Chapter 2 - How about Masters skill? (2/2)

Ci knelt down and begged, “Master, please help me. I want to go on living.”

The flesh on his face slightly trembled. “I… I am getting old,” he murmured.

Ci was kneeling on the floor and stared at him with imploring eyes.

“You can play the lute in my teahouse. I will provide accommodation for you and besides, you can get 50 grams of silver per month.” Li Qiufeng raised Ci’s chin with his forefinger and continued, “Move out of the woodshed. From now on, you can sleep in the room for maids.”

Ci made a bow to him and followed San to the maid’s room. San asked curiously, “How about Master’s skill?”

Ci felt puzzled and asked, “What?”

San raised his eyebrows and snorted, “Don’t pretend. You know what I’m getting at.”

Ci stopped asking questions and expressed her gratitude to San for his help.

“Sooner or later you will be driven away.” San spat on the ground and walked out of the room.

San didn’t know that Ci looked like Li Qiufeng’s daughter who had died from tuberculosis. It’s natural for men to have a lust for women. A randy man would be kind-hearted when he was deeply touched. But when a gentleman was driven by lust, he would become a wild animal. The man who looked ugly and ferocious with a fleshy nevus on his chin, was not a bad guy.

In the evening, Li Qiufeng asked Ci to play the Chinese lute. When she finished playing, he gave her a bottle of ointment and said, “Apply the ointment to your noxious sore. The sore will soon heal up and your hair will grow back.”

“Thank you, Master.” Ci sensed that there was something strange in his attitude toward her, which mystified her.

“Before your recovery, stay in the room and practice the lute. Don’t worry about anything else.” Li Qiufeng pointed at the kitchen and continued, “Tomorrow you can go to the kitchen and eat with other servants.”

Ci immediately knelt and kowtowed to him. “Thank you, Master.”

Li Qiufeng let out a long sigh and left.