Pei Yan works as a slave in the First Assistant Mansion. He is the youngest, but he is the most efficient at work.

After feeding the horse today, he was being ordered by the steward to deliver a lamp-carrying jade to the front yard. He saw the sound of talking and laughing not far away. He was about to look over curiously, but was suddenly pulled away by the little attendant on the side.

Go to the side and push his head down with one hand.

"Stop talking, the noble man is here!" The little attendant, who was always kind to him, reminded him in a low voice.

Not far away, Fuying was admiring the precious chrysanthemums transplanted from the Western Regions with her aunt, the phoenix vibrating its feathers, which her aunt, Princess Changle, loved very much.

"Ah Ying, take a look, these flowers are growing so well. How about tomorrow, my aunt picks out a few bunches of the best ones and sends them to Ning'an Hall?" Chang Le held the cute little hand and smiled.

Happy.

"As long as it's a gift from my aunt, Ah Ying will naturally be happy. It depends on whether her aunt is willing to part with it or not!" The girl's voice was very pleasant.

Changle's voice was doting: "Why can't aunt let go of Ah Ying?"

The two of them walked through the small garden, and neither of them noticed the two little slaves standing respectfully in the corner.

When the pair of small toes walked past him, Pei Yan's heart beat rapidly. He recognized the pair of jade feet and could not forget the sound.

He raised his head and looked at the luxurious back, slightly dazed, until the little attendant on the side patted his shoulder, and he suddenly woke up.

Turning around and asking: "Who was that person just now?"

The little attendant naturally knew that he knew the eldest princess Changle, so he replied: "You mean the second princess? She is the Princess Ning'an whom the emperor values ​​the most. She is not something people like us can look up to."

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Pei Yan nodded, with indistinguishable emotions in his eyes, and immediately left quickly with the little attendant.

As for Fuying, after her aunt was called away by Ji Shoufu, she was alone in the garden in a daze. The autumn rain started again. She stood next to the crabapple flowers and held an umbrella for a bouquet of bright red hibiscus. In autumn, it was already hot.

In the bustling hibiscus garden, this bunch is the only one left that has not withered.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, my hands and feet became stiff, so I squatted down with Jin Baidie in my flower cloud satin skirt, inserted the oil-paper umbrella into the soil, and stretched out my small white hands from time to time to straighten the tilted umbrella handle.<

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Suddenly, she heard a burst of sarcastic noise, and someone yelled in an angry tone: "You despicable little slave, it's not good to disturb anyone, but you disturb me! Since you have eaten the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage,

Then I will give you a lesson today!"

It was a young boy's voice, but the sound of the whip falling was deafening. You don't have to witness it with your own eyes, just by hearing the sound, you can predict how the skin will be torn apart when the whip falls.

After finally stopping, someone else took over the whip and joined in the fun mischievously: "It's my turn! It's my turn!"

Fuying recognized this voice, it was the eldest son of the third brother of the Ji family.

This Ji Ping used to be naughty and was taught the most by Ji Shoufu. Over time, he was remembered by Fuying. However, the Ji family has always been very strict about the personal ethics of their children and will never tolerate bullying of their slaves. Today's

It surprised her slightly.

Ji Pingzheng, together with several of his slaves, mocked him unscrupulously. The little slave who was lying on the ground, with his back beaten to a bloody pulp and could not get up, laughed loudly, raised the whip in his hand, and prepared to

Show off your majesty!

He stepped on the little slave's head and forced him naughtily: "You lowly son of a bitch, how dare you remain silent even though I'm whipping you. You're capable, aren't you? If you're interested, just scream twice! The young master will be happy when he screams. Maybe he can be spared."

I’ll give you a few whippings.”

But the little slave, whose cheap burlap clothes were stained with mud and blood, was disheveled and lying face down on the ground, clenching his teeth and saying nothing.

Then, after receiving another extremely heavy whip on his waist and abdomen, he actually struggled to get up. His fragile back, which was as bent as a bow just now, straightened up again, as stiff as a trapped animal on the verge of death.

Beast, stubborn as hell.

Those scarlet eyes, which were already bloodshot, stared at Ji Ping fiercely, with a bit of primitive bloody wildness, which made the young gentlemen who had always enjoyed themselves tremble subconsciously.

"I'll make you stare! I'll make you stare again! I can't beat you to death today!" After Ji Ping stunned him, he became angry and kicked the slave on the shoulder until he vomited blood!

But no one noticed that the little slave, who struggled to straighten up, was looking straight ahead, with a dark and indistinguishable look in his eyes.

"Stop!"

Fuying stood up and scolded.

The petite girl who was originally squatting among the crabapples, her figure hidden by the thick green leaves, suddenly stood up, making several young men think that this was a fairy descended from the sky, and they all stopped.

When Ji Ping saw clearly the person who came, she had a beautiful face and fragrant hair, and it was Princess Ning'an. He immediately put on a flattering smile and said, "Princess, where did you come from?

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Fuying knew that he was naughty, so she shook her head helplessly, glanced at the seriously injured slave, his feet were numb, and he was walking very slowly, and asked Ji Ping: "Why do you want to bully him like this?"

Ji Ping looked a little embarrassed and hurriedly explained: "It was his fault first."

The girl looked at the miserable appearance of the little slave again, and couldn't help but said: "Even if he made a mistake, if you reprimand him a few words, the most serious thing is to leave it to Jing Zhaoyin to deal with. Why should we use lynching to humiliate people for nothing?

Ji Ping jumped to his feet anxiously and subconsciously said: "Princess, look at the scar on my head. This little slave deliberately hit me with a stone!"

Fuying glanced at the small wound on the young man's forehead. There was some blood. She was a little surprised that this little slave who looked so obedient would make the first move, so she couldn't help but look at him.

His hair was messy, and blood mixed with mud was dripping from his forehead. Long blood lines pulled at the wound that made his scalp numb. He lowered his head, his cheeks were hidden in the dark, and his expression could not be discerned.

The bulging, faintly beating blue pulse in his neck betrayed him that it must be extremely painful.

But when she really got closer to him, that suppressed grunt was swallowed hard by him. She was quiet and docile than that little furry beast, and she didn't want to cause trouble for her master.

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She bent down slightly and asked, "Is what he said true?"

Xiaonu didn't look up, just nodded.

I helped Ying straighten up, and the numbness in her feet was gone.

Now Ji Ping was very proud: "Princess, you have wronged me, remember to bring me the hibiscus cake from the palace next time!"

But beating someone like this was because of a guilty conscience. If his father found out, he would inevitably get beaten severely, so he simply ran away. No, he returned the favor and took his companions to flee the scene quickly.

Pei Yan subconsciously looked at the well-dressed young men, and the darkness in his eyes became even darker.

Then, he stared at the embroidered shoe tips stained with mud in front of him, and the girl's voice came into his ears: "Naughty little slave, why do you want to provoke others first?"

Pei Yan raised his head cautiously, and stared at the noble and beautiful girl with a pair of phoenix eyes. The begonias behind her were full of fragrant jade, and the hibiscus was unparalleled.

But compared with her outstanding appearance, when everyone looks at her, the color of the world is like dust.

Then, without any hesitation, he picked up the whip that was still stained with blood on the ground. Like a god kneeling on his back, he offered the sharp weapon to whip himself with both hands.

Her voice was hoarse, like a layer of sandpaper. As soon as she spoke, the sweet blood surged up one after another, until it boiled and begged her.

"Slave, please give me a whip from Your Highness the Princess."

Fuying frowned slightly in confusion, what does this mean?

Pei Yan noticed that the tip of the shoe took a few steps back and hurriedly explained: "Your Highness, they were the ones who scolded the slave's mother first. The slave couldn't hold it back for a moment, so he threw a pebble. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a stone.

Wulangjun was injured."

So that’s it, it’s human nature to be eager to protect one’s mother, and it’s understandable, Fuying thought subconsciously.

But looking back at the young man, he knelt in front of her as low as dust, raised the whip in his hand higher, and looked at her eagerly. His eyes were astonishingly bright. It was no exaggeration. That was what she saw.

The most beautiful eyes I have ever had.

In anticipation, with a pitiful look, the divine light flowing in her pupils was extremely bright. It reminded her of the begonia-dropped emerald beads and jasper steps that her father had given her the year before last. These eyes were the ones hanging on her head.

The jade-colored beads are swaying and cannot be held.

It looks a bit familiar inexplicably. Have you seen it somewhere?

But he was really dirty, with mud and blood all over his body. Fuying had never seen anyone dirtier than him.

"You can go away. I won't punish you. It's over for today." The girl was born pure and kind, so naturally she would not embarrass him.

Pei Yan knew it very well, but suddenly he knelt down and took two steps eagerly. His voice was uneasy and frightening: "Your Highness, if you don't punish me, I will die! After today, if you are not here, Lord Wulang will beat him to death."

Slave!"

No wonder, Fuying had never seen anyone asking for whipping before. Now that she understood, she still said: "I won't punish you, but you can rest assured that Mr. Ji Xiaolang will not bully you again in the future. I will work with him."

Explain clearly."

At this moment, the little slave finally threw down the whip in his hand, but anxiously grabbed the dead leaves scattered on the roadside, and wiped them hard on his dirty cheeks a few times, finally revealing his true colors.

Pale skin and facial features are gradually revealed.

Fuying stared at it for a while, feeling familiar, but still searching in her mind to no avail, so she was about to turn around and leave, when she heard the little slave calling her in a hurry.

"Your Highness the Princess!"

"Huh?" The girl turned around in confusion.

"You, don't you remember me?" Xiao Nu asked cautiously, with expectation flashing in his eyes.

Fuying's eyes moved slightly, she saw so many slaves every day, it was impossible to recognize every one of them, so she frowned slightly and thought.

"Your Highness saved the slave in front of Da Ci'en Temple. Your Highness, Your Highness has forgotten?"

As soon as these words came out, the memory came back instantly, and the girl smiled: "So it's you, why do you look like this every time I see you, covered in blood and miserable?"

Pei Yan smiled in embarrassment and kowtowed solemnly: "Your Highness, I beg you to protect me."

The meaning of these words is self-evident, but Fuying just said softly: "There are enough people around me, so staying in this auxiliary mansion is also a good job."

When the words fell, the girl had slowly left, taking with her the fragrance of hibiscus flowers.

Rejected by...

Pei Yan looked at that delicate figure with some nostalgia. Sure enough, it was not a golden branch that he could climb up high, but the darkness in the young man's eyes came like a surge.

With the sound of "kick, kick, kick" footsteps, the little attendant who had been hiding in the dark and dared not come out ran over. He helped the young man covered in blood and couldn't help but said: "Brother Yan, are you feeling dizzy today? On weekdays?

I turned a blind eye to Wu Xiaolang's curses and insults, and it was over after a while. How dare you fight back today?"

"I'll take you to apply some medicine. You can't be so reckless next time. We can't offend those noble people!"
Chapter completed!