This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 236: Senior Sister's Pretty Maid
"Woo——"

The night wind is howling and the snowflakes are fluttering.

Luo Zijun held the girl in his arms, walked out of the alley and onto the cold street.

If the plot in the book had gone according to plan, the girl in his arms would have been alone and cold lying in that alley tonight, and would have died miserably.

This should be the third tragedy he has prevented.

The first one is the White Snake, maybe it hasn’t been successful yet, but it’s also a success.

The second one is Jia Yingchun, the second lady of the Jia family.

The third one is her.

Sadly, there is no reward.

Luo Zijun quickened his pace while thinking about this.

The snowstorm gradually got stronger.

The girl in his arms was cold, hungry, and sick. If he took her back like this, there was no guarantee that she would survive.

So, he went straight to Bao'an Hall.

The door of Bao'antang is closed, but it doesn't matter, a dim light is still faintly visible from the window above.

Senior sister should not have gone to bed yet.

He immediately carried the girl in his arms and knocked on the door, shouting, "Senior Sister, open the door!"

"Squeak..."

The window upstairs opened, revealing a beautiful snow-white figure.

Su Qingling looked down at him, her whole body cold and silent. She said nothing and made no other movements.

Luo Zijun raised her head quickly and said, "Senior Sister, someone is sick. Has the master gone to bed?"

Su Dafang was originally planning to play dead in the room, but when he heard someone was sick, he immediately came out of the room and shouted, "Not yet, I'll go down and open the door!"

Having said that, he hurried downstairs.

Luo Zijun still admires his master very much. From the beginning to now, no matter how people complain about the patients behind their backs, his master is always wholeheartedly treating them. Many times when he meets poor people, he doesn't even charge them any money.

"Squeak..."

The store door opens.

Su Dafang looked at the girl in his arms, staring at the girl's pale and pretty face for a few seconds, and suddenly seemed to hesitate.

Luo Zijun didn't care. He just carried the person into the store and put him on the chair at the innermost part.

Su Dafang quickly closed the door and asked quietly: "Zijun, what is your relationship with this girl? I'm afraid your sister..."

At this time, Su Qingling, wearing a plain white dress and a snow-white fox fur coat, walked down the stairs.

Luo Zijun said anxiously: "Master, don't ask any more questions. Please help her. She probably hasn't eaten for a few days and is very angry. She looks a little dangerous."

Su Dafang didn't say anything more. He first looked at the girl's face carefully, then stretched out a finger and placed it on her wrist to feel her pulse.

After a moment, he frowned and said, "You are almost right. These are the two reasons. Also, I caught a cold. If I can't make it through tonight, I'm afraid..."

Luo Zijun hurriedly said: "Master, please help me boil the medicine, I will go to the back to make some meat porridge."

Su Dafang immediately went to the counter to get the medicine.

Luo Zijun was about to go to the back to cook. She glanced at the snow-white fox fur on her senior sister and explained, "Senior sister, this is a maid in the Jia Mansion, named Qingwen. I asked her to help sew the fox fur on you. She was falsely accused by the servants of the Jia Mansion and misunderstood by her master, so she was angry and went on a hunger strike to commit suicide. She was thrown out tonight, and I happened to pass by and brought her here."

After saying that, he immediately went to the backyard.

Su Qingling looked at the pale, weak and seriously ill girl sitting on the chair.

The other party was also staring at her in a daze.

Su Dafang quickly grabbed the medicine, glanced at the two of them, and whispered, "Ling'er, save people first."

As he said this, he went to boil the medicine.

Su Qingling stood there for a while before turning around and going upstairs in a cold and silent manner.

After a while.

She walked down again, came to Qingwen, and stuffed a vermilion pill into her mouth.

Qingwen looked at her with trembling eyelashes and subconsciously swallowed the pill in her mouth.

At this time, Luo Zijun came over from behind to check and asked, "Senior Sister, what did you feed her?"

Su Qingling said coldly: "Poison."

Luo Zijun ignored her and went to help his master make the medicine.

At this time, Qingwen seemed to have regained some consciousness. She looked at the fairy-like girl in front of her and the snow-white fox fur on her body, and then looked at the young man by the stove. She looked at him over and over again, as if she had guessed something.

"Is the rice in your pot burnt?"

Su Dafang took a palm-leaf fan and fanned the stove as he spoke.

Luo Zijun immediately got up and went to the backyard.

Soon, he came into the house carrying a bowl of steaming lean meat and vegetable porridge.

The tempting fragrance soon filled the whole house.

Su Dafang's stomach suddenly growled, and he quickly swallowed his saliva and said, "Zijun, is there any more in the pot?"

Luo Zijun said: "There are still some."

When Su Dafang heard this, he immediately stood up to eat. After taking a few steps, he turned around and asked, "Ling'er, do you want to eat?"

Su Qingling sat at the counter, looking at someone, without saying anything.

Luo Zijun said quickly: "Master, I will serve it to Senior Sister later, you eat yours."

Su Dafang said nothing more and went to the back immediately.

Luo Zijun brought the porridge to Qingwen and fed her with a spoon.

Qingwen glanced at him, but she kept crying and didn't open her mouth.

Luo Zijun immediately became angry: "If you want to die, don't do it now. How old are you? Your body and hair are given by your parents. If you die now, will you be worthy of your parents? Who will go to their graves during the Qingming Festival in the future? Besides, you are not qualified to die now! Since I rescued you, you are mine. You can only die if I tell you to!"

As he said that, he roughly pried open her little mouth with a spoon and shouted, "Open your mouth and eat it! If you dare to spill a drop, I'll slap you in the face!"

A spoonful of porridge was poured into her mouth, and another spoonful was scooped from the bowl.

Qingwen shed tears and looked at him aggrievedly before eating it. Then she said in a sobbing voice: "Master Luo, you...you are so cruel..."

"Humph, a disobedient woman deserves to be treated harshly!"

Luo Zijun fed her another spoonful.

This time, Qingwen took the initiative to open her mouth and eat it, then secretly looked behind him, at the fairy-like girl at the counter. She tried to hold back, but couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Mr. Luo, who... who is she? Your real wife? She um..." Before she could finish, Luo Zijun had blocked her little mouth with a spoon and porridge.

"Eat more and talk less. You're almost dying, yet you're still gossiping."

Luo Zijun complained.

Qingwen ate in silence and didn't say anything, but she couldn't help but sneak a glance at the girl at the counter from time to time.

She originally thought that there was no girl in the world prettier than Miss Lin. But after seeing her today, she realized that there are people better than you and that there really are fairies in this world.

"Ms. Lin is a delicate and fragile beauty, while this Senior Sister of Master Luo is a pure and cold beauty like a fairy... No wonder Master Luo looks down on Miss Yingchun and the others..."

At this moment, she found that there seemed to be a fire burning in her stomach. Her originally cold body was now warm and she felt extremely comfortable all over. She suddenly became much more conscious and her spirit seemed to be getting better.

Of course, this bowl of porridge has more benefits than just that.

Apparently, that pill had helped.

Luo Zijun fed her a whole bowl of porridge, then went to the kitchen and found that the master was squatting at the kitchen door slurping, having already eaten several bowls.

There was only half a bowl left in the pot.

"Master, is this all you left for Senior Sister?"

Luo Zijun scooped up the remaining porridge in the pot.

Su Dafang slurped his food while saying, "It's delicious. I didn't expect your porridge to be so fragrant. Your sister has a small appetite. She may not be able to finish your half bowl. Give me some more."

Luo Zijun ignored him and immediately left with the porridge.

When he arrived at the front room, he placed the porridge on the counter and said, "Senior sister, eat quickly. Be careful or Master will come to you for more later."

The tempting fragrance quickly entered Su Qingling's nose.

She seemed to swallow her saliva, her expression still cold and clear, then she lowered her head and started eating.

Luo Zijun went over, picked up the medicine boiled on the stove, and carefully poured it into the bowl.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the counter: "Go get more."

Luo Zijun turned around and saw that she had finished half a bowl of porridge so quickly. He said, "There is no more in the pot. Master ate it all secretly in the back."

At this time, Su Dafang came over from behind, wiping his mouth and said, "It's obvious that you cooked too little. I'm not full yet. Hurry up and feed the little girl the medicine, and then go to the back to make porridge for your senior sister."

Luo Zijun came to Qingwen with the medicine in hand, and while feeding her the medicine, he looked at the counter and said, "Sister, take it next time. It's not good to eat too much at night. You will get fat."

Su Dafang, who was standing by, immediately glared at him and said, "How could you do this? Your sister finally had an appetite, so what's wrong with her asking you to make some more porridge? The little girl on the chair is not related to you at all, but you not only braved the wind and snow to bring her here, but you also made porridge and medicine for her without hesitation, running around. Your sister took the initiative to eat porridge, but you refused? You are an ungrateful kid, aren't you?"

Luo Zijun quickly said: "I was wrong, I will endure it later."

Su Dafang snorted, lay down on the rocking chair, touched his stomach, closed his eyes and continued to wait for dinner.

After feeding the medicine to her, Luo Zijun went to the counter to collect her bowl and chopsticks, then went to the backyard, cut vegetables and meat again, and cooked a pot of porridge.

At this time, Qingwen's originally pale face had regained some redness, and under the light, she looked even more beautiful.

Luo Zijun came over to check her complexion, touched her forehead, and then felt her pulse. He asked in surprise, "Master, she seems to be fine. What medicine did you give her?"

Su Dafang lay on the chair with his eyes closed and said, "It has nothing to do with the medicine. How can the effect of the medicine be so fast? You should go and kneel down to thank your senior sister."

Luo Zijun looked at the girl at the counter and asked curiously, "Senior Sister, what did you feed her just now?"

Su Qingling was flipping through a book at the counter, still saying coldly, "Poison."

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk, Luo Zijun did not ask any more questions and looked at the sky outside.

"It's getting late, I should go back."

He walked over and prepared to pick up Qingwen and leave.

At this time, Su Qingling suddenly said: "Leave her here, I just need a maid."

Luo Zijun turned his head and looked at her: "???"

Su Qingling looked at him calmly: "Why, you don't want to?"

Su Dafang immediately opened his eyes and said, "Disciple, our pharmacy is indeed short of an assistant. Your senior sister is usually very tired running the store alone. Let this little girl stay and help pound the medicine, pick the medicine, and organize the medicinal materials to help your senior sister share the burden. Don't worry, we will definitely not abuse her, and we won't let her do the dirty work. This old bone of your master is still able to do it."

Luo Zijun looked at the girl on the chair.

Qingwen nodded and said softly, "Master Luo, I am willing to stay here and serve... serve my sister."

"elder sister?"

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, looked at her a few more times, pondered for a moment, and said: "Actually, I was planning to take you home, or send you to Chu Jian Bookstore..."

Su Dafang immediately said angrily: "Boy, what do you mean? Others are worthy of maids, but your sister is not worthy, right?"

Luo Zijun said: "Of course not, I just think... Senior Sister might not want it, and..."

"What else?"

Su Dafang said with a cold face.

Luo Zijun glanced at the girl at the counter again and said, "And I don't dare... I'm afraid that Senior Sister will be angry..."

Su Qingling looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Aren't you afraid that others will be angry?"

Luo Zijun said: "I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid that Senior Sister will be angry."

The two looked at each other.

The room suddenly became quiet.

"Ahem... I'm going to the back to eat, you guys chat."

Su Dafang noticed that the atmosphere was not right and quickly slipped away.

"However, since Senior Sister has taken the initiative to ask, and Qingwen is willing to stay here, let her stay here."

Luo Zijun looked at Qingwen and wanted to remind her to change her character of being confrontational, but when she thought that this girl was facing not someone else but her own senior sister, she suddenly felt that the reminder was unnecessary.

No one dared to talk too much in front of the senior sister.

Including him.

"Qingwen, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you tomorrow. This will be your home from now on. If you don't like it, just tell me and I'll help you find another one."

Luo Zijun said softly.

Qingwen held back her tears and whispered, "Mr. Luo, thank you. If it weren't for you tonight..."

"You should thank your sister Ling'er. Thanking her is thanking me. She and I are a family, and we are inseparable."

Luo Zijun smiled, looked at his senior sister again, then walked out the door and quickly disappeared in the wind and snow outside.

Su Qingling stood at the counter, looking outside the door, and did not speak for a long time.

(End of this chapter)