In the early morning, the slave who was guarding outside knew that his master had woken up after hearing the noises in the house. He knocked on the door gently, and pushed it open after getting a response. He gestured to let the people behind him come in behind him.
The servants who came in were very careful with the things they carried, for fear of disturbing the master.
The second slave carefully helped the master change his clothes. He knelt down on his knees and held the master's feet to put shoes on the master, and helped the master get out of bed, "Master, breakfast is ready for you outside."
It seemed that he had been embraced in a familiar embrace at night. When he woke up in the morning, he was the only one in the bed. If it weren't for the hair falling on the pillow, Fang Ziye would not have known that someone had come to his room last night.
And knowing that person had come, for some reason, something in his heart seemed to have dissipated, without a trace.
"Go out." He waved his hand.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and a servant holding a tray came in, placed the breakfast on the table one by one, and then left one by one. Ershun hurriedly opened the lids one by one, wiped the master's bowls and chopsticks again with a plain white handkerchief, and put them back in front of the master.
"You are the only one who has so many rules." Fang Ziye was not such a particular person, and he didn't know where this servant learned the rules and why he was so particular.
"Hehe..." Ershun smiled foolishly. He didn't say that he had been beaten by the master over and over again, and he learned these rules slowly. As long as it was for the good of the master, he, Ershun, would work hard to learn them.
Now the master is pregnant, and it's different from the past. He has to serve her more carefully.
Before the food on the table was served, it was tested for poison one by one with a silver needle. He would taste everything before sending it to his master. However, he would not tell his master these days.
The snacks on the plates were emitting steam. These foods were prepared according to his favorite taste. Outside, the dark clouds had dissipated at some point, and the rain that had been falling for several days had stopped. The ground was wet, and the accumulated water had been swept away by the servants. It had rained heavily last night.
When the rain stopped, the gloomy heart also dissipated. When he
was in a good mood, his appetite came when he looked at the food in front of him. When he picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up something to eat, Fang Ziye remembered the child who was brought back that night, and asked, "Where is the child?"
The child? Ershun paused for a moment when asked this question, then he remembered the child that Wu brought back that night, and said, "Here, at Wu's place." He hadn't seen the child for a few days. He heard that the child had a fever that night, so he asked a doctor to come and see him. He didn't know if he was well.
He was busy serving his master every day, so he didn't have the energy to care about other dispensable people.
"Go and bring him here." Fang Ziye reached out and touched the moving child in his belly. He had been feeling unwell these days, and for a moment he had forgotten about the child that Wu brought back from Feng's mansion that night.
It was heard that Feng Fuyin had two boys, and a family of more than 20 people, including the two children, except for Feng Chengyong who was taken away, all the family members were burned to death in the fire. I wonder if the child that Wu happened to bring back was one of the two children in the Feng Mansion. Thinking of the many lives that died in the Feng Mansion, he sighed. Even if the child was not Feng Chengyong's child, he was still related to the Feng Mansion and luckily escaped the disaster of extermination.
"Yes, I'll go now." Ershun saw that his master put down his chopsticks, and he knew that his master meant to wait for him to bring the child over. Soon
, Wu led a child who had changed into clean clothes and washed clean. His face was white and quiet, following behind Ershun. The child seemed very shy. One hand tightly grasped the clothes of the person who led him, and he didn't let go all the way. He followed behind with his short legs, half walking and half running, and didn't know where they were being taken.
The raised little face showed his trust in the man who gave him warm clothes and delicious food.
"Master, we've brought him here." Ershun went back to report.
Fang Ziye saw the child standing by Awu's legs trying to hide himself, and thought of the twenty-odd days of unjust deaths in the Feng Mansion. Feng Chengyong was still in prison, and he didn't know if he could get out of there. Poor child.
"Come here." He looked at the direction where the child was hiding and said.
"Go over." Awu saw his master calling the child over, and when he looked down, he saw the child trying to hide behind him. He glanced at his master, bent down and pushed the child's shoulder, "Be good, go." After
spending so many days with the child, he learned how to coax the child.
It was necessary to coax such a little thing. In the first two days after bringing it back, it cried day and night, and would call him "Amu" when he was around. If he hadn't seen that the little thing was still sick, he would have wanted to throw it into the rain.
The doctor prescribed medicine for the child and left it to him without caring about it. Fortunately, the child took the medicine and his fever subsided.
The child stayed with him for a few days and was well-behaved. After the fever subsided, he wanted to follow him everywhere. He had his own things to do during the day, and he couldn't take care of the child all the time, so he left him in the house and asked the servants in the yard to help take care of him. He didn't take good care of the child, and just wanted to feed the child well and not starve to death.
After a few days, his master remembered that the child was still with him, and asked Ershun to bring the child back to him. Ah Wu heaved a sigh of relief, otherwise he would not know how to raise the child if he stayed with him.
The child looked up at his uncle who let him pass, stretched his head out, looked at the person who was sitting there and let him pass, smelled the food, moved his nose, and then walked out from behind his uncle's long legs and walked over step by step.
Fang Ziye saw the child. The child was white and quiet. His eyes looked at him timidly and warily. His eyes could not help but glance at the table with food. It seemed that he wanted to eat the food on the table. He said, "Sit down."
The child stood next to a chair, pursed his lips and looked at such a high chair. He tried to climb up with his hands and feet, but his legs were too short. He climbed up with a grunt and did not ask for help.
Ah Wu, who was behind, was afraid that the child would fall, so he glanced at Ershun who was standing next to him. Ershun couldn't ignore that look. It would be dark by the time the child climbed up. His master was waiting for the child to come over and hadn't even had breakfast yet. He took two steps forward, picked up the child and sat him down.
Xiao Li'er was a well-educated child. He smiled sweetly at the person who helped him. Thinking of their young master, Ershun didn't dislike the child that much in his heart. His master seemed to like the child very much, but he knew that it might be because the young master was not around him.
Across the table, Fang Ziye, who was sitting opposite, watched the whole action of the child and couldn't help laughing. Xiao Li'er opposite him looked silly. Such a good-looking person seemed to attract him more than the food in front of him.
"Are you hungry?" Fang Ziye asked.
"Yeah." Xiao Li'er moved his gaze back to the food on the table and swallowed, but his mother taught him that he could not touch the food on the table without the permission of the elders. When he thought of his mother, father and brothers, although Xiao Li'er was young, he knew that he might not see his mother and brothers again, and he felt sad.
Ershun brought a set of bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of the child.
Seeing the sad expression on the child's face, Fang Ziye didn't know what the child was thinking, so he said, "Eat it." He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a bun with vegetarian stuffing. He now prefers light taste and doesn't like greasy things, because the food on the table is all vegetarian.
Looking at the bun, Xiao Li'er tried to grab the chopsticks, but found that his little hands were too small to hold the chopsticks. He didn't dare to grab it with his hands to eat it.
"Grab it with your hands." Fang Ziye glanced at Ershun who was standing behind him. Ershun wanted to step forward, but Ah Wu stepped forward first.
A meal started like this and ended like this.
The food on the table was removed and tea was served. Fang Ziye looked at the child who had just wolfed down his food and was now sitting upright opposite him, and asked, "What's his name?"
The child pursed his lips and said nothing. The person opposite also waited patiently. After a while, the child was heard to say in a mosquito-like voice, "Xiao Li'er."
"Feng Zhili, Feng Chengyong's youngest son?" Fang Ziye remembered that someone had told him about Feng Chengyong's two children. The younger one was named Feng Zhili. Then Xiao Li'er was undoubtedly Feng Chengyong's youngest son.
He remembered that Ah Wu had been taking care of the child these days, and fortunately, he had not caused any problems with the child.
"Ershun, ask someone to clean up a room for the child." He said.
"Yes." Ershun replied.
After breakfast, Fang Ziye went into the study. It was in this courtyard that he lived. He had a lot of business to deal with every day. His people followed him in and reported the things outside and in the palace. He asked, "Is Feng Fuyin still in the Tianjian Mansion?"
This meant that Feng Chengyong was still alive and well in prison.
"Yes." Ah Wu replied.
Fang Ziye couldn't control the affairs of the government. Naturally, there were people who could take care of these things. I heard that Qi Xiang wanted to protect Feng Chengyong. Some people wanted Feng Fuyin to live, and some people wanted Feng Fuyin to die. Whether he could survive depended on whether Feng Chengyong was destined to die.
As for the things in the palace, Fang Ziye also heard about it. He could only say that Mr. Shen was very resourceful. Thinking of Shen Zhengyang's stupidity, it really didn't occur that he had such a powerful uncle.
Those who harm others will be harmed by others. Sun Yulin deserves what he has today.
He cannot control the affairs of the court. It is the child's luck that he has fallen into his hands. Thinking of his little baby, Fang Ziye decided to temporarily raise the child for Feng Chengyong. It would be best if he could come out alive and take his child back.