Ah Feng woke up from her coma and saw Mo Qiaosheng, dressed in black, sitting in front of the bed.
He pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed at himself: "I'm not dead yet."
Mo Qiaosheng helped him up and brought him a pitch-black medicine bowl.
"I drank it."
This is a bowl of bitter and astringent medicine.
But Ah Feng knew that this was a good thing. In the past, she wanted to drink such medicine but couldn't even beg for it.
He took Mo Qiaosheng's hand and drank the medicine without leaving a drop.
The steaming soup poured into his body, and he felt the scattered energy in his body gather a little.
"You have been in a coma for three days."
"Three... three days?"
Mo Qiaosheng knew what he was worried about. He put the medicine back to its original place and said, "The master has accepted you. He will not send you back to Bei Weihou."
Ah Feng propped himself up, forced himself to get out of bed and stood up. His limbs were weak, and he felt like he was stepping on a ball of cotton. As soon as he took a step, his legs gave way and he fell out.
A hand supported him, a hand that was warm and strong.
It's a brother's hand.
Ah Feng looked at the ground in front of him and said two words softly: "Sorry."
Sorry, Qiaosheng. Thank you.
The owner of the hand did not reply, but just held up his body firmly.
"Take me to meet the master." Ah Feng said.
"Can you... leave?" Mo Qiaosheng was a little worried.
"It's been three days, and I haven't even met my new master yet. That's too much." Ah Feng supported Mo Qiaosheng's shoulders, borrowed some strength, and stood firm. "As a slave, as long as you're still alive, you have no right to lie down."
He felt a little sad.
How will this master punish me
I don’t know if my body can hold on any longer in this state.
"Master, what kind of person is he?" He asked his only friend.
"You will know soon." Mo Qiaosheng's eyes showed a little tenderness, "He is the best person in the world."
Ah Feng didn't believe that there were good masters in the world. He once met a so-called good master who told him every day that he treated him as his younger brother. But in the blink of an eye, he pushed him into the bottomless abyss for a few ingots of gold.
"What does the master like? What kind of people does he like?"
"The master... doesn't like others to lie to him." Mo Qiaosheng thought about it seriously and said as he walked, "No matter what the master asks, as long as you don't hide anything and are honest with your heart, he usually won't get angry."
"Qiaosheng." Ah Feng stopped and said, "Your idea is very dangerous."
"The kindnesses that the lord has shown you are just some easy charity to him. You should know that if you treat him without reservation like this, the harm you will suffer in the future will only be more cruel."
Mo Qiaosheng stood at the door and turned around. The sunlight shone on half of his face, softening his strong facial lines.
"It's too late," he lowered his eyelashes, "I have already vowed to give him everything I have."
"No matter how he treats me in the future, I will have no complaints."
Ah Feng suddenly overlapped Mo Qiaosheng in front of her with her younger self.
The little me once said firmly in a childish voice: "I swear, I will give everything to the master."
All so stupid.
Ah Feng smiled bitterly.
Obviously a lowly slave.
Nothing.
The only thing I have is a fragile heart.
But he personally brought it out and presented it to those high and mighty people, waiting to be trampled upon.
Cheng Qianye was flipping through the local chronicles of Bianzhou in his study, and while reading he reached out to eat the small snacks on the plate.
Xiaoqiu looked on eagerly from the side.
Cheng Qianye picked up a piece of rose cake and said, "Ah, open your mouth."
The chubby little mouth immediately opened wide.
Cheng Qianye fed the animal accurately and watched the little face swell up on one side and wriggle rapidly.
“So delicious?”
Xiaoqiu's round almond-shaped eyes lit up and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Cheng Qianye smiled: "It's all because of your sister's good cooking skills. She cooks different dishes every day. You and I have fattened her up."
Biyun came to Cheng Qianye with a basin of water, squatted down and bowed, then wrung out a hot towel to wash Cheng Qianye's hands.
Then he served Cheng Qianye a cup of Miyunlong, her favorite drink, and carefully placed a warm bamboo fire basket under Cheng Qianye's feet.
Cheng Qianye was taken care of comfortably, and he sighed that the life of the privileged class was indeed degrading. In the middle of winter, he didn't even have to move a finger, which was really a pleasure.
When the sisters were first bought, Steward Lu was very dissatisfied. The elder sister was not pretty, and the younger sister was too young, came from a poor family, did not know the rules, and was timid.
But the lord insisted on his own way and just wanted to have them both serve him personally.
Fortunately, as the elder sister, Biyun is steady and meticulous by nature, and is hardworking and studious, and she quickly became competent in her job.
Biyun performed a standard blessing ceremony: "My Lord, what do you like to eat? I will make more next time."
"Sister, the master likes to eat pine nut rolls, water chestnut cakes, rose cakes, pea yellow, and donkey rolls." Xiaoqiu counted them one by one with her short fingers.
Biyun reached out and pinched her nose: "You only remember to eat, and I don't know what the master bought you for?"
Xiao Qiu covered her nose and snorted: "I am very useful. I try hard to learn from my sister every day. When I grow up to be as tall as my sister, I will not burn the pot black again."
Biyun looked at her innocent and lovely sister and thought: If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet the lord, my sister would have been sold to that filthy place, and the fate she would have faced would have been completely different.
When she first came to her lord's place, Biyun was very nervous. She heard that some young men and women from wealthy families liked underage girls like her younger sister.
The kindness of the lord to her sister once frightened her, but now that they have been together for a long time, she finally feels relieved, and only gratitude towards the lord remains in her heart.
Cheng Qianye was rubbing Xiaoqiu's head with a smile: "Our Xiaoqiu is very useful. The lord is very happy to have Xiaoqiu with him."
She knew that Biyun and Xiaoqiu were full of gratitude and respect for her. She also needed a pure-hearted child like Xiaoqiu to accompany her to balance out the hypocrisy of human nature that was magnified by the golden finger.
If everyone was like Zhang Fu, I would be exhausted.
Cheng Qianye couldn't help feeling a little proud when he thought of Zhang Fu's human-shaped amethyst which finally had its golden edges lit up as he wished.
When it comes to purity, Qiao Sheng is the best. He always opens his heart to me without reservation. Cheng Qianye touched his chin.
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw through the window pane Mo Qiaosheng walking slowly towards me from the corridor outside the house, followed by someone.
The two of them walked very slowly, stepped through the door, clasped their hands together, and were about to prostrate themselves on the ground in greeting.
"Stop!" Cheng Qianye pointed his finger and shouted, "Don't kneel."
She stood up, walked around the desk and came to Ah Feng.
She had seen with her own eyes the miserable state of this man during his treatment. It had only been three days, and even in the modern society with advanced medical technology, a person with such an injury would only be able to lie in the ICU and receive an IV. But now he had gotten out of bed and walked over by himself.
“You, you, you…” Cheng Qianye looked at Ah Feng’s pale face and pale lips, and pinched his brows in frustration.
She turned to Mo Qiaosheng: "Qiaosheng, he was so badly injured, and you let him come over like this?"
Although I don't like Ah Feng very much, I don't mean to let him die. Otherwise, would it be a waste of time to call a doctor for him
Mo Qiaosheng was stunned.
Ah Feng: "Master, I am your servant..."
"Okay, okay, don't say anything yet," Cheng Qianye interrupted him, "Sit down first, um, that's not right."
Cheng Qianye waved his hand and asked Biyun and Xiaoqiu to bring the spring stool over. He pointed and said, "Lie down. Lie on your stomach."
Ah Feng was also stunned.
Cheng Qianye frowned impatiently.
Ah Feng came to his senses and obediently bent over the bench. He really couldn't figure out what this new owner was thinking, and he was really a little flustered.
Cheng Qianye clapped his hands and called in two servants.
"Carry him back and call a doctor for him." Cheng Qianye ordered, "You are not allowed to get up at will within a month."
Watching the person being carried away, Cheng Qianye sat back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm so mad," she said.
Xiao Qiu leaned over the side of her chair, "Is the master angry?"
"No." Cheng Qianye touched her head, "Xiao Qiu, Brother Qiaosheng has to go to the military camp every day and take care of patients. It's very hard. Can you help him a little?"
"Of course." Xiaoqiu's eyes lit up. "My lord, just tell me what to do."
"Did you see that brother just now? He was seriously injured and had a bad temper. When Xiaoqiu is free, help the master to keep an eye on him and tell him not to run around."
"Okay, Xiaoqiu promises to complete the task and take good care of the patient."