The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

The Crown Prince, who was in a bad mood when he woke up, angrily opened the door of his small single room and found that the small table lamp in the living room was on. All the people in Ward 203 gathered together, and they all looked listless. They were obviously woken up by the disturbing creation next door.

Hu Zhang saw Ji Cheng also coming out of the room, and smiled bitterly, "I knew it would be like this," and greeted Ji Cheng: "Yu Ji...you woke up too?"

Ji Cheng had a blank expression: "With the noise next door, if someone is still asleep, they must be dead."

Hu Zhang: "..."

He awkwardly changed the subject: "Ah, but we can't do anything, let's just make do with it tonight..."

Ji Cheng began to roll up his sleeves: "I'm going to find him."

The rest of the sentence was not completed, which really made people wonder whether Ji Cheng was going to find someone to argue or to kill him. Hu Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then advised: "That's Mu Yue...the doctors and nurses are all protecting him."

Ji Cheng turned his head and bared his teeth at Hu Zhang: "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Hu Zhang: "..." Slowly let go.

If it was another patient, he would definitely be afraid, but how could he forget that the one in front of him was a ruthless person who directly hung the nurses and doctors on the rooftop.

But soon Hu Zhang remembered: "But now the door is locked..."

In order to prevent patients from sneaking out and causing trouble at night, the nurses usually lock the door from the outside of each ward when the lights are turned off.

Ji Cheng didn't say anything, walked to the door, raised his leg and kicked it.

After a loud bang, there was a crisp sound of the door lock falling to the ground outside the door.

——With the cost-saving level of Ren'an Nursing Home, how could it be possible to lock the doors of the rooms in the inpatient building?

In the not-so-quiet dark night, the door of Ward 203 slowly opened a crack with a creaking sound under the heavy load.

Hu Zhang took a step back and made a gesture of invitation in awe.

At this time, another almost roaring question of "What's wrong with you" came from next door. Ji Cheng had just opened the door of Ward 203, and a whirlwind blew out before him.

It was so fast that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince almost didn't see who it was.

He turned back and found that Yu Yiyi and Hu Zhang both looked confused - obviously they didn't know why Chi Xiaohe suddenly rushed out.

Ji Cheng: "..."

He poked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, and then quickly chased after him.

Yu Yiyi and Hu Zhang stayed in Ward 203 and looked at each other. The next second, Yu Yiyi jumped up on the spot: "Wait for me! I want to watch the fun too!"

Hu Zhang: "...??"

Now he was the only one left in this empty ward. Hu Zhang was worried. He wanted to go out but was afraid that a wheel would suddenly appear at any time. However, seeing that everyone else had gone out, he finally gritted his teeth and walked out with shaking legs.

Ji Cheng had already entered Ward 202 - after all, Mu Yue, the object of flattery in the whole sanatorium, was now living here, so Ward 202 would of course not be locked at night, and it was easy to get in.

Before Ji Cheng, Chi Xiaohe had already rushed into 202. She pushed open the door of the single room in ward 202 in a panic and went straight in. After confirming that the young boy inside was fine, she turned around cautiously and faced the door like a calf.

At this time, the living room of 202 was bright. Although the circuit was cut, the director of the sanatorium had great magical powers and actually set up a small generator in the ward. Therefore, in the middle of the night, other rooms in the hospital building fell into darkness, but 202 seemed brightly lit, and even the various messy papers and painting tools on the ground could be seen clearly.

Standing in the middle of the living room of Room 202 was a young man, who should be about the same age as Ji Cheng's current body. In front of him stood a drawing board, with painting tools in one hand and a phone in the other. He was wearing casual clothes with no obvious brand logo but the price was not low at first glance. After rolling up his sleeves, the brand watch on his wrist was particularly eye-catching and shiny. His medium-length hair was messy, and he looked quite crazy - although his expression had become confused after Chi Xiaohe and Ji Cheng broke in one after another.

"Who are you?"

- In the afternoon, according to Hu Zhang's popular science, Ji Cheng already knew that Mu Yue should be "on vacation" in the city when he was admitted to the hospital, so it was normal that he didn't know his "glorious deeds".

So His Royal Highness answered as a matter of course: "Neighborhood Committee!"

Mu Yue: "?"

He glanced suspiciously at Ji Cheng's hospital gown, which was neatly styled and obviously came from the purchasing department of Ren'an Nursing Home - could this be the neighborhood committee?

A cautious voice came from the other end of the phone. Mu Yue hung up the phone directly, put the paintbrush in his hand, and said impatiently: "What are you doing here?"

Chi Xiaohe didn't say anything. Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows: "You disturbed the residents late at night, and the neighborhood committee came to protest?"

Mu Yue: "You said you are the neighborhood committee, so I think I can't see that you are from ward 203???"

He pointed at Yu Yiyi and Hu Zhang at the door, and Chi Xiaohe who was protecting her child at the door of the single room: "You, you, and you, don't think I can't see that you are all from ward 203!"

Yu Yiyi: "Oh, you actually saw it."

Mu Yue: "..."

Is he a fool? ? ? How could he not recognize the words "203" on the hospital gowns worn by these people?

He said in an angry tone: "What are you doing here? If you can't tell me, I will call the people from the sanatorium to arrest you!!"

Ji Cheng sneered, and his attitude was quite arrogant: "Then call the dean to arrest me."

Mu Yue: "?"

What happened in the more than one month when he was not in the sanatorium? These people are not even afraid of the dean?

At this time, Ji Cheng also stepped forward, looked at the drawing board in front of Mu Yue, and sneered: "Doing art creation, right? There are many famous painters and artists throughout the ages, and I have never seen anyone who relies on making noise to get inspiration when painting."

Yu Yiyi played a perfect match behind him: "No way, no way, there is really no one in this world who thinks that the louder the noise, the better the painting, right?"

One by one, Mu Yue's face became uglier with each sentence.

His nose was almost crooked with anger: "You guys!"

Ji Cheng sneered: "What do you mean by we? You are embarrassed to wake me up in the middle of the night? Do you really think this is your home?"

Yu Yiyi: "Lululu!"

Mu Yue finally couldn't help but burst out: "Do you know what art is?!"

The Crown Prince, whose anger value was maxed out because his sleep was disturbed, continued to use his poisonous tongue talent: "Art, tsk-"

Before he finished speaking, Mu Yue on the opposite side had already clenched his fist and rushed straight to Ji Cheng's face!

"Shut up!"

Of course, Mu Yue's little trick was nothing to the Crown Prince. Just two minutes later, Mu Yue, who had no power to fight back, was twisted and knocked down by Ji Cheng's backhand, and his arm was also broken.

Instantly, the miserable cry of "Ah--" filled the entire ward 202. This sound was more disturbing than the various noises made by Mu Yue when he was painting before, so Ji Cheng sighed and impatiently put his arm back to Mu Yue.

Then there was another scream of "Ah--"

Ji Cheng winked behind him, and Yu Yiyi, the dog-legged man, immediately understood and found Mu Yue's room, and took out several clothes from his closet.

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Ji Cheng took the clothes and tied the man up tightly.

Don't say that he didn't make much progress in other things after coming to the world of Wusanersan, but his skill of tying people up with clothes has become more and more proficient.

Mu Yue was tied up and thrown into the middle of the living room, but he didn't stop talking. He raised his head and glared at Ji Cheng fiercely: "You will pay the price for daring to do this to me!"

Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows and said: "You have paid the price for daring to disturb my sleep."

Mu Yue was so angry that his face turned pale - it might also be because of the pain of his arm being removed and reattached just now: "I am doing this for excellence! Do you know what art is?!"

Art?

The Crown Prince really has no experience in art, especially his clumsy hands are well-known in the heavens - if he uses spiritual power to control paint and brushes, it's fine, but if he just does it...

Let's put it this way, the more delicate and meticulous the control and use of spiritual power is, the more inverse his performance in painting or handicrafts is.

But Mu Yue's provocation was right in his face, and Ji Cheng would never nod and admit that he didn't understand art.

When he was cleaning up Mu Yue just now, there was a lot of noise, and the original vertical easel had fallen to the ground, and the papers on it were flying everywhere. Hearing Mu Yue's question, Ji Cheng deliberately paused and didn't reply, then pretended to be profound and bent down, picked up a "masterpiece" that Mu Yue had dropped on the ground, and looked at it carefully.

After a while, the Crown Prince turned his head to look at Mu Yue, his eyes were so serious that he seemed to be looking at some alien creature.

Mu Yue felt a little cold in his heart when he was stared at by Ji Cheng, but because of his pursuit and persistence in "art", he still raised his not-so-long neck: "Why? It's normal for an ordinary person like you not to understand art."

Ji Cheng asked: "Do you think you know a lot about art?"

"Of course!" Mu Yue said loudly, "Since you know I paint, you should also know who I am, right? My father is Mu Song!"

"Then I'll just leave you in this hellhole." Yu Yiyi whispered beside him.

Mu Yue, who was tied to the ground, instantly glared at her with anger.

Yu Yiyi was so scared that she hid behind Hu Zhang.

Ji Cheng clapped his hands to attract Mu Yue's attention: "Since you think you know a lot about art but I don't, why don't we have a competition?"

His words immediately aroused Mu Yue's interest: "How?"

Ji Cheng shrugged: "Painting."

"We both paint on the same theme, and anonymously vote for the people in the sanatorium to see who paints better," he smiled at Mu Yue, "The one with more votes wins."

Mu Yue, who claimed to have artistic cells and genius disease, of course agreed confidently: "Let's compete! That's what you said!"

"If you lose, apologize to me! Admit that you are a fool who doesn't understand art! !”

His proposal was exactly what Ji Cheng wanted: “Of course, but what if I win? There won’t be any prizes, right?”

Mu Yue: “I can’t lose!”

Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows: “Everything should be agreed before it can proceed. So, if I win, you can give me the watch on your hand, how about it?”

Mu Yue: “Okay!”

Ji Cheng raised his hand: “It’s a deal?”

Mu Yue raised the arm that had not been dislocated with difficulty: “It’s a deal!”

The two people high-fived at the speed of light, and then Mu Yue asked hopefully: “Since we have agreed, you should let me go now——Wuwuwu!!”

The Crown Prince stuffed the socks into Mu Yue's mouth smoothly, clapped his hands and stood up, notifying his attendants: "Okay, now he won't make any noises that he shouldn't tonight."

"Let's go, let's go back to sleep."