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After learning that it was not the eunuch and He Jin who joined forces, Sun Jian, who was full of doubts, breathed a sigh of relief, but He Jin, he was still not afraid.

"Yang'er, is the news reliable?" Sun Jian, who was still a little uncertain, asked.

"Father, there shouldn't be anything wrong with this news, because the eunuch behind the scenes is Zhao Zhong, and father, you also know that it is impossible for him and He Jin to cooperate."

"Hmm." Sun Jian nodded, the contradiction between Zhao Zhong and He Jin is almost everyone's end, they don't calculate each other, it's good, there will be no cooperation at all!

"Okay, Yang'er, you're tired today, let's go down and rest first." Sun Jian waved his hand tiredly, even when he was fighting, he had never been so tired, and now he finally understood what his teacher Zhu Jun often said: The enemy is not terrible, what is terrible is his own person who stabs in the back!

"No!"

Sun Yang saluted and went out of his father's room......

The moonlight is in the sky, and the cold weather in the north still makes Sun Yang, who has lived in the south for several years, a little unbearable.

"Hiss......", a cold wind blew, and Sun Yang, who was walking back to his room, couldn't help but shiver, and his steps couldn't help but speed up.

"Bang dang!" Sun Yang, who entered his room, slammed the door shut.

Sun Yang, who lit the oil lamp ...... "Huh", breathed a long sigh of relief, the "demon wind" just now had chilled him down.

Although he was already in the sheltered room, but the weather was like this, Sun Yang was still shivering a little from the cold, looking at the charcoal stove on the ground, Sun Yang had some ideas.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that burning charcoal in a closed room is tantamount to suicide!

Carbon monoxide isn't that easy to suck! Sun Yang wanted to burn charcoal for warmth, but what he couldn't stand the most was the smell of this charcoal, which smelled bad!

After thinking about it again, Sun Yang still didn't light the charcoal stove, he could still lie on the bed to keep warm when it was cold, but he couldn't stand the smell of charcoal, he was a southerner in his past and present life, of course he wouldn't get used to it.

"Childe, did you sleep?"

Sun Yang, who was reading a book under the oil lamp under the quilt, suddenly heard a lively voice outside the door.

"Who?" Sun Yang shouted out of the door, the bed had just been warmed up a little by him, and Sun Yang didn't want to get out of bed.

"Childe, it's a slave." The voice outside the door trembled slightly.

It turned out to be the new little maid, didn't she know that she didn't like someone to disturb him at night?

Originally, he wanted to ask the little maid to leave by herself, but Sun Yang was still moved by compassion, he knew that if he did this, it would hurt the little maid's self-esteem very much, so he reluctantly got up and put on his coat to open the door for the little maid.

When the door was opened, the little maid with a basin of steaming water rushed in, put the basin beside the bed, and prepared to approach the charcoal stove, but found that the charcoal stove was not burning.

The little maid turned her head and looked at Sun Yang with a look of disbelief, "Childe, in such a cold weather, why don't you burn charcoal?" ”

Sun Yang closed the door, looked at the little maid who was red from the cold, and smiled, "Whether I burn the stove or not, it seems that it has nothing to do with you, right?" Is there anything wrong with you coming to my room so late? ”

Hearing Sun Yang's words, the little maid rolled her eyes, lowered her head again, pointed to the basin next to the bed and said, "Slave maid, slave maid is to bring you footwashing water for your son." ”

Sun Yang looked at the hot water basin, and was still a little moved in his heart, it was still good to be able to take the initiative to send him a hot water basin in such a cold weather.

"Well, I see, thank you." Sun Yang's tone softened a lot.

The little maid glanced up at Sun Yang, and quickly lowered it again, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth......

"Whew!" After Sun Yang put his feet into the hot water basin, the right temperature made him can't help but cry out comfortably, and the coldness of his body seemed to be driven away for a moment.

"What are you doing!" Sun Yang, who was enjoying with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a trace of weakness gripping his feet, and hurriedly opened his eyes to see that it was the little maid squatting by the hot water basin, grabbing Sun Yang's feet with one hand, and pouring hot water with the other.

Hearing Sun Yang's words, the little maid raised her head and stared at Sun Yang who was a little flustered with big innocent eyes, "The slave maid is helping the son wash his feet." ”

Sun Yang retracted his feet, and there was a hint of blush on his face, "No need, you go down first, I'll just wash it myself." ”

"Does Childe dislike slaves?" The little maid's hand in the air didn't know where to put it, and her face suddenly became a little sad, and the corners of her eyes seemed to be about to drip tears.

Sun Yang saw that this little maid was about to cry, and he was even more flustered, he couldn't see a girl crying the most.

"No, I don't mean to dislike you, I'm just not used to having people wash my feet, if you don't believe it, you can ask other people!"

Seeing that the little maid still didn't react, Sun Yang thought that his explanation had not worked, and moved his foot in mid-air to the side, "What I said is true, more true than real gold." ”

The little maid who was originally rolling in her eyes with tears in her eyes was able to hold it back, did not let the tears fall, raised her hand, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and the corners of her mouth seemed to have a hint of a smile.

"Childe, the slave maid is supposed to help you wash your feet, if you don't let the slave and maid do this, doesn't that seem to be very useless? So, please don't shirk the child, and let the slave and maid help you wash your face in the future, okay? After speaking, the little maid waited for Sun Yang's reply with a look of anticipation.

Although the little maid didn't cry, Sun Yang still couldn't accept her request, not because he was hypocritical, but because he really couldn't stand others touching his feet!

Sun Yang has had a habit since he was a child, he doesn't like others to touch his feet, especially the soles of his feet! As soon as he touched him, he couldn't stand the itch that he couldn't accept, which should be his biggest body secret.

"By the way, what's your name?" Sun Yang wanted to divert her attention.

"The slave's name is Yan'er."

"Yan'er? What a name! Sun Yang praised.

The little maid smiled, didn't say much, and her expression became lonely, perhaps remembering some sad past.

"Yan'er, I'll call you like that in the future." He withdrew his numb feet from the quilt and smiled like he thought was the warmest.

"Well, Childe, you can call a slave whatever you want!" The little maid Yan'er's small eyes were bent into crescents, and there were two dimples the size of rice grains on her cheeks.

Sun Yang didn't expect this shy little maid's sweet smile to be so cute, and she was suddenly touched by her, she looked at her blankly, and a voice in her heart told him, what a little Lori!

The little maid Yan'er saw that Sun Yang had been staring at her, her little face was flushed, and she didn't dare to look at Sun Yang, so she could only bow her head and lower her eyebrows, as if she was a narcissus with a bud, and replied shyly.

"Childe, the water is getting cold."

After a while, Yan'er, who looked at Sun Yang again, reminded.

Sun Yang, who was a little demented, reacted, "Oh! Then the ghost sent the foot out of the bed and put it back in the basin.

The little maid Yan'er was not polite, gently held Sun Yang's feet and began to wash them......

Although the beauty in front of him was delicious, Sun Yang couldn't care about appreciating it, he saw that he was holding the quilt tightly with both hands, his body was tense, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from laughing.

"It's itching to death!" Sun Yang only had this one thought left in his heart, because it was he who took the initiative to stretch his foot over and it was not good to take it back by himself, so he could only endure it, and secretly hated himself for not sticking to the bottom line......

"Childe, what's wrong with you?" Yan'er, who was working hard to wash Sun Yang's feet, raised her head and looked at Sun Yang's uncomfortable appearance, and was a little puzzled, could it be that she didn't wash well?

"It's nothing, Yan'er, you go on!" Sun Yang grinned and forced a smile.

"Hmm!" The little head clicked, and began to wash Sun Yang's feet again.

I don't know if it's intentional or intentional, she focuses on taking care of Sun Yang's feet, which makes Sun Yang even more uncomfortable, itching to the heart! Sun Yang thought, what kind of sin did he create, and took the initiative to send it to the door and let this little Lori torture herself! After I couldn't bear it anymore, I excused myself from the cold water and broke my foot out of her hands.

Yan'er didn't say anything this time, just silently picked up the basin, opened the door, poured the water that was almost cold inside into the courtyard, and went back to Sun Yang's room.

"That, Yan'er, you also washed my feet, it's so late, you can go down and rest." Sun Yang ordered the eviction of customers, although they are still young, but after all, there is a difference between men and women.

But Yan'er didn't follow Sun Yang's meaning, but walked to Sun Yang's bedside step by step, "Childe, let the slave maid warm your bed." ”

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