In Shou'an Hall, Chu Wunian was kneeling on the ground copying scriptures, she was afraid that Xiao Shi would see that she could write, so she didn't dare to copy too fast, she lowered her head, looked focused, and pressed word by word according to the Buddhist scriptures.

After kneeling for three days in a row, her knees already had a faint pain, but fortunately, she had knelt a lot in the hidden court before, and she would still be able to withstand it.

It's just that on her forehead, she can't help but ooze cold sweat, she lifts her sleeves and wipes off the beads of sweat that almost drip onto the scriptures.

It's dangerous.

His lips moved, and he let out a long breath.

"Old lady, it's been three days, and I haven't even moved a step." Mama Cui stood behind Xiao and whispered.

"How resilient is it?"

Shaw sat in a wheelchair and twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Look, it's a good boy who is careful and persistent." There was a touch of sympathy in Cui's eyes.

Xiao's eyebrows also softened a little, but when she thought of Lin Chuyin, who came to her last time to cry, her eyebrows turned cold, "It's a pity to be such a good child." ”

Cui Mama sighed secretly and pushed her away from the door, and the next moment, several house slaves poured into Shou'an Hall and pulled out Chu Wunian, who was kneeling on the ground.

The pen in her hand fell on the rice paper, blurring a touch of ink, and ruining the scriptures she was about to finish, "I'm almost done!" She cried out in frustration, her eyes still resting on the ruined text.

Mama Cui stepped forward with a long ruler, and her voice was cold, "The hour has come, you haven't finished copying the scriptures, you should follow the rules of the government." After speaking, the long ruler in his hand "Smack!" The ground fell into her palm with a thud.

A red mark immediately appeared in the palm of the white hand, and tears appeared in Chu Wunian's eyes.

"House rules, government rules should go to the torture room!" She struggled twice, raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at Xiao Shi, her face full of stubbornness.

"If I say that the rules should be enforced, the rules should be enforced." Xiao Shi looked at her with a cold look in his eyes.

Gritting his teeth, Chu Wunian only looked at her fixedly, but did not show a trace of resentment. Cui's long ruler fell into her hand again, and she only bit her lip tightly and did not make a single scream.

Tears mixed with the sound of the long ruler slapping fell in bursts, until blood oozed from the palm of her hand, and Mama Cui stopped.

"When you go back, you can sue the prince." Xiao Shi stared at her, and said with a cold face.

"No, it's a fact that the slave didn't finish copying the scriptures, and the old lady punished him right." She blinked her tear-soaked eyelashes, and two more tears fell.

Xiao squinted, he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

He knelt and knelt, and he was beaten, but this man had no resentment, and he did not have the cowardice that a slave should have.

Mama Cui motioned to her house slave for a glance before they let go.

As soon as his body loosened, Chu Wunian glanced down at the bloodstained hand, wiped the shirt on his knees, took out a bag of flattened things from his chest, and handed it forward, "This is the Poria cake that the prince bought for the old lady that day, the prince respects the old lady, and I hope the old lady will not brush him off a piece of filial piety." ”

She lowered her head and held the crushed Poria cake to the top of her head.

Xiao Shi was slightly stunned, her eyebrows softened, and the Buddhist beads in her hand didn't turn, but she felt that the person in front of her suddenly made her feel a little distressed.

Mama Cui saw her expression, took the Poria cake in Chu Wunian's hand, and said, "Go back." ”

"Old Madam Xie."

The man put his hands on the ground, bowed, gritted his teeth, stood up, and staggered out of her yard.

She stretched out her hand to Mama Cui, Mama Cui understood, put the thing in her hand into her palm, she looked at the thing in her palm, and something slowly grew in her cold eyes, called soft.

Just when Zhao Zhixun was so upset that he couldn't read the papers, and Qin Tian and Yutang were about to be frozen into dry corpses, Chu Wunian stepped into the door of the Qilin Courtyard.

"Miss Wunian!"

As if grasping a life-saving straw, the two ran forward to help her.

Almost at the same moment, the man in the room heard the sound and threw down the paperwork in his hand, and when he was about to stand up, he frowned, leaned back in his chair, and had to wait for someone to inform him before he went out.

Picking up the paperwork on the table, he looked at it upright.

But wait, wait, wait, I don't know how long I waited, anyway, it was like a year, and none of the two who had no conscience came to inform him.

"Miss Wunian!"

There was another exclamation outside, this time louder.

In an instant, the man who was still reading the paperwork in the room a moment ago had already come to the door, and the result was that the man almost fell.

He snorted softly and turned his back, but he almost fell.

His brow furrowed, wait, how did he seem to see blood?

When he turned around again, he saw that the man's clothes and palms were full of blood, and his kneecaps were swollen.

Seeing his suddenly sinking expression, Chu Wunian smiled at him, his eyebrows curved into the shape of a crescent moon, "I'm fine, I told you not to worry, the old lady doesn't hold a grudge against me anymore, just now she is still smiling at me!" ”

There was no pain on the man's face, but he was still chattering proudly in front of him.

"Shut up."

Zhao Zhixun stepped forward and glared at her, and the next moment, she felt dizzy in heaven and earth, and when her eyes settled, the person was already lying in his arms.

"Hey, no, no, no!"

Chu Wunian panicked, his legs kept stirring.

"Do you want this leg?" Zhao Zhixun's face was cold, and he was so swollen that he knelt like Sima Xiu's, and he dared to make such a fuss.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Chu Wunian nodded hurriedly, and immediately stopped struggling.

"Huh————"

Qin Tian and Yutang were stunned for a while at first, and the next moment they made this sound in unison, and the two of them shook off the goosebumps on their bodies, one ran to call the Taifu, and the other ran to serve water.

"What did the old lady tell you to do?"

Zhao Zhixun put her on the tea couch and let her lean on, but the husband had not yet come, and the water had not yet arrived, so he could only lift her shirt first and check the injury on her knee.

At first glance, I knew that I had been kneeling for a short time.

"I didn't do anything, I just copied the scriptures." She whispered back, sighing heavily at the thought of the ruined scriptures.

Hearing this heavy sigh, Zhao Zhixun glanced at her, "It seems that the punishment is light, it's okay, next time the master will be punished heavily." ”

That being said, he blew her palm.

"No, no, no." Chu Wunian shook his head, and then there was a little regret in his blue eyes, "It's a pity that the slave is about to finish copying the scriptures." ”

Tilting her head, she said thoughtfully: "I don't know who Fu'er is in the old lady's mouth?" ”

Zhao Zhixun raised his eyebrows slightly, but ignored her.