idle mistress

Chapter 9 Kill it if you say it

The bird hovered in the air for a while, and flew eastward at extreme speed; it was a well-trained homing pigeon, passing through a jungle, it flew low over the lake, just flew into a bamboo forest, and was shot head-on by a bow and arrow. Pass through the intestines.

The flying pigeon fluttered and immediately plummeted to the ground from a high altitude.

A moment later, a man in a blue official uniform approached. He bent down, grabbed the arrow shaft, and removed the paper from the pigeon's feet.

This is a small forest on the top of a hill away from Guhuang Mountain. Compared with the unrecognizable Guhuang Mountain, the bamboo forest here is dense, the lake is clear, and the scenery is picturesque.

At the foot of the mountain, beside the lake, there is a big building. The house faces south and is built by the mountain and the water.

The house is a courtyard structure with three entrances and three exits. Although it is not grand, there are all pavilions, pavilions, pools, pavilions and waterside pavilions.

In the yard, a young man was cleaning up the fallen leaves with a broom. Although it was already summer, the gusts of mountain wind were blowing so that it was very cool.

Everything here is good, except that there is a tall tree beside the yard. Although it has luxuriant branches and leaves, it can provide shade, but its fruits are small and numerous. When the wind blows, the fruits will crackle and fall into the yard.

This is not a big deal, but their master loves to be clean, in order not to obstruct the master's eyes, he has to come here to clean up every one or two hours.

Some fruits had been trampled to the ground and it was difficult to clean them up, so the boy had to squat down and shovel them with the small shovel in his hand; as he was fiddling with them, he saw a young man in the same uniform as a servant hurried past him, Holding a delicate earthen jar in his hand.

Chang Geng recognized that it was the master's personal servant Zhao Cai, who was also a servant, but he was a celebrity around the master, he only had to play with the master every day, so there was no need for him to work hard from morning to night like himself.

Seeing Zhao Cai knocking on the door holding the earthen pot in his hand like a baby, Chang Geng couldn't help curling his lips, thinking to himself: This sycophant probably got another little thing from somewhere to please the master.

Driven by curiosity, he held the broom and walked under the eaves while pretending to sweep the ground.

His eyes peeped in through the window paper, Chang Geng couldn't help being slightly startled when he saw this, he had been in the yard all along, and at some point there was an extra person in the room...

Zhao Yan was lying sideways on the reclining chair lazily, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, and fanning a paper fan in his right hand. A servant was kneeling on the ground a foot away from him. A crock.

Zhao Yan glanced at the earthen pot lightly, his gaze settled on a man in a blue official uniform not far away, and asked slowly, "Meng Qi, have you found it?"

Standing with hands down, Meng Qi nodded at him: "Yes." While speaking, he handed a note to Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan reached out to take it, unfolded the note, glanced at the content lightly; when the note was put away, he opened his mouth and let out a big yawn, and then he turned his head slightly, looking at the boy beside him with his slender eyes.

Under his gaze, the boy who kowtowed to the ground was dripping with cold sweat.

"Zhao Cai." Zhao Yan called softly.

As soon as he made a sound, Zhao Cai's hands trembled uncontrollably, and the earthen pot in his hand creaked under his uncontrollable shaking.

"Yes... yes... the little one is here."

"You just said you brought me something good?"

Zhao Cai raised his head slowly, and opened the lid of the crock with trembling hands.

"This... This is a little cricket I just caught on the mountain. Master... Master, you see, it is big enough, with thick and long legs, and its tentacles are still straight. One... one... must be good at fighting."

"Really?" Zhao Yan got up, stood up, leaned towards him slowly, and said with a smile: "Raise it higher, let me see..."

Hearing this, Zhao Cai held the earthen jar high above his head. He looked up at Zhao Yan who was close at hand, trying to calm down, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes and glanced into the earthen jar, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze. He shook his head and said softly, "I don't think this little thing is very good."

While speaking, he heard a "boom", Zhao Cai saw a silver light flashing in front of his eyes, and the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen. The saber in his chest had been deeply inserted into his abdominal cavity.

And the person holding the hilt is his master... Zhao Yan.

"Master..." Zhao Cai cried out with difficulty, the sword was pulled out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.

With a bang, the crock fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. A cricket with a good appearance jumped out of it and disappeared in a blink of an eye...

Chang Geng outside the house was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, fearing that he would make a sound, he covered his mouth tightly with his hands. He knew that his master was perverse and not easy to serve, but he never imagined that he would be so cruel. The cricket that has been serving the entourage who has been serving on the left and right will be killed immediately.

Zhao Cai fell into a pool of blood on the ground with a look of reluctance, and the blood flowed on the clean ground.

Zhao Yan glanced at his hand, there were a few drops of blood splattered on the back of his hand.

Meng Qi saw the disgust in Zhao Yan's eyes, and quickly took the sword in his hand and handed him a handkerchief.

Zhao Yan wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

Seeing him looking at the dirt on the ground, Meng Qi hurriedly said, "My lord, bear with it for now, and this subordinate will order someone to come and clean it up."

He turned around and was about to walk away when he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help turning around and asking for instructions:
"This Zhao Cai is dead. My lord lacks someone to take care of me. This subordinate will send a letter to Steward Qi asking him to arrange a useful person from the mansion to come up the mountain."

Zhao Yan was about to nod his head in agreement, when a pair of eyes that impressed him suddenly flashed in his mind.

The beetleman did learn to behave after being whipped by himself, but he was sure that the meaning in those eyes he saw at first sight was correct.

more disgusting, more critical
...very interesting.

After staying in this place where the birds don't shit for a long time, he was so bored that he was about to go crazy; he was idle anyway, and it seemed quite good to find this moleman for entertainment.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yanyi became excited like a three-year-old child discovering a new toy.
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As soon as he took a sip of water, the assembly whistle sounded, and Xu Weiqiu quickly put down the water bottle in his hand and lined up with the others.

A supervisor stood at the front of the line and looked at them silently.

It is not a good thing to gather crowds every time in the factory, but this time I don't know what it is?Everyone couldn't help but get nervous, until the supervisor called the team directly and said: "Yu Xin, Yu Xin comes out."

(End of this chapter)