Daliang female chief assistant

"Girl Hongying." Zhou Shu reminded in time.

Hongying withdrew her gaze, turned her head, and came slowly.

Standing at a place two steps away from her, blessed the body.

"Master Zhou."

"Miss Hongying, please sit down."

Zhou Shu pointed to the low stool beside him.

Hongying hesitated for a moment, then sat down under Zhou Shu's firm gaze.

After sitting down, he spoke apologetically again.

"Master Zhou, Hongying is sorry for you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered to go to the Epidemic People's Square."

Zhou Shu knew very well what she said, "Because of her, I went to Epidemic People's Square".

But at the right time, there was a bit of confusion on the face, and the brows were slightly frowned.

"Miss Hongying, where do you start with this? I accidentally contracted the disease because I stayed with the people in Siyi County all day long. In addition, my body is usually weak. If it wasn't for Hong Miss Ying made the antidote in time and saved my life, I am afraid I have already gone to the Hall of Yama."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Shu stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed to her solemnly.

"I would also like to thank Miss Hongying for saving her life."

Seeing that she never doubted herself, and even thanked her for saving her life, Hongying felt more and more regretful.

The little face with a sick look was flushed with shame, "Master Zhou, you have lost your red tassels."

Periodically, Ai Aidi told how she was threatened by Xiao Yuanlang and ordered to approach Zhou Shu, which made her infected with the plague.

In the end, struggling to kneel down on the ground, he said guiltily, "Master Zhou, please scold Hongying, Hongying has already made a mistake."

After the words fell, he put his hands on the ground again, and kowtowed three times to Zhou Shu.

The wounds on her body were just about to heal, and when she got agitated this time, the whip wounds on her back that had just healed were torn open again.

The light green half-arm skirt embroidered with lotus flowers was soaked in blood, which looked shocking.

Zhou Shu seemed to be unable to bear it, and quickly helped her up from the ground.

"Miss Hongying, if you know your mistakes, correct them. There is nothing good about it. It's all over. You don't have to worry too much about it. Now that you are injured, you still need to recuperate."

She held Hongying's fingers weakly in her palm, and the warmth of her palm came through her fingertips.

Hongying's eyelashes trembled slightly, her hands were clenched subconsciously, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at her.

Seeing her lowering her head in embarrassment, Zhou Shu realized that his move was inappropriate, immediately let go of her hand, and took a step back.

Apologizing to her, "It's my official, Meng Lang."

Hearing this, Hongying blushed and quickly raised her head to look at her.

Without saying anything, he turned and ran while holding the hem of his skirt.

Zhou Shu was worried that she would tear the wound again, so he opened his hands, trying to tell her to slow down, but swallowed the words again.

Her worried appearance fell into Wen Yuting's eyes, and it was another scene, changed.

Only a cold hum was heard.

"My lord Zhou is very fond of the fragrance and the jade." Yin and Yang were strange.

Hearing this, Zhou Shu pursed his lips, withdrew his hand, and stood still and saluted him.

After the ceremony, he turned and went into the room.

Wen Yuting angrily followed her in, "Zhou Shu, what do you mean?"

Being called by his name, Zhou Shu sighed, turned around, and looked at him speechlessly.

"Young Lord, why are you still so frizzy and easily angered after so many things?"

Is he frizzy and easily irritable?
Wen Yuting almost laughed angrily at her words.

The tip of the tongue pressed against the roof of the palate, and he smiled wickedly.

"Zhou Shu, this Marquis is wrong. Not only do you take pity on women, but you are also used to crossing rivers and tearing down bridges, killing donkeys."

After saying that, he sat down on the stool angrily, poured a cup of tea, and drank it down.

Zhou Shu folded his hands, hid them under his sleeves, and stood aside with low eyebrows.

No matter how dissatisfied he was, he remained motionless like a mountain.

In the end, Wen Yuting really felt bored, so he twitched his lips.

"It's boring, just a nerd." After saying that, he stood up angrily and was about to leave.

Seeing his movements, the people behind him finally moved their eyes.

A clear voice resounded in the room.

"Young Master, go slowly."

Just as he was about to step over the threshold, his feet stopped, and he almost lost his balance and fell down.

Fortunately, he held onto the door frame in time, gritted his teeth and looked back at Zhou Shu, nodded angrily, shook his robe, and left.

The room fell completely silent.

Zhou Shu slowly walked to the window sill, her eyes were dim, and she looked out the window.

In the yard, Zhou Hui came to the pavilion carefully and sat down with Qiu Min's support.

His eyes were covered with a white cloth, which softened his resolute face by two points.

Dressed in Yuehua robes, with a crown of black and blond hair on top of his head.

Sitting with his back facing Zhou Shu.

From Zhou Shu's perspective, all he could see was his resolute side face and his left hand clenched on his knee.

The sun was blinding, coating him with a layer of golden light.

Zhou Shu stared at it for a long time, feeling that his eyes were a little tired, so he retracted his gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to pinch the center of his eyebrows.

At this moment, a familiar exclamation was heard from outside the yard.

Then Zhou Hui yelled in a calm voice, "You are so frizzy, how can you serve the young master?"

"My lord, please forgive me. Fu Xiu knows his mistake." Fu Xiu knelt on the ground in panic.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Shu looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw that Zhou Hui had just come out of the pavilion supported by Qiu Min, when he was bumped into his arms by the flicking sleeve who bowed his head and walked quickly.

If it wasn't for Qiu Min's sharp eyesight and quick hands, he would have supported Zhou Hui in time.

Being hit by the flick of his sleeve like that, he would fall on all fours and lose all face.

Seeing that he bumped into someone, he flicked his sleeves and exclaimed, and quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"Flicking the sleeves was rude for a while, and offended the eldest son, please punish the eldest son."

Hearing the sound of flicking his sleeves, the anger on Zhou Hui's face increased instead of diminishing.

"Fuxiu, since you arrived in Xiangzhou City, you have become more and more unruly."

Hearing this, flicking his sleeves, he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

"Please forgive me, my lord."

Zhou Shulue in the room watched this scene with a headache, and couldn't help sighing.

What Zhou Hui said is right, flicking his sleeves is becoming more and more unruly.

Not only did he dare to contradict her, but now he is even more frizzy. When he makes a mistake, he will only blindly admit his mistake and beg for mercy, but never correct it.

Considering that she was Zhou Shu's maid after all, Zhou Hui held back his temper and did not punish her.

He only said: "If you beg for mercy, save it and talk to your son."

Holding Qiu Min's hand, he left from the pavilion.

After being forgiven, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly ran into Zhou Shu's room, holding up the hem of his skirt.

As soon as he entered the room, he knelt down in front of her.

"Young Master, Fu Xiu accidentally bumped into the Eldest Young Master, please punish him."

Zhou Shu maintained the posture of sitting in front of the window sill, his eyes fell on the top of her head, and after a while, he asked, "Fu Xiu, what did you do when you went out?"

After the voice fell, the room became very quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Fuxiu knelt on the ground, but his body kept shaking, and his hands were even more tightly twisted together.

It took a long while before she stammered to reply.

"Fu Xiu, Fu Xiu was happy because the young master recovered from his illness, so he went to the street to buy." Seemingly finding a valid reason, she became bolder and looked up at Zhou Shu who was in front of the window sill.

"Yes, Fuxiu went shopping in the street." He affirmed.

Hearing this, Zhou Shu's eyes dimmed, and he remained calm.

"You have a heart."

Fu Xiu: "It is the duty of Fu Xiu to share worries for the young master."