Ma'am, I was wrong

Liu Yanshu watched the carriage go further and further away, gradually disappearing from sight, feeling more and more desperate.

Suddenly, she lost her footing, and her body lost its center of gravity. She and Su Yan on her back fell hard to the ground, and the top of her head suddenly spun. She didn't know what hit her head, and a burst of pain hit her.

There was a warm feeling on the face, as if some liquid was slowly flowing down, Liu Yanshu raised her hand and touched her forehead, a dazzling red came into view.He shook his head slightly, ignored the blood on his hands and head, and looked sideways at Su Yan.

I saw him lying quietly on the snow, his face was abnormally flushed, his lips were extremely pale, and he fell on the ground without a trace of waves, extremely peaceful and peaceful.

Liu Yanshu's heart felt sad for a while, it seemed that God really didn't favor them at all, there were bursts of tingling pain in her scraped palm, and the pain in her waist was extremely painful, she felt that her leg might be broken again, and she couldn't move at all.

The surroundings were very quiet, except for the sound of wind and snow, there was not even a little other sound.

Liu Yanshu lay peacefully on the ground, various thoughts flashed through her mind.

Zhou Zihao was shivering from the cold. Standing beside the carriage, he looked around and saw no one. In his opinion, there was not even a ghost. He cast a glance at the book boy beside him, and thought: This book boy must be deceiving him, deceiving him.

He kept muttering in his heart, and 1 regretful thoughts kept flashing through his mind. He wanted to turn back and return to the carriage, but he remembered that he had agreed to this ignorant book boy before, so he gritted his teeth and walked straight forward.

"Young master, hurry up? Otherwise, it will be very cold, hurry up."

There was an urging voice in the wind, and Zhou Zihao clenched his hands into fists. Sure enough, the slave bullied the master. In less than a quarter of an hour, this book boy has no distinction of superiority or inferiority.

He was called 'You' just now, but now he is called 'You' directly.

However, who let his mother's order hang in his heart, Zhou Zihao felt a sigh of relief at this moment, he was neither up nor down, he was uncomfortable in the middle of neither up nor down.

Once he stamped his feet, what else could he do, he could only grit his teeth and follow straight up.

"Slow down, you book boy, you want to exhaust me, your son, to death!"

As soon as Zhou Zihao's words fell, the book boy ignored his words and ran so fast that within a moment, no one could be seen.

Liu Yanshu was lying on the ground, listening to the whistling wind, at first, she thought it was her hallucination, but in the next second, she saw a man in servant clothes looking at her from top to bottom.

The book boy looked at the two lying on the ground in the ice and snow, with a little doubt on his face. He didn't understand why some people couldn't bear to lie in the snow and suffer from the cold.

"Why are you lying on the ground?" The book boy stared at Liu Yanshu in surprise, and immediately shouted in Zhou Zihao's direction, "My lord, come quickly, there are really two people here."

"Understood." There was also a roar in response to him.

The book boy stood beside Liu Yanshu, looking at her in bewilderment, stretched out his hands and then retracted them instantly, trying to help Liu Yanshu up but did not retract his hands.

Glancing at Zhou Zihao, who was still far away, eagerness appeared in his eyes, he took a deep breath, plunged into the wind and snow, hurried over and pulled the very ink-stained person to Liu Yanshu's side.

Liu Yanshu was lying on the ground, looking at the figures that appeared and disappeared for a while, all the uneasiness was finally put back in her stomach, and in a trance, she seemed to hear the sound of 'thumping' in her heart.

It was a voice full of joy, full of joy and joy. He tilted his head and looked at Su Yan who was still calm, and said in his heart: Su Yan, we are saved.

The sound of unhurried footsteps came from the front, and the sound of "creak, creak" came from stepping on the ground, which was heard in Liu Yanshu's ears like the sound of heaven.

Zhou Zihao was dragged away by the book boy sent by his good mother, "Young master, look."

What are you looking at, Zhou Zihao tilted his head, his chest was heaving up and down, he was out of breath, and with his eyes closed, he just wanted to say one thing, it's not the king of heaven, I'm here, why are you running in such a hurry?
Even if the heavenly king Lao Tzu came, wouldn't his parents still stand in front of him, and at worst he would still be there, wouldn't he?

What evil did he do, how did he meet such a bookboy.

"Brother Zhou?" An extremely weak voice came to his ears, and Zhou Zihao was somewhat familiar with the voice, and when he opened his eyes wide, he asked in surprise, "Brother Liu?"

Zhou Zihao didn't care about the breath that hadn't calmed down, he quickly squatted down and looked at Liu Yanshu's pale face and chapped lips, and exclaimed, "Brother Liu, why are you here?"

Liu Yanshu put her hand next to Zhou Zihao's, pointed at Su Yan on the other side, and said in a low voice, "Save him first, he is dying soon."

The cold touch on his hand immediately made Zhou Zihao feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Looking in the direction of Liu Yanshu's finger, he saw Su Yan lying on the ground, his face was actually paler than that of a dead person.

Zhou Zihao was startled, and hurried to Su Yan's side, sniffing his breath.

Fortunately, fortunately, Brother Xie is still alive.

Zhou Zihao turned his head, looked at his school boy, and said angrily: "What are you doing there, save people quickly." It's true, he's not smart when he should be smart, and he's smarter than anyone else when he shouldn't be smart.

Liu Yanshu narrowed her eyes slightly, it's great, they are saved.

Pursing his lips, he looked at Su Yan, then at Brother Liu, his face was full of embarrassment, and his voice was full of apology, "Brother Liu, Brother Xie is in critical condition, I'll take him into the carriage first, can you wait a moment."

Hearing this, Liu Yanshu nodded. Zhou Zihao's strength was limited, and the book boy next to him seemed to be thinner than himself, so how could the two of them take them away at the same time.

The warm air hit her face, Liu Yanshu lay limp on the side of the carriage, quietly watching Zhou Zihao feeding Su Yan with water and wiping his face.

"Brother Liu, Brother Xie, this is..." Zhou Zihao washed the already dirty handkerchief, his eyes were full of heartache and confusion, he didn't understand why Brother Xie and Brother Liu, who were supposed to take Cangwu Academy to study safely, appeared on his way back to Cangwu Academy.

Just as Liu Yanshu was about to say something, a piece of pastry was handed in front of her, and she glanced sideways at the fair-faced, red-lipped and white-toothed book boy, feeling a flash of doubt in her heart.

Cangwu Academy is not the one who forbids them to take care of the schoolboys, is Zhou Zihao committing crimes against the wind?

Raising his hand to push the pastry away from his mouth, he whispered, "Thank you, I'm not hungry."

The book boy seemed to have never seen such a good-looking man as Liu Yanshu, and said weakly: "You have been lying in the snow for so long, how can you not be hungry? Eat something quickly!"

He reached out and handed back the previous pastry.

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