Chapter 12 My life is precious

The tea cup in his hand made a "click" sound.

Li Jingyun returned to his senses, put it aside calmly, then raised his eyes and asked, "Where did the deposit go?"

Liu Chenghe Tanshou: "This is your mansion, how can I know so much? But seeing that she didn't make any noise or trouble, maybe it was General Li's message."

Yin Huayue is in charge, the darling of the lady in the main courtyard, if his father really wants to spread the word, can someone take her away?

Li Jingyun was a little annoyed, his fingers rubbed the armrest of the chair unconsciously, as if he was about to get up, but he sat down again for some reason.

Wen Guzhi looked at him with interest, then suddenly turned his head and asked Liu Chenghe, "What kind of slave?"

"I just glanced at it and didn't see my face clearly." Liu Chenghe touched his chin, "But the waist is really thin, wrapped in a light green belt, like a soft willow leaf."

He gestured: "It is estimated that one hand can hold more than half of it."

Li Jingyun turned his head and looked at him blankly.

"..."

The back was inexplicably cold, and Liu Chenghe rubbed his hands together, wondering, "It's already March, why is it still cold."

Wen Guzhi sighed, looked at him and looked at the third master, and decided to pull Liu Chenghe: "he has something wrong here, there is no need for the third master to care about him."

"What's wrong with the third master?" Xu Changyi looked around and tapped his forehead, "Who is wrong here?"

Wen Guzhi smiled at him: "no one, while it's still early, let's go shopping on Luohua Street, so we won't disturb the third master's rest."

"I'm leaving now?" Liu Chenghe was surprised, "Didn't you say that you want to discuss matters with the third master, and you have to go to Qifeng Tower?"

"Another day." Wen Guzhi grabbed the two of them, pressed the back of their heads and nodded, "Farewell."

After the salute, Fei also ran away without a shadow.

The noisy East Court has returned to its former tranquility.

Li Jingyun sat for a while, and threw the hem of his clothes irritably.

It's just a maid, and when she's gone, no one will stop him from leaving the house, which is good. Moreover, she was protected by the Zhuang family, and even if she went to the directorate, some people would give her water.

He doesn't care.

The sun was shaking in the west, and there were no lights in the courthouse.

Hua Yue was sitting on her knees in the dark room, her posture was graceful, and her smile was gentle.

"There's nothing to discuss." Mother Xun didn't start, "You don't make mistakes on weekdays, but if you do, you make a big one. Even your wife can't protect you."

The blood flowed to the tip of her nose, Hua Yue reached out and wiped it, chuckling: "There is always a way to survive."

"How can there be a way to survive? The Miss Han family was raised by the eldest princess. She can't tolerate you, and the entire Jinghua can't tolerate you."

Cover the sky with one hand? Huayue's eyebrows are curved: "How about I go and beg her?"

"If you had this chance, would you still be here?" Xun Ma couldn't bear it. "Don't struggle, it's better to take it easy."

She stretched out her hand to compare "eight", Hua Yue lowered her eyes, and smiled a little bit of grievance: "I can eat twenty whips even if I grit my teeth, but these eighty whips, even a strong minion, can't be beaten. If my life is lost, mama wants me to bear it, how can I bear it? My life is so precious that I can’t bear to lose it.”

The moonlight came in from the high window and fell on her little face, turning pale.

Mother Xun was a little surprised: "After so many years, you haven't been beaten less, but every time you haven't said a word, the people in this yard think you're not afraid of pain."

"Who's not afraid of pain..." Hua Yue pulled the corners of her mouth, her final voice fell, full of sighs.

She was most afraid of pain since she was a child, and she could cry all over the couch when she bumped into it a little, until she cried for everything she wanted until she came to her.

But later, she was beaten so much that it was so painful that she couldn't cry, so it didn't matter.

No one came to coax her, she had to learn to live on her own.

Turning her head to the side and thinking for a while, Hua Yue pulled out the bamboo and jade leaf hairpin on her head and handed it over: "The eldest princess only said eighty whips, not where to hit or how to hit."

"Mommy, take it easy, I'll take the 20 whips today, and the rest will come later, okay?"

After staying in the directorate for so many years, Yin Huayue was the first person to bargain with her. Xun Ma looked down at her, feeling amused and a little pitiful.

In this Liang Dynasty, the life of a minion was the most worthless, and the master could be killed if he was unhappy, and he couldn't even shout his grievance. Most of the people who have entered this realm are ashes and go crazy.

But Yin Huayue didn't. If she wanted to survive, she didn't need dignity or protection, she just gave her one breath.

Mother Xun wanted to refuse, but she seemed to have guessed what she wanted to say. She looked up with her light brown pupils full of earnestness, her brows were low, and the hand holding the jade leaf hairpin trembled slightly.

No one has ever seen such a matter of Yin Zhang, like a straight sword that was suddenly melted into molten iron, and every drop that splashed out made people feel distressed.

After a long silence, Mammy Xun raised her hand, brushed her sleeves, and the jade leaf hairpin submerged in it.

"Thank you, Mommy." Huayue raised her eyebrows and kowtowed to her respectfully.

After the night passed, nothing seemed to happen in the general's mansion, the servants came in and out in an orderly manner, and the flowers in the courtyard were still blooming just fine.

The young master was still very angry when he woke up. When he woke up, he was full of anger and smashed the things around him.

Badou entered the door, not daring to talk to him, he put the water basin aside and was about to run.

"stop."

His body stiffened, and Badou forced a smile: "Young Master, it's time to get up, the general has arrangements, you are going to the training ground today."

Wiping his face irritably, Li Jingyun raised his eyes: "Where are the others in the yard?"

"Master back, five carts are sweeping, and the remaining two are going to the main courtyard to answer."

anything else?

Li Jingyun stared at the end of his bed unhappily. In the past, this place should be kneeling.

Badou's legs trembled, and he looked at him bewilderedly against the door.

Li Jingyun glanced at him and became even more angry: "What are you afraid of?"

"Back... Back to the son, the slave is not afraid."

Looking at this situation, it's almost like wetting my pants, and you say you're not afraid? Li Jingyun stuck his tongue against his teeth, pulled his robe and got out of bed, grabbing him: "Master thinks you owe you a lesson, go to the head office with you."

Badou is really peeing his pants this time, his legs are too soft to stand up: "Young Master...Young Master, spare your life!"

This grandfather ignored his pleas for mercy at all, and carried him straight out, disgusting as he walked: "You are a man, are you still afraid of the court?"

"Master, which servants in the entire Jinghua are not afraid of the court." Badou was very aggrieved and shivered, "The punishment there is very heavy."

"Spineless, Yin Zhang was whipped out last time, but nothing happened."

Badou's eyes widened and he shook his head again and again: "Who said it's alright? Young master didn't see it, Yin Zhangshi's back was swollen for several days, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't bend down, and she had a high fever in the second half of the night, if it weren't for that. The slaves found out early, and the people were probably gone."

After a pause, Li Jingyun frowned: "What nonsense, why didn't I see it."

Badou burst into tears: "What can you see when you fall asleep?"

"..."

Don't open your eyes and continue to move forward, Li Jingyun quickened his pace.

She hadn't closed her eyes all night, and Xun Ma was about to go to sleep when she glanced at the door from the corner of the window, and saw that the son-in-law had brought another servant.

"Hey." She hurriedly got up to greet her, "Why did the son come in person again?"

Li Jingyun threw Badou down and glanced around casually: "This slave is too timid, so I sent him to practice, so as not to tremble in front of the master and look annoying."

"This..." Mama Xun was embarrassed, "What did he do wrong?"

"No."

"...We have rules in the Court, and we won't punish the right minions."

After taking two steps to the side, Li Jingyun said with a "tsk": "Yin Huayue did not make a mistake, why was she taken away and no one is there yet?"

Mammy Xun was stunned for a moment and glanced calmly, just in time to see the seven-bamboo ring pendant hanging on his waist.

The people in this yard are all smart people. Mammy Xun squeezed the jade leaf hairpin in her cuff and smiled: "This servant has never seen Zhang Shi."

That's what she said, but she turned to the side and glanced back at the darkroom.

Li Jingyun was here to try his luck, but he didn't expect people to be here. He looked at the mammy unexpectedly and coughed lightly: "However, it's also from the East Courtyard. If you ask her about her guilt, you should tell me, lest you get up early. I feel uncomfortable when I find that there is one less person carrying water."

After all, he walked towards the dark room.

"Young Master." Madam Xun pretended to stop, "Even if you are the master of this manor, you can't break the rules of the court."

"What's the rule?" Li Jingyun chuckled and avoided her, "Am I preventing you from executing your execution, or am I preventing you from spreading your message?"

As soon as these words came out, the servants all around were startled and bowed their heads.

Seeing this, Li Jingyun laughed even more lazily: "Just take a look at it, see how nervous you are."

When the words fell, he pushed the lock on the darkroom door, and with a sound of "crashing", the door opened a crack.

When the light came in, you could just see a crouching figure.

The black hair was scattered, mixed with clotted blood, and there were several mournful traces on the ground mixed with dust and withered grass. The man was wearing the squirrel robe he had seen yesterday. Blood-soaked, like the most unrestrained begonia, it is extremely fresh and beautiful.

And the face half buried in the knees, from the chin to the earlobes, was so white that it could blend in with the light.

Li Jingyun stopped laughing.

He touched the door lock and made a noisy noise, but the figure inside was still rolling quietly, without any response.