The more An Yi thought about it, the more angry he felt, and in the end, he directly swept away the things on the ground.

This look frightened the little guy who just broke in.

He fell to his knees, "Great... My lord. ”

"I said, why are you kneeling on the ground if you're fine? It's imagining how vicious other people are announcing how vicious I am. Take down people at every turn and get angry? An Yi kicked the little guy as hard as if he had found a punching bag.

The poor little guy was kicked without doing anything, and the grievances in his heart can be imagined.

thinks that he is also the steward of the kitchen of the Taishou Mansion, and when others see him, they have to respectfully greet him, and even the former Taishou respects him for three points.

If the man who didn't have a long eye bullied him, he had to let that person and his master experience the fate of eating vegetables and rice bran for three days.

Saying this is enough to show how much power he has.

In fact, the master of this Taishou Mansion is afraid of him, not because this slave has much ability. But Chu Zhen is a playboy, simply put, a special flowery person.

To put it simply, most of the aunts in Taishou Mansion have only been spoiled once, and then they are thrown aside to spoil newcomers.

Most of those aunts were married by Chu Zhenqiang, and they could only marry him as a concubine if they lost their innocence. It's just that after marrying him as a concubine, you have to stay alive and widowed, and you have to endure unfair treatment from the people in the house.

Some capable aunts used silver to buy off the stewards in exchange for a few good meals and meals.

Over time, the kitchen became the place where the most oil and water flowed. In order to enter the kitchen, the subordinates of the aunt who died because of depression gave this little guy a large sum of silver in exchange for the opportunity to do chores in the kitchen.

Thinking of this, the little guy's fist clenched, but it quickly loosened.

An Yi has a special identity and can't do it openly, so he can only drug the food he gives him every day and let him die slowly.

"What are you doing standing stupidly?" An Yi saw people like this, and he was even more angry, "This official has a sore shoulder, come and help me massage." ”

"Yes."

The little guy pulled out a smile, walked behind An Yi respectfully, and rubbed his shoulders.

"My lord, how do you feel?"

This person is a person in the kitchen, and the ability of massage is naturally inferior to those who are professional.

Sure enough, it was just a moment of effort, and An's face was red and white.

"You can't do anything like this, what's the use of you, don't get out of here."

"Minions, get out."

After hearing this, the little guy breathed a sigh of relief, and he hurriedly retreated.

"You can't do anything at all, what do you do as a slave, be the master?"

After the little guy walked away, An Yi was still scolding, and this scolding was until Fushun came back.

Fu Shun listened, dispelled the idea of knocking on the door, and stood at the door instead.

He grabbed a small guy casually, "What happened just now, what happened to my family?" ”

Three black lines appeared on the little servant's forehead, and he said tremblingly, "The slave doesn't know what's going on, and as soon as the slave comes back, he hears Lord An angry, and he doesn't say anything when he asks others." ”

"I see." Fu Shun frowned, "You go and go about your own business." ”

After Fushun finished speaking, he was about to go back to his house, but before he could take a few steps, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the little guy.

Why is this man like this?

Fu Shun frowned with a little displeasure, "What's the matter?" ”

"The minion wants to change to another yard to work." The little guy looked at him tangledly, "You also know that Master An has a strange temper, and he will take us as slaves at every turn. The minions are here, and they're really fed up. ”

"Ugh." Fushun also understood the pain of the little guy, so he happily agreed to what the little guy said.

"Which yard do you want to go to?"

"Lord Nalan." The little guy said.

"Nalan Qian?" Fu Shun said, "Nalan Qian and adults have always been at odds with each other, if you go there, the adults will definitely be very happy." It's just..."

"Just how?" The little guy looked at him anxiously, "Fushun Gongzi, you should say it quickly." ”

Fu Shun saw his anxious appearance, and he didn't hide it.

"It's just that you are from Withered Butterfly Xuan after all, it's hard to say how Nalan Qian will treat you, if you are beaten to death, don't come here to cry."

Fushun's rhetoric is really a bit exaggerated.

Although Nalan Qian doesn't like An Yi, he will never vent his resentment in the hands of innocent people.

"No, it won't." The little guy shook his head like a rattle, "Lord Nalan is terrifying, and it can't compare to Lord An." The slave goes there to serve, and if he is killed, it is also the life of the slave. ”

"Now that you're ready, go and beg your lord." Fu Shun said, letting go of the hand that was holding his sleeve, "As a colleague, I advise you, hurry up and beg him while the adult is not finished getting angry, if he is out of fire and learns that you want to change jobs, it is estimated that he will beat you to death, and then send your body to the withered butterfly Xuan." ”

With that, he walked away.

The little guy looked at Fushun's back, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. He looked back at the courtyard and arrived.

"I'm finally able to get out of here."

The words landed, and he walked into the house.

He knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "The slave wants to be transferred to Lord Nalan, and I hope that Lord Nalan will allow it." ”

"Go to Withered Butterfly Xuan?" Hearing what the little guy said, An Yi stopped the movement in his hand.

"Is it because I'm not good here or do you dislike staying with me and have no future, so go to Nalan Qian to please others?"

The little guy bowed his head and didn't say anything.

Seeing that the little guy was like this, An Yi strengthened his thoughts in his heart, he wanted to kill this traitorous guy.

But his eyes rolled with a grunt, and he thought about it.

"If you want to go to the Withered Butterfly Xuan, then go ahead, Nalan Qian and I are not in harmony, and everyone knows it. If you go there to work, if you do something bad, and you are reprimanded by the people of Nalan Qian, and then you are punished, or you are beaten to death, don't come here and cry. You know, the people I hate most are traitors. If you come, maybe you can go to the Hades Palace to report. An Yi's eyes flashed a hint of fierceness, "Pack up your things and get out!" ”

If it is really a master and servant, the personalities are exactly the same.

The little guy sneered.

Hearing what An Yi said, the little guy kowtowed again.

"Take care, sir, the slave retires."

As he spoke, he left the place without looking back.

Withered Butterfly Xuan.

Nalan Qian was painting in the study, and at this moment, Qing Xun walked in.

Nalan Qian raised his head and asked softly.

"What's wrong?"

"There was a man kneeling at the door, and the man said that he had been kicked out by An Yi and wanted to ask the adults to take him in."

"Take in?" The corners of Nalan Qian's mouth raised a playful smile, "What are his original words?" ”

"He couldn't stand it when he said that An Yi beat and scolded his subordinates at every turn, so he begged him to let himself go and let him come here to serve."

"Oh?" Nalan Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's really hard to be sorry for those little guys who are waiting there for An Yi." ”