Chapter 776 She Should Hate and Blame Him
"Well, you are becoming more and more capable of doing your job."
Shisan and An Luhai were actually quite familiar with each other. After all, the friendship was forged over countless barbecues.
"Thanks to you, Thirteenth Master, this is all I can do. If I can make you laugh, all my hard work won't be in vain."
When Thirteen entered the room, his mind was naturally not on An Luhai, and his eyes were already looking inside the house.
The courtyard where Wenjiu and the meal were served was quite large. Although the kitchen was a small one, it was bright and spacious. Glancing around, there were more than a dozen servants doing their respective duties, each busy with their own work.
Thirteen thought about it and glanced at Zhang Li behind him. Seeing Zhang Li's eyes looking towards the innermost part, Thirteenth Master looked at him without any expression and said, "You go about your business. I haven't seen anything I want to eat yet, so I'll just take a look."
"Master Thirteen, our kitchen is very dirty and messy. Please don't mess up your clothes. What do you want to see? I will ask someone to bring it to you."
"It's okay," Thirteen frowned. "Just go ahead and do your thing. Don't worry about me. If you follow me again, I'll punish you."
Thirteen said this, flicked his sleeves, and went to the girl.
An Luhai watched, and dared not move. Each of the masters had his own quirks, and he naturally did not dare to interfere. Now he could only let the Thirteenth Master do whatever he wanted.
Zhang Li brought Thirteen to Miss Wen and gave her a wink.
Thirteen looked at her and found that this girl really looked a bit like Hong Guo.
Hongguo is like this, a little thin, always staying in the corner, sometimes not saying a word for a whole day.
"You... your hand is injured?"
Thirteen's face remained calm, as if he had casually asked the question. However, the fists in his sleeves were clenched even tighter. He stared at the person in front of him without blinking.
"Tenth... Thirteenth Master!" Xiao Tao was so frightened that she almost jumped up and immediately withdrew her hand: "Thirteenth Master, this hand of mine has been injured for some time. Now it won't delay me from washing the vegetables and won't dirty the food."
Thirteen was stunned and frowned immediately: "Let me see it first."
As she spoke, Xiaotao carefully extended her hand.
Thirteen glanced at her wrist, unable to conceal the disappointment in his eyes. He finally perked up and asked, "Can you make tea?"
Xiao Tao hung her head and said, "I only know how to make loose tea. My family used to run a small teahouse, but I'm a bit of a fool and haven't learned anything."
"Oh," Thirteen responded, "Where are you from?"
"My home is in the capital."
Thirteen nodded: "Well, let's do our work well."
After saying that, he looked around symbolically, then turned around and walked out.
Hongguo...is extremely good at making tea, especially a cup of plum blossom drink.
Even in the bitterly cold winter of that year, when there was no tea to drink, she used snow water as water and plum leaves as tea, and still elegantly served him a cup. Her tea was bland. But that single flavor accompanied him through those difficult years. Even now, when he thinks of it, the fragrance of plum blossoms still lingers on his lips and teeth.
Her ancestral home wasn't in Beijing, and her parents had passed away long ago. She was raised by her aunt, and when she spoke of her aunt, she smiled and said that if she had the chance in the future, she would go back to her hometown to see her. She also said that her aunt lived a hard life, always eating a single steamed bun, and still relied on her to provide for her in her old age.
Thirteen had taken it to heart back then, but when his fourth brother ascended the throne, he became the closest prince and suddenly became extremely powerful, and he was also dazzled by the sudden rise of power.
During that time, he only remembered the humiliation he had endured over the years, and he only wanted to make amends for himself. He wanted to make those who had trampled on him pay the price. He completely forgot about her beside him.
Or maybe he deliberately forgot about her back then.
Only she knew clearly the days when she had been lingering like a rat in a gutter. It was as if her body was covered with scars, a terrifying sight.
At that time, he was surrounded by beautiful women, and there was nothing he couldn't get as long as he wanted.
Power, status, and beauties, after his fourth brother ascended the throne, were delivered to him in droves. He didn't actually want to abandon her; he just wanted to indulge her. He simply didn't want to see her for the time being.
But the beautiful concubines around him thought they had guessed his thoughts and actually laid hands on her.
What are they?
Even if he didn't want to see her, those people were not as important as a single hair of hers.
He cut off those people's claws, cut off their tongues, and wiped out their entire families, but he still couldn't get her back.
The person who had been with him for thirteen years and had carried all his glory and disgrace for those thirteen years was killed by those ants in disguise of beauties.
If she really died, no one would remember the Thirteenth Master anymore. He was so sick that he couldn't even move his fingers, and he needed a scary-looking woman to serve him when he was eating and going to the toilet.
No one knew that he had pressed her back, lifted her skirt, and forced her.
Thirteen thought that she must hate him and blame him, so it would not be an exaggeration to stab him.
However, when he found her, she was still holding the plum leaf she had used to make tea for him in her hand. The plum branch she wore on her head was the one he had casually picked and pinned in her hair, a plum branch that had withered for years.
This must be the only thing he gave her. When he held it in his hand, the plum branch broke so fragilely that he didn't even know how she had kept it for so many years.
He gave many things to the other women, including gold, silver, jewelry, silks and satins, as rewards flowed down like water.
But she alone, appearing in those years when he had nothing, was a gift, a plum branch that would break easily. In the end, the plum branch, like her, eventually left him.
Shisan sometimes wondered if God had given him a second chance and given him a chance to make it up to her.
But why is there no result in the search now?
"Where the hell are you..."
"Thirteen, what are you thinking about?"
Suddenly he felt someone patting his shoulder. When the Thirteenth Master came to his senses, he saw the Third Master grinning with his big white teeth.
Thirteen was stunned for a moment, then immediately clasped his fists and said, "Third brother is here too?"
The Third Master looked at Thirteen and said, "Why are your eyes so red, boy? Could it be that you read the letter from the capital here with the Fourth Master and are missing your mother?"
Thirteen was stunned for a moment, then just smiled: "Third brother, you're joking. It's just that the sand got in my eyes."
"Tsk tsk, I was wondering, why would you cry at such an old age? How about what delicious food are there in the kitchen today?" The Third Master opened his folding fan with a snap and said with a smile.
Thirteen was stunned: "There are a lot of food. You will know when you see it later, brother San." After that, he walked quickly into the house.
The Third Master couldn't help but rub his forehead with his fan. He didn't know what was going on today. Why were they all so strange? There must be something he didn't know about. The Third Master pondered this and immediately stopped going to the kitchen. He followed Thirteen into the house.
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