Dandere General and his Lord

The next morning, the sky was overcast.

Zhang Fu took two servants and carried a little luggage on his back. He walked down and lonely on the desolate road outside the city, and there was no one to see him off.

He hadn't slept all night, and his face was worried now. It was like a boulder was stuck in my chest, I couldn't spit it out, I couldn't swallow it, I felt so embarrassed and frustrated for the first time in my life.

In the pavilion beside the ancient road, two familiar figures stood.

Zhang Fu's eyes were red, looking at the young and handsome face that he used to despise very much, he tightened his fists in his sleeves, and came forward to greet him with hatred.

Cheng Qianye placed wine and dishes on the table, poured two glasses of wine with his own hands, and raised his glass: "It's my fault that Duke Zhang was wronged, and I will see you off with a glass of water and wine."

Zhang Fu neither took the wine nor spoke.

Cheng Qianye drank both glasses of wine to show that the wine was not poisonous.

He added wine and toasted again: "This cup is to thank Duke Zhang for his great contribution to my great Jin over the years. You can't be loyal to me, it's my wickedness, not the fault of the king."

Zhang Fu took the wine glass, touched Cheng Qianye, and drank it all.

Cheng Qianye poured a third glass of wine.

"Zhang Gong is here, the journey is a long way, and I don't know when it will be in the future. Please drink this cup full to fulfill the will of you and me as a monarch and a minister, and brotherhood."

Zhang Fu stared at the glass in his hand, the wine in the glass, and the wine surface swayed slightly.

After a while, he put down the wine glass.

Unfolding his sleeves, he bowed to the ground.

"Chen, from now on, only the Lord's orders are obedient, and there is no second thought. Please, Lord, give the minister another chance."

Cheng Qianye was overjoyed, looking at the gold-edged amethyst in front of her, she controlled the corner of her mouth that was about to laugh three times, picked up Zhang Fu, and punched him hard on the shoulder,

"Good brother, I knew you would be mine sooner or later!"

Chapter 24

Ah Feng woke up from the coma and saw Mo Qiaosheng sitting in front of him in black.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled at himself: "I'm not dead yet."

Mo Qiaosheng helped him up and brought a pitch-black medicine bowl.

"Drinked."

This is a bowl of concoction that is both bitter and astringent.

But Ah Feng knew that this was a good thing. I wanted to drink this kind of medicine before, but I couldn't even ask for it.

He grabbed Mo Qiaosheng's hand and drank the medicine without a drop.

The hot soup water poured into his body, and he felt that the disintegrated air in his body gathered a little bit.

"You have been in a coma for three days."

"Three...three days?"

Mo Qiaosheng knew what he was worried about. He put the medicine back where he was. "The master has already accepted you. He will not send you back to Beiweihou."

Ah Feng propped her body up, reluctantly got down and stood up. His limbs were weak and he felt as if he was stepping on a ball of cotton. Just after taking a step, his legs were weak and he fell out.

A hand held him, that hand was warm and strong,

Brother's hand.

Ah Feng looked at the ground in front of her and said two words softly: "Sorry."

Sorry, Hashimoto. Thank you.

The owner of that hand didn't answer, just held up his body firmly.

"Take me to see the master." Ah Feng said.

"Can you... go?" Mo Qiaosheng was a little worried.

"It's been three days, and it's too much to go to see the new master yet." Ah Feng supported Mo Qiaosheng's shoulders, borrowed some strength, and stood firm, "As a slave, as long as you're still alive, you don't lie down. Qualifications."

He felt a little sad in his heart.

How will this master punish me?

I don't know if this body can hold up at this moment.

"Master, what kind of person is he?" He asked his only friend about the situation.

"You'll find out soon." Mo Qiaosheng's eyes showed a little tenderness, "That's the best person in the world."

Ah Feng doesn't believe that there are good masters in the world. He once met a so-called good master. The man whispered in his ear every day that he was treated as a younger brother. Bottomless abyss.

"What does the master like? What kind of person does he like?"

"Master... he doesn't like being deceived by others." Mo Qiaosheng thought about it seriously and said as he walked, "No matter what the master asks, as long as you don't hide it and be honest with yourself, he will generally not be angry."

"Qiaosheng." Ah Feng stopped, "Your idea is very dangerous."

"The kindness that the lord treats you is just some easy alms for him. You have to know that you have no reservations about him like this, and the harm you will suffer in the future will only be more cruel."

Mo Qiaosheng stood at the door and turned his face. The sunlight hit half of his face, softening the lines of his resolute face.

"It's too late," he lowered his eyelashes, "I have sworn to dedicate my everything to him."

"No matter what he does to me in the future, I have no complaints."

Ah Feng suddenly overlapped the Mo Qiaosheng in front of her with her childhood self.

Xiao Xiao himself once said firmly in a tender voice: "I swear, I will dedicate everything to the master."

All so stupid.

Ah Feng smiled bitterly,

Obviously a lowly slave.

Nothing.

Only have a fragile heart.

but personally

Take it out and send it to those who are aloof, waiting to be trampled on by others.

Cheng Qianye was flipping through the local chronicles of Bianzhou in his study, and while watching, he stretched out his hand to squeeze the small snacks on the plate to eat.

Xiaoqiu watched eagerly from the side.

Cheng Qianye picked up a piece of rose cake, "Ah, open your mouth."

That fleshy little mouth immediately opened round.

Cheng Qianye fed accurately, watching that little face puffed out, squirming quickly.

"So delicious?"

Xiao Qiu's round almond eyes lit up, and Xiao Ji nodded as if pecking at rice.

Cheng Qianye smiled: "It's all because of your sister's good craftsmanship. She changes her way of cooking and eating every day. You and I have both made her fat."

Biyun came to Cheng Qianye with a basin of water, squatted down and saluted, and twisted a hot towel to clean Cheng Qianye's hands.

Give Cheng Qianye another cup of Miyunlong, her favorite drink. Then he carefully placed a warm bamboo fire cage under Cheng Qianye's feet.

Cheng Qianye was taken care of comfortably, lamenting that the life of the privileged class is indeed degrading. In the winter, it is indeed a kind of enjoyment that I don't even have to move a finger.

When the pair of sisters were just bought back, Director Lu was very dissatisfied. The elder sister was not beautiful, and the younger sister was too young.

The helpless lord insisted on going his own way, but he just liked the two of them to serve them closely.

Fortunately, Biyun, who is her sister, has a stable and meticulous nature, and is hard-working and eager to learn.

Biyun performed a standard blessing: "What does the lord like to eat? The slaves will do more next time."

"Sister, the lord likes to eat pine nut rolls, water chestnuts, rose cakes, pea huáng, and donkey rolls." Xiaoqiu counted one by one with her short fingers.

Biyun reached out and pinched her nose: "I just remember to eat, and I don't know what's the use of my lord buying you?"

Xiaoqiu covered her nose and hummed: "I'm very useful. I study hard with my sister every day. When my elder sister is so tall, I won't burn the pot black again."

Biyun looked at the innocent and lovely little sister and thought to herself: If it wasn't for the luck to meet the lord, and the little sister was sold to that filthy place, the fate she would face would be nothing but the difference between clouds and mud.

When she first came to the lord, Biyun was very nervous. She heard that some young ladies from rich and noble families liked little girls who were still underage like her sister.

The master's kindness to her sister once made her tremble. Now that she has been with her for a long time, she just feels relieved, and she only has gratitude to the lord in her heart.

Cheng Qianye was rubbing Xiaoqiu's head with a smile: "Our Xiaoqiu is very useful. We are very happy to have Xiaoqiu in the lord."

She knew that the sisters Biyun and Xiaoqiu were full of gratitude and respect for her. And she also needs a pure-minded child like Xiao Qiu to accompany her to adjust the hypocrisy of human nature magnified by the golden finger.

If everyone were like Zhang Fu, I would be exhausted.

Cheng Qianye remembered that Zhang Fu's human-shaped amethyst finally lit up the golden edge as he wished, and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

When it comes to being pure, Hashimoto is the best, always open up to me without reservation. Cheng Qianye touched his chin.

Just thinking about it, through the window pane, I saw Mo Qiaosheng walking slowly from the veranda outside the house, followed by a person.

The two of them walked very slowly, stepped into the door, folded their hands together, and bowed to the ground.

"Stop!" Cheng Qianye stretched out his hand and shouted, "Don't kneel."

She stood up, walked around the desk, and walked to Ah Feng.

She had seen the tragic condition of this person during treatment. It's only been three days, even in a modern society with advanced medical technology, such an injury can only be infused in the ICU. But this time he got down and walked over by himself.