Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

"It's good to know. You've been with the young master for so many years. You should want to be in front of the master in everything, and you can't let the master risk himself."

"I remember."

Zhou Mohan looked at lengqiu, then turned to his mother, suddenly remembered something and said, "mother, where's father?"

Shen's eyes flashed, "he's not feeling well. He's resting."

"The boy went to see his father." then Zhou Mohan was about to get up.

"Don't worry, he's fine." Shen didn't let his son go.

"Mom, didn't you just say your father was unwell?"

Shen looked at his son and stopped talking.

Just now, Shen wanted to take Zhou Xian to see his son, but he said he was tired and unwell. He would come back another day.

Something happened to his son. His father didn't even want to come and see if he was hurt. He wasn't worried at all.

What is physical discomfort? I'm still sleeping in my room at this time.

I just didn't want my son to think much, so I covered it up for him.

Seeing his mother's look, Zhou Mohan knew that his father was not unwell, but didn't want to see him.

His father has always been the most painful to him. He is very nervous about some minor diseases. Now he doesn't care so much?

He doesn't blame his father for not caring about him.

It's just that my father has been acting abnormally recently. He scolds his servants and speaks coldly to him.

Zhou Mohan's face flashed a trace of surprise, and his handsome face was more cold.

And there was a look of exploration and doubt in his eyes.

What happened to father?

At the same time, the Marquis possessed by the black beaver had been completely controlled. He was lying on the bed, closed his eyes and rested. A black smoke came in from the outside and penetrated into his brain.

The Yin God of the jade faced fox entered his brother's dream.

The black beaver saw an unreal shadow, flashing like a red dot like a fire in front of him.

It went up to him and reached out to touch it. His hand actually penetrated the shadow, but then the red shadow dispersed.

Then they gathered together and became a human form.

"Sister, is that you?"

The red shadow whined and floated around it, "brother, when will you do it?"

"Sister, are you all right?" the black beaver looked at the unreal red shadow and was as worried as a knife.

My sister sobbed, "I'm not good, not at all. That limitless old thief practices my soul. I'm in pain every day."

"Sister, I'll save you. You can bear it again."

The jade faced fox is the pride of the Fox family.

It has thousands of years of cultivation. It is the most powerful fox in the Fox family.

And it still needs 500 years of cultivation to become a God.

At that time, the jade faced fox was the first fox to become an immortal.

But it absorbed the Yang of ninety-nine and eighty-one teenagers and wanted to practice into the last level of the golden elixir, but it was hurt by the little servant girl. Her skills were limited, so she was accepted by Wuji.

"Brother, I'm leaving. Brother, you have to save me."

The red shadows gathered and dispersed, and finally floated away like incomparable attachment.

When Hou Ye woke up, he still remembered the scene in his dream. It was his sister's Yin God talking to him.

In two days, my sister's Yin gods can't get together, and they don't have a chance to preach.

Today, you must know the skill of this little servant girl. If she is a fairy, you must take her divine knowledge to save her sister.

The Marquis smiled coldly, "come and see Yan'er."

The servant went to Zhuyun pavilion to pass on the words of the Marquis and said he wanted to see feng Ruyan.

And Su Ping was not allowed to come. She only said she wanted to see feng Ruyan.

Feng Ruyan didn't know what Hou Ye was looking for her, so she followed the servant to the front hall.

Seeing the Lord and the eldest lady sitting at the head, Mrs. Shen looked at her as usual, kind and kind.

Feng Ruyan didn't see any dissatisfaction from her eyes, and she felt a little relieved.

It doesn't seem that she was worried about the last time the young master saved her.

When Lord Hou saw her, his eyes suddenly became much colder.

Unexpectedly, there was an anger like Yin Qi jumping in the eyes of the Marquis, which made Feng Ruyan feel frightened.

After all, it's generally not good to be summoned by the Lord in the front hall in Hou's house.

Sure enough, there is no good.

Hou Ye unexpectedly asked Feng Ruyan to reclaim the wasteland in the backyard.

Shen Shi was also shocked, "Sir, you asked her a servant girl to reclaim that land?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

The Marquis took a sip of the tea lamp, narrowed his eyes slightly from the top of the cup, and saw the little servant girl standing there calmly, without any reaction.

Shen Shi looks at Feng Ruyan standing in the hall. Although she is a servant girl and has a low status, she has a good temperament, is smart and beautiful. Among the women in the Hou house, she is a leader, but she is a little thin.

Shen Shi looked at Hou ye and said, "that piece of land has been deserted for many years, because the soil quality is not good, and there are a lot of land in Hou Fu. He doesn't care less about that piece. It has been deserted all these years. How does the master want to open that piece of land?"

A 16-year-old girl can be blown away by a gust of wind.

It was a bit inappropriate for her to reclaim that wasteland.

Feng Ruyan didn't know Shen's expression.

It seems that this is just the idea of the marquis.

The Marquis said disdainfully, "isn't it better to have a variety of things?"

Lord Hou, Shen couldn't say a word, but Shen still felt inappropriate, "Sir, there are so many servants. If you really want to reclaim that land, find some servants..."

"Stop talking. I've made up my mind. That's it."

"There's no servant girl around Su Ping." Shen knew he couldn't persuade Hou ye, so he thought about what to do there.

The Marquis waved impatiently, "don't you just send a girl?"

Send any one?

Yan'er followed Su Ping for many years and went to Hou's house to change it for others. Is that decent?

Lord Hou doesn't want to stay here much. Shen has been talking endlessly for fear of affecting his major events.

Then she went to Feng Ruyan. Feng Ruyan lowered her head and couldn't see Hou Ye's face. She just felt that Hou Ye seemed to have a deep hatred for her.

But she didn't know where the hatred came from.

The Marquis brushed away.

Feng Ruyan saw that the Marquis was gone, and she said, "madam, I'm just worried..."

"I know what you're worried about."

The girl is very loyal. Shen looked at Feng Ruyan and sighed, "I asked Qiu He to work in your lady's room. The child is obedient and clever. We won't lose your lady."

Feng Ruyan knew that it was useless to say anything now.

The LORD made up his mind to let her go, and his wife spoke for her, but the Lord didn't listen at all.

Since she is in Hou's house, she should listen to the master and do whatever she is arranged to do.

Otherwise, can she say no?

When Su Ping learned about this, she went to ask the Lord for mercy. Naturally, the LORD rejected her and scolded the young lady.

Feng Ruyan wouldn't let the young lady beg. She comforted the young lady that even if she went to farm, she wouldn't go to war. She had no problem doing some farm work.

And I used to work at Su's house. It's nothing.

Su Ping can't help it. Watching Feng Ruyan pack up her things, she wipes her tears aside.

Feng Ruyan simply cleaned up, took a small burden, went out of Zhuyun Pavilion and went to the courtyard. When she saw Mrs. song and several servant girls collecting the flowers from the doctor in the yard, she stopped her work and looked at her with Schadenfreude, "Yan'er, what are you going to do?"

Feng Ruyan didn't want to talk to her, but Mrs. song came close to her face and said to Feng Ruyan, "Yan'er, I heard that ghosts are often haunted there. You should be careful."

Feng Ruyan tilted her eyes carelessly. Mrs. Song said, "ghosts are not afraid. Talents are terrible."

Mrs. song stared at Feng Ruyan who had gone out of the yard, "dead girl, her mouth is hard, I don't believe you're not afraid."

Feng Ruyan left Hou's house and looked back. She could still hear waves of schadenfreude laughter in the yard.

Feng Ruyan's look is slightly positive. Since she's gone, let them go.

However, one day, Feng Ruyan kept them from laughing.

Before it gets dark, go there early to see what the wasteland looks like.

Although the land in the backyard is not in the yard of Hou's house, it is not far from Hou's house. Feng Ruyan takes a cup of tea.

When she got there, Feng Ruyan was stunned.

She thought she was wrong.

The thorns and weeds growing in the ground are half a man tall, and there are stones of different sizes all over the ground,

What can this land grow?

Don't you know?

My heart suddenly cooled.

I saw a low, shabby thatched house, which looked inexplicably desolate in the setting sun.

In the distance, Qingshi mountain looms and fluctuates, and then to the East is the Qingshi River stretching thousands of miles.

Feng Ruyan didn't delay. She took her baggage into the thatched house. There was only a wooden bed in the house, and a beam of sunshine on the roof shone in from the hole like the mouth of the basin.

Feng Ruyan put down her burden, found a blue coarse cloth clothes and put it on, and wrapped her inky hair with a blue scarf on her head.

Out of the hut, looking at a large area of thorns in the ground, suddenly some heads were big.

This grass is very sharp. Each leaf is like a sharp knife. It is easy to cut people as long as they touch it, and their skin will itch.

There's no way to start without some protection.

With her strength alone, such a large area of thorn grass is enough for her to pull out for half a month.

If you are still the same as before, you can only work hard.

But now that she has aura, she can call some skills to help her deal with these thorns.

Just be careful not to be found.

This place is desolate and remote. There is no one in the wilderness. Who will come to see her?

Maybe they're all waiting to see her joke

"Young master, there are people."

Lengqiu pointed to the figure in the distance. It should be Yan'er the young master is looking for.

Zhou Mohan was handsome and slightly picked, staring at the thin figure, bending over to pull grass in the ground against the scorching sun.