Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times-Chapter 616 - 463: Little Bun’s Knot

Her little dumpling was young, but he was clever and astute!

Thinking of the words spoken by the little dumpling while peeking behind the door, Gu Changsheng couldn’t help but shake her head.

Such a clever child, she really loved him dearly but also felt distressed and didn’t know how to face it!

As her inner strength spread out, Gu Changsheng searched for the little dumpling’s traces within the residence!

She didn’t know where the little dumpling had hidden, but knowing that Zhou Zongbao was with him gave her some peace of mind.

"Peach Blossom Cottage?"

Finding the scent of the little dumpling, Gu Changsheng couldn’t help but startle and muttered absentmindedly.

What was the little dumpling doing at Peach Blossom Cottage? That was the domain of Little Monk Bu Jie, almost a forbidden land within Gu Residence, and without anything special happening, the people of the residence rarely disturbed Little Monk Bu Jie at Peach Blossom Cottage!

"He must still be heartbroken..." Gu Changsheng said, looking in the direction of Peach Blossom Cottage with a bitter smile curving her lips.

Little Monk Bu Jie was proficient in Buddhism, and his Peach Blossom Cottage, fragrant with the scent of sanctity, was indeed a place that could tranquilize the mind. Was the little dumpling seeking solace there?

"My lady?" Seeing his wife’s troubled expression, Si Xi spoke up with concern in his voice.

The death of Li Mufeng and others probably did not bode well for her mood!

After all, they had once been husband and wife...

Gu Changsheng glanced at Si Xi, understanding what he was thinking, and couldn’t help but give a faint, smile.

She wasn’t the one who had been married to Li Mufeng!

With her sleeves fluttering and her dress billowing, Gu Changsheng suddenly leapt towards the direction of Peach Blossom Cottage!

She would not let her little dumpling feel alone!

Without a biological father, she would give him all the love she could provide!

Standing outside the entrance of Peach Blossom Cottage, hearing the noises inside, Gu Changsheng couldn’t help but startle and listened intently with furrowed brows.

"Monk, monk, that’s wrong! You can’t plane the wood like this; do it like this!"

"Shush! Shush! Shush!" The sounds of planing wood followed!

"Oh no, that’s not right! You can’t use the carving knife like that; do it gently, along the drawn patterns, slowly carve, you must not rush!" the voice of the little dumpling rose again, "My mother says, ’Good things come to those who wait,’ and this cannot be hurried one bit!"

"Amitabha! The young benefactor speaks wisely!"

"Oh my! What have you carved here? It’s so ugly, really ugly! I’ve never seen anything uglier than what you’ve carved!" the disdainful voice of the little dumpling came, "Tell me, you recite your scriptures so well, how can you carve such ugly things? At this rate, when will you be able to fix the destroyed railings like my mother said?"

Listening more, Gu Changsheng’s brows furrowed tighter, and she couldn’t help but leap up to the fourth floor of Peach Blossom Cottage!

What in the world was this cheery voice of the little dumpling?

This was somewhat out of her expectations!

Hidden outside the Zen Room on the fourth floor, Gu Changsheng peered through the window lattice and saw two small figures busily moving about the observatory, giving Gu Changsheng quite the impression of having stumbled into a carpenter’s workshop. Meanwhile, Zhou Zongbao sat next to a pile of sawdust and wood chips with a face that spoke volumes of deep suffering, his large eyes revolving around the busy figures!

Little Monk Bu Jie had once again destroyed her railings, and in a fit of anger, Gu Changsheng had brought over some durable wood, determined to have Little Monk Bu Jie fix the railings himself!

Thus, for many days now, Little Monk Bu Jie had been in seclusion within Peach Blossom Cottage, battling it out with the wood!

Little Monk Bu Jie was absolutely devoid of any talent as a carpenter, but her son, who had achievements in making swings, did have a knack for carpentry work. Together, the two of them indeed had their hands full!

"Hey! Xiao Gu Ze, are you really okay?" Zhou Zongbao, after holding back for a while, finally couldn’t keep silent.

He was so anxious following Xiao Gu Ze, having even given up watching a play in the front courtyard, just because he feared the youngster might take it too hard. But it seemed that things were not as he had anticipated!

Where was Xiao Gu Ze feeling down? He was thinking so freely, playing so joyfully, wasn’t he?

"Huh? Grandpa Bao, should I have a problem?" the little dumpling asked, turning his plump little hand holding a small carving knife towards Zhou Zongbao with a face full of innocence and confusion.

His expression was as naïve and simple as it could be!

Zhou Zongbao was so taken aback by his question that he choked, momentarily at a loss for words!

What was this? The Emperor is not in a hurry, but eunuchs are to death?

The party concerned obviously lacked the awareness of being concerned!

"Hey, Xiao Gu Ze, that’s your real father! Do you really not care?" Choked up for a moment, Zhou Zongbao fully displayed the spirit of creating trouble out of nothing, making both himself and others miserable before continuing!

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the little bun’s face suddenly changed, and his small head drooped.

Seeing this, Zhou Zongbao couldn’t help but show a hint of self-reproach and stammered, "That...Sorry, ah..."

He had spoken too harshly. Xiao Gu Ze was only a four- or five-year-old child after all. No matter how clever, how much could he understand?

The Little Monk Bu Jie, who was battling with Wood, looked up and glanced at the little bun with eyes full of compassion, then quickly looked away and continued battling the wood in his hands!

"Grandpa Bao, I actually don’t have a real father! They always say I’m a bastard, they call me a freak, an evildoer! They don’t give me food, don’t clothe me, nor let me see my mother..."

"From the moment I was born, they called me a bastard, said I shouldn’t have come into this world! I have my own mother! The first time I saw him, he was helping another woman to take my mother’s life! They all deserve to die! I hate them! I hate them! They all deserve to die!"

Zhou Zongbao, upon hearing this, was momentarily stunned!

Outside the window, Gu Changsheng also stiffened, involuntarily closing his eyes to endure the pain coming from his chest!

His child, who had endured many hardships since childhood, never spoke of the suffering he endured at Li Mansion!

Who would have thought that his hatred and resentment were so intense!

No wonder, no wonder he showed no reaction to the death of Li Mufeng!

"Gu Yaoyao!" Gu Changsheng turned and walked to the door, his face solemn as he looked up at the small figure on the Observatory and spoke in a deep voice.

"Mother!" The little bun, seeing his own mother, couldn’t help but brighten up. He immediately dropped what was in his hand and thought about rushing towards his mother, but then he stopped!

What had his mother just called him? Gu Yaoyao?

His mother seems... only to call him Gu Ze or Gu Yaoyao when she’s angry...

The little body suddenly paused, the little bun hesitantly traced slow circles on the ground with his skyward boots, his chubby hands twisting nervously, a timid face stealthily glancing at his mother!

Had he done something wrong?

Gu Changsheng, seeing the little bun hesitant to come forward, couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh, slowly beginning, "Yaoyao, your mother has told you before to have a carefree heart, all emotions come from within! You suffered in Li Mansion, mother knows, and has poured everything into compensating you, just so you can forget those unhappy memories and truly be happy, to have a carefree childhood!"

The little bun, upon hearing this, nervously raised his head to look at his own mother.

Gu Changsheng looked at him and continued, "Yet, there is such hatred and resentment in your heart! Yaoyao, this is your fault. Martial training ground, Plum Blossom Piles, go!"

"Oh..." The little bun, upon hearing this, timidly responded and started running towards the martial arts training ground.

Watching the little bun’s retreating figure, Zhou Zongbao suddenly became unhappy, jumping up from the ground and exclaiming indignantly to Gu Changsheng, "Mother Tigress! What do you mean by this? How is this a mistake? What has the little bun done wrong to deserve such a punishment?"

Gu Changsheng, watching her son’s small figure disappearing up the stairs, slowly began, "He indeed made a mistake, it’s his inability to let go! With hate and resentment in his heart, he will never be truly happy! Without achieving release and openness, he will live his life in the shadow of his childhood!"

"Um..." Zhou Zongbao, upon hearing this, was momentarily stunned.

Gu Changsheng glanced at the busy Little Monk Bu Jie and Zhou Zongbao, then turned and walked out of the Peach Blossom Cottage.

On the martial arts training ground, a small figure incessantly jumped up and down on the Plum Blossom Piles, sweat soaking his jacket, heedless of anything else!

Gu Changsheng, in a red attire, stood at a distance, her eyes full of tenderness as she watched her son!

Her son, with a remarkable memory, couldn’t he forget the hardships of childhood?

Or is it, she wondered, a fault in her teaching that had shaped the little bun as he is today?

The little bun had seen too much life and death by her side, his small hands stained with blood at a young age, and this was her fault!

She shouldn’t have exposed him to these things, turning him into the person he is today!

As the sun slowly set and night gradually fell, Gu Changsheng never called a halt, and without a word from his mother, the little bun dare not stop.

"Yaoyao, do you understand where you went wrong? Why does your mother have to punish you?" Gu Changsheng slowly walked to the edge of the Plum Blossom Piles and looked at the little bun on the Plum Blossom Piles as she asked.

The little bun, upon hearing this, immediately stopped moving, standing on one Plum Blossom Pile with a lowered head and stammered, "I shouldn’t hate them, shouldn’t hold grudges, shouldn’t always think about the past, unable to forget..."

Gu Changsheng nodded at these words, "Correct! People should live in the present, yet you always dwell on the past, and that’s where you are wrong! Yaoyao, you are still young, perhaps you don’t understand, but resentment and obsession can drag a person into an abyss. They didn’t treat you well, that’s their fault, but your inability to forget and to hold onto it till today, that’s your lack of openness, your inability to release! Do you understand?"

The little bun nodded, "Mother, I understand!"

As he spoke, the little bun couldn’t help but look up at his own mother, pouting as he said, "But they are bad people, Mother! Didn’t you say that bad people deserve to die?"

Gu Changsheng, upon hearing this, sighed with self-reproach and swiftly lifted her son into her arms and flew towards the stables, "My child, in this world, no one deserves to die! Even if they are bad people, it’s still human life! Come with me..."

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