Qianzun called indifferently, and someone immediately pushed the door open and walked in. It was Xiaokong.
Xiaokong knew early on that Qian Zun would not tolerate this woman because she was too arrogant.
"Young Master, what are your orders?"
Xiaokong glanced indifferently at Zhang Luoyue on the ground, secretly amazed in her heart that the woman had not completely died, she just fainted and her breathing was a little unsteady.
The young master didn’t kill her?[
Qianzun glanced at him indifferently. In any case, Xiaokong and Qianzun have very similar personalities. This is probably the case for people raised in this valley.
"Take her down and let the maid deal with her wounds."
After listening to Qianzun's words, Xiaokong's expression was slightly shocked, but he instantly returned to his normal expression, stepped forward, picked up the woman, and retreated silently.
Maybe, as the man said, the young master will change.
****
The hazy sunshine passed through the clouds and shone warmly on the window of the small pavilion.
Zhang Luoyue woke up and opened her eyes hazily, only to see a maid standing aside and looking at her coldly.
"I didn't expect that the young master didn't kill you, so you're lucky. The food is on the table, come on your own." The maid said a few words coldly, then walked away.
What are you talking about?
Zhang Luoyue only felt that the palms of her hands were still hurting, and her butt, the back of her head, and her back were also aching. It seemed that the injury was not serious. Of course, she must have been injured by those ceramic shards at that time.
She tried to sit up. Although it hurt, her stomach was empty and she was very hungry.
On the table were a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and a bowl of cold meat porridge, which was light and light.
Zhang Luoyue sat down. Although her palms still hurt, it didn't hinder much of her eating movements. Of course, it would be better if a maid came to feed her.
But the people here are as cold as a piece of ice.
After finishing breakfast, Zhang Luoyue looked around and found that this was obviously not the pavilion he went to yesterday.
Thinking of Qian Zun's murderous eyes and the invisible power that attacked her, she couldn't help but take a cold breath.
"God! Who did I meet? It's better now. Thank God for being able to get out alive!" Zhang Luoyue smiled bitterly, stretched out her hand and blew carefully, but she wasn't too impatient.