After binding the system I was forced to dress in women [Quick Transmigration]

Auston went back and forth, and when he came back, his face was so gloomy that water could drip, he grabbed Yu Fu by the collar, and lifted him up from the bed, so angry that he forgot the warning not to look into his eyes just now, Looking straight into his eyes, his voice was cold: "Are you happy now?"

Yu Fu put away his sloppy look, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked impatiently, "What do you mean by that?"

Auston approached him and lowered his voice: "Who the hell are you? What do you know?"

But the person in front of him still didn't change his expression in the face of his coercion: "I said, I'm just an ordinary businessman, I just happened to pass by that night, and I don't know anything else."

"Are you my three-year-old?"

"Believe it or not, but if I remember correctly, three days haven't passed yet, and I won this bet."

Auston sneered: "Do you think I will let you out?"

Yu Fu raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a smile that can be said to be charming to all living beings, and dragged out his tone: "Oh, I see, your Excellency is so targeting me, could it be that... you like me?" His tail tune rose slightly, and he said the last sentence in a tactful and ambiguous manner.

Alston frowned immediately, "You're talking nonsense, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed away mercilessly. The man looked impatient. Everything before him disappeared like a spring breeze. There was even a bit of disgust on his face. Smiling but not smiling, he said, "Then don't get so close, or I thought you were going to kiss me."

Auston was furious: "You!"

Yu Fu raised his eyes and said coldly, "What am I?"

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tit for tat, and the strong smell of gunpowder and medicine diffused in the small space. The soldiers guarding far outside the prison door lowered their eyes, looking at their noses, noses, and hearts, not daring to breathe.

After a long while, Oston snorted coldly, walked out with a flick of his sleeves, but just turned around, and heard the unceremonious voice from behind: "Your Excellency is as unreasonable as the church, and you want to convict and execute an innocent civilian like me?" ?”

Auston didn't turn around, his face changed suddenly, and his chest heaved violently a few times. How dare this man compare him with that stupid church!

He clenched his fists tightly. Even though he had experienced the baptism of war, he had never suffered any major setbacks after all. Now that the setbacks came one after another, it was inevitable for him to be young and angry. At this time, he was so aroused again that he almost lost his sense of proportion.

His fists were clenched, and Oston strode outside and ordered in a deep voice to his subordinates: "Let him go!" Then he turned around and stared at Yu Fu fiercely, "If it was you... I will definitely take you again Take it back and watch you be hanged with your own eyes."

The servants of the Wilson family have been having a rough time recently. Although their young master was originally cruel and eccentric, he has become more vicious and cruel recently. They will be severely punished for the slightest inconvenience, causing everyone to walk on eggshells when talking and doing things, for fear of making mistakes. Was punished by the young master.

On this day, the young master brutally cut off the hands of a maidservant because she was too scared to splash the wine on his clothes when she was pouring wine for the young master. At that time, all the people present were ordered to watch this extremely bloody scene , if anyone turns his eyes away, he has to dig out the eyeballs with his own hands and swallow them alive, even the personal servants who grew up with him are no exception.

In the evening, Jesse trembled around the garden several times. He was one of the young master's supporters. It was his turn to guard the young master's room today. But when he thought of the blood-splattered and cruel smile on the young master's face in the afternoon, he couldn't help it. Feel cold involuntarily.

"Huh—it's okay, I'm just guarding outside the young master's room. As long as I'm careful, there won't be any accidents." He clasped his hands on his chest, trying to cheer himself up.

He circled the flower stand three more times. After confirming that he was ready, he took a deep breath and walked towards the door leading to the young master's room. Before entering the door, he looked up at the night sky. The moon is really round tonight.

Jessie stepped lightly, even the sound of breathing was so soft that it was barely audible, and slowly came to the floor dedicated to the young master. It was very quiet at this time, except for him, the other servants avoided in fear.

He found the door of the young master's room, sat down slowly, carefully leaned his back against the wall by the door, clasped his hands together and closed his eyes tightly, muttering words, praying that the young master would not be a demon at night.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the quiet night seemed to have a unique hypnotic magic power. Even well-trained people could not stand the temptation of sweet dreams. Jesse's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the long corridor was in front of his eyes. Rotating~rotating, the light at the end of the corridor became darker and darker, until finally it became a narrow slit in front of his eyes.

I'm so sleepy, let's sleep for a while.

He said to himself, the young master should be asleep by now anyway.

Jesse closed her eyes in relief.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the door. It was muffled, as if something had rolled down to the ground, and it seemed to be mixed with inaudible low howls.

Jesse woke up with a start, his back covered with sweat.

He got up from the ground with weak hands and legs, and knocked on the door tentatively: "Young master, young master, what's wrong with you?"

There was no answer from the door, but the weird voice didn't stop.

"Master! Master!" He raised his voice, but he was answered by a vague but strange cluck.

Jessie was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold, and he pulled out the gun from his side tremblingly, aiming at the door tremblingly, his Adam's apple couldn't stop rolling: "Master, I'm coming in!"

He kicked the door open and rushed in bravely, but the room was pitch black, only the curtains were blown up by the wind, allowing a ray of moonlight from outside to leak in and shine on the expensive and gorgeous carpet.

The weird voice disappeared, and he inexplicably felt courageous, swallowed, took a breath, and walked towards the cubicle where the young master slept with the gun in his hand.

"Master?" he called softly.

No one answered him.

Jessie used the moonlight to find the compartment door, and before he could push it, the door creaked open.

Jesse hesitated for a moment, squeezed his lower lip that was chapped due to too much tension, and gently opened the door with the head of the gun.

He cautiously leaned in, and when his gaze caught sight of the black human figure writhing on the young master's bed, his pupils instantly dilated due to fear, and just as he was about to shout, he saw the black figure suddenly raised his head, facing him directly A pair of golden eyes.

The next day.

The servants of the Wilson family stood silently in the young master's room. Their young master was still wearing pajamas, standing barefoot on the carpet, sweeping a set of expensive tea sets off the table in a frenzied manner, with all eyes on his face. Seriously: "Where is Jesse that trash? Why didn't you come last night!"

The servants looked at me and I looked at you, and shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know.

"You!" Nick pointed at the doorkeeper and asked, "Did you see him go out last night?"

The servant was almost scared to pee, his legs were shaking, he shook his head frantically and said incoherently: "I didn't see it last night... no I saw it... but I didn't see him coming back..."

Nick smiled coldly, "Okay, he ran away in the middle of the night! Is it because I am usually too kind that you don't pay attention to me? It seems that I should tune...tune. Taught you!"

All the servants fell to their knees on the ground with a thud, their livers were torn apart: "Master, I'm sorry, please don't be angry!"

At this moment, a woman's voice came. Mrs. Wilson walked in, surrounded by maids, in a gorgeous lady's dress. When she saw this scene, her face was bewildered: "What's going on?"

Nick let out a cold snort of disdain.

Mrs. Wilson walked up to her son and saw that he was wearing thin clothes and no shoes on. She immediately frowned and shouted at the servants, "You are all dead? Why don't you serve the young master to dress?"

The servants couldn't speak, they could only shake their bodies, their heads almost fell to the ground.

"Are you all dumb?" Mrs. Wilson raised her voice, making her voice a bit more mean and sharp.

A servant raised his head boldly, his tongue was tied and he stammered: "Jie, Jesse ran away, the young master is angry... no, we won't let us serve."

Mrs. Wilson raised her slender eyebrows, immediately diluting her aristocratic air a bit, and said in disbelief, "Jessie? How dare that lowly slave run away?"

Servants are all low-status poor people or slaves who have been sold. Even if they are treated inhumanely by their masters, they cannot escape. If they are caught, they will be beaten to death.

At this time, a maid hurried over and said anxiously: "Madam, several precious collections have been lost at home!"

Mrs. Wilson: "What! How dare you steal something?"

Just as Wilson's family was arguing about a servant, Auston led a group of soldiers to the Wilson mansion quickly. His subordinates grabbed a servant and said a few words with a cold face. The servant ran to report in horror

"Master, ma'am, Jesse has been found! But...but..."

Reception hall.

Auston pointed to the person covered by the white cloth, motioned his subordinates to remove the cloth, and asked softly, "This is your servant, Wilson."

The corpse under the white cloth was pale, with a smile on his face, but his body was in a painful convulsion. The blood seeped through the white cloth, congealing into a large dark purple.

"Ah!" Mrs. Wilson saw it unexpectedly, and exclaimed in shock, clutching her heart and trembling, and was immediately helped aside by the maids.

Nick Wilson's face turned black: "Auston, you carry a dead body into someone's house like this. Is this the etiquette you should have as a nobleman?"

Auston was noncommittal to his sarcasm, and continued: "He was found in the north today. What I want to ask is, since he is your personal servant, why did he go there at night?"

Wilson sneered: "Are you taking too much care? Where does my servant appear, what does it have to do with you?"

Auston smiled sarcastically, unhurriedly: "I remember that His Majesty issued a curfew order not long ago, no matter whether civilians or nobles are not allowed to go out at night, I will be in charge of supervision. Do you think it has something to do with me?"

Wilson was choked by him, stared at Oston's annoying face, and gritted his teeth with hatred. This man overwhelmed himself everywhere, and now he's showing his prestige in front of him!

He raised his chin arrogantly, "The servants in my family ran away in the night and took away the family's belongings. What does it matter to me where they go?"

Auston: "You mean he is a fugitive slave? Where did he go at night?"

Wilson snorted.

Auston's face turned cold, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Even so, now that you are dead, I still have reason to suspect that you are related to this serial murder case." alert.

Wilson looked at him warily: "What are you going to do?"

Auston smiled and opened his lips: "Search."

The soldiers immediately acted and scattered to search.

Wilson's fingers tightly pinched his palm, and his eyes were filled with viciousness: "Auston, don't go too far! Believe it or not, I will tell Your Majesty..."

Auston raised his hand to interrupt him, "Don't worry, I have asked His Majesty for instructions before coming here."

Wilson: "..."

The search team moved quickly and finished the search in a short while. They all shook their heads to signal to the officer. Auston looked heavy and frowned.

Wilson sneered again and again, provocatively: "Why, aren't you full of confidence?"

Auston gave him a warning look and waved: "Go."

After everyone left the house, Wilson angrily overturned the teacup that the servant had just put on. You pay the price!

Mrs. Wilson regained her breath, and walked slowly to her son's side. Seeing his expression, she felt a little scared for no reason, but then she thought that this was her son, and her husband was spending time and drinking outside all year round, even for a few months. Not going home, her son is the only sustenance in her life.

"Nick, my son, don't get angry. It's okay for Auston to be arrogant at this time. He has no right to inherit, and his title is no match for you."

She thought for a while, and then said: "In a few days, there will be a marriage banquet of the Howard family, and Isabella will also attend, don't you like her, and when you take the opportunity to snatch her over, he will have nothing. "

Looking at the stupid woman in front of him, Wilson smiled slowly: "Yes, mother."

The author has something to say: Inexplicably, I feel that Fu'er is a bit aggressive and has a double standard. I can approach you, but you approach me——

Don't suffer the old man!