The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 397 The Heartache (3)
"Huh?" Su Xiazhi looked at the few bills in her knuckle-knuckle hands and didn't pick them up. She was still thinking: Redemption for Shoucheng?Could it be that he still doesn't know the truth?

"Less? Or has it increased again?" Seeing that she didn't answer, An Yi thought that the woman who was open to money was going to raise the price again, so she frowned and asked strangely.

These words made Su Xiazhi faintly unhappy.

She raised her head slowly, looked directly at An Yi with a blank expression, and said unceremoniously: "I earn money based on my ability, what I should earn, I can't get a penny less, I shouldn't earn a penny, and I don't want a penny more!"

"Shoucheng sold himself in order to save you. I honored his friendship and extended my hand, which is considered to have saved your life!"

"This was originally a trivial matter. If I really want money, how much do you think it would be worth if you sold both of you? Huh?"

"I think you are dead, I don't care about the nonsense you said just now, go back and ask Shoucheng if you have anything to do!"

'state'!The courtyard door was thrown from inside, An Yi hurriedly took a step back, lest the door panel hit her face!

With a sound of 'crash', the door had already been bolted, An Yi stared at the brass ring on the dangling doorknob in front of him, and after a moment of stupefaction, he finally understood: he said something wrong, and was directly thrown out by the scholar's family !
But he didn't go in, so he didn't count as being kicked out...

An Yi lowered her head and walked down the steps with her hands behind her back, walking towards the courtyard of the school without making a sound.

Seeing that his master was walking ahead without saying a word, An Fu's handlebar style didn't dare to disturb him, so he had no choice but to quietly lead the horse and follow behind the master.

Because An Yi had to deal with the funeral of his father and younger sister, the children in the school were all on vacation, and the yard was quiet, except for the occasional sound from the kitchen, which was Aunt Six and Chunshui Niang preparing lunch.

Pushing open the courtyard door, An Yi stepped into the courtyard, smelling the aroma of food all over the courtyard, and looking at the school with its doors and windows wide open, he felt a burst of relief.

For the past few days, all he saw was Shenren's white color and the overwhelming elegiac couplets in the mourning hall. The cold eyes of life and death made him miss this small courtyard in the dead of night.

My father had been glorious for half his life, but in the end he just died like this...

The younger sister's heart is higher than the sky, and she has done everything she can about An's family's property, and finally died for no apparent reason, even the ancestral grave...

When An Yi laments that life is nothing more than this, he realizes the preciousness of true love!
So he hurried back when the funerals of his father and sister were barely finished.

And since he became the head of the An family, the first right he exercised was to pay 30 taels of silver!

30 taels of silver, no more, no less.

This number has long taken root in his heart and turned into a thorn!
It was Shoucheng's selling money. In order to save himself, that silly boy sold himself again!
Therefore, the first thing An Yi did after he had the right to control the huge family property of An's family was: pay 30 taels of silver, and he wants to return Shoucheng's freedom!
But just now, after listening to what Su Xiazhi said, An Yi's heart has fallen to the bottom...

He doesn't believe it!
This is his knot, Shoucheng knows it.

Just to save the 30 taels of silver, last time Shoucheng said that he would buy a full moon gift for Min Lansheng's daughter, he was so distressed that he almost vomited blood...

But, why did Shoucheng watch himself anxious about this matter and not tell himself the truth?
An Yi stared blankly at the closed door of the east room, and didn't take a step for a while.

"Yo! Mr. An is back!" Aunt Six, who came out of the kitchen to pour water, saw An Yi poking at the door in a daze, and said loudly, "Is everything done at home?"

"En." An Yi stared at the door of the east room, and nodded indiscriminately.

"Master?" It was almost after Aunt Six finished speaking that the door of the east room was opened with a bang, and the servant looked eagerly at the door, and after seeing An Yi's face clearly, his eyes immediately turned again. For a touch of sadness: It's only been a few days, and the young master looks haggard again...

"I'll take a rest in the first room, you are busy first." An Yi looked away from the boy, talked politely with the sixth aunt, and walked back to the east room.

I haven't seen you for a few days, but when I see An Yi's return, the servant is very happy!

But immediately, the boy felt a strange and inexplicable Daoming aura about him.

"I'll get you some water to wash your face."

Just now the boy was alone in the room and was concentrating on copying yesterday's accounts. When he heard the young master came back, he got up and rushed out, still holding a pen and paper.

Walking to the desk, the servant rested the pen on the inkstone, and pressed the paper in his hand with a paperweight. When he turned around, his clothes were already covered by An Yi!
"Don't go, I have something to ask you!" An Yi's voice was cold, with a hint of An Huaiyuan's words.

Hearing such a tone in the servant's ears made him shiver!
Lowering his head, he looked at the slender palm with distinct knuckles clutching his skirt, the boy knew that the young master had used his strength.

Such a posture, such a fist, hurt his eyes and hurt his heart... He never imagined that after tossing and turning for several days and nights, what he was waiting for was such a face-to-face.

Making a swallowing movement, the boy calmed himself down.

Restraining his desire to cry, he raised his head to look at An Yi, and said slowly: "Master, you can ask."

Even though he tried his best to cover it up, his voice was still a little choked.

The boy frowned in disgust!

He hates his inherent humbleness and insignificance!
Obviously, I wanted to speak in a peaceful tone, but when I opened my mouth, I still exposed my grievances so disappointingly...

What can be wronged?The little servant asked himself bitterly: You walk the road by yourself, no matter what you encounter, you should, why should you be wronged!
(End of this chapter)