Xiao Tao looked at the young master who was still indignantly trying to use various words to prove that his point of view was correct. She couldn't help but feel sympathy in her eyes.
And just because he saw the sympathy in Xiao Tao's eyes, Zhao Rong's original angry mood slowly cooled down. It turned out that in his mouth, those things that were taken for granted were no longer said outright and confidently like just now.
, but his speaking voice became lower and slower. In the end, his hands and feet became a little stiff, and his whole body seemed to be frozen there, not knowing what to say.
As if looking at Xiao Tao's gaze, Zhao Rong felt that he had never been as embarrassed as he was now since he was a child. He seemed to have been stripped of his clothes and stood naked in front of a group of people.
He was angry in his heart, wishing for a voice to roar loudly, but his tongue was so stiff that he could no longer say any words. He was filled with resentment just now, and wanted to use those words to prove the error in Xiao Tao's words.
, I want to prove that what I say and what I think is correct.
But all of this, now under Xiao Tao's peculiar gaze, seemed to have become unimportant. Zhao Rong felt that just now he was like a person struggling to die, or like a drowning person casually holding a hand.
A straw. But in fact, I knew very well in my heart that it was impossible for me to be rescued when there was a lot of chaos all around. But I was longing for it in my heart, and I was very unwilling to believe that I had fallen into a desperate situation.
Therefore, although Zhao Rong felt that his whole body was stiff and he could not move his tongue to speak, he still stubbornly opened his eyes wide and looked at Xiao Tao stubbornly, not wanting to admit that there was anything wrong with what he just said.
Seeing the young master looking at him so stubbornly, Xiao Tao felt even more heartbroken. His eyes were a little wet, but he still had a hard heart and must speak clearly what he said.
"Master, the two young masters from the palace have sent me a message. According to them, they feel that the old lady's attitude towards the young master is still a bit strange. After all, if they only care about the young master's daily life, then even if they need me to report everything, they
Nor will I call the young master over when he is not under any threat and correct every move of the young master in a strict manner."
I thought of the scene where the young master would be called over by the old lady, who would point out the wrong things in his behavior and speech, and strictly require him to make corrections.
Xiao Tao has seen this many times before, but now she thinks about it, how could she be so insensitive before? She had never felt sorry for the young master who was being treated unfairly at such a young age. How could she be so insensitive at that time?
He also took pleasure in his misfortune and felt that it was natural for the young master to receive such treatment.
Now that I think about it, Xiao Tao wonders whether the past self was under some evil spell, so that what he saw with his eyes and what he felt mentally was wrong. It was as if he had a thread firmly attached to him.
It involves myself and directs my every move, but I completely lose my thoughts and feelings.
Now was not the time for him to feel uncomfortable. Xiao Taoqiang picked up his energy and continued: "Young master, you should still remember that there were many times when the master and his wife called you over just because the young master said something inappropriate or punished someone.
The behavior of a servant is inappropriate. It's just a trivial matter, so you will be called over by the master and his wife, and you will be lectured for a long time. And..."
"Enough!"
Before Xiao Tao could finish speaking, Zhao Rong interrupted Xiao Tao loudly. At this time, he felt that his tongue was so hard that he could no longer bend it. But when he interrupted Xiao Tao loudly, it was clearly him who spoke, but now he seemed to be divided into
Now, there are two completely independent individuals. One is still looking at the situation in front of him in disbelief, but the other has begun to analyze it rationally.
But no matter what, there is always a voice in my heart saying: Yes, just like Xiaotao said, it is like this. Whose parents would punish a servant just because they just said a random word that was not in line with the rules?
You have to take yourself there and receive a half-day education. Your parents have been strict with yourself since you were a few years old.
No one has ever talked to me about this before. Everyone who serves me, the most talked about is how much the master and his wife care about and value me. No one has ever raised any objections to what my wife has decided.
No one would think that the madam would give such an order out of other thoughts. Everyone felt that this was the madam's love for the young master.
There seemed to be a voice in Zhao Rong's heart asking himself: Do you really feel this way? Have you never complained, or have you never felt anything strange? You don't dare to admit it! If you admit it,
, then what are you going to say? Even your father and mother are not willing to love you. How pathetic you are
Yeah, look at the frightened sympathy and pity in Xiaotao's eyes. Yes, you are such a pitiful person. No one cares about you, no one loves you. The so-called care and love, those
It's just an excuse. It's just an excuse to monitor you. Who would care about and love you like you?
Now Zhao Rong's heart is in chaos. The voice keeps echoing in his heart, attacking his reason again and again, making him so angry that he wants to go crazy and destroy everything in front of him. But his whole figure seems to be
He was frozen, no matter how much he tried to break free from the cage, there was no reaction at all. At this time, all he could do was to maintain the stubborn stare at Xiaotao, and no other movements.
Or words.
It seemed that the loud sound that interrupted Xiao Tao just now was not made by Zhao Rong at all. Seeing him like this, Xiao Tao was a little at a loss. He had imagined that after his young master heard what he said, he would
He might be sad, he might be angry, but he didn't expect that his young master would look so completely broken.
The young master neither uttered a word nor cried, and even except for a loud stop, he did not utter any words. But seeing this reaction of his young master, Xiao Tao became even more worried about his young master.