su Jinzhi had already beaten them to the point of doubting their lives.

They couldn't hold on for long. One by one, they started making excuses to leave, leaving Yun Mengchen all alone in Huaqi Pavilion.

Yun Mengchen sat in front of Su Jinzhi, looking at the white pieces on the chessboard that had already fallen into a dead end, and sighed softly: "I lost."

Su Jinzhi scooped up a black piece and played with it, asking him carelessly, "Do you want to play another game?" It was best not to play another one, as he was almost falling asleep. If he had known playing chess was so sleep-inducing, he would have suggested playing mahjong.

Yun Mengchen shook his head and gave a bitter smile. He stood up in front of Su Jinzhi and bowed respectfully, "I accept my loss. Mengchen is at Young Master Wuyan's disposal."

Su Jinzhi smiled at him: "You can go. My words were just casually spoken."

Yun Mengchen still had a docile expression: "A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand gold. How can it be casually dropped?"

"Do you really want to stay in my pavilion as a male prostitute?" Su Jinzhi walked two circles around him. "Do you know how to play the flute or do Poison Dragon? If you don't know anything, wouldn't it be a great loss for me to take you in? Then you might as well convert your promise into a thousand gold for me, and we'll call it even."

"I don't have that much money..." Yun Mengchen frowned slightly and asked with some doubt, "Although I don't know what Poison Dragon means, I know how to play the flute."

Su Jinzhi clicked his tongue and sighed: "This person is truly honest."

No. 0 also asked him: "Host, No. 0 also doesn't know what a Poison Dragon is."

Su Jinzhi said: "...Good children don't need to know."

Seeing him fall silent, Yun Mengchen hurriedly bowed again and said: "If Young Master Wuyan is willing to teach, this one will definitely study with great concentration and will certainly not disappoint the Young Master."

Su Jinzhi: "..." He didn't want to teach at all.

It was the first time he had seen an ancient person rushing to be a male prostitute. Su Jinzhi felt that this Yun Mengchen was quite interesting and was just about to tease him again. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, a stifling pain came from his chest. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, immediately catching a handful of blood.

Seeing him coughing blood, Yun Mengchen was instantly shocked. Saying "Excuse me," he stepped forward to take his pulse.

Su Jinzhi smoothed out his breathing and asked him with a smile: "How is it?"

Yun Mengchen frowned as he looked at him. His lips opened and closed several times, but he couldn't speak.

"Not much time left to live, right? I know." Su Jinzhi turned his head and looked at the white-edged Weizi Peony blooming by the windowsill, murmuring softly, "I just don't know if I'll be able to see this flower bloom once more next year..."

As soon as these words came out, Su Jinzhi felt as if he was about to transcend the secular world and ascend as an immortal. He felt that his profile at this moment must look especially strong and exceptionally beautiful in Yun Mengchen's eyes, enough to awaken his love for life.

Sure enough, the next moment, Yun Mengchen increased his Progress Value by another 10 points.

"You can take a pulse, are you a doctor?" Su Jinzhi asked him.

Yun Mengchen nodded gently.

"That's perfect. Since you don't know the Poison Dragon, you don't have to stay in my pavilion anymore."

Yun Mengchen widened his eyes and raised his gaze to look at him again.

Su Jinzhi said: "Convert your gentleman's promise into a thousand gold, and count it as the medical fee for treating my illness."

Yun Mengchen stared blankly for a moment. After meeting the young man's smiling gaze, he quickly lowered his eyelashes and gave a sound of affirmation, "Mn."

Su Jinzhi looked at the crimson flush spreading from the roots of his ears to his neck and sighed softly.

Back then, Jun Changle had asked if he could treat his illness. Yun Mengchen said he wasn't sure if he could, but he could give it a try. Then Jun Changle issued him a Fate Invitation, inviting Yun Mengchen into Huaqi Pavilion in the name of hiring a doctor to treat his illness.

And Yun Mengchen truly kept his promise. No matter what the outside world said about him, he solidly stayed in the pavilion to treat the original host's illness, unable to be driven away even if tried.

Yun Mengchen was upright and honest, unafraid of rumors and gossip. He treated Jun Changle with the courtesy of a gentleman. As time passed, Jun Changle came to regard him as his only trusted, close friend. He gave all the family wealth he had saved over the years to him as a reward for his treatment. He also poured out all of his heart's matters for him to know. He didn't ask him to actively help find Jiang Lishan's whereabouts; he only said that if Yun Mengchen saw someone similar, he begged him to definitely tell him so he could go search for him himself.

When people spend a long time together, feelings will develop.

This sentence was not only applicable to Jun Changle but also to Yun Mengchen—he fell in love with Jun Changle, but as fate would have it, the person Jun Changle liked was his Seventh Junior Martial Brother who had forgotten everything.

He deceived himself and others, pretending not to know Feng Jiuli's identity, and never mentioned his fellow martial brothers to Jun Changle. After all, in the eyes of the world, Jiang Lishan was already dead, and only the people of Ghost Cloud Valley knew about the amnesia of Chongluo Kingdom's current Great General, Feng Jiuli. Given Jun Changle's status at that time, apart from Yun Mengchen, he would probably never meet another person from Ghost Cloud Valley in his lifetime. So how could he possibly know the truth? Therefore, until his death, Jun Changle was never able to see Jiang Lishan again.

Yun Mengchen originally left Ghost Cloud Valley to save the world and heal the people, but in the end, he exhausted what little life Jun Changle had left.

No one is perfect. As an outsider, Su Jinzhi could not judge whether it was good or bad that Yun Mengchen saved Jun Changle and let him live in despair for three years; now that he had become Jun Changle and was living this life again, he still could not understand all of this.