Chapter 165 World 7 (Thirteen)
Duan Changfeng glanced at Wu Li, who was walking ahead of him. The heavy, dark chains had already rubbed deep red marks on Wu Li's wrists and ankles. Seeing this, Duan Changfeng felt no pity or sympathy. He still remembered how this lowly slave had run madly into Bao Shan's residence on the way back to the Central Plains, leaving Bao Shan trembling with fear.
Wu Li's brand-new outer robe caught Duan Changfeng's attention. Seeing the piping at the cuffs, Duan Changfeng's eyes froze. When embroidering garments, embroiderers often only focus on the size and fit, embroidering at most two or three blades of grass to avoid appearing plain. Whose lucky knot was this robe? Duan Changfeng pondered for a moment, and his mind settled on it.
However, Duan Changfeng still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He stared at Wu Li's outer robe without moving his eyes, and asked nonchalantly, "Which embroiderer in the city made that slave's clothes? The embroidery looks so exquisite."
Bao Shan lowered his eyes and said nothing. Dong Yixiao, the leader, raised his voice and replied, "You can't hire this embroiderer."
Bao Shan said softly, "Dad, you're talking nonsense again."
Duan Changfeng couldn't help but realize that this outer robe was made by Bao Shan himself. A bitter smile played at the corner of his lips, and he withdrew his scrutinizing gaze from Wu Li. His tone was a little strained, "So that's why. No wonder it's so different."
Baoshan raised her beautiful eyes slightly, her cheeks flushed: "Brother Changfeng is just like daddy, saying nonsense to make fun of me.
It's just a winter coat, originally made for Dad, but since I saw Wu Li had no clothes that fit him, I gave it to him."
After hearing these words, Duan Changfeng's heart, which had been like being soaked in acid water, seemed to be fished out by a soft hand. His dull eyes immediately regained their luster, and he surrounded Baoshan and asked about her well-being again.
Duan Changfeng had no idea that in the eyes of others, his behavior made him look like a foolish young man whose joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were all affected by the words of the treasure fan.
Wu Li listened to the laughter and chatter coming from beside him, but he could only understand a few simple words.
Wu Li deliberately slowed down his pace and looked at Bao Shan's fair and smooth profile. The sound of the chains colliding with each other made Wu Li wake up instantly.
Women from the Central Plains and slaves from foreign lands... What was he thinking about?
Wu Li withdrew his gaze, and his relaxed heart suddenly became colder and harder.
Baoshan answered Duan Changfeng's questions softly. Duan Changfeng asked as he pleased, and he didn't seem to care what Baoshan said in response. He just listened to Baoshan's voice and his brows relaxed.
Baoshan noticed Wuli's gloomy expression, but did not gently walk forward to comfort the lonely Wuli.
If you treat others kindly, you will gain their loyalty.
Those who are in high positions can save people from danger with just a flick of their fingers. Wouldn’t they be able to win over everyone?
Baoshan's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she thought of Princess An Ning in her dream, who owned countless treasures.
Because his favorite little slave was bullied, he only needed to say a few words to vent his anger on the little slave's behalf.
Then, she used silks, satins, delicacies and fine wines to create a warm room for the little slave.
In terms of status and power, Baoshan, as the daughter of a horse merchant, naturally cannot be compared with Princess An Ning.
In this way, the precious fan healed Wu Li with the warmth that could be accumulated without the use of money, and made him fall in love with her.
Baoshan wants Wuli to treat her, a commoner, with affection.
Only when faced with the careful care of Princess An Ning can he remain calm and unmoved, and his affection remains unchanged.
Even if Dong Yixiao were to follow the path of destiny, Wu Li would not sit idly by and watch Princess An Ning beat Bao Shan and his daughter to death with a stick.
Outside the slave garden, guards blocked the way for several people. Duan Changfeng pulled out a wooden token from his pocket and was allowed to pass.
Compared to the noisy and bustling slave market, the Slave Garden was far more elegant. Pavilions, towers, flowers, trees, and flowing water filled the air. Upon learning of Dong Yixiao's purpose, the people in the Slave Garden chuckled and asked, "Do you want to see the trained slaves?"
Dong Yixiao nodded.
The man's light gaze fell on Baoshan, causing Baoshan's eyelashes to tremble and he lowered his head timidly.
Duan Changfeng saw this and stood up and walked in front of the treasured fan, blocking the man's sight. His voice was also a little cold: "We want to see the slaves, why are you staring at the women?"
The man raised his eyebrows and said with an ambiguous tone, "Since you want to see a slave who can please a woman, you should naturally let a slave serve this girl.
Otherwise, if I bring this slave here, am I supposed to massage his back and shoulders for you two to prove that he is well tamed?"
Dong Yixiao frowned and opened his mouth to say something. Baoshan tugged at Duan Changfeng's sleeve and smiled softly at the people in the slave garden, "We were the ones who were rude."
When the man heard the sound of the treasure fan, his eyes darkened slightly, and then a wider smile appeared on his face: "Young lady, you are beautiful and naturally lucky. Perhaps you can see the treasures in the slave garden today."
Bao Shan thanked him softly, "Thank you for your help."
After the man left, Baoshan gently comforted the depressed Duan Changfeng and Dong Yixiao, who had a frown on his face.
"Dad and Brother Changfeng came to the slave garden just to see the taming methods here.
Besides, that person's words were indeed reasonable and he didn't mean to offend."
Bao Shan stretched out her white hand and gently tugged at Duan Changfeng's sleeve: "Besides, with Daddy and Brother Changfeng here, who can bully me?"
Dong Yixiao and Duan Changfeng were finally persuaded. Dong Yixiao wanted to tame Wu Li into a docile slave, and having heard that Nu Yuan was proficient in this art, he had come specifically for this purpose. Returning empty-handed would be a source of regret. Furthermore, according to Nu Yuan, tamed slaves were meant to please women, so he definitely needed to find a woman to personally examine the slave's temperament.
In less than half an incense stick of time, the man from the slave garden came back, bringing a slave with him.
Only after the people in the slave garden spoke did the slave raise his head, and his entire face appeared in front of everyone.
It was a face like the rising sun on the grassland, with fair skin and deep eyes.
Even without showing a smile, it makes people feel happy.
The slave didn't look very old, so Dong Yixiao asked carefully, "How old is he?"
The slave looked up at the man in the slave garden, and when he saw him nod in agreement, he opened his mouth to answer, "Eighteen."
Dong Yixiao touched his nose, thinking that it was because of his childish face that he thought he was the same age as Baoshan, but he never expected that he was a few years older than Baoshan.
The people in the slave garden raised their arms and pointed to the wooden chair in the center, asking Baoshan to sit on it.
Baoshan glanced at Dong Yixiao and Duan Changfeng, then slowly walked forward.
The slaves from the Nuyuan walked up to Baoshan and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You are so beautiful, it's a pity for Zhuo Er."
Bao Shan was puzzled and frowned slightly: "What?"
The people in the slave garden chuckled: "Zhuoer has a stubborn temper. It took me a lot of effort to tame him.
Today is the day to inspect the results. If you hadn't come, Nuyuan would have given Zhuoer to someone else.
Whether he's violent or eccentric, he's fine as long as he's paid. But you came, and you made it so the drow didn't have to hold their noses and accept him. That's why I say the drow are lucky."
Before Bao Shan could ponder these words, the slaves in the Nuyuan stepped back, putting some distance between them and Bao Shan. They looked at Dong Yixiao and the others and said, "Bring forward the slave you wish to tame. Even slaves are jealous of each other. Whip him, torture him, and don't let him go."
But if his master were given to another slave, he would turn from a wolf into a dog, wagging his tail to compete for favors."
Duan Changfeng did not move and questioned, "But Baoshan is not the slave's keeper. Uncle Dong is."
The eyes of the people in the slave garden flickered slightly, as if they saw through Duan Changfeng's intentions -
From the moment he learned that the slaves in the slave garden were to serve the precious fan, Duan Changfeng regretted it and tried to stop it.
“Although Miss Baoshan was not the slave’s master, she lived with him day and night.
In my opinion, Miss Baoshan has a gentle temperament and her figure is as slender as a willow swaying in the wind.
Even the humblest slaves would consider it their own property, no different from their masters."
Dong Yixiao's brows relaxed and he listened attentively to the words of the people in Nuyuan.
The servants in the slave garden continued, "Zhuo Er hasn't even waited on Miss Bao Shan yet, and you're refusing to allow this or that. Later, you'll definitely try to obstruct her in every way you can. How about this? You all follow me from the pavilion not far away and watch. If anyone is worried and notices something unusual, we can come right here."
Otherwise, due to your hesitation and entanglement, the results of slave training would be blocked before they can be realized."
Duan Changfeng wanted to say something else, but Dong Yixiao reached out to stop him.
Dong Yixiao looked at Baoshan and saw Baoshan nodded gently, so he agreed to the suggestion of the people in the slave garden.
Dong Yixiao and Duan Changfeng walked into the pavilion. There were some refreshments on the stone table, but no one had the heart to taste them.
Wu Li was tied up tightly to ensure that he could not break free, and then the slaves brought Wu Li to the treasure fan.
Zhuo Er bent his knees and knelt in front of Bao Shan. Bao Shan then discovered that Zhuo Er had slightly curly hair, huge eyes, and pupils like obsidian, which shimmered slightly, making his face look even more childish.
Zhuo Er suffered a lot in the slave garden, and only then did he learn to be obedient and to read the expressions of the people in the slave garden and act accordingly.
Zhuo Er raised his head and looked up at the treasured fan, secretly regretting and feeling lucky that it was not someone with a hideous face.
But Zhuoer knew that no matter how despicable the person in front of him was, the people in the slave garden would not be soft-hearted. They would watch from the side and make Zhuoer serve and flatter him according to the way they had trained him.
Zhuo Er pleaded in his unskilled Central Plains dialect, "My face is hurt. Please help me, okay?"
The precious fan really lifted up Zhuo Er's face, a face that was always full of vitality and brilliance no matter when you looked at it.
Bao Shan's fingertips moved slightly, and he carefully looked at Zhuo Er's smooth and flawless face, wondering, "Where are you injured?"
Zhuo Er clearly felt the delicate softness of the fan's fingertips, and the touch of her fingertips on his cheek brought a light coolness. But it did not make him want to retreat, but instead made him want to get closer.
According to the method he had learned before, while Baoshan was not paying attention, Zhuoer turned around and pressed his lips against Baoshan's soft hand.
Bao Shan's body stiffened slightly, and he quickly let go of Zhuo Er. Bao Shan was so weak that he couldn't even tie a chicken.
But with just a slight movement, Zhuo Er seemed to be pushed by brute force and fell on the toes of the treasure fan.
The warm breath sprayed on Baoshan's embroidered shoes.
Baoshan timidly withdrew his foot, but Zhuoer reached out and held one of them.
Zhuo Er raised his head and looked at Bao Shan with his brilliant face: "Is Zhuo Er ugly?"
Wu Li, who was brought here, had no time to vent the anger in his chest.
When he saw that face, his eyes widened and he called out in a lost voice, "Zhuo Er?"
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