The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 467 Wet Nurse
"Young man, are you in trouble?"

Li Miao didn't point it out, but just propped his face up and asked with great interest.

The young man tried to offer the shredded meat to the baby, but when she refused to eat, his expression darkened. Hearing Li Miao ask, he was overcome with grief and sighed.

"Yes, I was originally delivering a message back to my hometown for my master, but I happened to run into a group of villains plotting something bad. I fought them all night and only managed to protect this child and get him out..."

He suddenly gave a bitter laugh halfway through his sentence.

Why am I saying all this?
This person is just a rich kid who pretends to be cultured. He probably hasn't even seen a chicken being killed many times in his life. What's the point of saying all this except to scare him?
Thinking of this, he shook his head.

"You wouldn't understand the ways of the martial world, brother."

Li Miao raised an eyebrow and said with a smile.

"I'm a man of the martial arts world too, aren't I?"

Upon hearing this, the young man looked him over carefully and smiled wryly.

"Brother, don't lie to me. Your hands are so smooth and delicate, without a single callus. Your face is even more delicate than a woman's. You probably haven't even held a knife in your life, have you?"

"Stop talking about this."

He covered the baby with swaddling clothes and bowed to Li Miao.

Wu Mingxiao was from Dengzhou.

"Haven't you asked yet?"

Li Miao said with a smile.

"Li Sen, a nobody."

Wu Mingxiao nodded.

"Brother, where do you live? I'll escort you down the mountain later. After I get you home, could you please find a wet nurse to feed my young lady?"

Li Miao tilted her head.

"That might be too late. I'm from the capital and just wandered around here... Besides, your young lady's face is already pale; she won't be able to wait until we come down the mountain."

Wu Mingxiao panicked for a moment.

He spent his days training in the army and had never even touched a woman's hand, let alone a baby. He thought it was normal for him to turn pale from practicing martial arts, so he assumed that babies were the same.

"Big, big, big——"

He started stuttering.

Li Miao stretched out his hand.

Give me the child.

"oh oh."

Wu Mingxiao nodded, then blankly handed the baby to Li Miao.

Li Miao lifted the swaddling clothes, reached in and pinched the baby a few times, secretly channeling some of his inner energy into the baby.

"Wow--"

The baby immediately opened its eyes and started crying loudly. Wu Mingxiao was so happy that he jumped up and down, looked around in front of Li Miao, and asked nervously.

"Brother, you also know medicine?"

Li Miao smiled and handed the baby to him.

"I wouldn't call myself a doctor, but I do have some understanding of the human body."

"It seems like the child was thrown and then suffered from cold, hunger, and turbulence for several days. He was almost unconscious and has only just woken up now."

Wu Mingxiao nodded hurriedly, and seeing the baby crying incessantly, he continued to ask anxiously.

"Then, brother, why is she still crying...?"

Li Miao waved his hand.

"You're hungry, you'd cry if you starved for two days."

He looked up and saw Wu Mingxiao looking at him anxiously with expectant eyes, as if waiting for him to provide a solution.

Wu Mingxiao was a soldier by birth and was young. Although he thought Li Miao didn't know martial arts, he was older after all. His words and actions carried a kind of confidence and nonchalance that made him not care about anything. He also solved the baby's illness in a flash, which made him feel a little dependent on him in his desperation.

Li Miao really didn't refuse.

"Wait."

He stood up as he spoke.

Wu Mingxiao was taken aback.

Just now, Li Miao was lying on his side, covered by a bearskin cloak, so it wasn't noticeable. But now that he's stood up, his figure is revealed, and even through the loose robe, his almost perfect silhouette is visible. He's also a full half a head taller than Wu Mingxiao.

This is exactly what Wu Mingxiao is like in his dreams.

Li Miao jumped off the rock, turned around and smiled at Wu Mingxiao.

"Don't move when you hear anything later, understand?" Wu Mingxiao nodded blankly.

Then Li Miao strode into the woods and disappeared.

After a while, Wu Mingxiao was suddenly startled.

"not good!"

"How could I forget that there are tigers roaming around here! How could I have been so startled by Brother Li's size that I let him walk into the woods like that!"

"No matter how tall Brother Li is, there's no doubt that there are no signs of martial arts training on his body, face, or hands. What if he encounters a tiger!"

Enraged, Wu Mingxiao jumped to his feet, drew his sword, and was about to chase after Li Miao.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from beside him.

Whoosh!
"Flying Locust Stone!"

Wu Mingxiao's pupils contracted sharply, and he brandished his sword!
clang--

The flying stone was blasted away, but in the next instant, dozens of darts, which were completely different from the shapes of the hidden weapons in the Central Plains, arrived in front of him.

Wu Mingxiao's expression had turned completely cold.

How could he not understand that his methods of concealing his tracks had been broken and that his pursuers had surrounded him!
He parried the hidden weapons with his knife while scanning his surroundings.

There were seven people visible. Three of them were carrying swords from the Central Plains, while two of the other four were carrying Japanese swords, and the other two had their hands inside their robes.

"It's over."

Wu Mingxiao's heart sank.

He fought these people all night and chased them for two days, and had already gained some understanding of them.

Among these people, those who wielded weapons from the Central Plains were mostly lackeys.

But those who wield Japanese swords or are empty-handed must be elites.

In particular, these people's martial arts skills are completely different from those of the Central Plains martial arts world. Even if their levels are similar, they may be killed quickly, let alone be surrounded.

She was fighting seven opponents alone, and despite her own injuries not yet healed, she still had to protect the baby in her arms.

The chances of survival are slim.

Wu Mingxiao was already resigned to death. He raised his hand, tore off a strip of cloth from his waist, and tightly wrapped the knife hilt in his hand, staring intently at the leader.

"Who are you? Why are you targeting the family of the Vice Commissioner, even the infant in his swaddling clothes?"

Wu Mingxiao said in a cold voice.

The other party did not respond at all, but slowly surrounded him.

Wu Mingxiao gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

"Fortunately, Brother Li wasn't implicated... I hope he doesn't come back, or I should try to hold out as long as possible so that he can hear the fighting and leave on his own..."

"I have no face to live if I failed to protect the Vice Commissioner's niece. If innocent people are implicated, I will not even have the right to face my comrades in the underworld..."

In the blink of an eye, the other party was already upon him.

Wu Mingxiao suddenly drew his knife.

"Alright, then we'll see you in action—"

Whoosh!!!

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a deafening tiger's roar, which was already very close.

The group was startled by the tiger's roar and stopped moving.

The next moment, Wu Mingxiao's eyes slowly widened.

Because in the woods not far away, Li Miao slowly poked half of her body out, waved to him, and called out with a smile.

"Hey buddy, busy?"

Although his voice wasn't loud, everyone present heard it clearly.

The leader of the group surrounding Wu Mingxiao glanced at Li Miao, then casually waved his hand, and two men walked towards Li Miao, swinging their weapons as they went.

Wu Mingxiao's eyes were bloodshot.

"Brother Li, hurry!"

He choked up halfway through his sentence.

Just as he uttered those words, Li Miao emerged from the woods, revealing what he was clutching in his left hand.

Eyes bulging, forehead white, mouth gaping wide.

"Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!"

The roar was deafening.

It was a giant tiger whose scruff of the neck was being held tightly by Li Miao. It struggled and roared, its limbs braced against the ground as it resisted moving forward, but could only leave four furrows on the ground that were called "Helpless"!
(End of this chapter)