love on the cloud

He took it over without saying a word of thanks, and just watched him turn and leave.

At this time, the moon was in the sky, and although the corridor was not lit, it was clearly illuminated by a clear light.He is slender, wearing a splendid robe, and white boots are spotless.

Back in the kitchen, Xiao Nan asked me in surprise, "Brother Arong, why is your face so red, but you have a fever?"

I just realized that the porcelain bottle in my hand was almost scalded by me.

Calmly put the medicine bottle into the cuff, hiding the neck under the collar tighter.

"I am fine."

His voice is hoarse.

Xiao Nan: "Let me do what Brother Arong wants to do. Seeing how you look like this, you must be suffering from a cold. You should go back and rest."

The helpers and cooks next to me also asked me to go back to rest. Looking at their concerned expressions in the fire of the stove and the white mist of the steamer, I just recovered from the shock just now, smiled at them, and signaled to myself I'm fine, just a sore throat.

The cook brought me a bowl of hot water.

After I finished drinking, I nodded with a smile. I felt that it was very sweet, and I felt that my whole spirit was back.

Half an hour later, when I went back with the sweet porridge, I was very emboldened. Mr. Li's butler was still guarding the door, and I stood a little further away from him.

"Son."

There was no sound in the house.

"Sir?"

Sometimes when Mr. Li is around, the young master will go to sit in the back room when he gets impatient. Didn't I shout louder.But why Master Li didn't respond.

After shouting a few times, I also felt abnormal.

Butler Li's expression changed, and he pushed open the door.

The smell of blood came to the face.

The whole room was covered in blood, and Mr. Li was lying in a pool of blood, not breathing.

"grown ups!"

The butler next to him roared heart-piercingly and rushed forward to hug Mr. Li who was in a pool of blood.Master Li's body was limp, and after being picked up by the servant, a lot of blood flowed out from his mouth and nose.

I was totally afraid of seeing this scene in front of me.How could there be so much blood?Only Mr. Li's?Where is the son?I stepped on the blood on the ground and rushed into the back room.

The young master sat up from the soft couch, apparently just woken up.

"What's wrong? What happened."

He stood up and walked out barefoot.

I stopped him, subconsciously not wanting him to face the scene outside.

But the steward's cry was very clear. He called out to the lord one by one. Looking out from the screen, the young man was blood red and stood in front of the screen.Blood trickled in from behind the screen. .

"The rotting bone pierces the heart, it's the rotting bone piercing the heart." His lips were pale, his eyes were blank, and he kept murmuring as if he had lost his mind.

It is very common for people to die in the garden. It is often heard that the son of a family was beaten to death for disobeying the rules, and the girl of a family was thrown into a well by a wicked man. It is not uncommon for some old men to die of illness and old age in the backyard.

I sigh at most, and follow everyone to burn some paper money.

What is death.

I looked at the bowl of lily porridge that had been turned red by blood, and my heart kept getting cold.

"My lord! My lord, wake up!!" The middle-aged servant kept calling him while holding Master Li's body, his voice was desolate, and everyone who heard it wept.

Trembling, I walked up to Young Master and pulled him: "Young Master, calm down."

The son's fingers were cold, and his lips curled into a fragile arc.

The son is also afraid, and he is also afraid.

Mom rushed over quickly.

Seeing the scene in the room, I almost fainted.

"My God..."

The room was full of blood, Master Li's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears were still oozing blood.His beard was also smeared with blood, and he looked horrific.

"What's going on?" Mom asked Young Master, Young Master shook his head with a pale face.

Many people flooded into the room.There are sons, stewards, and masters who come to ask questions.

"How is this going?"

"Qianqiu is miserable this time."

"This is the official of the imperial court."

"Lan Yuan can't protect him."

"Master Li was famous all his life, he died in a brothel, eh."

The son has not spoken.

"Qianqiu, the people from Dali Temple have come." Mom walked over in the bloody water, and the silk embroidered shoes were dyed and lost their color.

"Well done."

She stepped through a pool of blood and left, one red footprint at a time, leaving Qian Qiu alone in the pool of blood.I can't bear it,

He went forward to wipe off the blood for the young master, and put on a thick robe.

"My lord, don't worry, they just need to investigate, and you only need to stay in prison for a few days. I heard that Mr. Cao, Minister of Dali Temple, is just, and he will definitely find the murderer and avenge Mr. Li."

I was rambling on, I don't know if he listened or not.

The people from Dali Temple arrived, and my son and I were arrested.The people in Lanyuan stood in the distance and watched indifferently. Before I covered myself with black cloth, I saw Mr. Hongyan standing in the corner, and he looked at me with a worried face.

There is a saying in the book that a friend in adversity sees the truth, how naive my anger was before.

I thought that my son and I would be locked in the same cell, and I still had a book that you like to read and some dry food in my arms. This is the most I can prepare in such a short period of time.

But after the black cloth on my head was removed, I was the only one beside me.

"Big brother, where's my young master?"

The prison pushed me away without bothering, "Mr. Qianqiu, whoever you are, even if he is in prison, he will of course be the last cell to live in."

I was relieved.

He just recovered from the wind and cold a few days ago, and he couldn't stand such a cold prison.

The jailer glanced at me: "Boy, worry about yourself, you know you live in a death row."

After the prison left, the surroundings were completely quiet. The cell was a bit colder, but fortunately, there was no sound of mice.

I sat cross-legged in a corner with some hay wrapped around my feet.

Mr. Qianqiu, Mr. Xihe, or the dignitary who built the lotus pond for him, or even the boss of Lanyuan, shouldn't have to worry about what he will suffer.

I looked at the shadowy instruments of torture next to me under the dim light.

Who can save me?

I hold my knees.Thinking that this should be the last night I can sleep peacefully, I seized the time to sleep a little longer.But the cold wind kept drilling into the neckline.

I hugged myself tighter, and suddenly I felt a warm porcelain bottle in my hand, which was lying safely in my inner pocket.

Unable to restrain myself, in this desperate and desolate situation, I actually raised the corners of my mouth and smiled.

Even though it wasn't dirty, I took out my clean underwear and wiped it. Thinking that the housekeeper didn't use too much force, and my neck didn't feel very painful, I didn't want to use it.

I run in the fire, I know it's a dream.But I can really feel the fear.In the dream, there were figures passing by.

Mr. Qianqiu had a bleak face, and in full view of everyone, the beheading knife fell.

The woman stroked my cheek.The cloud temples swayed, and the hanging headdress was icy cold.

"This porridge is not bad." Master Li took a sip of the lily porridge, with rice grains on his beard.

"grown ups."

He was still laughing, but his eyes were bleeding, then his nose, his mouth, his ears.

"No!"

I woke up.

A man in a red uniform stood in front of me and said with a smile, "Are you awake?" Then he ordered the subordinates next to him, "Hang up."

I know it's started.

It's been almost eight years since I entered Lanyuan, but I haven't suffered much, even better than some third-class princes who need to serve guests.

So I didn't know I was so afraid of pain.

When I got the ninth whip and was doused in salt water, I almost thought I was dead.

"Why did you poison and murder Mr. Li, but it was the order of your master?"

"No, I didn't kill Master Li!"

"You dare to quibble. Everyone in the kitchen has confirmed that you are the only one who handles that bowl of porridge."

"I don't." I weakly deny.

"Now as long as you admit that it was your young master who ordered it, I will give you a happy death."

I gritted my teeth and thought of one person.

"Housekeeper, Mr. Li's housekeeper, I went down to cook porridge for half an hour, and he was the only one there!"

"Unfortunately, the housekeeper of the Li family is loyal and has left with Lord Li."

I was shocked. His expression of despair and pain after seeing Master Li's body was definitely not fake.That’s right, sayings like following the Lord, being faithful, and committing suicide in fear of sin are all tainted.

There is someone who is determined to frame Mr. Qianqiu.

I can't plead guilty, I can't plead guilty!

"My lord! It wasn't the young master who killed Master Li. He didn't know it at all. He fell asleep in the back room." With the smell of blood in my mouth, I suppressed the trembling before I could speak clearly.

"A famous courtesan who leaves customers outside and sleeps by herself?"

"Yes, young master, he is the number one young master who never picks up guests, sir, just ask everyone in Lanyuan."

"It's not Mr. Qianqiu, could it be that someone else entered the house and assassinated Mr. Li?" The criminal officer sneered, "Can you tell who that person is?"

In the endless pain, I finally thought of the figure under the moon.He has a slender figure, wearing a splendid gown, and white boots that are spotless.

The bottle he gave me didn't treat a bruise but an injury.

I gritted my teeth, my throat was fishy and sweet.

The man smiled, seeing that I obviously remembered something, his eyes narrowed like a vicious snake, "Who is that man?"

"..."

"Stubborn? Then keep hitting!"

I'm a coward and I'm afraid of pain.

So I couldn't bite my tongue off when I was lying on the dry grass covered in bruises.

I took the porcelain bottle out of the haystack, I was afraid of blood stains on this snow-white porcelain bottle, I held it through the hay, I was all dirty, and I felt better looking at this snow-white and clean bottle.

I think maybe after a few days of staying up, Mr. Qianqiu can bail me out after clearing up his grievances.

In this dark prison cell, I seem to have forgotten that I am a little man, Ah Rong.Looking at the porcelain bottle, thinking maybe he won't let me die.Who would give a dead man medicine?

I don't know how long it took, but I didn't have a complete piece of skin on my body anymore, and the smile on that adult's face couldn't hold on anymore.

"Did you see anyone else that night?"

"I don't...."

"If you don't tell the truth, don't you still hope that your young master will come to rescue you? He has already admitted that you were the one who poured sex into Mr. Li's bowl after being bribed with a lot of money."

"..."

I did not speak again.

I'm so tired and sore.

"You have to think about it clearly. Murdering an imperial official is a felony for Ling Chi. As long as you tell me, who was the person you saw that night? Who was the person who gave you this bottle of medicine? You will protect your life."

That's right, the medicine bottle was found at last, how could a servant in the Lu family afford the medicine, and why would such trauma medicine be so expensive if it is as expensive as Qianqiu.

My hands were hung in iron chains and I lost consciousness.I wanted to plead guilty and just ask for death, but he still refused to let me go and asked me to recruit Mr. Xihe.

This situation had nothing to do with me.I still bite the name.

"you..."

He thought I was going to say something, so he hurriedly moved closer.

"You dog official, abusing your private power, framing innocent people, disregarding human life, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

I was slapped severely, but I couldn't pass out.

I expected him to kill me with a single blow and free me from this torment.

But God, even if I die, I can't do what I want.

The white porcelain bottle shattered into eight pieces.

I survived until I was rescued.

The person who came to rescue me was a young man. He looked puzzled and didn't know where to touch me in order to lift me up from the ground intact.

He was a lifesaver, and before I passed out, I remembered his face and smiled gratefully at him.

Although it was bloody and bloody, I don't know if he could still see clearly.

After waking up, I found myself lying on a large carved bed. It seemed that the wound had been wrapped and I couldn't move. I didn't know how long I had slept, and I was very thirsty.

There was a window open by the bed, and it was raining patter outside the window.

There is no one around.

Everything in the dream has been blurred.It's just a nightmare, just a dream, and I've come out alive.I comforted myself, but the fear in my heart was lingering.The room was very quiet, the plain curtains were blown by the wind.The raindrops made an extremely empty sound like beating on my heart.

"you're awake."

Mr. Xihe was dressed in black, drenched in the rain, with black hair close to his cheeks, standing in front of the window, with a vast expanse of gray behind him.

He was originally a very good-looking son.

I knew it a long time ago, but I still lost my mind.I saw him. . . .

Mr. Xihe had turned over and entered.

"I hate rain the most."

He said so.

My son once asked me, "Why do you hate Mr. Xihe?" It was a fine day, and behind him was a lotus pond that bloomed all year round. He was wearing a green robe with a long belt running behind him, and his expression was foggy. Chat with me.

"My lord, you are allowed to like it for no reason, and you are not allowed to hate it for no reason?" I smiled and asked back, sincerely, even though I knew I was lying.

☆, helpless

"Master Xihe."

He had come to my side, looking down at me, I guess he was waiting for me to ask him why I was subjected to such torture, and why I was such a small person in such a bureau.

But I didn't ask anything.

"water."

He didn't move, he wasn't angry, he just raised his eyebrows and looked at me, guessing that after I was beaten and lost half my life, I became more courageous.

Seeing him like this, I also know that he has absolutely nothing similar to guilt towards me, let alone expect him to pour me a glass of water.Just what is he doing here?

"Blue knife."

A familiar young man jumped in from the window and poured me a glass of water swiftly. Seeing that I was inconvenient to move, he kindly helped me halfway up before handing me the glass.

"Thank you benefactor." It turned out that the young man who brought me out of prison was called Qingdao.

The man was embarrassed, "No, it's just a glass of water."

"No, the grace of saving my life will never be forgotten."

Qing Dao was even more embarrassed: "No, it is the master's order to save you."

"Qing Dao, step back."

"Yes."

He went out of the window again.

"If you have any questions, just ask." Xi He also poured himself a glass of water.

"Why go through the window?"

"what?"

"Isn't there a door? Why do you all have to open the windows?"

"Too lazy to push the door." He actually answered seriously.

"Is Master Qianqiu all right?"

"Ah."

Then there was a silence, and I couldn't think of anything to ask.The water in the glass was also empty, and I looked at the bandage oozing blood in a daze.

"Why did you kill Mr. Li?" I looked up at him with a smile, without waiting for his answer, "Because Mr. Li covets Mr. Qianqiu's beauty?"

He was amused by me, but his eyes were cold.

It is clear that Ah Rong and I are just an ordinary person, but I have seen several people look at me like this.

"I don't know why you gave me the Lu family's wound medicine that night." Obviously as long as he hadn't appeared in front of me that night, I wouldn't have fallen into such a death situation.

For people with strong martial arts skills like them, there are countless ways to enter the house silently and kill a person silently while Steward Li is guarding the door.

But I chose to poison the food I made.

I have a small life, why was I framed like this.

"But I didn't make a move."

"That's what I want to ask you too." Mr. Xihe put down his teacup and asked me, "Since you know it's me, why didn't you invite me?"

"..."

After a long time, I smiled: "If I recruit, I'm afraid I won't live to see you, Young Master."

"You're very smart. It's true that as long as you say my name, even if the criminal officer doesn't kill you, I will kill you?" Xi He shook his head, "Although I think so, Qian Qiu wants to save your life."

"You're a servant, but he wants to save your life." He was full of inquiry, as if I was some interesting object, "I can't help but wonder, who are you?"

I looked at him, how good-looking this person is, handsome and handsome, he is nothing more than a handsome young man in troubled times.But why can he always say vicious words like Ling Chi?

I calmly said: "Young Master Qianqiu is kind-hearted, he can't bear to see me die, but if Young Master Xihe doesn't want the villain's life, he can't help it. The villain's life is worthless. If he dies, he will die!"

Young Master Xihe smiled instead of anger: "What are you? You are throwing a tantrum with me."

I froze, controlled my expression and said as calmly as possible: "Damn the villain for offending the young master."

Young Master Xihe poured another glass of water, and drank it on his own, as if he didn't care.

I remembered the way he looked at me like an ant that day.

"Qianqiu let me let you leave when you recover from your injury."

"Leaving the capital?" Leaving Lanyuan?

"Qianqiu let you go, whether you listen or not is your business, it has nothing to do with me."

The rain gradually stopped.

This time he walked through the door.

I seem to have been watching this person's back.

Just looking at the back made my heart ache.

Well, it's almost over.

When the first snow fell in winter, most of my injuries were healed, and I was taken to the servants' yard by the housekeeper.

This place is just a private residence of Mr. Xihe, and there are very few servants.Only me and a boy named Adu cleaned the whole house.He always looked at me with a bad face, and I ignored him.

Both of them were silent in the cold wind.After all, he couldn't help it, and said angrily, "Are you dumb?"

I shook my head.

"Then why don't you speak?"

I stretched out my chilblained hand and put it to my mouth to breathe.Because I'm cold, I can't speak.

I'm afraid of the cold, and my favorite places to stay in winter are sister Chunhua's room and son's bedroom.Because the only places I can go in the whole Lanyuan are those two places where the ground dragon is paved.

A generation of the same age always said that I was more spoiled than some sons.The tone was half mocking and half jealous.

Since I was ten years old, I have been taken care of by sister Chunhua, and I have never been exposed to cold. After the age of 15, he won the favor of the eldest son again, and his food and drink expenses were even more luxurious than that of the third-class son.

My fingers were swollen like carrots, and I was a little unsteady holding a broom.

Seeing that I ignored him, Adu stopped making fun of himself and dropped the broom: "I'll clean up this area, or I'll tell the steward to stop you from having dinner!"

Adu is about the same age as me, but I really think he is very childish.

I looked at him and nodded, indicating that I understand.

He looked at me for a moment, then yelled: "I didn't bully you." Then he ran away.

There are very few people in the house, and there are only four or five of me.Mr. Xihe hadn't appeared since that meeting.

The snow fluttered and fell down.

I stood in a daze in the snow.The swollen fingers touched the icy snowflakes, and the coolness was very comfortable.

"What are you doing now?"

It was Mr. Xihe, he seemed to be afraid of the cold, he was wearing thick clothes, a black cloak inlaid with fox fur, and a gray hat inlaid with jade. Mao Yilin, more and more handsome.

"Why are you standing in the snow in a daze?"

I was surprised to find that the snow had accumulated up to my ankles.

"I'm sweeping snow." I moved with the broom.

"If you sweep it now, it will accumulate in a while."

"That's right." And inexplicably felt that these words were very familiar.

I pondered for a while, and said, "My lord said he would send me away."

He just remembered.

I stood in the snow and sighed softly, exhaled white air, shivering with cold.

He suddenly said, "Come with me."

I closed my eyes.

His condescending expression came to mind.

I won't forget that look.

I won't believe that he is such a warm and good man.

☆, admirer

A year ago, I saved Mr. Qianqiu once, or in other words, I was the one who went too far to block that knife.Mr. Qianqiu brought me to him, everyone saw it, it was a blessing from heaven.

Mr. Qianqiu is a very good person.Aside from that skin, there seemed to be something more attractive inside him.It's like, well, how to describe it.

It's like, he is clearly in front of you, expressionless, just looking at you, but you can feel his unrestrained, unfettered inner, as if this Lanyuan can't keep him, the capital can't keep him, sooner or later he It is to become a flying fairy and return to the sky.

But no one in the garden knew his story, where he came from, how long he had been here, or even his age.What kind of person was he before he entered Lanyuan.I thought I asked the old people in the garden quietly, but there was no result, and there were no clues.It's as if he didn't exist before.

My stupid behavior spread to the young master.

Mr. Qianqiu said that my child's heart is curious, although curiosity is natural, but only by hiding curiosity in my heart can a person live for a long time.

When he said this, his eyes were cold, and I was so frightened that I knelt on the ground speechless.

He has always been very gentle to me, making me forget that he is the master after all, and my life and death are just a matter of his words.

The longer I was by his side, the more I wanted to get close to him, understand him, and get rid of the misty expression on his face.

Of course I couldn't do it, but I witnessed how easily Mr. Xi He did it.

I don't know what happened to them, Mr. Xihe asked me to retreat when he came, until later, I was able to prepare the tea warmer in advance, and left silently when he came.

Until later, when Mr. Qianqiu looked at Mr. Xihe, when he spoke and lowered his eyes, a light flashed faintly.He thought he covered it up well, but he didn't know that when he raised his eyes, the brilliance that overflowed in that instant was really breathtaking.

The soft couch that Mr. Qianqiu likes to lie on is placed in front of the window by the lotus pond.An adult spends a lot of money to build it behind his house. He wants the first son to open the window every morning and see his favorite lotus. It is really infatuated.In the summer evening when the heat is still hot, the young master likes to put his hands in the pool and lie on the edge in a daze.

I always remember that day.I took the iced grapes that were very refreshing and fed them to the young master.A few days ago, Young Master Xi He was ordered not to come again, but Young Master Xi He really did not come.Although the son didn't say anything, he was a little disappointed.

In late summer, the lotus flowers stand gracefully.

I was in a daze, wondering if Mr. Xi and Mr. Xi also felt that he was too cold and lost interest, when I heard Mr. Xi exclaim.

For some reason, I can always recall all the details of that day.

Mr. Xihe's body was dripping with water, his black hair wetly stuck to his cheeks, water droplets slid down his tall nose bridge, and his eyes shone hot after being soaked in water.He emerged from the lotus pond, and the splash of water wet the young master.

"Did you miss me?"

He held the son's hand and looked at him closely, not letting go of all the subtle changes on his face.

Young Master Qianqiu was astonished, almost looking at him helplessly.

I should have walked away to make some hot tea, some clean laundry, some hot water.But for some reason, I couldn't move.

Mr. Qianqiu is a fairy-like figure. Wherever he is, it is like a painting, and everything around him becomes a foil.Young Master Xihe looked at him from the lotus pond in a state of embarrassment, but he was still able to enter the painting.

"Miss me?"

Young Master Xihe asked again, and put Young Master's hand on his chest.

"Qianqiu." He read the son's name with a low voice, "I miss you very much, and I will come to see you as soon as I return to the capital."

"I'm afraid you won't see me, so I just want to swim over and have a look at you."

I was blushing and heartbeating when I heard it, not to mention the young master who was pressed to the ear by him, Mr. Xihe is really a master of love talk.I can clearly see that Mr. Qianqiu listened, and every time Mr. Xihe said something, the mist on his face dissipated a little.

Finally he smiled: "You come up first."

That was the first time that Mr. Qianqiu stayed overnight since I served Mr. Qianqiu for half a year.

There were ambiguous voices coming from the room.I'm not a kid anymore, I know exactly what that is.

I sat on the stone steps in front of the house, eating candy in my mouth and looking at the starry sky.

Witnessing a special encounter between a person and a person feels like that.Just like watching Chunhua's sister rehearse "The Butterfly Lovers", when the two of them turned into butterflies and left, I cried very sadly.

But why am I sad?

A peerless allure, a Tsinghua proud, they are all extraordinary characters.This should be a happy comedy.

Why, I can't laugh.

I patted my frozen cheek.

I think it was because I was still young at the time, and I felt unhappy that my son was snatched away by others.It's really a child's heart, very naive.

When I came back to my senses, the snow had stopped.

I guessed for a long time that Mr. Xihe was not an ordinary person. I didn't expect that the study room in such a side house was also paved with earth dragons, and there was no trace of cold in the severe winter.

"Come here." He looked at me coldly, the shadows at the corners of his eyes were red, and his expression was very strange.

I stood at the door without moving

"Don't you dare?" His voice was low, suppressing something faintly.

"Qingdao is my subordinate, is that how you are unforgettable?"

I was slapped hard by this sentence.

"If it's calculated like the son, my benefactor is Mr. Qianqiu." This is an angry statement, even Mr. Qianqiu has no ability to bring me out of the death row.But I can't repay this person who once planned to kill me.

"Young master is a gentleman, and a gentleman promises a thousand gold." Since I promised Mr. Qianqiu to let me leave, I shouldn't be trapped here.Naturally, I didn't dare to say the following words.

He walked up to me, reached out and lifted my chin: "I didn't promise him."

"How should I repay my benefactor? Huh?"

Then I was pressed to the ground, and when my chest was icy cold, I didn't realize it, I just looked at Mr. Xi He who was on me absent-mindedly, not knowing what happened.

Mr. Pianpian, peerless in style, unparalleled in handsomeness, the admirer of the first son Qianqiu.

What best describes him?

It should be me, Ah Rong, the one I admire.

Every day I look forward to his coming more than Mr. Qianqiu, as long as he comes, I will cook the most delicate and delicious food for him quietly.Every gift I do for him, every cup of tea I serve, every word I say, and every thing I can do for him is the best I can do, Ah Rong.

Even if he doesn't know, even if every time he goes to the son, even if he only leaves all his tenderness and affection to one person, even if everything about him, including the conspiracy, has nothing to do with me.

Knowing that I was not worthy, I was content to see him by chance, to get his attention, to have a few quiet words with him.But enough is enough, such a hard and deeply buried love is too painful, beyond what I can bear.

I thought so until the weight pierced my body.

There is no foreplay or tenderness at all, I just feel that the pain of tearing is not as good as the pain of a heart bursting. This kind of pain is hundreds of times more than when I was in prison.

At least when the bamboo stick pierced my finger, I didn't feel so painful that I wanted to die out of my wits.

Until the end, I asked why, and swallowed it in my throat, unable to ask.

It was snowing outside the door, and I was carried into a side room.The bed was cold, and no one helped me clean it up. I feebly took off my clothes and barely wiped the blood on my legs. I didn't expect that what I had been doing for a year would now be used on myself.

Speaking of which, he treated me very gently in Lanyuan.

It must be because of the son's face.

But. . . . . .

"Why." I lay down hugging the cold quilt, my tears couldn't stop falling, and I muttered to myself drowsily, "It's too bitter, living is too bitter."

But who can hear it?

Can anyone tell me what to do?

The author has something to say: Xihe is such a scumbag!Get rid of him right away!

☆, hometown

On the day Mr. Qianqiu came, the peach blossoms were just blooming. I was sweeping the floor in the courtyard. From a distance, I saw a familiar figure beside Mr. Xihe. I was still surprised, but when I got closer, I saw that it was Mr. Qianqiu.Although he looks good, his figure is a little thin.

Young Master Qianqiu saw me raise my hand slightly and called me over.

"How is Arong recently?"

"Son."

Young Master squeezed my hand tightly: "Why did you lose so much weight? Didn't Xi He take good care of you?"

Mr. Qianqiu is such a good person, I was blocked by the instant sourness in my throat, but my eyes were wet all at once.I shook my head: "No, Mr. Xihe treated me very well. But Mr. You have lost weight?"

Although he has lost a lot of weight and still has a sickly blue color under his eyes, the young master still looks so good-looking when he smiles.

"I asked Xihe to send you away, but I didn't expect you to still want to see me and refuse to leave."

I can't speak.

"Young master, me."

"Now you and I are both people in suspended animation. Staying in the capital will only increase the controversy. I will leave the capital in a few days. What is Arong's plan? Do you have relatives in your hometown? Or leave with me?"

"Arong has no relatives, and now he has no regrets to see the young master safe. After leaving the capital, he wants to go for a walk around to experience and broaden his horizons."

Hearing what I said, the young master showed a disappointed expression, and the young master Xihe next to me also gave me a surprised look.

"Now the situation is unstable, the border is in turmoil, and there are wars everywhere. Where can you go alone?"

"Let's go with me, wait until the situation gets better?" Mr. Qianqiu raised his eyebrows and looked at me sincerely. He may not know that when he looks at people like this, no one can refuse. his.But why should he do this?

"Then, thank you, my lord."

"Good boy, come on, go and help the young master cook some delicious food. I haven't tasted Ah Rong's cooking for a long time."

"Yes."

I went back to the kitchen, and Adu was cooking with firewood.After getting along for a winter, he didn't have much hostility towards me.Probably because he saw that I was still sleeping in the servant's room after being carried back, so he changed from hostility to sympathy and contempt.

"What are you doing?" He watched me wash rice and choose vegetables.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Seeing that he didn't speak, I handed him a steamed bun, "This is for my son."

"Isn't the old housekeeper always in charge of your son's lunch?" Adu asked doubtfully.

Me: "The son I'm talking about is Mr. Qianqiu."

Adu despised: "No wonder the dog looks happy to find its owner."

I also turned cold: "Try to say one more sentence?"

Adu pursed his mouth in disdain, but he didn't say any more ugly words.

We fought a few times in the winter, and even though I was not as strong as him, as long as he didn't knock me out, I could get up and continue fighting with him until he apologized.After coming down a few times, he was frightened by my desperate fighting style. Although he didn't treat me better, he rarely said bad words.

I made a few light dishes and brought them to Mr. Qianqiu's room.

I knocked on the door: "Sir."

There were cloth rubbing and ambiguous sounds inside, which made it easy for people to guess what they were doing, plus Mr. Xi He's chilling "Get out".

The butler appeared out of nowhere and threw me out.

I had no choice but to go back to the kitchen, warm up the food, and sit next to Adu to eat steamed buns.

"What? Your son doesn't eat your cooking?"

"Steamed buns are so hard, your teeth are dog teeth?"

"A bastard coming out of a hook bar ignores me!"

I punched him hard.

"You wait for me!" He ran away holding his cheek, presumably to tell the butler that I hit someone again.

I stared blankly at the fire that was warming the food, and when I came back to my senses, I found that most of the steamed buns were still in my hand.

It really is too hard.

I'm about to pour some hot water to soak and eat.

Adu came in, raised his chin and said to me impatiently. "Let you go over and prepare hot water for the young master to take a bath."

"it is good."

He glanced at me: "You hit me! Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry!"

"I haven't cried with such red eye circles, only ghosts will believe it!"

"Choking."

"..."

Adu and I poured hot water into the bathtub. The night in early spring was still a bit chilly, so I lit a heater. After the bathroom was steaming and hot enough to make people sweat, I asked Adu to call for the son.

The inner room of the bathroom is connected to the bedroom, and Xi He walked in holding Mr. Qianqiu.

The steam made it impossible to see his expression, but his movements of holding Mr. Qianqiu were very gentle, and when he was put into the water, the young master sighed comfortably.

"Go back."

"That's your son?"

"Yes."

Adu thought for a while, raised his chin: "Hmph, it can be matched