A scream didn't seem to be enough, the scolding, shouting, and crying were mixed together, making more trouble than Zhou Tanhua's mother-in-law. Shen Yuan couldn't say what he felt, and he couldn't explain the reason, a nameless fire rose up, grabbed her and pulled the three-foot sword, and went downstairs angrily.

It was cold outside for her, and she couldn't even care about it, and she couldn't hear what others were saying or shouting, but she could see what was happening.

There was really a drunkard in the flower hall, who was pressing a little maid, and wanted to misbehave in front of the public, tearing people's clothes into mess. There was no one in the front hall, only a few servants were left to sweep, and they didn't dare to come to the rescue for a while, and the poor little maid begged and cried, screaming and screaming in pain.

Where did this come from, do you think your life is too long? Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes, and before the little man in the courtyard rushed back, he slashed the drunk with a sword.

She was just extremely angry, and she didn't lose her mind, so the sword didn't come out of its sheath, but just smashed people unconscious. Before the drunken ghost fainted, he actually smiled at her stupidly, which made her feel even more unreasonable, and directly ordered the little girl to carry it out and throw it on the street without worrying.

After this tantrum was made, Shen Yuan's hand softened, and with a "clang", the life-killing dragon fell to the ground. Only then did the pavilion master come back to his senses from his stunned astonishment, and rushed over to hold her in his arms to warm her. The big maid followed closely and reprimanded a few little maids not to be stunned, and to come over and help.

Shen Yuan's body was very cold, and there were enough mugwort leaves sprinkled in the bath bucket, she soaked in it, and was smoked by the hot water vapor, so she felt relieved, and then began to regret that she was too impulsive, and she had to bother Shen Han to clean up the mess.

The pavilion master didn't blame her for a word, but he felt sorry for her sudden illness: "It's already spring, it's all fine, and he was disturbed by these people, and he deserved to be thrown out." ”

"It's also my impulse," Shen Yuan leaned against the edge of the bathtub and continued weakly, "Auntie, I'm so tired...... I want to go back to Qifeng, I want to go home......" Her voice became softer and softer, as if she was almost asleep.

The pavilion master lovingly combed the ends of her hair, and promised gently: "Okay, when Yuan'er gets better, let's not only go back to Qifeng, but then hire a dart team and continue to go to the southwest, just like when you were a child...... Yuan'er? Don't sleep, I'll go to bed and sleep well......"

Shen Yuan listened to the words, held his spirit and didn't fall asleep, soaked in the bath, changed into ironed fine cotton bedclothes, and lay down in the warm quilt. The two maids beside her spread the futon and stayed on the soft couch next to her for the night. The pavilion master guarded Shen Yuan and fell asleep, and then quietly went out of the room.

When he returned to his room, the pavilion master changed his clothes and freshened up, and the eldest maid took rose balm to moisten his hands. The pavilion owner is nearly forty years old, and there are fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, because of proper maintenance, there is nothing else wrong, and he is born with a pair of kind crooked and smiling eyes, and he feels cordial at first sight.

When Shen Yuan mentioned Qi Feng just now, she had a sour nose. Qifeng is a small county town in the south and the hometown of the pavilion owner. Shen Yuan's happiest days in those years were spent in Qifeng.

The pavilion owner's maiden name is Mo Yu, and when he was in his mother's house, he had a milk name "Mandarin Yuan", which is the same as Shen Yuan's homonym and different words, and it is precisely because of this that he feels some fate. At that time, Moyu was widowed for many years, and the only daughter was not kept, and the old lady of the Moyu family was dying, but it was a pity that there were no grandchildren around the knee in this life.

After the old lady died, Mo Qian Yuanyuan went out to work on the salt industry, and on the way back, he heard that there were bandits in the mountains, and the little girl drove the car around it, and happened to bump into a dying little girl. Mo Yu Yuan took the little girl home, named Mo Yu Yan, kowtowed in the ancestral hall, and fulfilled the wish of the deceased mother.

Mo Yu was thinking about the past, and the big girl's worry came in her ears: "Madam, this matter is ...... It's not that the slave is too talkative, and the young lady is too reckless today. ”

"It's really reckless, but her body is bad like that, and it is inevitable that her temperament will change greatly." Mo Yuyuan sighed in her heart, she was aware of the whole process of teaching that Zhou Tanhua a lesson today, and even helped arrange it together, but later Shen Yuan pointed at the drunkard, which really frightened her.

The big girl was still not at ease, and said: "But, what the hell is this kind of place for us, if that person wakes up and makes a fuss, it will be us and the young lady who will suffer." ”

Mo Yuyuan didn't care: "It's okay. Something really happened, there is still a master above, Shen Yuan is the person he wants, and after arranging it for so many years, he will not let others bully her. As he spoke, the pavilion master's expression darkened slightly, as if he couldn't bear it.

The taste of the rose balm was sweet and soft, and the big girl lowered her head and rubbed it, pursing her lips. This topic is a talisman and a taboo.

"Girl, the slaves and maids are watching." The eldest girl hesitated again and again, but still raised her head, held Mo Yuyuan's hand with both hands and said: "Miss and the son surnamed Li are good matches, and the girl has not been hindered, but if the master asks in the future, how can the girl answer?" ”

The expression of the lord of the Leng Xiang Pavilion became more and more gloomy, and what the big girl said was correct, but she had made the predicament of many years clear. When she picked up the little girl, she really wanted to adopt her adopted daughter, who would have expected that she would be subject to the master above, and dragged the child into the abyss.

"What's more, the young lady is also older, how can there be a girl of this age who is not married? Even if the two of them don't care about themselves, but the master is staring at it, something big will happen sooner or later. ”

The big girl chattered, poking every word at the key point. From Qifeng all the way to the capital, the young lady of their family thought that life was comfortable, but she didn't know that she had already become a caged bird.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, it's a big deal...... Forget it, let's not talk about it, there are many things to do today, let's go to bed early. Mo Yu withdrew his hand and lay down to cover the quilt. The big girl untied the hook next to the bed, put down a layer of sea-blue embroidered bed net, retreated softly, and also laid out the futon and rested on the soft couch.

Before the sky was polished, there were early riser porters and servant women on the road who saw the funny scene outside the Leng Xiang Pavilion, and the drunken ghost last night was still asleep, with his feet facing the sky, and his snoring was like thunder.

"Isn't this the boss of the Lu family? His stepmother doesn't care about him? A peddler passed by with a pole, glanced at it on tiptoe, and shouted loudly. Hearing the noise, there were more and more onlookers, and occasionally one or two passed by last night, adding fuel and vinegar to the reason, and the crowd laughed. A rich old man ran out of breath, and three or four small men behind him picked up the crowd and carried the man on the ground out.

"Go, go, what to see...... It's all rolling, it's rolling! The rich old man stiffened his neck and waved his arms loudly to drive away the crowd, but the sound of pointing and pointing around him was even worse, and the old man's face was even more gloomy and pale.