"Are you very angry?"
A sudden voice sounded above Cui Yu's head.
Cui Yu was startled and didn't have time to hide the unwillingness in her eyes before she met a pair of cold eyes.
She felt a panic in her heart.
But she quickly calmed down and replied respectfully, "My dear lady, I don't have any."
Yang Zhao glanced at her calmly and said, "Butler Yan, find a matchmaker and sell her off cheaply."
Selling at a low price usually means selling to brothels and other places.
It is the worst kind.
Cui Yu's face changed after hearing this.
Subconsciously raised her head: "Miss, what did I do wrong? Why did you sell me?"
Her voice was not as respectful as before, and even had a hint of questioning in it.
Maids like Cuiyu were specially trained to climb into the master's bed. They have long regarded themselves as half-masters rather than obedient servants, so naturally they have a temper in their bones.
Once activated.
Such people are like rats in the gutter.
Yang Zhaoke did not miss it. The look in her eyes when she glared at Xier just now was filled with jealousy, resentment and anger.
It seemed that if she was given the chance, she would tear Xier apart without hesitation.
This kind of person cannot be kept!
"Butler Yan, dig out her eyes for me first." Yang Zhao said lightly, looking at Cui Yu's eyes.
Butler Yan was stunned.
After realizing that the young lady was not joking, Butler Yan did not hesitate and called a few servants to arrest Cui Yu directly, and asked someone to fetch a knife.
"Miss, I belong to the Madam, you have no right to deal with me!" Cui Yu said strugglingly.
But no matter how she struggled, it was useless.
soon.
The servant brought a sharp little scimitar.
When Cuiyu saw the knife, there was finally a hint of panic in her eyes.
"elder sister!"
At this time, Yang Huaijin came over holding Xier.
He put Xier's little hand into Yang Zhao's, smiled brightly and said to her: "Take Xier into the house first."
"Here, I come!"
How could such a dirty thing pollute my sister's eyes?
Yang Zhao lowered his head to glance at the well-behaved Xier, and did not refuse: "Then Xier and I will go into the house and wait for you."
"good."
Yang Huaijin watched Yang Zhao leave before turning to look at Cui Yu who was being escorted by a servant.
When Cuiyu saw Yang Huaijin, she burst into tears. "Third Young Master, I really don't know what I did wrong to make the young lady unhappy. Can you please save me? I will behave myself and serve the lady well in the future."
Her tears fell one by one.
Like pearls on a broken string.
It slowly fell down her cheek and into her clothes, looking very charming.
Cuiyu knew very well that this look of hers would make her the most pitiable, so she put all her effort into posing in this manner.
Eyes watery.
Xiubo sent secretly.
Wanting to arouse Yang Huaijin's sympathy.
But it can bear fruit.
A pair of eyes were fixed in astonishment and fear, and it was Yang Huaijin who did it.
"ah--"
A shrill scream.
Yang Huaijin's white sleeves were splattered with blood. He frowned and looked at it, then had to go back to his yard to change his clothes first.
But just as he reached a gate with hanging flowers.
corner.
He was bumped into by a petite figure.
He subconsciously reached out and hugged her.
The waist under the loose clothes was so thin that he could hold it with one hand, and it was surprisingly soft.
woman?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Yang Huaijin raised his hand and pushed the person away as if he had encountered a dung beetle.
"ah!"
The petite figure almost flew out.
When Ayew landed, his lower back hit a stone pillar directly. He grimaced in pain and felt as if his waist was about to break.
"you……"
Yang Huaijin thought it was another scheming maid.
But when I saw it, I was dumbfounded.
The person he pushed out was not a maid at all.
It was actually a monk, and a young monk who looked only twelve or thirteen years old.
She is very pretty.
It seemed that because of the heavy collision, his handsome face was frighteningly pale. Yang Huaijin hurried forward: "Young Master, are you okay?"
He wants to help people.
Ah You, however, gasped and hurriedly stopped Yang Huaijin from touching him: "Don't, don't touch me, it's going to break."
Is it going to break?
Only then did Yang Huaijin discover the small stone pillar under Ayou's lower back.
This is a hit on the waist.
He was immediately annoyed: "I'm sorry, little master, I really didn't mean it just now, I thought..."
You can't say you thought he was a woman who would throw herself at you!
This little monk is still a child!!
"Young Master, please wait a moment. I'll go get a doctor for you." Yang Huaijin stood up and prepared to call someone.
A small hand pulled at the leg of his trousers.
Ayou endured the pain and pointed to the pendant bag she was carrying. This was specially prepared by the maid when she changed her clothes. "Help me take out the silver needle in the small cloth bag."
Yang Huaijin naturally helped him get it.
"Clothes, help me lift up the clothes around my waist." Ayu said again.
You can't move at will at this time.
Otherwise my waist will really break.
And the acupuncture must be done quickly to clear the blood stasis and prevent the subsequent damage from being too serious...
Yang Huaijin knew that he was in the wrong, so he was very obedient and helped with whatever he was told to do.
It was impossible to just lift up the clothes, so I had to untie one side of the robe and then peel it off layer by layer.
Finally, the person's waist was exposed.
white.
It's the kind that's so white it glows.
Yang Huaijin was a little surprised.
But that's all.
After all, in his eyes, this is just a tiny child.
"There's an acupuncture point I can't reach, can you help me?"
"Okay, where is it? You tell me."
"The X point three fingers wide on the lower back."
Upon hearing this, Yang Huaijin gently turned him over, then reached out and placed his hand on his lower back and measured the position of three fingers.
How can this child be so soft? !
It's like he has no bones in his body.
"Yes, that's it."
Ayou was sweating profusely in pain. When he felt that Yang Huaijin's fingers had touched the right spot, he handed him the silver needle.
After Yang Huaijin took the silver needle, he didn't know how to start.
Let him operate the knife.
It was his first time to give an acupuncture injection.
"Don't be afraid, just insert the needle as I just did. The acupuncture point is where I just said." Ayu's voice was soft and gentle, and it sounded very comfortable.
Yang Huaijin looked at the little monk who was clearly in so much pain that his forehead was covered in sweat, but he was still gently comforting him.
I laughed for a moment.
"Okay, just bear with it."
He inserted the needle without hesitation, but tried to be as gentle and slow as possible, even a little cautious.
But at this time.
"ah!"
A cry of surprise was heard.
It was a passing slave.
They all looked surprised, as if frightened by the dirty appearance of Yang Huaijin and Ayou.
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