People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

"Yes."

Si Li's servant Zhao Jia said immediately.

sidelines.

The maidservants who were waiting in battle immediately took action.

Amber carried the kettle to pour water into the washbasin, Liuli soaked it with a towel, wrung it dry, spread it out, and held it with both hands.

Hong Xuan took the warm towel and wiped his face.

Ruri took the used towel.At this time, Pearl served freshly brewed hot tea.

take a sip

Hot tea poured into his throat.

Comfortable

At first, Hong Xuan was not used to it.As a result, the three little maids hugged each other and wept secretly, thinking that Hong Xuan didn't want them anymore.

Hong Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to be "forced" to accept the "degenerate" life of the son.

I have to say, this kind of service is not bad.

moment.

Zhao Jia returned to the other courtyard,

Reported back:

"Zhao Xiucai was bitten by a poisonous snake of a different species. The wife of the Zhao family came to the village to ask for medicine, but was kicked out by Manager Zhao."

"Zhao Xiucai..."

A figure appeared in Hong Xuan's mind: tall and thin, with a patched but clean long gown, and a warm smile on his face.

A noble but not pedantic scholar.

Eight-rank scholar.

Heartbroken, Hong Xuan went back to the room to take some detoxification pills and a shequila, and went straight outside.

The servants Zhao Jia and Zhao Yi looked at each other and followed with wry smiles.

far away.

Hong Xuan saw several servants gathered together, pointing and pushing at a woman.

Seeing Hong Xuan walking over here, the servants scattered immediately.There was only one woman standing alone under the wall of the Hong family's courtyard.

"This is Mrs. Zhao?"

Hong Xuan thought to himself.

Twenty years old.

He was dressed in coarse gray clothes, with disheveled hair.

Head down.

Can't see facial features clearly.

Hong Xuan walked over unhurriedly.

Zhao lowered her head, kneading the corners of her clothes with both hands.

"Master Zhao?" Hong Xuan asked.

"Yes, yes, the concubine is right."

Zhao's voice trembled slightly.

"What kind of medicine does your husband need?"

As soon as the words were finished, Mrs. Zhao suddenly raised her head and stared at Hong Xuan in a daze, two lines of tears fell silently.

Zishou Emei, skin like creamy fat, crying red eyes with pear blossoms and rain, so pitiful.

moment.

I groaned in my heart.

Even though he was born in the Internet age of information explosion, Hong Xuan had to say "good looking".If it weren't for the hundreds of gigabytes of textbooks in the hard drive, Hong Xuan might lose his composure.

"The detoxification pill... Doctor Lu said that there is only one detoxification pill."

Sudden.

Mrs. Zhao knelt down straight.

"I beg Master Hong to be merciful and save my husband. This concubine will be the master's cow and horse in this life and the afterlife!"

Done.

He knocked his head three times.

In this scene, in fact... Hong Xuan was a little at a loss, being kowtowed, like being served by someone who stretched out his hands and opened his mouth, and it was also a big girl sitting in a sedan chair - the first time in this life.

Hong Xuan recalled the old master's way of doing things, and said:

"The Hong family has enough cattle and horses, no need."

"lead the way."

His tone was as cold as ice.

Zhao Family Village.

It was only three or four miles away from the Hong family, and nine of the whole village became tenants of the Hong family.Zhao Xiucai's home is on the hillside.

Three thatched cottages side by side.

There is a small yard in front of the house, and the bamboo fence is covered with quills.Green onions, garlic, leeks, radishes, cabbage are planted on the vegetable bed... lush.

A path paved with blue cobblestones leads to the middle hall.

"Master, please come inside."

Mrs. Zhao pushed the chaimen away with a reserved voice.

Hong Xuan walked in and glanced at the vegetable patch.He was born in the countryside, and his family also has such a small yard, with a few rows of vegetables planted.

In the season of August, Hong Xuan likes to irrigate crickets among the vegetable beds the most.

It's just that there is something wrong in front of you.

What is missing?

Walking to the main house, a strong smell of medicine wafted out from the crack of the door.

Hong Xuan frowned, covered his mouth and nose, showing a look of disgust.

Zhao Xiucai was placed in the bedroom in the west wing.

Enter the house.

The young Zhao Xiucai was lying on the bed with a pale face and covered with a thin quilt.

Mrs. Zhao stepped forward quickly, stroking Zhao Xiucai's face with infinite affection in her eyes.

"Master"

Regarding the scene of deep love between husband and wife before him, Hong Xuan still behaved quite indifferently, his eyes fell on the simple objects in the house.

After a while.

Mrs. Zhao wiped away her tears, put her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed her head and bowed her knees to salute:

"My concubine is rude."

"I beg Master Hong to save my husband."

I don't know if it's because of the light, Mrs. Zhao...is even more charming.

In the vision of Zhao Jia and Zhao Yi:

My young master was slightly taken aback, licked his lips, and involuntarily stretched out his right hand towards Mrs. Zhao's face.

The problem is, Xiang is just lying on the bed, dying.

Mrs. Zhao showed panic.

took a step back.

He looked ashamed and angry.

But, stopped.

Zhao's head was lowered, her body was trembling, and her eyes were a little more determined, perfectly interpreting the wife who committed herself to saving her husband.

The two servants lowered their heads.

hesitated.

Should I remind the young master that this is not good, not good for the young master, not good for the Hong family?

Or should I withdraw silently, stay around, and keep others from approaching?

Hong Xuan's hand moved forward slowly.

fingertip,

Touched Zhao Shi's smooth cheek.

"really."

Hong Xuan read silently.

Seeing Hong Xuan's drooping eyelids, Mrs. Zhao lifted them up, but there was no change in her eyes.But clearly something...has changed.

Without thinking too much, the warm, rough fingers left her skin.

"Snapped!"

Under the astonished eyes of the two servants, the young master's palm went down and cut on Zhao's slender neck.

then,