Chapter 9 Endless Death!

Li Jingyun pouted: "You are a servant, do you understand that the less you know, the longer you live?"

"My son's leaving the house today is the fault of the slave and the slave. Returning with an injury is also the responsibility of the slave. The slave should ask."

"Then why don't you just hand me over?"

"The slave is afraid that the madam will be worried."

really.

Li Jingyun thought it was funny: "You are the maid in my yard now. As long as the lord is willing, you can always stay in this east yard. You should also learn to treat the lord as your master."

Hua Yue rolled her eyes.

Slightly choked, he squeezed her chin with an angry smile: "Are you blind?"

"Young Master, be careful with your hands." Hua Yue smiled, "The servant girl just has a sore eye, and she doesn't mean to despise the son."

Not only that he is blind, but that he is stupid.

Withdrawing the bandaged arm, Li Jingyun gritted his teeth: "You can go out now."

Slowly packing up the bottles and jars by the bed, Hua Yue raised her eyes and asked, "Where did the son buy?"

"..." Stunned for a moment, Li Jingyun's arrogance disappeared, and he didn't turn his head with a guilty conscience.

Hua Yue stared at him for a moment, her face sank suddenly: "Young master broke his promise?"

"It's a long story, and it's not my fault." He said vaguely, "Something happened on the way back, and I didn't have time to go to Baolai Pavilion."

"When the son went out, he agreed to the servant."

"I'm going to buy it too, who would have thought..." Li Jingyun pouted, "If you don't want me to go out again tomorrow."

"..."

Huayue smirked and pointed to the carved door, then shook her head firmly.

no way.

Going out once is not enough, want to go out a second time? When is she? Is it the waist card of the General's Mansion?

"Young master is resting." She stood up and saluted, "The servants are waiting outside the door."

"Eh..." What he was about to say, Yin Huayue had already closed the door quickly.

"Bang" sounded, with some anger.

Li Jingyun really wanted to pull her back and beat her, so how could someone slap her face? Even if... even if he made a mistake first, there is no such arrogant servant as she is.

Isn't it just a broken hairpin, when should buy it or not?

Lying down angrily, Li Jingyun looked at the bow on his arm with disgust, and was silent for a while, and finally decided to find someone to go to Baolai Pavilion tomorrow to let the grinning dog calm down.

As a result, before he could move, Yin Huayue moved first.

Everyone in the East Court knows that this young master has a serious wake-up urge. No matter who calls him, he will be smashed. Huayue's reaction has always been sharp, and she can avoid the pillows and pendants he throws every time.

But early this morning, Huayue did not hide.

She took Li Jingyun's favorite picture of Eight Horses, and quickly and ruthlessly took down the mahogany hand pillow.

Turn around for a week and a half, full marks; landing posture, full marks; sincere smile, full marks.

It's just that the Eight Horses figure has a hole in it.

Li Jingyun finally woke up, opened his eyes and almost fainted again from anger.

"what are you doing!"

Hua Yue touched the Eight Horses with great pity, and when she heard the sound, she looked at him reproachfully: "What is the son doing?"

"I?"

"This picture is the handwriting of Master Tang. The general spent a lot of effort to buy it back for you. Quan Jinghua is just such a picture. In terms of meticulous brushwork and mounting, it is a treasure among treasures. How could you be willing to smash it?"

"I……"

Li Jingyun was very puzzled: "Did I smash it?"

Hua Yue looked at the few rough servants standing behind her, and the witnesses nodded in succession: "It was the son who smashed it."

"No matter how unhappy the young master is when he wakes up early, he can't smash it on the painting. It's a pity."

Li Jingyun was confused for a moment, and his expression gradually became hideous: "Are you waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on me?"

"Young Master." Hua Yue's eyes were full of disbelief, "How could you have such an idea? The slave servants serve the master with all their hearts. Naturally, everything is based on the master. If this painting is not the son's treasure, the slave will not care so much."

Her eyes were so sincere that Li Jingyun began to doubt herself. Did she really think wrong?

In the blink of an eye, he ate the breakfast she brought, and stretched his stomach for half an hour.

Li Jingyun was very happy.

One mountain does not allow two tigers, even one male and one female.

There is no need to buy hairpins, he and Yin Huayue will never die!

In the spring, the sky is clear and the air is clear, and the flowers are in full bloom in the General's Mansion, but the eastern courtyard is filled with smoke and the atmosphere is dignified.

Huayue has more work to do, and she is basically heading in the direction of exhausting her, but she is not stupid. When she goes out the door, she should find a helper, but if she can't find it, she can't bear it. Can't let this grandpa see a joke.

Not to be outdone, Li Jingyun tossed her in different ways. In order to appear stylish, he also specially asked people to find masterpieces such as "The Great Collection of Tortures of Wei Liang" and "The Former Wei Prison" for reference.

The east courtyard, which had always been cold and quiet, suddenly became lively.

In a few days, it was Miss Han's birthday. According to reliable sources, Miss Han had already returned to the residence and had also handed an invitation to the General's residence.

Li Jingyun was lying in the courtyard with Erlang's legs crossed. After listening to the message from the servant, he spat out the orange seeds in his mouth and sneered: "No."

Qin Sheng scratched his head: "The general's house and the Han family have always been on good terms, so it stands to reason that the son should go there once."

"Master is not free."

Qin Sheng was puzzled: "It's been a long time since I haven't seen the son to go to the training ground. It's been so many days, and the injury should be healed. What is the son busy with?"

Looking sideways at a corner of the yard, Li Jingyun pouted very unhappily.

Qin Sheng followed his gaze and saw Yin Zhangshi who was weeding with a bowl of water.

"What... what is she doing?" Qin Sheng was puzzled, "Practice?"

"Yinzhang's magic is unparalleled in the world. The bowl of water on his head can't be sprinkled all day long, so what kind of power do you use?"

Qin Sheng was full of admiration, and then asked curiously, "What would happen if it was spilled?"

"It won't work." Li Jingyun chewed the orange and said, "Just go to the director's office and get ten whips."

Qin Sheng: "..."

Li Jingyun looked left and right, feeling very uncomfortable: "Is there any way you can fix her?"

"Young master, Yin Zhang is a girl, what do you care about with her?"

"What kind of an introduction? Female flow?" Li Jingyun turned Qin Sheng's head in the direction of Yin Huayue, and said in disbelief, "Do you know what kind of monster she is? If you put it in the training ground, it will be a fall. Enter, the five poisons will not invade.”

"What about..."

"You don't believe me, right?" Li Jingyun patted him on the shoulder, "Can you think of a way to get her out of the East Courtyard, and I will give you the new treasured sword from Lianqingfang."

Qin Sheng felt that Li Jingyun was too naive, how could he be a dignified man to deal with a woman just for a knife?

Turning his eyes, Qin Sheng said righteously, "Young Master, this subordinate has a good idea."