Fading, waiting for your return

"Perhaps... this may really be my poison." Song Mingyu paused for a while, then looked at Ye Zhuang with deep eyes.

"Could it be... Biluochun?!" Hearing Song Mingyu's sudden words, Ye Zhuang's eyes widened in shock, and he looked back at Song Mingyu in disbelief!

"No, she's been drinking for several months, and she's fine. Why does this have to do with Young Master Song?"

"Because I didn't drink that can of tea." Song Mingyu looked at Ye Zhuang: "But Zhuang Minmin asked him to leave."

Ever since he was forcibly abandoned martial arts, his health has not been very good, and he has slowly recuperated himself over the past few years.Moreover, tea can detoxify and reduce the efficacy of medicine, so the habit of drinking clear water has long been formed.In the past few years, servants also brought tea, and he put it away afterwards.It's just that Zhuang Minmin ran to him again a few days ago, muttered a lot, and slipped into the room when he wasn't paying attention, and was seen with bottles and cans placed on the long-legged shelves.And among those bottles and jars happened to be the can of this year's morning tea - Biluochun.

No wonder this spring's tea pots are exquisitely fired, they can be placed on the shelf as decorations!

However, Zhuang Minmin just happened to recognize him, and insisted on asking for it...

Ye Zhuang directly opened his mouth wide, but found that he couldn't say anything.This is too... so what...

"Then, did Young Master Song really poison in it?" That was too scary.From now on, can the things given by Young Master Song be eaten indiscriminately? . .

Song Mingyu looked at Ye Zhuang with strange eyes.If it wasn't for this person being Ye Zhuang, Song Mingyu would have just passed by with contemptuous and contemptuous eyes.But luckily he is Ye Zhuang.

"I'm not going to be so crazy, thinking about how to poison all day long."

"That's it, that's it." Even if Song Mingyu was merciful, Ye Zhuang felt his own contempt.Not only did he chuckle, but he also exaggeratedly raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat that didn't exist at all.

"Oh, this is difficult. Master Song, please give me the antidote first, I'll go back and talk to the master about it. And that pot of tea has to be guarded..." Looking at Song Mingyu, Ye Zhuang I don't know what to say: "Young Master Song, you can't be so careless from now on. Some evils are hard to guard against, especially those who have ulterior motives to get close to you."

—Is this meant to be? ?

He didn't like Zhuang Minmin at all, okay?However, seeing that Ye Zhuang was also concerned about himself, Song Mingyu listened quietly, not forgetting to hand him the antidote.

And Ye Zhuang took the blue and white porcelain bottle that Song Mingyu handed over, while still muttering: "This girl Zhuang is too. I told her before that she should not come to Shulou to disturb Young Master Song, and she didn't listen to it. I just said that I like the scenery of the west courtyard."

After thinking about it, Ye Zhuang also felt that he had to tell the young master about it.

Before, because the young master rescued him, I couldn't say anything about the young master, and I didn't want to bother the young master because of such a trivial matter.But who knows, I was bumped into by myself, and I also tactfully suggested not to come over to bother me again, after all, men and women are different, and they can't kiss each other, so as not to misunderstand.She talked about her feelings for a long time, but she agreed on the surface, but when she turned around, she didn't know how many times she went to bother Young Master Song Qingjing when she didn't know it!

Sure enough, they all said behind their backs that they were a lowly domestic slave, and they could do the same thing.

Ye Zhuang still remembers that his young master said that he was going to celebrate Miss Zhao's birthday (it was only three years ago).Two months later, they not only brought Ms. Zhao and Li Shaoxia back as guests, but also a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl—Zhuang Minmin.

The little girl is pure and lovely, Uncle Ye is long, Uncle Ye is short, and Ye Zhuang is also happy to be called. Naturally, he obeyed his young master's order and had the guest room cleaned, and then brought her there himself.

Along the way, he was grateful and grateful, and talked about the accidents in his family with worries and smiles, and he had to sell himself to bury his father.Unexpectedly, he was oppressed by a bully, and because of the power of the other party, he did not dare to resist, etc. Fortunately, he met the young master and Miss Zhao Yunyun.

……

After that, Ye Zhuang resigned, and nothing happened for the time being.However--

Ye Zhuang has an honest public face.Not to mention his fat body, he is usually amiable and always has a cheerful smile on his face. It is really hard to believe that this person is also good at martial arts.And his martial arts is not generally high!After all, he grew up practicing with the previous castle master.so--

This face must have fooled the young Zhuang Minmin at the time.

This time Ye Zhuang closed the door and was not in a hurry to leave.I just stood outside the door and took a look to see if there was any need to add or cut junipers, so as to add some lively colors to the yard!But he didn't want to, just turned around, and let him hear the little girl's not pure, not sweet side-"...Hmph, isn't she just a slave, what else should he call himself Uncle Ye? Dare to promise! You can be my grandpa's generation... Hey, how come this big courtyard doesn't even have a servant girl who serves tea and water..."

Alas, he is also to blame for his good hearing!

After meeting again, Ye Zhuang said euphemistically, "Don't dare to be called Miss Zhuang, just call me Steward Ye."

……

Ye Zhuang didn't have to worry about this matter, but it was inevitable that it left a thorn in his heart, and whenever he met Zhuang Minmin in the future, he would always think of it unconsciously.After all, looking at the innocent little girl, who would have thought that there is such a face under the surface?

Ye Zhuang also had to sigh that he was really old after staying in the castle for too long.

Seeing that Ye Zhuang had thought of something and sighed slightly, Song Mingyu lowered his eyes: "Uncle Ye believes in Mingyu so much? Maybe everything was designed by Mingyu, isn't it going to betray Uncle Ye's trust."

"Both you and the young master call me Uncle Ye. Uncle Ye naturally believes in you."

"I think I was only eleven or twelve years old when I saw Young Master Song for the first time." Ye Zhuang couldn't help but sighed that things were right and wrong.But soon Ye laughed and said softly:

"I don't know when it started. When I realized it, I realized why there is always a little tail behind the young master! At that time, I was thinking, 'Look at the grandeur of the young master!'. Unknowingly More than ten years have passed. The old castle owner has gone, leaving the young master alone. Then I saw the young master's little tail came back. It's just that the little tail is also lonely. It's a pity that the young master is now distracted by other scenery. Forgot to look back... No matter what happens in the future, I hope you and the young master are well."

"...Uncle Ye, thank you." Song Mingyu was the first time someone said these words to him, no matter in the last life or now.

"Thank you too, for your trust." Song Mingyu smiled slightly: "This poison has nothing to do with Mingyu."

This was the first time in seven years that Song Mingyu showed such a shallow smile.

For a moment, Ye Zhuang almost thought he saw a white lotus blooming and swaying in the breeze.

With a light cough, Ye Zhuang smiled gratifiedly and patted Song Mingyu's thin shoulder lightly: "Good boy. I'll deliver the medicine right away, you..."

"I'll go back to Shulou."

"Well, that's fine. Although few people come here, there are more and more guests in the castle recently. I don't feel relieved to let Young Master Song alone. I will ask Ye Qi to take you back."

I saw Ye Zhuang turned half his body sideways, raised his right hand, bent his index finger and blew into his mouth a few times.When he put down his hand, a figure was already rushing towards him from afar.

It's not Ye Qi, who else.