klisemfg Chapter 727 Chapter 727
Chapter 727 Chapter 727
He Jiang had a detailed talk with He Liu and re-examined the marriage with Jin Fuyun. After deciding not to take any action, he took his guards and entourage to the palace to kowtow and pay respects to the Empress Dowager.
After seeing He Jiang off, He Liu returned home and locked the door.
Zhou Er came running over. In front of He Liu, he didn't dare to show off his charm. He timidly whispered, "Steward, the young master has woken up and asked about Baocai first."
He Liu snorted, "Looks like a toy, but it has some character. It can be considered as waking up, otherwise I would have thought it would not survive."
He Jiang is now very gentle and polite outside, with the door closed. To be honest, even He Liu is a little scared.
Yesterday, Pipa Lang was unwilling to serve me, so he was beaten with a whip first.
Then came another torture that lasted most of the night. To be honest, He Liu couldn't bear to watch it. But what could he do?
The people He Jiang used, except for the guards who were normal people, and the guys who served tea, poured water and cleaned the floor, were all clean and fair-skinned, which was his favorite.
Song Youan is now old and ugly. Logically speaking, she should have fallen out of favor long ago.
I don't know why, maybe it's because of her stubborn character or something else, but it's this bad temper that makes her, the prince, feel mixed emotions of love and hate for her and can't let go.
Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Take the treasure to the inner room. After you have taken care of it, send it out through the back door."
"Big Steward..."
Zhou Er was hesitant. He Liu didn't like boys like this, so he scolded him, "If you want to say something, just say it. It's not nice to be so hesitant!"
Zhou Er was reprimanded, which made him feel even more aggrieved.
"I don't have anything else to do, I just want to ask you one more question. This Pipa Master has been with our master for many years, how come he is still so aggressive and even slapped me a few times yesterday."
whispering sound!
He Liuqi laughed.
Pointing at Zhou Er, he cursed, "Why, do you think you are something now? Can you keep up with him and be on par with him?"
Zhou Er quickly bowed and shook his head.
"Master, please understand. I never meant that. I just thought that he was not from the mansion, and he was relying on the prince for his livelihood, but he was so ungrateful. I felt it was not worth it for the prince."
"fart!"
He Liu had no idea what the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in front of him was planning. He wanted to raise his hand and slap him a few times, but he held back.
That's it!
When Pipa Lang was not around, the Prince would spend his time with these little gadgets.
"Don't worry about Pipa Lang's affairs. If you provoke him, he will deal with you easily."
Originally, he wanted to do something nice and inquire to see if there was a chance to gain a position in front of the prince. Unfortunately, the steward He Liu was not easy to deal with, so he did not get any useful information and was scolded instead.
Zhou'er went to the woodshed dejectedly and told the guard about the arrangements made by the steward. The servant took down the horizontal wooden bolt and opened the door. "Zhou'er, I'm afraid this kid can't walk."
The door was opened from the outside, and a musty smell filled the dim woodroom.
He looked down and saw a small body curled up in the corner of the room next to the firewood.
"Treasure!"
Zhou Er walked up to him and shouted.
The little figure didn't respond, so he called out again, "Boy! Baocai, get up quickly!"
There was still no movement.
He turned to look at the servant and said carefully, "Is he dead?"
The servant was puzzled, "No way, he was just beaten with a few sticks, how can he be so weak as a servant!"
He walked up to it, touched the body with his toes, and used a little force, and Baocai woke up slowly.
Seeing this, Zhou'er squatted down and pushed Baocai's arm.
As if it touched the boy's sore spot, he took a breath and said, "Hiss——"
But he was much more sober, and asked eagerly with a hoarse voice, "Brother Zhou, my young master——"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were already red.
Zhou Er felt a little disgusted, but she didn't dare to disobey He Liu's words, so she could only greet him, "Can you go? Come with me to see your young master."
When he heard that he could see the young master, Baocai endured the discomfort all over his body and quickly got up.
But the five beatings were not just a light blow. The skin on his buttocks and thighs was broken even though he was only twelve or thirteen years old. When he stood up suddenly, he pulled at the scabbed wounds, which was burning with pain.
The small figure was holding on to firewood and barely standing.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and looked at Zhou Er, "Brother, please lead the way."
Hey!
It looks pitiful.
No matter how disgusted Zhou'er was, she could only support him, walk out of the woodshed, and go to Jingxiu Garden. Along the way, Baocai did not dare to ask too much about Song Youan's situation, and just forced himself to follow Zhou'er's steps.
Just after passing the Chao Shou Arcade, Guaer caught up with him carrying a food box.
"Zhou'er, why are you going back now?"
Zhou Er pouted at Bao Cai and said, "He has caused trouble. If we want to let him go, we must go to Sixth Uncle to beg for mercy."
After saying that, he turned and looked at Baocai who looked listless.
"Be smarter in the future. Your son is stubborn, so why do you follow him? In this Jingxiu Garden, can you be more stubborn than the prince?"
When Baocai heard this, he could no longer hold back his tears because he was young and feeling unwell.
"No matter how much he looks down on our young master, he is still a human being." After being humiliated like that, both the master and the servant wished they could just die!
die--
Guaer came forward and was about to raise his hand to slap him, but when he thought of his red and swollen face, which looked so pitiful, he couldn't bear to do it.
He changed to index finger and poked Baocai's forehead.
"Your brother Zhou is right. Is it that easy to die? Your son has been working in the Jiaofang Bureau for many years. He knows better than the two of us brothers that in this world, it is harder for us low-class people to die than to live."
Baocai was overwhelmed with grief when he heard this. He rubbed his eyes with his hands and started crying.
"Young Master..., I'm afraid you have suffered a great punishment..."
"Shut up!"
Zhou'er pushed him, causing him to feel pain all over. He cried out "ouch" and almost fell down. Gua'er, who was following behind him, was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly.
"Be careful with my food and snacks. They are for your young master."
Zhou Er said bitterly, "To be favored by the prince is a blessing your son has earned in eight lifetimes. He is not a newcomer, he is an old man in front of the master, and he still throws tantrums every day--"
"OK OK!"
Gua'er grabbed Zhou'er and said, "Hurry up and help him get to the young master. He has urged me several times since I woke up."
That's it.
Baocai knew that when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
He suppressed the sadness on his face and apologized to Zhou'er and Gua'er. Only then did the two of them give up and half supported and half dragged him back to Jingxiu Garden.
When Baocai saw Song Youan, he originally wanted to force a smile, but when Song Youan's pale face showed heartache for him, the boy's eyes became hot and tears rolled down again.
But his hands were quick, he lifted his sleeve and wiped it off deftly.
"Sir, I'm fine."