Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

This was not the first time that Song Yan had seen An Liu like this. She was a little surprised at first, after all, An Liu usually looked elegant, easy-going, calm and composed.

Until one day, Song Yan came back from outside and bumped into An Liu who was rushing out, and a book fell from An Liu's body.

Song Yan subconsciously bent down to pick it up, and took a closer look. On the cover was written "The Secret History of the Jianghu: A Strange Love Story".

Then, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across An Liu's face, and he explained awkwardly: "Sir, I just flipped through this book in my spare time. It's just for fun, don't take it seriously."

Song Yan also tried to hold back his laughter and said seriously, "I understand. Everyone has a time to relax. I just didn't expect you to like this kind of thing."

An Liu smiled awkwardly: "Sir, please stop teasing me. If this gets out, I will be embarrassed."

Song Yan gave An Liu a reassuring look: "Don't worry, I won't say anything nonsense. However, I still have the second volume of "The Secret History of Jianghu: Strange Love", do you want it?"

As soon as these words came out, An Liu was at a loss for words, and he blurted out subconsciously: "Master, you actually have a second volume?"

Then he realized his own loss of composure and quickly coughed, regaining his elegant and calm demeanor, and said, "Ahem, since you have it, then... then why not lend it to me for a read."

Song Yan gave An Liu a knowing smile, then went into the house to take out the second volume and handed it to An Liu: "Take it and read it carefully."

"I have other storybooks, such as "The Love-Hate Entanglement of the Fairy Tale" and "The Secrets of the Palace: The Affectionate Emperor". If you are interested, I can lend them to you." Song Yan said quietly.

An Liu's eyes lit up, but he pretended to be calm: "Sir, thank you in advance. I'll talk to you after I finish reading this book."

Since then, Song Yan and An Liu gradually became familiar with each other. They would occasionally get together in their spare time to share their favorite storybooks.

Sometimes, the storybooks that Song Yan didn't have could be found in An Liu's collection.

Uh, we’ve strayed off topic, let’s get back to the point.

Seeing An Liu coming over, Song Yan said, "Go check on his sister and do your best to treat her."

An Liu had a sleepy look on his face. He yawned and said, "Don't worry, sir. I will do my best."

After Song Yan finished his breakfast, An Liu came back to report to him.

At this time, An Liu had sobered up a lot and regained his usual elegant appearance. He reported back, "Sir, the girl's condition is not optimistic."

Song Yan asked hurriedly: "What happened? Tell me in detail."

"The girl's cold has penetrated deep into her body, causing a high fever and convulsions. Although she has been temporarily suppressed with needles, she is already weak and will need extremely careful care in the future. Moreover, this disease is so aggressive that it has damaged her foundation..."

"I have prescribed a new prescription, but some of the herbs in it are quite precious and rare." Having said this, An Liu paused slightly, and couldn't help but guess what Song Yan was thinking.

In his opinion, the brother and sister were just helpless refugees, and there was no need to go to so much trouble for them.

Just as Song Yan was about to speak, he heard a servant come to report that the young man wanted to see him again.

Song Yan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said to the servant, "Bring him in."

Soon, the boy was led into the hall.

He looked panicked and his face was covered with tears. When he saw Song Yan, he knelt down heavily and kowtowed heavily.

"Master, please have mercy on me and save my sister! I am willing to be your slave and serve you for the rest of my life, as long as you can heal her!"

Song Yan was stunned when she heard the "bang bang" sound of the boy's forehead hitting the bluestone floor. She saw that the boy's forehead was red, swollen and broken, and blood was oozing out.

Song Yan quickly bent down and helped the boy up: "You get up first, and talk nicely. Don't kneel down so easily."

The young man was helped up by Song Yan. He looked at Song Yan and pleaded, "Sir, my sister...she is my only relative in this world. Please save her no matter what."

"As long as I can cure her, I will do anything!"

"The doctor has just told me about your sister's condition." Song Yan said.

"Although your sister's condition is serious, as long as she is carefully taken care of, there is still hope that she will recover. However, the prescription contains several precious and rare herbs, so it may take some time to prepare."

Hearing Song Yan's words, the young man wiped the tears from his eyes and said firmly: "My lord, you have been so kind to me that I cannot repay you. Please accept me as your slave. I am willing to serve you at all times to repay you for saving my sister's life."

Song Yan looked at the boy's resolute expression, but still shook his head: "I saved your sister not to make you my slave, you don't have to trap yourself in slavery to repay me."

"From the way you talk, I think you have read some books. Do you know that if you become a slave, you will never have the opportunity to take the imperial examination again in this life, and your talent will be buried."

"You are still young and have unlimited possibilities in the future. You should plan a good future for yourself and your sister."

The young man's eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Sir, I understand your kindness, but I really don't know how to repay you."

"I was born in poverty and have no special abilities. Apart from my life, I really don't know how I can repay your kindness."

At this time, Shu Changyu's slightly cold voice sounded from behind: "Your life alone is far from enough to exchange for this favor."

When Song Yan heard the voice, she turned her head and saw Shu Changyu leaning against the door with a half-smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the young man.

The young man's face turned pale, as if all his thoughts were seen through. He was nakedly exposed in front of everyone and suddenly felt ashamed.

He knew that he was being a little shameless, but when he thought of his weak sister still lying on the sickbed, he didn't care about the shame and embarrassment in his heart. He gritted his teeth, straightened his back, raised his head, and looked at Shu Changyu with pleading eyes.

"Please explain clearly, sir."

"You and your sister have to sign a contract to sell your bodies." Shu Changyu said coldly, "From now on, your life and death will be controlled by me. Are you willing?"

The young man's body shook, and a trace of struggle and pain flashed across his face.

"Sir, my sister is still young and doesn't understand worldly matters. Can I be the only one to sign this indenture?"

The young man's voice trembled, almost begging: "I am willing to do anything for you, even if it means going through fire and water, as long as you can let my sister go and don't let her sign this indenture."

Shu Changyu sneered: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me? Either you and your sister sign together, or don't expect me to save her."

Song Yan knew that Shu Changyu had his reasons for saying this, so she didn't say anything more.

The boy's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes filled with despair.

But in just a moment, his eyes became firm again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sign! But I beg you to save my sister."