After helping Ansel out of the woods, the scenery in the field was not very good, especially the gusts of wind that blew through the trees, almost freezing people's blood.

Anse El choked his neck to prevent himself from showing a shrunken expression, but in fact, he was already holding the maid's hand, and he shivered slightly.

I didn't expect this viscount to be quite afraid of the dark.

Wen Cha snorted and said, "Lord Viscount, I should go to the manor to find someone to pick you up."

Anse El nodded, and was about to let go of his hand, but when he saw that there were no pedestrians on the road, and after it was pitch black, he paused and said, "Wait."

"What's wrong?"

The viscount cleared his throat and said with a slight weakness: "I'm afraid the manor has received the news now, you are here to wait with me."

He said it seriously, but Wen Cha refused to accompany him here to blow the cold wind.

"My lord, if the knight who followed you returns to the manor, I think the lady will definitely send someone to find you."

This sentence reminded the young viscount, and something flashed through his mind, and his dark gray eyes dimmed for a moment.

The knights who came with him, after seeing the robbers, ran faster than the Iberian hares, and should have returned to the Rose Manor a long time ago, but they did not send anyone to pick him up.

With such a heavy selfish desire, it is ridiculous that he needs a maid to remind him to see clearly.

"Lord Viscount......"

"I'm not going back tonight."

"Then you ......"

"How did you end up here?" Anse Air struck first and asked another question.

"Today is my day off," Wen Cha replied respectfully, "I'm a country girl, and I want to go home on a day off." ”

Anse El narrowed his eyes, "What's your name?"

"Westtea Jones."

After Ansel was sure that the maid was harmless, he looked at Wen Cha with some warmth in his eyes, "Where is your home?" ”

Wen Cha raised his eyes, and Lord Viscount showed a beautiful gentlemanly smile, and said gently: "I'm afraid I will have to live in your home temporarily, I hope it won't cause you trouble."

Wen Cha: "......" It's not a matter of sleepiness, it's super troublesome, okay?

"Yes, sir." Wen Cha helped him up again, revealing a girl's bright and kind smile, "I live in a village three miles away from here, and you are welcome to be a guest." ”

Wen Cha exerted his strength to eat, and staggered to help the Viscount, who had been returned into a cow, to the door of the house.

Linda, who was already asleep with her two children, obviously did not expect her daughter to return.

When she opened the door and saw the bloodstained viscount beside her, she almost passed out in surprise, "Oh my God! What's going on? My baby? ”

"Mom," Wen Cha told her to come and help the Viscount to lie down in his cabin, and then explained to her what had happened.

For safety, she didn't tell Linda that it was Viscount Ansel who was on the bed, only that she was a suffering nobleman.

Linda was convinced of her words, and although the Viscount was in a mess, the riding clothes on his body were not something that a poor person could wear.

"It's too scary," Linda patted her daughter on the shoulder after listening, "and you must never encounter such a thing again." ”

Wen Cha nodded, and Linda Fu asked again, "What can you do with your work in Rose Manor?" If you don't go over today, the butler will definitely fire you, your reputation is bad, but you will suffer, no nobleman will be able to hire you in the future, you know? ”

Wen Cha is also very worried about this problem, after all, this family still values her salary very much, if she doesn't work, what can the family do?

I hope that when the viscount returns to the manor, he will have a little sympathy and take her back with him.

"It's okay," Wen Cha soothed the anxious Linda, "I can't go to the manor, I can still enter the factory in the future, Laura, do you remember?" It's the young lady in the village, she's doing well in the factory now, and she can be my guarantor and take me to the factory. ”

"Okay, okay." Linda sighed silently, this should be the worst-case scenario.

If she can continue to be a servant, of course she can't ask for it, and if she can't be a servant, it's okay to find a female worker in a textile factory, but she has to work hard for her children.

After explaining to Linda, Wen Cha walked into the house, poured a glass of water for Lord Viscount and put it at the head of the bed, Linda saw that Anse El's face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were dry and peeling, and said with some concern: "This doesn't cause a fever, right?"

"No, Mom," Wen Cha gently pushed her down in front of her room, "you take the children to bed first, I'll come here." ”

Linda was still a little worried, "That adult's injury is too serious, there is no doctor in the village, why don't you go to Laura's pigsty, pick up some feces and put it on the wound to disinfect?" ”

Paste the wound with feces? Is it simply a neurotic behavior?

"No need Mom," Wen Cha couldn't say, "Tomorrow morning, I'll send that lord back to the castle, he has his own doctor, and he will never leave this lord alone." ”

"Okay." Linda nodded helplessly, bowed her head and kissed her daughter on the forehead, "Then it's hard for you, my child." ”

"Good night, Mom."

"Good night."

After Linda went to bed, Wen Cha went to the backyard to fetch a basin of cold water and came back for the Viscount.

In the second half of the night, the viscount started to burn, and his handsome little face was hot enough to fry eggs.

Wen Cha wet the coarse cloth and pressed it on his forehead, and after repeating it several times, the adult avoided the danger of a high fever.

Early in the morning, the noble Viscount opened his eyes from his sleep and saw the harsh environment around him. And the coarse cloth on his forehead that cut his skin, and a hint of annoyance crossed his eyes.

He nudged the girl leaning against the bedside, "Wake up." ”

Wen Cha slept late last night, and after waking up and seeing the Viscount, he still didn't come back to his senses.

The hazy and moist emerald eyes, in the cramped space, there is an indescribable beauty, and the young viscount was stunned when he saw it.

Soon, the viscount came to his senses and took the coarse cloth off his forehead and put it on her eyes, "Damn servant, where is this?" ”

Wen Cha rubbed his eyes and stood up, "My lord, you forgot, this is in the village. ”

Anse El remembered, he looked at the gloomy cottage with reluctance and disgust, "This is the house you live in?" ”

"Yes, sir."

"It's dirty."

Wen Cha: "......" wants to duel?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Anse El let out a cold snort in his nose, got up from the bed, dragged his injured leg, and walked straight out.

Wen Cha rolled his eyes speechlessly, aristocracy or something, why are you so turtle hair.

Linda got up early in the morning, went to the village to buy soft white bread, and when she came back and saw Ansel bathed in the sun, her eyes flashed with amazement.

Breakfast was white bread and wild berry jam with clear water.

This is simply unpalatable for the Viscount, who has wine and steak every day.

Linda stood aside stiffly, for fear that the poor hospitality would displease him, but fortunately, Lord Viscount did not show a disgusted gaze.

For a man who had eaten black bread alone in London for six years, this was not the worst treatment.