Chapter 295: The Male Servant of Zhuge Mansion

And since the emperor wants to use He Baichuan, he will naturally check the details of He Baichuan, according to investigation, He Baichuan is a self-made commoner, and there is no complicated family relationship, and he has not been valued by the courtiers.

By chance that day, he took the credit and was promoted to the commander, obviously full of enthusiasm.

Judging from He Baichuan's background and reaction, he only relied on the emperor to retain his glory, so the emperor said that this person was credible.

…… Hopefully, the emperor's speculation is correct!

The Queen Mother murmured silently in her heart.

He Baichuan left, Zhang Cheng left, after Concubine Shu was poisoned, the Queen Mother took the opportunity to take a look at the emperor, but she didn't dare to look at the past with too much fanfare, and now she can only look at the warm pavilion from afar, praying in her heart that the emperor will overcome this difficulty.

At night, inside Zhuge Mansion.

Wuhuan was seriously injured and was thrown on the cold floor, looking at the statue of the Buddha by the light of the Buddha in front of him, and the indescribable breathlessness in his heart, Lin Fuer went out early in the morning and didn't come back, she didn't have time to deliver the letter, so she was thrown here.

Judging from this situation, Lin Fuer is probably in trouble.

It stands to reason that the woman that the master has taken a fancy to must have a way to get out, but without seeing the result with his own eyes, Wuhuan really can't tell if Lin Fu'er is okay, the more he can't be sure of Lin Fu'er's situation, the more anxious Wuhuan is.

Following Lin Fu'er was a task given to her by her master, and now it seems that her task has failed.

What to do?

Wuhuan dragged his weak body, looked up at the Buddha statue, looked at the surrounding decorations, and tried to find something that could be used to get out, but this Buddha hall was very strange, although there were Buddha statues and offering halls, and there were lamps on it, but the whole Buddha hall was full of chills.

It's not the cold weather, but the uncontrollable cowardice in my heart and bones.

Where is this Buddha Hall, it is simply the Yama Temple.

How did Wuhuan know that the old lady of the Zhuge family didn't believe in this set, and the reason why she put up such a Buddhist hall was just to see that the ancestors of the rich and noble families were all good, so she also set up a set.

Even if you occasionally come in to offer incense, or punish the younger generation by copying Buddhist scriptures, it is completely against your will.

The old lady of Zhuge Mansion, when she encountered a natural disaster, depended on Qingyun for her life, saw many tragic scenes, and almost died many times, at that time, when she encountered danger or hunger, she would beg the Buddha for protection, but the Buddha ignored her at all, because of this, after Zhuge Yongsheng took her to serve by her side, although she learned to worship the Buddha in other people's homes, she was extremely unwilling to serve in front of the Buddha.

It is precisely because of these reasons that the Buddha hall of the Zhuge family is rarely visited, the incense is light, and in the cold winter, it is colder than elsewhere.

After a round of inspection, Wu Huan's eyes gradually fell on the incense burner, there must be incense ash in it, when she was dragged here by the people of the Zhuge family, she broke her leg, the old injury has not healed, and a new injury has been added, and there is no medicine, but you can use the incense ash to make do with it first.

Alas! Wuhuan naturally knows that the effect of incense ash is not great, but at this time and that time, something is better than nothing, and you can't continue to bleed from the wound and die of blood exhaustion!

I struggled to climb to the offering table, but because my legs were broken, I couldn't stand up, so I could only hold up my body and reach for the incense burner on the table.

The incense burner was placed back, and Wuhuan struggled to prop himself up and stretch out his arms, but it was still difficult to touch the incense burner.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of footsteps outside, and when he heard the footsteps, Wuhuan suddenly frowned, retracted his hand, rolled back half a circle on the spot, and then fell to the ground casually, his eyes closed.

As soon as she pretended to be dizzy, the door of the Buddha hall was pushed open.

A servant carried a food box, and when he came in, he put the food box on the ground, kicked Wu Huan and said, "Eat, eat, don't die here." ”

That rude behavior did not mean to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all.

Wu Huan, who pretended to be dizzy, was kicked to the sore spot, and couldn't help but shrink her body for a while, her heart sank straight down, she was not Lin Fu'er, but she stayed in Zhuge for a longer time instead of Lin Fu'er.

Compared with Lin Fu'er, she is more familiar with the people in Zhuge Mansion.

Knowing that this family is dark, but he doesn't want to, it's so inhumane.

Especially, this is a Buddhist hall! The old lady of Zhuge Mansion doesn't like the Buddha, do these subordinates also ignore the Buddha? Roaring at her in the Buddha hall, there is no sense of awe?

"Hey, play dead, huh!" The rude manservant picked up the only bowl of water in the food box, threw it directly at Wuhuan's head.

Wuhuan closed his eyes, only pricked up his ears to listen to the movement, and when he noticed that something was wrong, he was then splashed with cold water, because of the relationship between the body, the climate, and the environment, the cold body was numb, and Leng Buding was splashed with water, and Wuhuan opened his eyes tremblingly.

"Haha, look at you still pretending to be dead!" The rude manservant laughed, got up and kicked Wuhuan again, and roared, "Get up and eat." ”

The old man instructed that the 'eldest lady' made a mistake and was locked up in the Buddhist hall to repent, in order to let the 'eldest lady' realize his mistake, there was no need to give the 'eldest lady' a good face, in short, he could bully as much as he wanted, as long as he didn't die.

The rude male servant was transferred back from Zhuangzi to deliver food to the 'eldest lady', he had never seen Lin Fu'er before, so whatever the master said, there was no doubt that Wuhuan was not the 'eldest lady'.

"Tut-tut, such a delicate little lady has suffered so much, it's really distressing!" The rude manservant saw the woman on the ground staring at him with bulging eyes, and finally he could casually bully the superiority of the 'eldest lady', and he was suddenly compared, and he was in a very bad mood.

As he spoke, the rude manservant pinched Wu Huan's chin, lifted her cheek slightly, and saw Wu Huan's face through the light in front of the Buddha, and a pinch of fire lit under his eyes.

Wuhuan was wearing the mask of 'Zhiyao', and she had just been splashed with water, and now she was pinched by someone's chin, and it was easy to find out that she was wearing a mask, and she didn't even realize what was contained in the manservant's evil eyes on her.

"Let it go!" Wu Huan shouted loudly.

Although she is not a lady of your family, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and when she is solemn and low, it is more than enough to deter a male servant.

But Wuhuan found that the manservant in front of him was not affected at all, but licked his lips and looked at her cheeks and her body unscrupulously.

Seeing this, Wu Huan chuckled in his heart, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly appeared.

The manservant didn't seem to be aware of Wu Huan's killing intent, but instead glanced out hurriedly, then got up and dragged Wu Huan back to a corner where the side light of the Buddha statue could not shine.

Wuhuan had a very bad feeling, and subconsciously wanted to resist, but found that the manservant's strength was very strong, dragging her from behind, she was like a turtle that had turned over her shell, and she couldn't resist at all.