"stop!"
At the crucial moment, an old man came out and took the reins of the horse, dividing the stable into two small individual compartments.
That way, the horse can't hurt An'an.
The old man went out for a while and then came back. He picked up An'an and fed him a bowl of warm water and a steamed bun.
After drinking a large bowl of warm water, An'an had some strength left and tried to sit up, but she collapsed to the ground as soon as she managed to break free.
The wound hit the ground, and he cried out in pain, wincing in pain.
The old man watched quietly until he saw An'an get up on her own, pick up the steamed bun, and wolf it down before he spoke.
"If you want to live, you have to let go of everything. Face, self-esteem, you have to let go of everything, otherwise you might as well commit suicide."
Perhaps it was because he remembered that his grandson, who had died young, was also around this age, that he could actually feel soft-hearted.
Old Guan had a stubble beard and disheveled hair. His small, long eyes were hidden in his thick hair, making them seem difficult to see.
If it weren't for his exceptional skill in taming wild horses, he wouldn't have a place in this mansion.
"I...I want to live..."
An An said in a hoarse voice.
The steamed bun was too dry, and he choked so hard that his eyes rolled back, and his throat felt like it was being scratched by something.
But he has to eat.
If he doesn't eat, he might not be able to hold on.
"If you want to live, stop being so pretentious. When you were sold here, you weren't a person anymore; you were just a toy, a servant, in other people's eyes."
An'an is still young. Even though he has experienced dramatic changes in his life in the past twenty-odd days, he is still terrified and cannot bear to hear these words.
Tears streamed down my face; I felt utterly helpless.
"Why are you crying? Think about how to survive."
Old Guan seemed to be getting impatient and stood up to leave.
An'an hurriedly called out, "Could I have another sip of water?"
After eating this steamed bun, my throat felt parched and burning.
I'm so thirsty.
To everyone's surprise, Lao Guan ignored him completely and turned away.
About an hour later, someone came to feed the horses.
One manger contains feed for the horses, while the other manger contains water.
The horse next door is drinking water with its tongue out, slurping and splashing.
Seeing that the water in the manger was getting less and less, An'an didn't care about anything else. She hurriedly reached through the railing with both hands to scoop up water and drank it desperately!
When An'an took the first sip, she felt wronged and upset.
But then he kept drinking like crazy.
I need to drink so I don't die of thirst.
Who cares if they're competing with the horses for water?
Here, have a pancake.
Suddenly a boy of seven or eight years old came over and quietly slipped a fine white flour pancake into his hand.
An'an took it, tears of gratitude streaming down her face: "Thank you."
By the time he wanted to ask who the other person was, they had already left.
An'an didn't eat all the pancakes at once, but only took two small bites and hid the rest.
When you're really starving, then eat a couple more bites.
That way I can live for two more days.
As night fell, the night wind blew, seemingly carrying a chill. An'an huddled in a corner, desperately covering herself with dirty straw, some even covered in horse manure.
But the straw would scatter in the wind, so how could it bring him even a little warmth?
The October wind isn't bone-chilling, but it's cold enough to make you lose all warmth...
An'an curled up, thinking to herself.
Just hang in there, his parents and grandparents are definitely looking for him.
They must be looking for him.
"An'an, candy, eat!"
Suddenly, I heard my aunt's cheerful voice and the sweet smell of candy balls.
An'an was overjoyed and immediately sat up, exclaiming, "Auntie! I knew you could find me!"
But when he opened his eyes, all he could see were dirty straws, and there was not a trace of his family.
The air around my nose smelled of stinking horse manure; where was the sweet aroma of candy balls?
"Waaaaah, Mom and Dad, when are you coming to save me...?"
An'an curled up, hugging her knees, and cried miserably.
The torment of the past few days and the fear in his heart, accompanied by the cold wind, finally broke him down.
The next day, someone discovered that An'an had developed a high fever and her forehead was burning hot!
Someone immediately went to inform the young master.
"Young Master, something terrible has happened! That little stable boy is dying! Should we throw him out?"
"presumptuous!"
Someone shouted, startling the servant who had come in to report, who immediately knelt down.
The butler asked softly, "Young Master, since you've just arrived, why don't you go and pay your respects to the Master and Madam first?"
"Cough cough."
The exceptionally handsome young man, dressed in magnificent robes, exuded an even more refined and otherworldly charm.
The butler felt a chill run down his spine at the sound of the boy's cough.
Will this sickly child die here?
After the coughing subsided, he took another sip of tea to calm himself down, and only then did a trace of color return to the boy's face.
The maid Hongling asked in a low voice, "Young Master, why don't you go back and rest for a while?"
Now that we've just arrived at the mansion in the capital, can the young master's body handle it?
Shen Nanxun waved his hand and asked the kneeling servant, "Who are you saying is going to die of illness?"
The servant answered tremblingly, "It's a stable boy that the young master just bought."
"A stable boy?" Shen Nanxun raised an eyebrow slightly.
Hongling gave him a look, and the servant immediately replied:
"Reporting to the eldest young master, it was the young master who wanted to ride a horse, but the master wouldn't allow it, so the young master bought a little servant to ride as a horse. Today, when feeding the horse, we found that he had a high fever, and his forehead was so hot that it could boil an egg. I'm afraid he won't survive."
"You bastard!"
Shen Nanxun was furious.
Although the sound was not loud, the momentum suddenly increased and amplified.
The questioning voice seemed to strike at everyone's heart, producing a dull, frightening sound.
The servants were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, trembling.
The housekeeper was also startled.
This sickly young master has quite the air about him.
“Although he was bought as a servant, he is still a human life. How can he be treated so lightly?” Hongling understood the young master’s meaning and immediately questioned him.
At this moment, the young master Shen Donglin couldn't help but speak up: "He's just a servant. What's the big deal if he dies? Am I, the young master of a dignified earl's mansion, not even allowed to dispose of the servants my family bought?"
Shen Donglin is only nine years old this year, but he is much fatter than his peers.
Perhaps it was because she was too fat that her facial features were squeezed out of shape, making her look far less attractive than her brother Shen Nanxun.
In terms of appearance and talent, Shen Donglin was inferior to Shen Nanxun in every way, which made him inherently resentful.
He hadn't really cared much about the fate of a servant, but now that Shen Nanxun insisted on sparing his life, he was determined to kill him!
The servants were caught in a dilemma, and cold sweat broke out on their brows.
When masters fight, it's always the servants who suffer!
Whose advice should we listen to?
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