Mu Yanqin walked over and stood in front of him with a domineering posture, "Fourth brother has difficulty moving, and Ruan Zhong is a big man, so taking care of him is a bit careless. Fourth brother still needs a delicate person by his side.
"
Although Ruan Zhong, a man in gray clothes, had the same lifeless face as his master, his brows trembled slightly. Only Mu Youzhi remained so lonely that there was no disturbance at all.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Mu Yanqin continued, "So, Ninth Brother will give that woman to Fourth Brother as a maid." He pointed his finger at Yitong, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, with a strange smile, "How do you say this?
, Her life today was also saved by Fourth Brother, and it is only natural that she should be given to Fourth Brother."
Muyouzhi continued to walk forward as if he didn't hear anything.
Seeing that he was about to hit him, Mu Yanqin had to step aside with a gloomy expression and watched him step into the carriage. Ruan Zhong also said nothing. After serving his master, he walked around to the front of the carriage and jumped
Get in the car, raise the whip, "Drive!"
What a pair of arrogant master and servant.
Mu Yanqin stared at the direction of the carriage Juechen and smiled unpredictablely, "Come here, send someone to send her to the Fourth Prince's Mansion. Then let the news out, saying that Chu You escaped from the Prince's Mansion and went to find the Fourth Brother."
"yes!"
For Yitong, she has no time to think about the whole thing. Now, nothing is more important than saving her life. Not to mention working as a maid for the ancient people, just as a coolie, as long as she can save one life, then she is one in a thousand.
All willing.
The Four Princes' Mansion.
She was still wearing a dirty and smelly white middle coat that she didn't know where it came from, and her bare feet were covered in mud. Her short hair, which was only above her ears, had become as long as her waist, and was disheveled.
.
Standing in the spotless luxurious hall, Yi Tong looked around, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
No matter what, she has to live. No matter where she is.
"Come here."
A hunchbacked old man suddenly appeared at the door. He stood there quietly, with gray eyebrows and beard, his eyes were cloudy, and he spoke weakly, as if he would jump into the coffin at any time.
"Call me?" Yitong walked over slowly.
The old man raised his head and glanced at her, "Nonsense, you are the only living person in there. If I didn't call you a ghost, would you be called a ghost?"
Yitong raised her eyebrows, this old man really spoke with personality.
"I didn't ask." She wisely chose to shut up.
Seeing the footprints on the plush carpet in the room, the old man frowned and said, "Take the carpet and throw it away."