The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 22 022: The Third Miss

Shen Xiru couldn't help but feel happy for a moment, and finally waited for the time for this little bitch to be tortured, so she could vent her anger for today.

However, the cane didn't fall on Nan Zhuohua's body, but was held tightly by Wuyu, Shen Xiru's face turned ugly for a moment, she said, this lowly maidservant is here, it will definitely affect good things!
I told Butler Xu not to let any of the maids around Nan Zhuohua come over, but in the end, a lowly maid came with me. Butler Xu's immortality is really getting older and more useless!

Wu Yu firmly grabbed the other end of the vine, and the thorns on the vine pierced her palm, and blood flowed down the palm.

Gu Zhian exerted his strength secretly, but he couldn't pull it back no matter what. Although he was a majestic seven-foot man, he didn't have any kung fu, and his strength was obviously inferior to Wuyu.

Gu Zhian shouted angrily: "You lowly maidservant, let go!"

Wu Yu's expression remained unchanged, her palms were dripping with blood, but she still did not let go. A pair of cold little hands were placed on the back of her hands. Nan Zhuohua said softly, "Sister Wu Yu, let go, it will hurt."

"Young master, don't worry, the slaves don't hurt," Wu Yu said without blinking her big eyes. If she let go, she was afraid that the vine would hit the little master next time.

Nan Zhuohua grabbed the back of her hand tightly with his little hand, "You don't hurt, but I will, and my heart will hurt. Sister Wuyu, be good, let go."

The warm tone is like coaxing a child, Wuyu's heart is soft in a mess, but she is the one who should be coaxed, this little girl always softens the deepest part of other people's hearts.

"Yes, listen to my little master," Wu Yu let go of her hand, still standing in front of Nan Zhuohua.

She stared blankly at Gu Zhi'an: "I would like to advise you, my lord, if you hurt my little master today, you should think about how to explain it to my lord."

Gu Zhi'an's expression softened a little, he was pulled back to his senses, and he shook the cane in his hand, as if hesitating.

If he moved Nan Zhuohua today, he really couldn't explain to the national teacher, but Nan Zhuohua's actions really made him furious, and he didn't want to forgive her so easily.

Aunt Liu saw Gu Zhian's hesitation, and secretly gave Aunt Jiang a wink.

Aunt Jiang understood and got up immediately, "Master, Miss Nine made a mistake in our Rongguo Duke's Mansion, and she has nothing to do with Master Guoshi. Besides, you are her father, and it is human nature to teach her a lesson. If she does it again in the future, If it is spread out, people will think that there is something wrong with our Rongguo Duke's tutor, why not let her have a long memory this time, this child has grown up, but it is even more difficult to discipline."

"We can't just let her bully my sister and aunt in our house just because she is the master's apprentice. If this is the case, how can I ask for justice for the crimes I have suffered? The master of Rongguo's mansion just let Miss Jiu do it. .”

Aunt Jiang has always spoken confidently and without restraint, and these words came out of her mouth without panting.

These words naturally touched Gu Zhian's heart, he said with a cold face, "This Rongguo Duke's mansion is the old man's decision."

He stared at Nan Zhuohua, and said coldly: "You made a mistake in the mansion, it is only right for you to be punished as a father, and there is no need to explain to your father as a father, you have said it when you first came, if you If you make mistakes in the house, don't blame the father for not paying attention to the relationship between father and daughter to punish you, but you just don't listen and let your beast bully your sister and aunt."

"If I don't teach you a good lesson today, I will be sorry to the ancestors of the Gu family as a father!" He clenched the cane in his hand, raised his hand without hesitation, and prepared to wave to Nan Zhuohua again.

"Father."

Before Gu Zhian raised his hand, a clear voice stopped him.

At the door, a slender and thin figure stood alone, wearing a simple plain dress, which had been washed and turned white. There was only a wooden hairpin holding a simple bun on his head, and there was no excessive decoration on his whole body.

Her skin is white and transparent, it is the kind of sickly white, light lip color, beautiful bones, the heroic spirit between the eyebrows and the sickness blend, and she has the beauty of strength and softness.

"Crack," the rattan in Gu Zhian's hand fell to the ground, and his eyelids trembled a few times, "You, you are the third child?"

"Yes."

Gu Zhijin lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped over the steps. She moved very slowly, and her body was still shaking slightly, like a weak willow supporting the wind, as if she could be blown by the wind at any time.

"Auntie, is this the third child who is sick?" Gu Qingmo approached Aunt Liu and asked in a low voice, looking up and down at Gu Zhijin with contempt in her eyes, except that she looks a little better, and that sick look is about to die after walking a few steps , she was not wearing luxurious clothes, and her outfit did not have the luxury of a famous lady's family, but only shabby, and she had that sickly beauty, which was hard to imitate, adding a special charm to her, and also made Gu Qingmo's eyes ache. pantothenic acid.

Gu Zhijin was born with heart disease, and lived in seclusion since she was a child. After Nan Shaoyin passed away, she never left her yard again. Gu Qingmo only saw her once or twice when she was a child, but she never saw her again when she grew up. Today we meet , somewhat illegible.

Aunt Liu nodded, although her impression of Gu Zhijin was still in her childhood, but Gu Zhijin's face, one could tell it was Nan Shaoyin's daughter at a glance.

Aunt Liu and Aunt Jiang looked at each other, they didn't expect that Gu Zhijin would come, this sick third miss has never left her yard since the death of Mrs. Nan.

She came here today, and it just happened to be at this time, nine out of ten it was for Nan Zhuohua
Shen Xiru looked at Gu Zhijin who was very similar to Nan Shaoyin in front of her, with a gloomy expression, she clenched the brocade handkerchief tightly in her hand, and recalled in her mind when she was an aunt and Nan Shaoyin was his wife.

After so many years, thinking of the dead Nan Shaoyin still made her feel sick.

Gu Zhian fixed his eyes on Gu Zhijin who was slowly walking over, his face was a little moved, "You, you are very similar to your mother."

If there is no similarity between Nan Zhuohua and Nan Shaoyin, then Gu Zhijin is definitely carved out of the same mold as Nan Shaoyin, especially the heroic look between his eyebrows and eyes.

Nan Zhuohua was raised by Yun Ranyue for more than four years since she was born, and Gu Zhian had never visited her in the Moon Palace, nor cared about her affairs.

The same is true for Gu Zhijin, who was born in Rongguo Duke's Mansion since she was a child. Even though she was sick, Gu Zhian never cared for her since she was a child.

Gu Zhian was extremely indifferent to Nan Shaoyin's two daughters.

"It turns out that the father has not forgotten the appearance of the mother before she was alive, which makes the daughter very happy."

Gu Zhijin spoke weakly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, her calm eyes looked at Gu Zhian without any ups and downs, as if she had long been disheartened by this father.

She bent down to pick up the cane on the ground, and her light red lips were smiling, "What's the meaning of father? Is this how you welcome my little sister when she first came to the house?"

(End of this chapter)