Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Yun Chen: "Hey, hey, is the system here? Is the system here?"

System 112: "I am a monk, please do not disturb me."

Yun Chen: "Hey, don't be sad, I'll treat you to some melon seeds with the strategy value!"

Yun Chen: "Come!"

Yun Chen exchanged Wen Ying's strategy points for food and drink, and System 112 complained in the space with a grimace.

System 112: "It's not a big deal. I locked up that poor guy for a whole night, but his strategy value is still a big duck egg. It doesn't improve at all."

Yun Chen bit a bad melon seed and almost shed bitter tears: "Ugh."

When System 112 heard his cry, he was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "It's okay, this is not your problem, you are already very good. I have never seen anyone get more than 8000 faith points in the first mission world. , you are the best."

Yun Chen spat: "Bah, what a useless melon seed!"

System 112: "..."

Yun Chen: "Ah? What did you just say?"

System 112: "..." I will never talk to him again.

This time it is true.

The two of them finished eating a basket of melon seeds in silence, and System 112 called out.

[System 112: Oh my god, you threw someone into the pile of slaves in the outer courtyard, I'm going to hold my breath! ]

Yun Chen was woken up by a basin of cold water.

He shivered and opened his eyes, finding himself lying on a stone floor.

He was wearing a rough-made coarse cloth bundt, and there were several thin and shriveled servants standing around him.

Yun Chen moved, only to feel the rough cloth rubbing against the skin of his neck. The young master suddenly lost his temper: "What are you looking at? Why don't you go get some decent clothes for me!"

After Yun Chen finished speaking, all the servants around him made mocking sounds.

"He thought he was the young master."

"Open your eyes quickly and take a look. You are wearing the same clothes as the rest of us. We are all servants of the palace!"

"Get up quickly. Master's clothes haven't been washed yet. If the big steward sees you being lazy soon, he'll beat you to death."

"The new guy needs to learn the rules. Everyone give him your clothes!"

The servants smiled and threw the baskets on Yun Chen one by one.

Yun Chen jumped up angrily and beat the people, but the group ran very fast and closed the courtyard door, leaving Yun Chen and a pile of dirty clothes in the courtyard.

Yun Chen cursed into the air: "Song Chengbi!"

"Come out if you can, why don't you lock me here!"

"If you want me to wash your clothes, just dream!"

But no one answered him.

Yun Chen angrily poured out all the clothes in his backpack, found Song Chengbi's official uniform, bit it open with his teeth, and then tore it into strips to relieve his anger.

[Yun Chen: Little system, is Song Chengbi in the house? ]

[System 112: Here, he heard you scolding him, and now he is ordering the chief steward of the palace to beat you. ]

[Yunchen: Beat me? ]

Lin Yunchen was an arrogant young master, so of course he couldn't just accept a beating.

He couldn't defeat Song Chengbi, the prince who had been in command all year round, and he couldn't defeat the Imperial Guards who were trained in the sea of ​​​​fire in the Corpse Mountain of Sansi, but the young master would not take a small steward of the palace seriously at all.

Instead of sending the black-armored guard, send a steward?

Yun Chen felt that something was strange.

[Yun Chen: My dear, listen carefully to Song Chengbi’s order. ]

[System 112:! ]

[System 112: Song Chengbi asked the steward to pretend to beat you, and then pretended to be beaten to death by you. He wanted to take advantage of you! ]

[Yun Chen: Oh ho. ]

The prince is finally going to do something!

Yun Chen was afraid that he wouldn't do it, so he didn't stop scolding Song Chengbi in the past two days.

If things don't happen, Song Chengbi's strategy value will not increase.

After Lin Shangshu committed suicide, Song Chengbi would really throw Lin Yunchen to the frontier battlefield with zero strategy points.

It's okay to let Lin Yunchen go horse racing in the suburbs of Beijing, but if he goes to the battlefield, he will be trampled to death by a horse...

He must maximize the strategy value as much as possible before Song Chengbi takes him to the military camp.

[Yun Chen: Look, if he takes the initiative, won’t the story between us begin? ]

[System 112: You call this initiative?He just wants to take advantage of you. ]

[Yunchen: Take advantage of me?But I am just an innocent young boy who is not familiar with the world, and the prince’s beauty has already taken hold of me~]

[System 112:...]

God, change the host, thank you!

Yun Chen gnawed and tore, destroying two baskets of clothes, and was suddenly hit on the back with a stick.

Yun Chen fell to the ground, his back hurting.

He turned his head angrily and realized that it was not Song Chengbi or the Forbidden Army. He immediately stared at the middle-aged man holding a wooden stick: "Are you looking for death?"

The servants outside the courtyard heard the commotion and came over to peek through the cracks in the door.

The chief steward was nearly forty years old and strong. He held the wooden stick he used to teach the slaves and hummed: "You shouldn't be beaten? If you tear the prince's official uniform, you will know your guilt!"

Yun Chen spat: "Who is Song Chengbi? He is a rebellious minister and traitor. I am the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Lin Shangshu..."

Before Yun Chen could finish speaking, the steward came up again with a stick and hit Yun Chen on the arm.

His back still hurt, and his arm was slapped by the unknown soldier again. Yun Chen suddenly became anxious and grabbed the wooden stick with his backhand.

The chief steward pulled his hand back, but couldn't. He opened his eyes in shock: "You..."

"If the tiger doesn't show off its power, are you really treating me like a soft persimmon?"

Yun Chen sneered, his brows and eyes showing the bright nobility cultivated by the Zhong Ming Ding Shi family.

He held the wooden stick in his hand and pushed it towards him, raised his foot and kicked the steward away. He snorted: "With these two blows, do you dare to hit me?"

The steward fell to the ground and couldn't get up, so Yun Chen picked up a stick and hit him hard on the back.

Perplexed.

Time after time, Yun Chen stepped on the back of his neck and shouted loudly: "Apologise to me!"

After the words fell, the courtyard fell into dead silence.

Yun Chen looked down at his feet and saw the steward who had just beaten someone with a stick lying motionless on the ground, with blood flowing out from under his face like a stream.

Yun Chen's heart sank hard.

Feeling that he was going to get into big trouble, Yun Chen forced himself to be strong and kicked the manager, his voice already very guilty, "Hey, don't pretend to be dead, get up and apologize to me!"

"stand up!"

"you……"

Yun Chen grabbed the stick and squatted down, grabbed the steward's hair and pulled his head up, suddenly looking into a pair of big, unblinking eyes.

Yun Chen screamed in fright and took several steps back.

died?

He beat people to death!

When the servants outside the courtyard saw this scene, they all screamed.

"Help!"

"Murder!"

"Something happened! The new guy beat the chief steward to death. The yard is covered in blood!"

Yun Chen shook his head tremblingly, his eyes panicked.

it's not like that!

He did it, he fell on his head, it’s none of his business, it’s none of his business!

father!

Save Chen'er!

The wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the blood drained from Yun Chen's face. He turned around and ran away in fright, and suddenly bumped into a tall man in purple robes and black boots.