"Young master, most of the maids who have been replaced in the house have gone to the laundry room.

The maids who went there did not have a long life, it was the darkest place in the entire Liufu.

Those who didn't go to the laundry room signed a living deed, and if they survived for a few years, they were also injured.

And if it is a death deed, it will be sold to the hands of those tooth people outside, and the tooth people are all black hearts, and the situation of people falling into their hands can be imagined.

Because Erya was picked by others, we used it at ease and let her come to us, otherwise her life would be a little more miserable.

Therefore, the joke you made scared her, young master, don't scare her so much in the future. ”

When Liu Ming heard Wang Po say this, he realized how excessive his little joke was for Erya.

At the same time, he also understands that this era is not as beautiful as he imagined.

Sometimes, human life can be so low.

Legal human trafficking, as long as you get the official paperwork, you can too.

Of course, you have to pay more taxes, because the government has to help you crack down on illegal people like kidnappers.

In this era, the master can kill his slave and maid at will, and only need to pay a little money to the other party's family afterwards, and then he has nothing to do.

A human life is really cheap.

After thinking about it a lot, Liu Ming said a little depressedly: "I know, Mrs. Wang, go and rest, you are also tired all morning, I am ready to take a nap." ”

Wang Po understood that the young master couldn't accept it for a while, but this world was like this.

The Jin kingdom was generally peaceful, although there were barbarians in the northwest who often raided and the southeast occasionally pirates came ashore to plunder.

And I heard that the two countries of Yan and Zhao farther north are fighting every year, and there are often Hu armies going south to burn, kill and loot, and it is common for people to die there.

Forget it, what are you doing so much, the sky is falling, and there is a high top.

Wang Po gently closed the door, and then went back to the house to rest for a while.

The sun is moving westward, and the shadows of the bamboo in the yard are also moving.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew in this quiet yard, gently rolling up the bamboo leaves on the ground, and then letting it fall, and so on, and so on, the autumn breeze had a lot of fun on its own.

Slowly, the sound of people talking in the yard also began, so the wind was no longer the protagonist.

"Erya, wake up, it's time for you to learn to read."

This time, it was the princess who was calling me, and although I was unwilling, I still wanted to continue sleeping.

But all this, how can it be as I wish.

Holding my own pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, I pushed open the young master's study and began today's study.

"Let me take a look at the results of your practice yesterday to see if you have grown."

I was very nervous and handed over the practice last night to the young master, and then waited anxiously for what the young master would say.

"You still have some progress, after all, it's only been a day of study, and you can see that you worked hard last night."

I was relieved to hear this.

But the young master's words changed sharply, and I felt like falling into the abyss.

"But don't forget, how you laughed at me at noon.

So your task today is heavier, you have to learn twice as many words, and the results of your practice cannot be worse than last night's. ”

Ah, young master, this is a communiqué personal vendetta, I...

I admit it.

The young master felt refreshed when he saw me gritting my teeth in anger, but I was helpless.

When you teach me, you are all smiling.

The young master taught me a lot of words, but before I could memorize them, he asked me to practice writing again.

So while I was writing, I was silently reading in my heart, the young master is a stingy ghost, a stingy ghost!

"Erya, don't be cheating in your heart if you say I'm stingy, say it generously, I won't blame you, rest assured young master, I'm a tolerant person."

I was shocked at the time, how could the young master know what I was thinking.

But I still didn't believe the young master, and I wouldn't blame me for anything, and I don't know who made me learn so much, and then I kept writing.

"Are you curious, how do I know?"

I nodded subconsciously, then reacted and shook my head frantically, indicating that I was not curious at all.

"When you are silently reciting in your heart, do not move your mouth."

What, I see.

At this moment, Wang Po came in in a hurry.

A little panicked, he said, "Young Master, there are dead people in the house." ”

"Oh, who died then."

"It's Aunt Yue, who has just entered the house for three months, and died in her own room."

"How did you die?"

"It should have been poisoned, I heard that Aunt Yue was foaming at the mouth at first, and then she died of anger soon after."

"My father should be very angry now, he has been raised outside for a year, and he died just three months after entering the mansion, this is a slap in the face."

Then the young master said to himself: "This Liufu is going to be quiet again, and I don't know who remembered this storm." ”

"Young master, is it the man's hand this time?"

"No, if it were her, she wouldn't be so impatient, she's a very smart person, she'll wait until my father's interest is over, and the way of poisoning is too obvious."

Then he turned to look at me, who was pricking up his ears and eavesdropping, and said, "Erya, if you go outside what I just said, I promise you will regret it." ”

I know what kind of person my young master is, so I promise again and again that I will never tell me.

Then I asked the princess to be careful recently, the yard is not welcoming guests during this time, especially to pay attention to the kitchen, and the water to drink should be boiled several times.

On the other side of Baizhu Courtyard, Li Qiu'er received the news, and hurriedly instructed Mrs. Zhang to let Liu An take Xinlan back to Baizhu Courtyard.

Because she felt that Liufu was going to be in chaos for a while, her son was relieved that he was by his side, and Xinlan could try dishes during this time, just in case.

Of course, she definitely wouldn't think that this was Li Lu's handiwork, but she still hoped that the people behind the scenes wouldn't trouble her and her son.

There are three courtyards in the entire Liufu, which are luxuriously repaired. One is Liu Wen's own special courtyard, Yuzhu Courtyard; the other is the courtyard where Li Lu is located, Yaozhu Courtyard; There is also the Golden Bamboo Courtyard of Liu Chu, the eldest son of Liufu.

Because Liu Wen likes bamboo and thinks that he himself has the quality of bamboo, he named all the yards with bamboo to flaunt his taste.

At this time, Liu Wenzheng angrily took his subordinates to Yaozhu Courtyard, which he hadn't come for a long time.

Looking at the angry old man, the maids in the courtyard did not dare to stop him, and they all consciously gave way to it.

Entering the house, Li Lu was teaching six-year-old Liu Jing to learn poetry.

Seeing that there were children there, Liu Wen held back his anger and did not attack immediately.

Li Lu saw her husband coming, and knew that he had come to Xingshi to ask for sin, so she ordered the old woman next to her to take the child out.

Now only Liu Wen and Li Lu are left in the house.

There was no one else, and Liu Wen immediately vented his anger.

first slapped Li Lu hard, causing her face to be red and swollen, and her hair began to be scattered, no longer luxurious.

"Slut, how many times do you want to poison before you stop, first Rou'er, don't say that you didn't start Qing'er's death, and then Yamei, now you killed Yue'er again."

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing that Li Lu didn't feel the slightest guilt, but laughed uncontrollably, as if he was laughing at him, the anger in Liu Wen's heart was even stronger, and he was about to burn to his heart, as if to say how incompetent he was, and he couldn't even keep his own woman.