But after indulging in a whole day, Zong Huo woke up the next day and was about to go out.

"For the sake of prudence, please stay in the house for at least half a month, in order to be safe." The leader of the dead knelt on the ground and whispered a plea to Zonghuo.

Zong Huo glared angrily: "How long are you going to imprison this son?" ”

The hand of the leader of the dead soldiers was clenched tightly: "This is the order of Lord Shangshu." ”

Zong Huo kicked over the copper kettle, picked it up and threw it over: "Waste, get out of front of my son's eyes!" ”

The leader of the dead was smashed on the head, and blood flowed down the wound all over his face, which was a little terrifying. But he didn't say a word, got up and left the house.

Several maidservants in the house had already gently walked in from outside the door, bowing their heads and picking up the copper kettle that Zong Huo threw on the ground.

The angry Zong Huo's gaze fell on the servant girl's body, and when he saw the slender waist, his angry gaze was dyed with desire.

"Wait, you girl raised her head for my son."

The maid raised her head slowly, with a beautiful nose, red lips, and delicate and lovely facial features.

The maidservant smiled at Zonghuo.

Zong Huo's eyes straightened again, and the maid slowly exited the hall with the fragments she had picked up.

Zong Huo suddenly understood something, and the corners of his mouth showed an evil arc.

"Come on, gather all the maids in the house into the courtyard for this son!"

…

Half an hour later, all the unknown servants and maids gathered in the courtyard and looked at each other uneasily.

The dead man accompanied Zong Huo to the courtyard, "Childe, is there anything wrong with these subordinates?" ”

They thought that Zong Huo was seriously ill, and even the father and son were the same.

Zong Huo didn't look at the male slaves in rags, and his eyes looked straight at the side where the servant girl stood.

"Lift your head up for this son!"

The handmaidens trembled, and one by one raised their faces.

The dead man's eyes flickered, and he understood Zong Huo's thoughts.

Each of these handmaidens is delicate and smart, and their appearance is better than that of ordinary handmaidens. Zong Huo looked over one by one, his eyes lit up and said, "Daddy really understands me!" Sure enough, they know me! ”

It should be said that Zong Chuke had long expected that Zong Huo, who was after a long journey, would not stay in the house with peace of mind, so as early as when he sent Zong Huo out of Chang'an, he had already sent a message quickly, so that his cronies in Wuzhou would choose a local beautiful girl as a maid, in the final analysis, it was an expedient measure for Zong Huo to honestly spend the safe period.

Sure enough, it is a loving father who has many defeated sons, and Zong Huo seems to have been raised as a devil.

Zong Huo stared at the dead man with a teasing look in his eyes: "You want this son to stay in the house honestly and not go out, right?" This son is as you wish. ”

The leader of the dead was silent.

Zong Huo let out a piercing laugh: "Starting today, I will send two maidservants to my room every night, and my son will enjoy the joy of Qiren." ”

Inside the house, across the door, there was once again a sound of extremely erosive and barren silver.

All the dead soldiers were silent again, before they thought that after arriving in Wuzhou, it would be the end of everything, but now it seems that they will have to wait for this young master of barren silver for the rest of their lives, and they can't even relax in the slightest.

Those handmaidens were originally sold to Zong Chuke by their families even with their lives, so they didn't say anything after being humiliated, and silently accepted such a fate.

Even Zong Huo especially favored two of the handmaidens with outstanding appearances, and even summoned them to serve at night in a row. He sometimes remembered that he hadn't met the servant girl who had come in the hall that day to clean up, but soon, the thought drifted into the air in the warm nephrite beside him.

After Zong Huo had lived a few fairy-like days like this, someone knocked on the door of the leader of the dead soldiers at night, and saw the old man leader who came in coldly

said: "Ji Langzhong, do you have anything to do?" ”

They came with a retired man personally selected by Zong Chuke.

That Ji Langzhong was also a famous doctor in Chang'an City, and was bought by Zong Chuke at a high price, and if Zong Huo was a little unhappy along the way, he had to follow him to check his body.

Just look at Ji Langzhong's face now full of solemnity, look at the leader of the dead soldiers and say: "Huo Gongzi's body is much weaker than ordinary people, this is on the way, the old man has already told you." ”

The leader of the dead stared at him: "That's why there is a place for you to stand now, Childe's physical recuperation is a task that Lord Shangshu has given you that must be completed, don't you want to find some excuse to come out now?" ”

Ji Langzhong's face was gloomy: "You should persuade Huo Gongzi, his physical foundation is not as good as others, if he still wastes a lot of money every day like now, even if he uses the precious medicinal herb ginseng, he will not be able to make up for his lost vitality!" ”

The doctor's words were all good words, especially Ji Langzhong who followed Zong Huo all the way, and he didn't expect that he would fall short at this time.

The leader of the dead soldiers said with a gloomy face: "I still say the same thing, you are responsible for the childe's body." We won't help you persuade Childe. ”

Ji Langzhong's face turned blue, it can also be said that he is a doctor's parents, even if it is a bastard like Zong Huo, he is afraid that he doesn't know what kind of cliff he is walking on, such a body in Ji Langzhong's eyes is as vulnerable as paper paste, as long as a gust of wind blows under the cliff, Zong Huo will be completely buried at the bottom of the cliff and die.

"How can you do this..."Ji Langzhong trembled.

The leader of the dead soldiers was ruthless, "Are you finished, let's leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for the eyeless knife in my hand." ”

Ji Langzhong completely appreciated the horror of this group of dead soldiers, and withdrew from the house while trembling with anger.

But before he took a few steps, he heard the sound of unbridled laughter from Zong Huo's room, Ji Langzhong sighed and shook his head again and again, and walked slowly with his back on his back.

Not long after he left, on the original road, a handsome maid slowly walked on, the maid was holding a broom in her hand, as if she was sweeping the floor, but she was staring at the direction of Ji Langzhong's departure, and a leisurely smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Then on about the fifth day, Zong Huo, who was once again in a romantic mood, staggered open the door with a body of wine and walked into the courtyard.

"Come on, pour a glass of water for my son!" As he spoke, his body couldn't help but sway from side to side.

Anyone who wastes too much energy on a woman after being drunk will become like this.

It's just that the subordinate lowered his head and just answered "yes". When he looked up and saw Zong Huo, he suddenly shouted "wow"!

The man retreated like a ghost: Hell!!

Zong Huo burped, "You, what did you say?" What a bold son, do you dare to say that this son is a ghost? ”

At this time, there were already other people in the courtyard, and when they saw Zong Huo, they were so shocked that their limbs were weak, and they wanted to run but didn't dare to run.

Finally, a subordinate looked at Zong Huo's face tremblingly: "Childe, you, your face..."

Zong Huo still didn't know it, and said in a vicious voice as usual: "What's wrong with my son's face? ”

He took a step closer to the man, who simply screamed, turned and ran.

Zong Huo He had been ignored like this, even if he hadn't woken up yet, he was already angry in his heart, and shouted: "You stop for this son!" ”

At this time, seeing him coming, the servants around him also retreated in fright, as if Zonghuo was some kind of flood beast.

Zong Huo was furious, turned his face and saw a servant, and immediately stretched out his finger and said, "You come over to this son!" ”

This servant seemed to want to run too, but his legs were weak and he didn't dare, and Zong Huo was even more stunned when he saw this: "If you don't come again, this son will dismantle you and throw you to the gate of Chang'an..."

The servant almost rolled his eyes and fainted, and only then did he drag a pair of weak feet over, and it took a lot of effort to stand in front of Zong Huo.

"Childe, yes, what do you command..."

Zong Huo grabbed the servant's neck, more terrible than the evil ghost, "Say, what is on the face of this son?" What are you all running away from!? ”

The servant could only stare at Zong Huo's really ghost-like face, almost frightened and incontinent: "Gong, Gongzi spare your life, you, did you look in the mirror in the morning?" ”

Zong Huo seemed to react at this time: "Mirror? Why does this son look in the mirror? ”

It's not a greased woman, he's a dignified man, why should he care about things like mirrors?

"If you dare to perfunctory this son, this son will..."

"Childe, stop!" At this time, there was a sudden loud shout, and I saw the figure of the leader of the dead soldiers flying in the air, and quickly fell to Zong Huo's side.

As soon as the leader looked up, he saw Zong Huo's face full of bright red, like a hellish ghost.

But he was a dead man, so he calmed down in a moment, and said to Zong Huo: "My subordinates have already sent someone to call Ji Langzhong, please don't be impatient, let's go back to the room to rest first." ”

Zong Huo was not sure, and continued to stare at the leader of the dead soldiers and asked, "You say, what is on the face of this son?" ”

The leader said calmly: "When Ji Langzhong comes, Gongzi will naturally know." ”

"You!"

Zong Huo's fist squeaked, if he wasn't still a little jealous of this unfathomable martial arts leader, his eldest prince would have swung out his fist a long time ago.

Zong Huo snorted coldly, let go of the poor servant, turned around and continued to stumble towards the room.

The gloomy gaze of the leader of the dead stared at Zong Huo's back, "I took the servant girl who waited for my son yesterday to the courtyard and cut my tongue." ”

If it weren't for the fact that all the servants and maids in this house didn't dare to change new people easily, otherwise the lives of the two maidservants would not need to be pitied at all.

Zong Huo entered the room, and immediately remembered what the servant said about the "mirror" just now, and he turned his eyes to a bronze mirror placed on the dressing table.

His gaze drifted as he slowly turned his steps towards the mirror.

Just as his hand was about to reach the mirror, a sudden volley of light flew in the air, and the mirror was split in half and fell to the ground.

The leader of the dead soldiers said coldly: "Childe should go back to the couch and rest." ”