Chapter 642 I am your new master

Doctor Zhang talked about some precautions for caring for patients. Sanbao listened carefully and seemed to have taken note of them.

Wushan Nu was still sleeping, and Tangli and Sanbao did not disturb him and left the room.

In the evening, when Wei Qing came back from the yamen, Tang Li told him about the Lu family's apology and the Wushan slave.

"That young marquis of the Lu family is such a bastard. He tortured me like this. There's not a single piece of good flesh left on my body. It's just rotten flesh. It's so cruel." Tang Li said, and his teeth itched as he spoke. He wanted to beat up the little bastard. "My husband, I really want to put him in a sack."

The fact that he could make his wife so angry shows how much Lu Xuan went too far.

He had to seize the opportunity to teach this brat a lesson and vent his anger on his wife.

Wei Qing thought about it and hugged Tang Li: "Wife, I'll ask someone to check on this Lu Xuan."

"He also threatened Sanbao." Tang Li hugged his waist, put his face against his chest, and continued.

"Threat the Three Treasures?" Wei Qing frowned.

"Yes, tell Sanbao to be careful and don't fall into his hands." Tangli complained.

Wei Qing's anger suddenly flared up. Damn it, this little beast actually dared to threaten his daughter?

"Wife, I want to put on the sack too." Wei Qing's eyes were filled with hostility.

His family is his bottom line. If anyone dares to touch his family, he will kill them.

"Husband, don't be anxious. Those who do evil will eventually perish. This little beast will get his comeuppance sooner or later." Now, it was Tangli's turn to comfort Wei Qing.

Tangli gently stroked his chest to help him breathe.

Wei Qing kissed her on the cheek, and the hostility in his eyes dissipated a little.

After all, that little beast is a member of the Lu family, the son of Lord Lu and the princess, and the grandson of Lord Lu.

If they really took action, they would be openly opposing the Lu family.

They represent not only themselves, but also their families. Every move they make must be made with caution and careful consideration.

Tang Li sometimes thought that it would be great if they were chivalrous warriors, beating up anyone they disliked without having to think so much and without so many constraints.

But, there are no ifs.

Moreover, it's not all bad. They can also do things that knights can't do.

"My lord, these slaves are so pitiful," Tang Li said. "The laws of the Great Zhou are too harsh on slaves."

She has saved the Wushan slaves now, but there are still hundreds and thousands of Wushan slaves who are still suffering.

In fact, the root of this lies in the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty had restricted the keeping of slaves, many people would not have dared to act so recklessly. Of course, it would have been even better if there were no slaves.

"The laws of the Great Zhou are iron laws. It is difficult to change them, but it is not impossible. We just need to wait for the right time..." Wei Qing said.

For example, after a new emperor ascends the throne, some terms will sometimes be changed.

Wei Qing took note of this matter.

He would push for this whenever he had the chance.

…

A few days later.

In the room, a young man was lying on the bed.

The sunlight shone in through the window and fell on the boy's face, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

Wushan Nu stared at the ceiling of the bed in a daze.

He lay in a soft place, without any foul smell, and his body felt light and airy, without the piercing pain...

So comfortable.

Unprecedented comfort.

Is he dead?

Go to heaven after death?

The boy blinked and looked around.

Is death so comfortable?

He thought he was going to hell, being roasted by fire and fried in oil.

Just then, the door creaked open and a young girl walked in.

She walked against the light, as if she was walking on the light. She was extremely beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen.

"Goddess..." he muttered in a low voice.

His voice was very hoarse, but Sanbao still heard those two words clearly.

Sanbao chuckled and spoke in a melodious, clear, and pleasant voice: "I'm not a goddess, I'm Wei Ning, you can call me 'Sanbao'. You're finally awake, you've been in a coma for six days."

His recovery ability is really strong. He has almost recovered from injuries that would take others ten days or half a month to recover.

Wushan Nu watched her approach and saw her face clearly. He recognized her and his expression changed immediately.

He suddenly rolled off the bed, knelt beside it, curled up into a ball, and shivered. The thin clothes were draped over his broad body. He had a large frame, but was extremely thin. When he curled up, he looked like a frightened cub, extremely pitiful.

"I was wrong...don't hit me..." he whispered.

"What are you doing here? Go lie down on the bed." Sanbao said.

Sanbao tried to help him, but the boy suddenly stepped back and avoided his hand.

"Slave...dirty..." He uttered two words through his dry throat.

Sanbao wanted to help him, but he was shaking more and more violently. Sanbao paused for a moment and could only retract his hand, looking at him helplessly.

Even though he had strong recovery abilities, he was covered in wounds. He should have just been lying down. Why was he kneeling on the ground?!

Sanbao really wanted to carry him to the bed and force him to lie down.

But the boy looked extremely afraid of being touched by her.

"Are you... the slave's new master?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Sanbao's eyes rolled: "Will you listen to your master?"

The boy nodded quickly.

"Yes, I am your master. I now order you to lie on the bed." Sanbao said.

The boy then stood up and climbed onto the bed, but he only dared to curl up in a corner of the bed for fear of dirtying the bed.

"I ordered you to lie down, why are you squatting?" Sanbao continued, "Lie down and cover yourself with the quilt."

The boy's body was a little stiff, but he still lay down obediently, covered himself with the quilt, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and dared not move.

Sanbao looked at him, lying so obediently.

His eyelashes trembled slightly. His eyes were so beautiful, with deep black pupils. Such beautiful eyes should be accompanied by a spirited look, but in fact, they were full of fear, without a trace of light.

It shouldn't be like this.

The boy lay down obediently. The bed was really comfortable and soft. The quilt was also comfortable, like feathers.

This brought back distant memories for the young man. It seemed as if a long time ago, he had also been lying on such a comfortable bed, with a hand gently caressing his face...

However, he could no longer tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He thought it was probably a dream. How could he possibly be lying in bed? He was a lowly slave, fit only to sleep in a dirty corner like a rat.

His face suddenly turned pale as he thought of something.

The bed was not a good place for him. If he lay on it, he would be dragged down and beaten severely.

They said he was a lowly slave and not worthy of sleeping in the bed!

In fact, many of the things he did would result in a beating.

Even if he didn't sleep in the bed, didn't accidentally touch his owner, didn't dirty the floor, and didn't break anything, he would still be beaten.

However, he still tried his best to avoid doing those things and get beaten as little as possible.

He was lying in bed at one moment, but the next moment he might be pulled off and whipped.

He waited quietly for that moment, but for a long time, he was not pulled down...

Gurgle.

The boy's stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound.

"Are you hungry?" The girl's clear voice sounded again.

The boy's body trembled slightly.

In his memory, his former master would also ask him this question with a smile.

Then, throw him into the doghouse and let him compete with the dogs for food.

Those dogs were extremely hungry dogs. He was very strong, and every time he tried his best to take a bite of food from the hungry dogs' mouths, the hungry dogs would bite off a bigger piece of meat from him.

But he was really hungry and wanted to eat something, so he could only snatch it and fight with those vicious dogs.

At that time, his former owner would laugh happily outside the doghouse, as if he saw something particularly interesting.

Now, does his new owner want to play this game too?

The boy's body began to tremble uncontrollably.