The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Write!" He was stunned for just a moment and then was glared at by the young master who had been supervising him.

Xue He nodded and explained, "Master, you still need ink to write. I have to grind some ink."

"Humph!"

No longer staring at Xue He, the silly young master finished his midnight snack of noodles and pumpkin cake, pushed the empty bowl aside, and used a small wooden stick to tease the little bugs.

The door was opened again, and Yue Niang, who had been sent out to catch insects, came back.

"Master, the bugs have been caught. There are too many mosquitoes in the vegetable yard. They bit me so much! You have to..." She hesitated for a long time, thinking that it was late at night and no one was around, and everyone was asleep, so she would tell the silly master who was playing with bugs something.

As soon as I pushed the door open and turned around, I saw the farmhand sitting at the desk writing something.

She swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. In front of outsiders, Yue Niang couldn't say those whispers.

"insect"

The silly young master didn't see Yue Niang's embarrassment, nor did he pay any attention to Yue Niang. He was just busy playing with the crickets.

Yue Niang glanced at the farmhand out of the corner of her eye, put the newly caught insects into the bamboo cage, and reminded him considerately: "Master, it's late at night, it's time to let the farmhand go to rest."

“No, he’s not leaving.”

The silly young master shook his head and said that he would not leave until the big guy finished writing his notebook tonight!

"But, everyone needs to sleep, Master, we can play again tomorrow. Let Yue Niang help you wash up."

I don't know which word Yue Niang said to make the silly young master unhappy, but he immediately put on a stern face, opened the bamboo cage and let all the insects inside run out of the window, then pushed Yue Niang and drove her out of his room.

"No more playing, leave!"

"Master, Master, stop making trouble... bang!" Yue Niang was pushed out of the room, and her hand that was grabbing the hem of her clothes clenched for no reason. She frowned and sighed.

She knew that the silly young master had mood swings, but the two grew up together, and even when he was angry, the young master would listen to her and persuade her. How could he push her out like he did now!

Seeing that there was no way to teach the fool to speak today, Yue Niang reluctantly went back to her room and went to sleep.

Aunt Xue waited and waited, but her son never came back.

Fearing that there might be trouble again, but hearing no noise coming from the east wing, he finally knocked on the young master's door after much hesitation.

However, it was not the young master who opened the door, but her son.

This frightened Aunt Xue, and she immediately came up with even worse guesses.

"Boss...where's the young master?"

Don't tell me that her boss knocked the young master unconscious because of a disagreement, or...what if someone died? !

Xue He met Aunt Xue's panicked eyes, opened the door and moved to the side, allowing his mother to see the person sleeping on the round table.

"Oh... I was so scared. Why did you stay in the young master's room for so long!" Aunt Xue's heart fell to the ground. She patted her chest and said softly.

"The Master wants me to complete his homework"

Xue He studied for a few years, but later in order to support his younger brother and his family, he left school and went to the county escort agency, traveling around with the team.

"Okay, let's go." It was inappropriate for the workers to stay in the employer's house in the middle of the night.

Patting her son's arm, Aunt Xue turned to leave, then remembered that the young master was still lying on the round table, and reminded him again: "Boss, go and carry the young master back to bed to rest. Be careful and turn off the lights before leaving."

As she spoke, Aunt Xue was really tired. She yawned and couldn't bear it any longer, so she left to rest.

"...Okay." Xue He paused with his hand holding the door, then nodded and agreed.

The silly young master was very light and not very tall, with thin wrists and ankles. He looked like the thin willows trembling by the pond in the village, not even thick enough to be held in one hand.

When she fell into Xue He's arms, she was like a cat, very delicate and clever.

Indeed, this young master's temperament is no different from that of a ferocious kitten.

Being held in his arms, with the huge difference in skin color, the young master's cheeks looked so white and tender, as if water could be squeezed out of them with just one hand.

Thinking of this, Xue He put the person on the bed and raised his hand, with his rough fingers hanging in the air. When he saw it himself, he realized that this behavior was too inappropriate and almost put it down.

He covered the young master with a thin blanket and moved his gaze to his cheek again.

When he was fast asleep, his eyes with curled eyelashes were closed, and his face lacked the domineering and arrogant look, but rather seemed more peaceful.

Xue He stared at it for a while, and when he came to his senses again, he was awakened by the flickering light of the candle in the house that was about to go out.

He stood up suddenly, turned off the lights in the house, brought the empty bowls and plates that had long been dried up, closed the door silently, and left in the night.

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"Ah! It hurts, mother..."

The sound of the ruler hitting the flesh could be heard along with the young master's wailing. Xue He was chopping wood in the small courtyard. Hearing the crying, his hand holding the machete softened a bit.

"Ouch..." Aunt Xue, who was preparing food in the kitchen, naturally heard it. She looked around the archway in the yard with a worried face, feeling particularly distressed about the young master's condition.

"Madam, was too harsh? It's also your fault. You insisted on letting the young master do what he wants. Now the young master is suffering!" Maybe it was because Aunt Xue had delivered a silly young master before, so she liked this spoiled and silly young master.

And Aunt Xue is a good cook, and the snacks she makes are the silly young master's favorite. The silly young master has never done anything bad to Aunt Xue, and the two of them get along surprisingly harmoniously.

But these words were just casual criticisms, and she didn't mean it. Aunt Xue also knew the young master's temper. If the eldest master didn't agree, he would cry and make a fuss.

Although she was scolding her son, she was also worried that Xue He might be angered by Madam You.

Mrs. You attaches the most importance to study. She can indulge the young master in other things, but when it comes to studying, Mrs. You will not allow the young master to cheat.

Now that her son is helping to do all the homework that belongs to the young master, the lady is naturally furious.

In the main house, the young master held his palms which were red and swollen from being beaten, and cried pitifully.

His skin was thin to begin with, and after being hit a few times with the bamboo ruler, it became swollen and painful.

"Today's punishment will be considered a small punishment. If you dare to cheat again in the future, I will never let you off easily!" Mrs. You was really angry.

She tried her best to make her son sensible, not to play tricks. The handwriting on the whole article was different, and he wanted to use it to fool her!

As she spoke, Madam You brought out a dozen thick books from the inner room and placed them in front of the aggrieved young master.

"Take it back and write it yourself!"

Fortunately, she knew that her son did not like reading and liked to hide it, so she ordered the servant of the bookstore to prepare a few extra copies when he delivered them. Otherwise, it would be difficult to discipline him.

"woo"

The silly young master twisted his lips, tears still hung from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were red from crying, and he was frightened by his mother's aura, so he quickly ran away with a dozen books under his arms.

Aunt Xue, who was watching from the side, saw the young master leave, then she brought in some cold tea to help Mrs. You cool down and relieve her anger.

Pouring a cup of tea and handing it over, Aunt Xue consoled her:

"Madam, the young master is still a child after all, there is no need to be so strict."

Madam You took a sip of the tea, exhaled a breath, and then said, "He doesn't know right from wrong. If we let him off lightly this time, it will be difficult to discipline him in the future."

Mrs. You took great pains to take into account her son's mental differences and brought him up to be just like an ordinary person.

But this character is the most difficult to cultivate. If we do not pay attention to it and let him follow his temper, we will ruin him.