Fu Xiao was not completely unprepared for Mo Die coming up with such a trick.

Who didn’t do a few messy things when they were young?

He was originally waiting for Modie to explain to him, but he didn't expect that Modie would have such an attitude of not being afraid of boiling water.

Fu Xiao was very thirsty and poured the pot of tea to the bottom.

It seems that Modie knows the consequences...

Fu Xiao felt relieved, and without saying anything else, he drank all the cold tea in the cup and stood up.

Mo Die shivered subconsciously, but he also tensed up, not daring to show his timidity in front of Fu Xiao.

Seeing that Fu Xiao had already walked to his side and slapped him, Modie felt his shoulders tighten as Fu Xiao pinched him hard.

"You should rest first."

Fu Xiao let go of him, opened the door and left.

Modie was left stunned on the spot, his mouth wide open in disbelief.

"Is this the end?"

He couldn't believe that such an obvious and egregious violation of discipline could be spared so easily.

Apart from some soreness in the shoulders, there are no other additional punishments?

"Then is it really the young master of my village? Why does it look like he has been replaced by someone else?"

Modie was suffering a lot, and his intuition told him that his young village owner planned to suppress a big one and then take care of him...

This matter may really not be over.

Modie was still shivering over there, but Fu Xiao returned to the room calmly.

He flopped down on the bed and stared at the wall opposite for a long time, as if he was determined to drill a hole with his eyes.

After all, I couldn't see through the layer of blue bricks, and I couldn't bear the exhaustion, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Fu Xiao wasn't arguing with Mo Die just now, but he really didn't have the energy to talk to him in a trapped state.

He basically didn't get much rest during this trip.

After spending some effort to fight with Mo Die that night, he didn't bother to take a breather and went straight to Senior Ting'e's side.

Moreover, in order to come back early in a hurry, I didn’t stop at all.

This journey would take three or four days without stopping just by horseback riding, let alone the whole trip.

At the same time, he had to take care of the important things that the second prince had thrown at him, and the psychological pressure was also extremely great.

Fu Xiao only spent five days traveling back and forth.

Not counting the half-day negotiation with Ting'e and Xie Dajiao, bringing back another piece of jade seal, it almost shortened the round trip time by more than half. If I say it's not tiring, I'd be lying.

Even if he is young and strong, he is so desperate and rushes day and night, even his iron body cannot withstand such torture.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen asleep as soon as I touched the pillow.

Of course, Fu Xiao was different from ordinary people, and his relaxation was temporary.

This state of drowsiness and unconsciousness is impossible for him.

The deep sleep lasted less than an hour, and he was already mostly awake. He did not get up, but just lay down with his eyes closed.

It seems that this is Fu Xiao's habit. He was born in the world, how can he have a real deep sleep?

Fu Xiao's breathing slowed down, and he gradually couldn't hear clearly, and then he opened his eyes.

If others saw it, they might be scolded as "pervert". This can't be called sleep. At best, it's just closing your eyes and recuperating.

This kind of work and rest is beyond the reach of normal people, but for people like Xiao, it is already a luxury.

When he was young, he was tortured by his studies until he lost all his energy and his limbs became weak. Then he indulged himself and fell asleep.

After I woke up the next day, I faced even more intense training from my instructor with a cold face.

He didn't understand its deep meaning at first, but as time went by, he understood that he could never indulge himself in sleeping like a dead person at any time.

That way, it is really easy to turn yourself into a dead person.

His master once said.

If one day he finally enjoys a long-lost sleep, it will probably be equivalent to announcing that he is dead and will never see this world again.

Fu Xiao always kept these words in mind.

And this habit, which he has maintained to this day, seems to be engraved into his bones.

Fu Xiao recalled a past incident in the villa again, and couldn't help but feel upset. He sat up and let out a breath, put on a coat, sat up cross-legged, and did some exercises to regulate his breathing.

When I opened my eyes again, I could hear the early birds chirping outside the window.

He jumped up and felt exhausted. Just as he was about to change clothes and wash up, he saw that the clothes hanging aside were stained with a lot of dust, and even a few places were hooked by tree branches.

Fu Xiao frowned, thinking that it was a good thing that he didn't wear those flashy and elegant clothes because he was on the road, otherwise he might have been hung up even more miserably.

He glanced in the mirror again.

The reflected face, except for the brilliance in the eyes, looks somewhat haggard. The green stubble is gathering on the chin, and the whole person has aged a lot.

Fu Xiao wiped his face clean, shaved carefully, found a new set of clothes and put on another set of clothes. Then he went downstairs quietly and asked the waiter who also got up early and had started cleaning the lobby to prepare some hot water.

"Hey, it's been a while since I last saw Boss Xiao. You got up so early."

The waiter was carrying the mop. When he heard Fu Xiao calling him, he immediately turned around and put it down, greeting him with a little enthusiasm.

Fu Xiao also knew that the stylized greetings from their inn could be applied to anyone, so he still smiled and said "Thank you".

The service at this hotel is worthy of the high rent. The efficiency is very high. Hot water is always prepared on the stove for guests. Even so early in the morning, Fu Xiao didn't have to wait too long.

Fu Xiao took a bath and cleaned himself. Although his method was not as precise as the woman's, it still took a lot of time.

The most important thing is to comb through the hair that was blown and knotted by the wind.

By the time Fu Xiao changed his clothes and came out, it was already time for the morning market to close.

Ordinary people have also started cleaning, and the streets have become lively. There are constant shouts of hawking along the street, and there are also children laughing and playing.

He used his inner strength to dry his hair, tied it up casually, and finally opened the door and let in the person who had been left hanging outside.

Mo Di rubbed his hands and stepped forward carefully.

Seeing Fu Xiao standing with his hands behind his back, he didn't pay much attention to him. He didn't know how to speak for a while.

Mo Die saw that there was still sporadic heat coming out from behind the screen, so he performed his duties as Fu Xiao's subordinate with a wink, and called the waiter on his behalf to ask them to remove the bathtub.

It was quite a struggle again.

After those idle people left, Mo Die weakly called out "Young Master", his voice clearly showing guilt and injustice.

Fu Xiao turned around and glanced at him, but did not continue to ignore Mo Di as he did the night before.

Cold treatment is not an option, some things still need to be talked about.

Looking at the two big dark circles under Modie's eyes, Fu Xiao felt a sudden realization, knowing that he must be suffering internally and had no sleep all night.

"Tell me about it."

Fu Xiao sat down, put his hands on the armrests of the armchair, and spoke softly.

Mo Die's heart dropped halfway, thinking that his premonition was indeed correct, and that the young master of his village was really settling the scores after the fall.

His legs went weak and he almost lost his balance. He immediately raised his voice and began to explain: "Young master, I have a thief heart but no courage. I just want to drop by the vegetarian venue over there to listen to music. I am also a temporary lard."

Please forgive me this time."

Fu Xiao was stunned.

He didn't intend to hold on to this matter. He originally wanted to ask Mo Die how he accomplished what he told him and why he ran out of the inn alone after losing Ji Yao.

However, using a very ordinary tone and just three words, Mo Die's little thoughts were revealed.

What else did he say?

Fu Xiao just wanted to laugh after hearing this. He dared to jump out of the words that he had just made up. It was obviously a self-destructive explanation, and he was afraid that others would not think wrongly.

"I'm talking about you leaving your post without permission. Who is going to discuss with you whether you are going to eat meat or vegetarian food?"

Fu Xiao had a straight face and asked sternly: "Then you can explain to me why you go to that place to listen to music? The teahouse and stage next door can't satisfy your pursuit of art?"

Modie now really experienced what it means to say too much and make mistakes. He groaned twice in annoyance and explained: "I...it was just yesterday."

He carefully added: "I have done everything I should do."

Modie would only speak at a normal speed when he was feeling guilty. After all, he needed to use his brain to speak smoothly.

He didn't realize it himself, but it made it easier for Fu Xiao to judge.

"You!"

Fu Xiao looked at Mo Di's energetic and young face and sighed with some disappointment, "Sooner or later, you will be wasted to death."

Mo Die didn't hear clearly, and Fu Xiao didn't intend to repeat it. He changed the topic and asked: "Let's not argue with you about this for now, so as not to make me angry. Tell me how you did what you were supposed to do?"
To be continued...