Chapter 47: Life Comprehension
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Shen Xiangwan glanced at him with a half-smile, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
San Huayu who was ignored, angrily grabbed the rice, "I say, why are you like this, you are not likable at all, no wonder the Young Master is thinking about how to punish you. Hmph."
She just caught a fever and cooked some porridge for herself, with some chopped green leaves sprinkled in it, which seemed to have good color.
Originally San Huayu ate dry rice, but seeing that the porridge she made looked good, he followed up with another bowl.
"Don't eat the pickles, I brought them from home."
"Oh, forget it, for your poor sake, I'll just give it to you. By the way, bad girl, you're all right now?”
As he spoke, San Huayu stretched out his hand to consider her forehead.
"What are you doing?"
At this moment, a rude roar sounded.
San Huayu quickly retracted his hand in fright, jumped up and bent over to greet him.
"Master, you're back."
Murong Rongzhi stared at his left hand coldly, "I asked what are you doing?" As he spoke the young man kicked San Huayu's waist with a ruthless kick.
Boom!
Being kicked to the ground, San Huayu didn't dare to snort, so he knelt on the side, "I, I just want to see if that girl still has a fever."
Murong Rongzhi glanced sideways. Shen Xiangwan , who bowed her head and stood aside and sneered, "You're not dead yet, when are you about to die, it seems that the scourge will last a thousand years."
Shen Xiangwan raised her eyebrows slightly, and only raised her head and glanced at him, pursing her mouth, and said nothing. In front of this violent young man, she seemed to say so much wrong.
"Dead girl, watching you is annoying, go ."
He glanced at her big watery eyes, but got no response, Murong Rongzhi was angry again.
He felt that looking at this girl was not pleasing to the eye.
After the poor San Huayu got up, he went to pack his things.
Shen Xiangwan, who was ordered to leave, was actually still a little tired, but the cold should be almost good. Since she can't go back in the short term, she will stay in meditation.
The first thing to be solved is the problem of housing. Although this is a small courtyard, there is only a big room inside, where Murong Rongzhi and the servant of San Huayu are staying.
She is a girl who sleeps in a small room outside.
Looking at the little bed against the wall, there was no mosquito net.
That is to say, she slept in this corner, and the two men in the room could see her when they came in and out.
Murong Rongzhi rushed in, just in time to see her frowning at the little bed in the corner.
The originally depressed mood, inexplicably improved.
This damn girl doesn't like people seeing her sleeping in public!
Receiving the smug look in the boy's eyes, Shen Xiangwan wanly bowed her head, showing a respectful look.
In this way, she has returned to her dead body again, and Murong Rongzhi is inexplicably annoyed when he sees it.
"Hmph."
Turning his head, he went to the small courtyard next door.
Fu Ningshi, who was teasing the fish, looked at his angry look, and was a little puzzled.
"Yo, our arrogant little master Murong, what is angering you?”
He took two sips of the tea on the table, only to realize that it was cold.
Murong Rongzhi asked with puffed cheeks. "Xiao Ningshi, you say that you want to clean up a girl, what's the best way?"
"What's the matter? First, pretend to be nice to her, make her fall in love with you, rely on you, and then push her away, to ravage her self-esteem. This kind of punishment is the worst punishment for a woman, the most ruthless."
"Ah?"
Murong Rongzhi was a little dumbfounded, and he was a little embarrassed, "But, this person is just... a girl who is much younger than me!"
Fu Niangshi's hands slowed slightly, but he was actually embarrassed. He who has always been known as a star of wisdom, can't be soft, and it has to be justified.
"It's not easy, she is small, you can also make her depend on you. A little girl who has left home and relatives will definitely be lonely. If you express your concern for her appropriately. In the future, she depends on you…. When he turned around again, he thought that if he wanted Shen Xiangwan to rely on him, he would have to be nicer to her.
So, in order to express his kindness, that night, after Shen Xiangwan made some porridge for the difficult-to-serve master and servant, "Well, I'll reward you."
Looking at the box of beautiful silk flowers, Shen Xiangwan took a breath. This kind of palace-made silk flower.
At first glance, it is expensive.
This box of ten flowers must be worth one or two taels of silver. Her salary is only less than four hundred copper coins, and her reward is one or two taels of silver.
However, she was not a little girl. Although she liked these silk flowers, she was not so happy. What she prefers is silver.
Shen Xiangwan thanked him softly.
Young Master Rong, who had been staring at her, wanted to see how grateful she was, but he didn't see any different expressions on her face.
“You say, you say why is this stinky girl like this? If I give Xiao Tao silk flowers or something, she can’t help to jump up with joy. This dead girl, is she a woman, is she? ”
San Huayu laughed and didn't dare to speak. The son's temper is also very weird, and he has to stare at this fat girl.
Outside the courtyard, Shen Xiangwan, who was still washing dishes, shook her head softly.
In fact, as long as Murong Rongzhi didn't target her too much, such days would be better than being in the mansion. But Xiao Qi, how is Murong Xiude?
When she thought of those two boys, she felt uneasy.
In the mansion, after Xiao Qi and Murong Xiude heard that Shen Xiangwan was taken away by Murong Rongzhi, Xiao Qi just muttered endlessly.
After talking for a long time, he realized that Murong Xiude didn't say a word, just kept holding the paper and pen, and writing. He stopped abruptly, looked at Murong Xiude who was writing seriously, and suddenly understood.
In fact, the Young Master is uneasy, but he feels that he is incapable of protecting Sister Wan, so he is angry and wants to study hard and stand up earlier.
Under the influence of his Young Maser Xiao Qi also clenched his fists.
"Xiaoye, we will work hard together, After we grow up, we can protect Sister Wan."
The pen in Murong Xiude's hand stopped for a while, but he was thinking about how to quickly pull his grandfather to his side. He needs power, needs an upright master status. At the thought of Murong Rongzhi's brutal appearance, the pen in Murong Xiude's hand fell sharply.
Crack!
Murong Xiude's eyes froze as he looked at the broken pen, and finally turned around and lay straight on the bed. For some things, you must stand up as soon as possible, otherwise, you will not be able to protect yourself, and you will not be able to protect the people around you...
The little boy, at the age of eight, deeply realized the importance of power...
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