After practicing for three hours at night, Zhou Qingfeng was exhausted. His small body was covered with bruises, and his body was as dirty as if he was rolling in the mud. In other words, the child had already been tossed to death, and he relied on his body strengthened by blood marrow to survive, but he was also tired and out of strength.

He only practiced one thrust in one night, which Abahai learned from his father Mantai before he got married. She didn't say anything about spirit and spirit, but repeatedly emphasized to Zhou Qingfeng that as long as you keep an eye on your enemy, your hand-eye pace will be coordinated in continuous practice, and the thrust can be fast and powerful.

When the last thrust exhausted Zhou Qingfeng's physical strength and he couldn't get up anymore, Chu Ying only said lightly that he would come back tomorrow night. As he left with his spear in his hand, he warned Darkhan: "Be honest with me, and get out of here if it's all right, or I'll kill your master." ”

Darkhan also practiced with Chu Ying all night, but he was no better than Zhou Qingfeng. Chu Ying didn't have much effort to deal with him, the top master was so powerful. He looked at Chu Ying's back, then at Abahai, and said, "Heroine, I will go back to Hetuala as soon as it is dawn, and let the Great Khan send troops to save you." ”

Abahai changed his mind and said, "I don't have enough people around me. Just send a slave to report the news, and you stay and serve me. ”

When Darkhan thought about it, he felt that his master was indeed pitiful in Ekhkulen. There is really no civilized wild girl in the city, and I met an unreasonable Chu Ying, and a Zhou boy who is a monster every day, and there is indeed a lack of capable minions around the heroine. So he arranged for his men to go back and report it, and he stayed.

At night, the fortress construction site of the lumber yard worked in three shifts, and Zhou Qingfeng ordered the work of the slave cadres to leave. After all, the iron body couldn't resist Chu Ying's high-intensity exercises, and he had to go back and get a good night's sleep.

Back in the courtyard of his mansion, Zhou Qingfeng habitually walked towards the room, but Darhan stopped him and said, "Master Pei, you shouldn't live here, right?" ”

Abahai had entered the house accompanied by the maid.

Zhou Qingfeng opened Darkhan's arm and said unhappily: "This room was originally mine, and your master had to squeeze with me." You have the ability to pull her out and sleep next door. ”

Uncle Zhou strode into the house, only to see that Abahai's maid had already arranged the originally simple room quite comfortably. Before, Abahai insisted on sleeping with him, but now it was his turn to climb into bed.

The maids were stunned that this guy was so bold that he actually occupied the position of my great sweat and wanted to sleep with our concubine!

Darkhan did not dare to enter the house, so he could only stand stupidly at the door of the house.

Abahai didn't expect this, and when she saw that the maids and servants were looking at her, she couldn't help but scold with shame and annoyance: "What are you doing in a daze? What to do, what to do. Aren't you tired when you go to bed with the lights out? When it was over, she added a defense: "Isn't there no place to sleep?" The next room was dark and small, so I squeezed in with this kid. No one is allowed to say anything about tonight. ”

The personal maids and servants are all Abahai's cronies, and they all know that the relationship between their concubine and Zhou Qingfeng is very complicated. It's just that no one expected that the two of them would actually roll into the same bed and sleep. But although this incident was shocking, no one dared to say more. Even Darkhan didn't say anything, sighed and went to sleep next door.

Everyone naturally has to take a second look at Zhou Qingfeng, after all, this is a man who slept with the concubines of Jianzhou in a generous way, which is really amazing. The maid accompanied Abahai to rest in the same room, and at night she pricked up her ears to listen to the bed, wondering if her hostess was really asleep. It's just that Zhou Qingfeng was half tired to death, and he breathed deeply when he lay on the bed.

Many maids and servants were even disappointed, secretly thinking that this was also a little master, probably still too young, and didn't have that idea. Only Abahai, who was lying with Zhou Qingfeng, was quite worried, she knew Zhou Qingfeng's ability, and was afraid that this kid would bully herself in front of a room full of maids at night. After all, he is also a beautiful country, and he is stunning in the world, and it is normal for men to want to bully themselves.

Zhou Qingfeng tried to squeeze into bed before, and Abahai fought to the death. But now she can't mess around with this stinky boy in front of the maid, and she can't sink her face to let the maid catch up. I don't know what to do, but Zhou Qingfeng has already slept in the fragrant .......

It's a big fire!

I was afraid that he would mess around, but I was angry that he didn't come.

When the oil lamp went out and the room became quiet, Abahai lay on the bed and listened to the gentle breathing around him, but he missed the half month when he had no taboos with this kid before. This is something she hasn't lived for more than 20 years, and it's a little fun to think about.

From night to dawn, nothing happened.

Zhou Qingfeng only slept for three or four hours before he was full of energy again, he took advantage of the breakfast made by Abahai's maid, and hurried to the lumber yard construction site to work as an overseer. Abahai slept for another two or three hours, and got up without any strangeness, waiting for the maid to braid her hair and change her clothes.

A maid was worried about what was wrong last night, so she said in a low voice when she coiled Abahai's hair: "Hostess, let's clean the room next door today, and let that ...... and Master Pei move over." ”

Abahai opened his mouth and just wanted to agree, but when he said it, he shouted coldly: "Do you want to do a lot of things? Master, don't I care about it? Just shut up. ”

So it was settled. However, the privacy of this kind of master is known to a small number of people in the inner house, and outsiders can only know it. Outside the courtyard there were many low-ranking slaves and servants. Among them, there is also a special person who is sighing for a long time, Cai Zhiwei, Cai painter.

Zhou Qingfeng renovated and expanded his courtyard, and the hapless painter lived with a large group of slaves. He didn't sleep all night, and his eyes were open until dawn. When he finally got a little sleepy, the slaves got up and began to work, and he was woken up again.

Dizzy, Cai Zhiwei didn't have much energy. A weak scholar, who almost killed him after working hard along the way, was both scared and disgusted when he looked at the dirty and thin slaves around him at this moment. He dragged a large box of paint and drawing paper, standing in a foreign city far away from the Central Plains. Calling the ground, the ground is not spiritual, and you can only cry and mourn in a daze.

"Sir, sir, your breakfast." A slave-looking guy sent Cai Zhiwei a few nests.

Cai Zhiwei thanked him and ate Wowotou with cold water. He was still thinking about what he should do next, when he saw a female slave girl walk in outside the courtyard, and opened his mouth and shouted, "Who is Mao Ada?" ”

The slave who brought breakfast to Cai Zhiwei hurriedly responded: "I, I'm Mao Ada." I'm from Hetuala. The Great Khan was worried about the discomfort of the concubine's master's stay in Ekhkulun, so he specially sent me to make some furniture for the master. ”

The slave girl snorted coldly, "What about Hetuala? Just you talk a lot of nonsense. The chief heard that a carpenter named Mao Ada had come and asked you to come over. ”

Mao Adaa immediately smiled, but deliberately reminded him without being soft or hard: "I am the concubine's minion." If you want to send me to work, you can do it, but you have to ask the master of the concubine about this. As long as he carried Abahai out, the unknown slave girl in front of him would retreat.

But I didn't expect this young slave girl to raise a whip and whip it over, and scolded in her mouth: "No wonder the chief asked me to bring a whip, it turns out that you slave is really dishonest." The head of my family has the final say in this place. ”

snapped, and there was an extra blood mark on Mao Ada's face. He immediately scolded: "You woman dare to beat me? Do you know who I am? ”

Seeing that Mao Ah was disobedient, he wanted to reach out and grab the whip, but several other slaves in the yard beat him up. After being beaten, he honestly lowered his head.

Cai Zhiwei was horrified watching from the sidelines, feeling that the temper of the people in this place was really explosive, and he would beat people at every turn. He was worried about his future, when the slave girl holding the whip looked over again and asked, "You are a painter Cai, right?" ”

"Yes." With Mao's lesson, Cai Zhiwei is very obedient.

"Come along. The chief wants you to look at this Hekulen, to see the lives of the servants and masters here, and to draw this city and everyone in this city. The slave girl repeated Zhou Qingfeng's instructions.

Draw everyone? Cai Zhiwei felt his scalp tingle when he thought about it. There are more than 10,000 people in this city, and he will never finish painting in his life. It's just that the whip is in front of him, and he doesn't dare to disobey, he can only sigh that he is too unlucky.

The slave girl took Mao Adaa and Cai Zhiwei out of the city and rushed to the lumber yard construction site, the slaves on the night shift had just finished work, and the slaves on the morning shift were taking over the work. From a distance, I saw several slaves armed with wooden spears guarding the entrance of the construction site, pretending to check the identities of those entering and leaving.

Mao Ada's head was lowered, the whip on his face was scorching, and he was even more angry in his heart. As he walked, he found that the team stopped, and when he looked up, he saw Zhou Qingfeng, who was riding on a puppet goat, staring at him coldly, and his gaze was as cold as ice, penetrating people's hearts.

Mao Ada was full of excitement, and hurriedly put on a smiling face and shouted: "Little Master Zhou, the slave has asked you to say goodbye." ”

"It's not easy, we'll meet again." Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect that he would see Mao Ada again, he was very tired of the person in front of him. When Zhou Qingfeng saw Mao Ada, he remembered the poor mother and son who died tragically in the mass grave. It's just that at the moment, there is no need to pick and choose, and garbage has to come in handy. "You go to the carpenter group, you can be a team leader." With a wave of his hand, he let Mao Ada.

Cai Zhiwei came up, and Zhou Qingfeng was much more enthusiastic. He opened his mouth and said, "Painter Cai, don't have too much pressure. Young intellectuals should go to the mountains and countryside, and literature and art should serve the masses of the people. You, put down your body. I don't know what your level is, so let's use this construction site as a scene for the time being. Will the sketch do? ”

"Sketch?" Cai Zhiwei thought for a while and asked, "Are you talking about white drawing?" Of course, it would. ”

The masses of knowledgeable young people, Cai Zhiwei does not understand. But he knew that people were under the eaves and had to bow their heads, and Zhou Qingfeng asked him to paint, so he had to paint.

Zhou Qingfeng is short of people now, no matter what the way he comes from, he has to use it if he catches it. He said to Cai Zhiwei: "You paint during the day, and come to teach slaves at night. I'll give you another assistant. He turned his head and shouted, "Jingo, come here." ”

Regarding Zhou Qingfeng's arrangement, Cai Zhiwei was powerless to resist, so he could only accept it. But the request for him to attend a class still surprised him a lot, "Let me teach a group of illiterate slaves?" What can these stupid guys learn? ”

"Stupidity is not innate. I only have this kind of manpower now, and I can't just give up because they are too bad. Now there are conditions to go up, and if there are no conditions to create conditions, we must go up. Your mind is going to change. Zhou Qingfeng taught step by step, and his tone was tough. Either you change on your own initiative, or I whip you to change. You choose one. ”

Cai Zhiwei continued to cry with a sad face, like mourning.