Bi Zhu lowered her head and noticed that Su Juren was not moving, so she carefully raised her eyelids and looked at him.
Su Juren glanced at her, looked away, and continued reading.
Bizhu hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to say: "But sir, Lianping is different from those people in Back Mountain. She used to treat the people in Back Mountain badly. If she goes to Back Mountain now, those people there who have no education and bad manners will
The rude servants, women, and slaves have to take it out on her."
"Yeah," Su Juren nodded, "but what does it have to do with me."
"Sir, your weight in Bian Erlang's heart is different."
Su Juren smiled and raised his hand to turn the page.
Bi Zhu looked at his expression and was unsure for a moment. She paused and continued: "The eldest lady gives way to Bian Erlang in everything, but Bian Erlang can only listen to Mr. Jin's words now. If Mr. Bian Erlang takes the initiative to ask
He will definitely agree to this."
Su Juren said nothing and turned another page of the book.
"Sir," Bizhu stepped forward and said, "This is a life-saving matter. All you have to do is open your mouth."
"Yeah." Su Juren responded.
Bizhu has a gentle temperament and has never been nosy. However, she is so active this time. It seems that she has a good relationship with Lianping.
In Su Juren's eyes, Lianping was a unruly and aggressive master. He had seen her bullying and scolding the servants in the back mountain many times.
The most impressive time was around the beginning of last year, when Su Ju came back from the mountain and saw Lianping taking Liu Sanniang to hide behind the hillside and planning to let Liu Sanniang kill two little slaves.
Not two days later, I heard from Bizhu that two more people had died in the backyard.
Compared to now, dead people were no big deal back then. Back then, Bian Baye and his friends had a good "harvest" and could bring back a bunch of people every half a month.
But human life is human life after all, how can it be treated lightly.
"Sir?" After seeing Su Juren's hum, Bizhu stopped expressing his position and called out again impatiently.
After a long time, Su Ju finally said warmly: "Bizhu, please go down."
Seeing that Su Juren's complexion had improved a little, Bizhu gained some confidence: "Sir, what about Lianping?"
"Go down," Su Juren looked at her, "I'll read a book by myself for a while."
Bizhu paused slightly and nodded: "Okay, Bizhu is waiting over there. If sir, you want to help Lianping, just call me."
Su Juren laughed: "If you don't help Lianping, I won't be able to call you."
"Bizhu doesn't mean that." Bizhu said, turned around and left angrily.
"When you are close, you are not inferior; when you are far, you are resentful." Su Juren looked at Bizhu's back and sighed.
After saying that, Su Juren frowned again.
"Just now Bizhu said that Bian Yuanfeng went to the mountain?" He whispered to himself, "What did he go to the mountain for?"
As he said that, he turned his head and looked up at the sky over there.
"Master, wait for me."
The boy followed Bian Yuanfeng, with his hands on his lower back, panting and looking at Bian Yuanfeng, who was walking in front of him very tiredly, but his steps were not slowing down.
Bian Yuanfeng grasped the long grass on the side of the road and took advantage of his strength to take a big step up, further widening the distance.
The mountain wind became stronger, and large black clouds drifted from the sky.
The boy took a look and shouted: "Master, it might rain!"
Bian Yuanfeng didn't even look back and continued to stride forward.
The boy let out a painful ouch, took a breath, and chased after him again.
There are slices of wild apricots on the mountain, ranging from light to deep red and white. The wind blows through the flower branches, competing to be the first to rustle.
The weeds on their way up the mountain were high, and flower petals occasionally floated by, but they only care about a few scattered ones without stepping on them, which really lacked a lot of interest for Bian Yuanfeng.
But it definitely had a lot more charm than traveling at night. This was a beauty he had never noticed before.
He held a pen and paper in his hand, dressed in a green shirt, and strode forward. Finally, he pushed aside the harshest bushes and saw the clouds were high and the hills were far away, and the sky and the earth were wider than when he came last night.
"call……"
Bian Yuanfeng let out a long breath, exhausted.
"Young Master," the young man said, still chasing far behind, "Young Master."
"What's the fuss about?" Bian Yuanfeng regained some strength this time and shouted back.
Xia Zhaoyi was still sitting there. Hearing the movement, he turned to look.
Bian Yuanfeng took a deep breath and said: "You come up slowly first, I'll go over there."
"Master!" the young man shouted in surprise, "don't wander around."
Bian Yuanfeng had already strode away.
The wind got stronger and stronger, and his green shirt was blown away. His bun had been messed up while climbing, and now it was completely ruined.
The hairband floated far away, and the black hair fell on the shoulders, and then was lifted up by the mountain wind, flying behind.
The quality of his hair is the same as that of Mrs. Bian, thick and dense, soft and smooth. Even in such a strong wind, his hair does not become messy.
Bian Yuanfeng walked towards the source over there. There were many small lakes and rivers on the top of the mountain, and there was a high mountain further away, stretching to the horizon. There should be a larger water storage lake there.
Xia Zhaoyi withdrew his gaze and looked back at the mountains in front of him.
She recognized this person. The young boy on the first night was probably the Bian Yuanfeng mentioned by the servants and Lian Ping.
After a pause, she leaned down on the tree trunk, walked to the other side, and hid herself deeper in the cemetery.
She had to rest after a tiring night, and she had just heard him talking to people over there. She didn't know how many people there were, so it was always right to avoid them for the time being.
"Master."
The boy finally hurried forward and caught up with Bian Yuanfeng beside the river.
Bian Yuanfeng sat on a square stone with one leg spread out on a higher stone, looking up at the wooden railings and iron nails in the distance.
It felt even more majestic and long at night, and now during the day, it extends directly to the foothills over there along with the waterway.
"I thought this was the source." Bian Yuanfeng said.
The boy who just arrived was a little confused: "Huh?"
"I've really seen it," Bian Yuanfeng said angrily, "but I can't remember it."
"Master, let's go back and ask Mr. Su," the boy said weakly.
"Do you think he would say that?"
Bian Yuanfeng snorted coldly, lowered his head, directly dipped the pen in his mouth with saliva, spread out the paper and prepared to draw, but found that the paper in his hand had been soaked by the dew on the vegetation along the road, and was dotted with bright green.
It hurts.
He frowned, becoming even more irritable: "Go down and get a stack for me!"
"ah……"
The boy was shocked and frightened, and let out a very long and soft cry.
"Are you a boy or a girl?" Bian Yuanfeng stretched out his foot and kicked her away, "It's a weird yin and yang thing. If it doesn't go away, it won't go away. Why are you making such weird noises?"
The boy hurriedly avoided it, but was still kicked. He stretched out his hand to rub it and said aggrievedly: "Master, this road is not easy to walk. I lost half my life when I came up. If I go down or come up again, I will die here."
"Death here? Then you deserve it." Bian Yuanfeng said.
Those who died here are all ancestors of his Bian family.
He looked at the wooden poles and nails in the distance, then lowered his head and drew on the dirty paper.
After drawing two strokes, Bian Yuanfeng raised his head and shouted: "Come here."
The boy sighed softly, walked over, squatted down in front of him, and lifted his back.
Bian Yuanfeng spread the paper on his back, and then he felt it was easier to draw.
