Xiaoyu handed the money bag to the deputy butler, and the deputy housekeeper took it, holding the money bag, and the deputy housekeeper only felt that the bag was hot.

Looking at the girl with an indifferent face and a calm face, the deputy housekeeper suddenly put down his crutches and knelt outside the courtyard gate.

kowtowed to Jiang Ruofu from afar.

"Miss Xie Qi is magnanimous and doesn't care about the minions, the minions will definitely do things well in the future, and no longer let you suffer from these innocent and unprovoked."

The seven-foot man, but after saying a few words, his eyes were moist.

The deputy housekeeper kowtowed to Jiang Ruofu, folded his hands again, and kowtowed, Xiaoyu felt pain when he heard it.

"Slave Ye Dong, in the future, I will definitely be a cow and a horse for Miss Seven, and repay you for your kindness today."

Jiang Ruofu watched quietly, with no waves in his eyes.

Ye Donglang said,

"In the past, the slave deducted your case silver, and even bullied the sixth son with the trend, and this time he was ready to be blamed, fortunately, Miss Seven, you are magnanimous, and let the slave cure his legs, this kindness, the slave must keep it in mind."

Ye Dong was sweating under the scorching sun, but his heart was much more relaxed.

Before, he had just taken up the post of deputy housekeeper, and many people were not convinced, no matter what he did, he felt that the people below had a lot of criticism about him.

So he went to understand, found out the habits of everyone, and knew that they were used to bullying the helpless masters of Qinghui Yuan.

I don't like him, and there is also the reason why these things are not short of Qinghui Yuan after he took office.

The previous deputy housekeeper would always deduct Qinghui Yuan's money and food, and distribute it to the subordinates to please them, so that he had a very good relationship with them.

But as soon as Ye Dong took office, he immediately assigned all the dishes and silver that Qinghui Yuan should have back to Qinghui Garden.

The people below can't get oil and water, so they naturally disagree with him.

But even if Ye Dong distributed these things to Qinghui Yuan, Qinghui Yuan still couldn't get these things.

For example, the kitchen will deduct it, and for example, the silver, and the slaves who send the money will deduct it.

And because of the uneven distribution, it often makes a fuss.

Over time, Ye Dong also felt that there was not much difference between this thing and Qinghui Yuan, so he deducted Qinghui Yuan's share with his conscience the same as the previous deputy housekeeper.

It was distributed to the subordinates as usual.

But every time Ye Dong saw the dilapidated door of Qinghui Garden, and the surprisingly thin Miss Seven.

He always has a troubled conscience.

However, when he faced those subordinates, he couldn't do it without reassuring them.

Ye Dong knew very well that if there was no Qinghui Yuan to appease, these subordinates would definitely target him and isolate him.

He had just become a deputy housekeeper, and he still had his father and wife to support, so he didn't dare to make a mistake in this position.

After all, the previous deputy butler was beaten to death by the eldest lady because of a little mistake.

He was there at the time, looking at the blood and indifferent faces on the ground, even if it was a sunny day, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and his back was as cold as if he was touching ice.

At that time, the old man happened to be at home, and the eldest lady was afraid that the old man would think she was vicious, so she asked someone to pull the dead deputy butler into the stable, and insisted that the fierce horse brought back by the eldest prince trampled to death.

The sun was as strong as it is today, and it did not abate at all.

Shining on the bloody corpse, Ye Dong looked at it, and only felt that the warm wind in this spring was bitingly cold.

Later, the eldest lady also pretended to ask the house doctor to come and treat the deputy housekeeper who had been beaten to an inhuman appearance.

But the deputy butler has broken his liver and gall, and his body is cold, how can he be saved?

The palace doctor who saw the corpse was terrified.

When everyone heard about this, they just sighed a few words.

Even by the way, I have to praise a few words of the eldest lady's benevolence and righteousness, even if the deputy butler killed himself, went to provoke this valuable horse, and was trampled on by himself, the eldest lady didn't care, and let the house doctor treat it.

Every time Ye Dong heard such a statement, he only felt cold all over.

I'm afraid that one day he will also fall to such an end, even if he dies, others will praise the benevolence and righteousness of the person who killed him.

Therefore, he chose to sacrifice Qinghui Yuan's helpless and vulnerable aunt, the young lady who was submissive, and the son who didn't know whether he was crazy or stupid, and behaved stupidly like a child all day long.

But he is also a human being, every time he sees that several masters of Qinghui Yuan are not as good as slaves, he will think that they are in such a decadent situation now, and there is also his reason.

He wanted to help them, but he didn't know how.

He knew that he had done something wrong, and he was very uneasy when facing a few people from Qinghui Yuan, but he didn't dare to show it.

The last time he saw the sixth prince fall down by himself, he wanted to go up to help, but his hand just touched the sixth prince and held the sixth son's arm.

But he heard the laughter of the other people,

"Why did that fool fall again?"

"Do you want to go over and help me?"

"I'm not going, I'm not as kind as the deputy butler."

"That's it, our deputy butler is kind."

The laughter was in his ears.

He shook the hand of the sixth prince and suddenly let go.

The sixth son fell to the ground again.

But this time, he didn't dare to help.

Something like this happened again and again, and he was taken away from his original thoughts.

He could only watch the few people in Qinghui Yuan living like duckweed.

But I can only laugh with those subordinates.

Because whenever he wanted to help them, his mind always involuntarily conjured up the bloodied deputy butler who was thrown into the horse pen.

He was afraid that he would be next.

He was afraid, so he put the risk of living in dire straits on Jiang Ruofu.

He was afraid, so he pushed the burden of the family's bad luck onto Ming Yunluo.

But who has no heart?

Miss Four came to call someone to beat Miss Seven.

He didn't have to go, but after thinking about it, if others went, his subordinates would not show mercy, and if he went, he might be able to stop him.

At that time, he didn't plan to really make a move to hit the weak Miss Seven.

But he didn't expect that the seventh lady, who had always been weak, was unexpectedly more vigorous and agile than ordinary martial arts practitioners.

Seeing her calling all the way, he had some indescribable tears in his eyes.

It seems that the person who finally stood up and was not oppressed by bullying was himself.

His guilt seemed to have diminished a bit.

It wasn't until she walked up to him that he faked his punch, and sure enough, she effortlessly twisted his fist away.

When he was thrown to the ground, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his leg.

He felt the thrill of being free from his sins.

It seems that all his previous sins have been atoned for at this moment.

He had always felt guilty about Miss Seven, but it was only then that he knew how deeply this guilt was engraved in his bones.

Others bullied her, and he wouldn't feel guilty, but he couldn't convince himself countless times.

What about others who bully her? But he didn't want to.

He obviously felt sorry for them like that, and he would take advantage of Aunt Yang to secretly deliver food to Qinghui Yuan and put his own private money under the tray.

Secretly hiding behind the tree outside the yard, watching Jiang Ruofu come out to get the tray, and picking up the broken silver under the tray, looking at her eyes reddened, but pretending to be nothing to do and going back with the tray.

He would obviously leave some dishes that had not been touched by other masters after discovering that Xiaoyu, the maid of Qinghui Garden, had gone to steal leftovers after late at night, and put them in the most conspicuous position for Xiaoyu to pick them up.

He would obviously reach out to him as soon as he saw the sixth prince fall, but he still let go of him after all.

But now, the girl in front of him, whom he owes a lot, ordered someone to pass on the word by word, telling him that she didn't care. even deliberately asked him to wait outside the hospital, so that the government doctor could come out and treat him.

She didn't care about the past heavily, the guilt he had, and the sins he had done.

But he couldn't forgive himself.

In the past, he had never hoped that Miss Seven would be able to forgive him, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.

Ye Dong withstood the scorching sun, burst into tears, kowtowed straight down, and said loudly,

"Miss Xie Qi's face is so pickled, and she is deeply guilty."

Jiang Ruofu just stood under the eaves and looked at him quietly,

"Take good care of your legs, and don't do anything bad in the future."

Ye Dong stood up with his head down, his eyes were already red.

Xiaoyu followed Jiang Ruofu into the house, and said indignantly,

"Miss, what do you want to return the silver, it's all our money, just because of these dog slaves, we suffer and suffer, and you return the money to them so that they can eat and drink well."

Jiang Ruofu just smiled, washed the veil and wiped Jiang Huaiyin's forehead,

"Everyone has their own last resort, and when you see people who are violating us in every way, they may not be so vicious that there is no room for malice. Maybe, I helped you, and I will help you in the future. ”

Xiaoyu said indignantly,

"How is it possible, he has followed the fourth lady with a stick to beat you, I don't believe he will help us."

Jiang Ruofu turned a deaf ear, reached out and touched the bag on Jiang Huaiyin's head, and the light in his eyes flickered,

"Brother, one day, no one will be able to bully us again."

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The mansion of the Jiang family.

Jiang Sang woke up from his dream, and the little guy next to him picked up his clothes to put on them.

saw Jiang Sang jumping up, and ran to the desk without wearing any clothes.

"Hurry up and sharpen the ink."

The little guy hurriedly went over to grind the ink.

Jiang Sang picked up the pen and draw, and his movements were as fast as flowing water.

Jiang Shuyun knocked on the door but did not respond, and shouted outside the door,

"Brother!"

Little Guy Road,

"Childe, Miss is waiting for you outside."

Jiang Sang waved his hand.

The little servant hurriedly opened the door, and when Jiang Shuyun entered the door, he saw Jiang Sang writing and painting in his middle coat.

Jiang Shuyun didn't bother him, just stood aside and watched.

"Brother, how blessed are you painting?"

"Why are you still drawn like this?"

Jiang Sang sighed and put down his pen.

The ink marks on the painting have not dried, and the image of a woman is half-hidden and half-hidden in the daffodils.

Flowers obscured half of her face, and the hem of her skirt was covered with daffodils.

I don't remember how long ago, he often dreamed of an immortal, and he was surprised, but he also wondered.

In his dream, he could see the face of the immortal very clearly, but when he woke up, he didn't remember the face of the immortal, and his pen was even more blank.

But the strange thing is that he always felt that the immortal in the dream was something he had seen, but he couldn't find it, he had found a monk, and when asked about it, the monk only turned the Buddha beads and told him.

This dream implies that he has a catastrophe this year, and if he dodges it, he will have a smooth life and become famous.

If you can't dodge, you're just afraid......

Jiang Sang sighed again and sat down in his chair.

Jiang Shuyun picked up his painting,

"I seem to be able to see more clearly this time."

Jiang Sang pinched his eyebrows and said distressedly,

"Actually, it's still the same, you can't draw anything."

Jiang Shuyun put the painting back in front of Jiang Sang,

"No, didn't you add an extra stroke to the immortal's eyebrows this time?"

When Jiang Sang heard this, he sat down and went to see the painting, and sure enough, it was indeed more than the previous paintings.

The flower is white and yellow, and it is right on the center of the immortal's eyebrows.

As soon as he woke up, he hurriedly drew according to the immortal in his dream, but he could only draw as much as he could, and draw everything he could remember.

I didn't even notice that this time, he painted an extra stroke of flowers.

Jiang Sang was like a treasure, staring at the flower for a long time.

JIANG Shuyundao,

"Hang this picture."

The servant took the painting, and it didn't take long for it to be framed and hung on the wall.

There were already twelve paintings on the wall.

Sitting or standing, far or near, but all of them are not painted with exact facial features.

There are only a few dim strokes.

This latest one, with one more stamen than before, is already a great improvement.

Jiang Shuyun comforted Jiang Sangdao,

"Now that we can draw details that we couldn't draw before, this face will be able to be drawn sooner or later.

Jiang Sang looked at the paintings on the wall in a daze, as if he was thoughtful, but he seemed to be distracted.

Jiang Shuyun was also a little distressed, the senior monk only said that he asked his brother to remember the appearance of the immortals he met in his dreams, but he didn't say what was the use of remembering.

Now, my brother has been trying to paint the face of the immortal for several months, but there is no progress.

The high monk didn't say what this immortal had to do with his brother's fateful calamity this year.

It's all a guesswork.

She only hoped that her brother would be able to keep a diary of the appearance of the immortal as soon as possible.

Jiang Shuyun wanted to solve Jiang Sang, so he pulled Jiang Sang Dao,

"Brother, the Flower Dynasty Festival is coming, I haven't bought the flower paper for the butterfly fluttering meeting, you can go with me."

Jiang Sang looked up in a daze and sighed,

"Okay."

It's just that his gaze is still on the white-petaled astragalus flower on the woman's forehead in the painting.