Author: Yao Jishan

Gude looked at Lian'er in disbelief.

For four or five breaths, he almost didn't know what expression to make.

After that, his mouth moved, and a sarcastic laugh almost rushed up his throat, but he quickly closed his lips tightly again, with a look of wanting to vomit on his face, as if he had been struck by the glare just now.

When I feel offended, my annoyance overflows, and I find it difficult to control myself.

It took him a few more breaths to finally control the expression on his face. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, smiling as usual, and he lowered his eyes to look at the girl at his feet who was as docile as a lamb.

"I heard that you are leaving tomorrow night. From now on... I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again." He said gently.

Lian'er's heart suddenly beat very fast.

She heard the longing in that voice, as if there was a thread that moved every word, word after word, from between his lips and teeth, into the depths of her heart.

She bit her lip and made a very soft and delicate sound from her nose: "Yes."

The east wind blew up a few petals and fell on her skirt, also cooling her hot cheeks.

She suddenly realized that this was definitely not the answer a slave should have. Her hands and feet felt a little cold for a moment. She was about to lie down on the ground to plead guilty, but she never thought that a gentle whisper that she had never heard in her life came over with the breeze.

:

"Lian'er, do you want to stay?"

The sigh-like sound was like a wisp of warm wind, blowing away Lian'er's cold hands and feet, and also blowing open the humble flower buried deep in her heart that seemed to never bloom.

Her body couldn't help but start to tremble, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and there was a strong sourness, but the aftertaste was so sweet and fragrant, sweeter than the sugar water she had secretly tasted.

Before she could reply, the gentle whisper sounded again: "I mean, Lian'er, are you willing to stay with me?"

The strong east wind blew the grass and trees in the courtyard, and the cloud-like crown of the parasol trees swayed with the wind, just like the swaying heart of Lian Er.

Her mind was filled with dizziness, and her feet felt like she was stepping on cotton. She was in a daze, forgetting how she walked back.

When she woke up, she was already standing in front of a very small flower bed. What she saw was moist soil and a few flower seedlings scattered around her feet.

Only then did she vaguely remember that this seemed to be the backyard of the major general's residence, and this small flower garden was the errand assigned to her by Ali:

She wanted to plant those rose seedlings into the garden.

But at this time, her head was still dizzy and she couldn't hold the flower hoe steady. She had to hold it firmly with both hands, but she forgot what she could do with it.

She just stood blankly in front of the flower garden, holding the only thing she could hold in her hand, as if she was holding a vague but close hope.

Is this...really?

Lian'er's lip was biting so hard that it hurt. However, the pain could not dispel the lingering sense of illusion. She felt that this should be a dream.

However, even in her dreams, she never dared to dream of such a voice and such a gentle promise.

"As long as you stay, I will treat you well."

She remembered this sentence.

I will never forget it until I die.

In such a season when the wind was blowing very well and the flowers were blooming, the most secret wish deep in her heart, that almost ridiculous idea, seemed to have a slight possibility of coming true.

Her cheeks were as hot as fire, and her heart was beating as if it was about to burst out of her throat. Lian'er's eyes were filled with water mist, and the soft waves penetrated into her heart.

"ah!"

A scream suddenly sounded, and all the thoughts in her heart were shattered. Lian'er knelt on the ground almost without thinking, pressing her forehead against the ground. She didn't even notice that her palm was scratched by the flower hoe. There was only one thought in her heart.

idea:

Don't get whipped, please God, don't let me get whipped.

"Are you still angry?"

"It's scary, there's so much blood!"

"Get out of the way!"

Several comments came through the courtyard wall, and they seemed to be mixed with Ali's scolding.

Only then did Lian'er realize that the scream actually came from the front yard. Apart from her, there was no one else in the backyard.

She breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the ground, brushed the dust off her skirt, thought for a moment, and finally walked towards the courtyard door.

Something was obviously going on outside. She didn't have the guts to watch the excitement originally, but today, she got a promise that was not too uncertain, which made her feel a little more confident, as if what happened here

Everything in the yard had something to do with her, and she had some qualifications to go and take a look, or even...ask.

For such a small convenience, Ali...and...him should be allowed to do it.

A sweet smile appeared on the corners of Lian'er's lips. This secret happiness made her steps become brisk. Her petite figure was like a swift flying across the beam. She walked lightly to the courtyard door and stopped to look around.

At the foot of the stone steps not far away, a middle-aged man was lying in a pool of blood, with his eyes closed and his face sallow, surrounded by several people.

Lian'er recognized this man immediately.

He was a Li slave who was called to sweep the house together, and everyone called him Shitou.

He seemed to be dying.

Blood gurgled out from the back of his head, staining the ground red. There was also a lot of blood under his shoulders. The hand on his side was twitching unconsciously, and the rise and fall of his chest was indistinguishable.

If I call Grandma Jiluo right away, I'm afraid she might be saved.

Lian'er wanted to say it out loud like this.

Grandma Jiluo is a kind-hearted golden slave. When the servants in the house have a headache or fever, they will go to her to ask for some herbs to eat. She also has a kind of medicine paste that can stop bleeding. The whip wounds on Lian'er's body are this medicine paste.

Cured.

Lian'er's throat rolled, and many words came to her lips, making her want to spit them out. But she couldn't say a word, as if something was stopping her, and there was something else in her mind.

A voice said:

Shhh, don't talk.

So, she pursed her lips firmly, and only the hand holding the door frame trembled slightly.

Ali stood in front of the stone, his face extremely ugly.

"No... no one touched him, he... he fell down the steps by himself." The Jin servant woman in charge of the sweep reported the report tremblingly, pointing to Taiji behind her:

"He was wiping the fence over there, and his foot... missed the mark, and then he fell down."

This is indeed an accident.

Ali himself can prove it.

This man named Shitou, Mu Naheitai, worked very hard. Ali just praised him a few times, but he didn't expect that this man was so careless that he actually fell down the steps.

That platform was only level four, which was not high at all. Even if it fell, no one would be killed. Unfortunately, when the stone fell to the ground, the back of his head hit the sharp corner of the stone steps, causing a big hole.

He was already bleeding profusely, his breathing was gradually weakening, and he could see that he would not survive.
Chapter completed!