General's Butler

Acquaintance is fate, love is debt.

Why, do you like Li Junmou?

Since when did it start, the figure of this person has been stationed in my heart, and I still can't help thinking about it even though I am suffering from pain.

That person should be doing something now.

Has he ever thought of himself?

Or, in the hearts of the people there, he was just entertaining for a while, but he gave all his emotions and thoughts...

I remember that day, it was raining heavily.

Qingya could no longer remember how she got into such a carriage.

Originally, he was waiting for General Li to return this day, but he never came. Uncle Wu said that General Li would not come.

why?

Qingya couldn't figure it out. The two of them got along very well before. He even lived in the room reserved by General Li. A supreme love.

But isn't it like this?

Qingya recalled the person he saw yesterday, leaning on the soft couch, squinting at herself, could it be that the message revealed in that expression was dissatisfaction?

He really can't figure it out.

According to the regulations of the building outside the building, for those young men who did not wait for the guests to return, they would be sent to the slave market in the southern country on the same day.

That day, it was raining heavily.

There were seven people in the carriage, and they were acquainted with each other outside the building.

"Damn it, what a goddamn stinky man, after staying with him all night, he actually picked me up the next day!"

"Wuwu, there is such a thing, why are we sent to the slave market, obviously we have done nothing wrong?"

Some resentment, some lamentation.

"Forget it, let's resign ourselves to fate, I knew it would be the end like this."

Why, they are not free...

Qing Ya huddled in the corner secretly, what kind of place is the South Country, it has been famous for a long time among these youths.

In that kind of place, there are still two paths to choose from, but there is only one result of the two paths.

I can't bear to abuse myself to end my life or be abused to death by others...

"Qing Ya, are you alright?"

The person who usually took care of Qingya, seeing Qingya's dazed look, was unavoidably worried.

Qing Ya raised her head: "I'm fine."

"How can there be nothing, we are in the same situation, I don't know yet"

That person sat down next to Qing Ya, and now that they can rely on each other, it is also a kind of comfort, after all, they don't know where they will be sent to the southern country next.

Perhaps, the present journey is the final reunion.

"What will happen to us... in the future?"

On this unknown journey, Qingya was really full of uneasiness. Will he be like this in the future?

When you arrive at the slave market, you will be bought by someone who doesn't know who it is, and you will never be able to break free from this shackle...

I can't see Yafeng and the others again, and that person also...

Sudden.

"Ah, what's the matter!"

"You're on top of me, get up quickly, you're out of breath!"

"Ah, you pushed me!"

Chaos appeared unexpectedly.

Qingya only felt that after falling to the ground for a while, she was ruthlessly thrown out of the carriage and soaked in the icy rain.

The road was too slippery and the sky was dark. When the horse stepped on a small rain pit, its hooves swayed, and the entire carriage tilted over.

All the people overturned with the carriage and fell out.

"Damn, what a bad luck!" The coachman cursed.

He was already unlucky enough to be pulling a cart full of young men, but now this happened again.

Simply, unlucky!

"You are all waiting here honestly! If you dare to escape, don't blame me for being rude!"

Now, he can only go back to the building outside the building. Without a carriage, these people can only go to the southern country in a monkey year.

"Qing Ya, are you okay...Qing Ya?"

everywhere, no one...

Is it raining heavily?

Qingya ran alone in the rain, the rain hit her hair, face, and clothes, she felt that her vision was a bit blurred, she didn't know whether it was rain or tears, and her eyes were covered.

Qingya knew that at this moment, she might be excited.He did something that he couldn't even imagine, and ran away from the team.

He knew that if he dared to escape, what would happen if he was caught, but he didn't regret it.

After all, I just want to understand.

Go to that place, the mansion of the general who protects the country.

"Open the door, is anyone there?"

"I want to see General Li, please open the door."

Finally, I got to this place...

No one came to answer the door, the rain was too loud to cover Qingya's knocking and talking.

In the Palace of the General Protecting the Nation, all the servants gathered in the hall.

Pan Yun was sitting on the master's seat, Qiaoer was standing next to him holding tea, and there was a whole lot of people kneeling in front of him.

"From today onwards, I will be the hostess of the General's Mansion. Lu Qing is not here for the past few days, so you have to report to me anything in the mansion, you know?"

On the second day of their marriage, Li Junmou led his troops out to fight, and Pan Yun had nowhere to vent his accumulated grievances.

"Yes……"

"Understood, ma'am..."

Everyone in the general's mansion knew Pan Yun's temperament long ago. Usually, when Lu Qing was around, they had someone to support them, so they ignored Pan Yun.

But now, no one who can restrain Pan Yun is in the mansion, so they can only obey orders submissively.

"what happened"

"It seems that someone is knocking on the door," Qiaoer replied.

The rain was loud, but it was indeed mixed with some knocking on the door.

"Slave to open the door..."

"Don't go!"

Qiao'er didn't understand why Pan Yun didn't let her go. If someone knocked on the door, it must be someone related to the general's mansion. It wouldn't be rude to let him outside like this.

"Let him knock, Li Junmou and Lu Qing are not here, I can't make up my mind about anything"

Don't let that person in. Anyway, seeing no one opened the door, that person must have left.

"Qiaoer, I'm tired, go back to my room and have a rest"

Qiao'er helped Pan Yun back to the room, and the other servants also dispersed. It was raining heavily outside, and no one paid attention to the person who might be knocking on the door.

No one opened the door, Qing Ya shrank at the door, and slowly fell asleep.

It's so cold... who will save him...

"Master, son..."

Qiaoer stood outside the door, she couldn't see the situation inside clearly, the lady kept the key very well this time, she couldn't steal it.

There was no response from inside, could it be... No, she has to find someone to help.

Qiaoer hurriedly left the small courtyard, there are many master monks in the temple, if she asks them for help, she will be able to rescue Young Master Qingya.

Qingya in the room soaked in the bucket, a layer of white frost formed on the edge of the bucket, and slowly formed on his face.

He knows that people are really fragile...