King's Landing [Rebirth]

Yuan Sheng was only eight years old when he met Lu Zixiu for the first time.

He was dressed in shabby clothes, washed his face clean, stood in front of the steward Lu's mansion with red lips and white teeth, tremblingly tugged at the hem of his short shirt under the scrutiny of the other party, only looked left and right timidly, not daring to inquire further .

He was born with a calm temperament, but he was not so timid at first, but since his parents were killed by barbarians more than a year ago, he has lived a life of wandering, sometimes hiding in Tibet, sometimes encountering refugees and being bullied , and was even tied up by toothmen and wandered around. Every time he tried to sneak away, he would be caught and beaten.After a long time, he became timid and cautious, and he no longer thought about running away. He only hoped that he could be sold to a good family and live a stable life for a few years.

Seeing that he was well-behaved, the steward was quite satisfied, so he bought him, led him into the backyard, and said as he walked, "You are not familiar with this place, and you are too young to do heavy work, so you will go to the warehouse to scrub the utensils for the time being." Right. I arranged such an easy job for you because you are sensible, so don’t be clumsy and drop things.”

Yuan Sheng naturally responded to what he said, and kept it firmly in his mind, while concentrating on it, trying to remember the tortuous road he had traveled.The Yaren had warned him before that the higher the family status, the more rules and regulations, and as a servant of a rich family, you must be careful everywhere, and don't go to places you shouldn't go. will be kicked out of the house.

He took care of the affairs with a gentle attitude and had a good impression of the Lu Mansion, so he naturally didn't want to be kicked out of the mansion to continue living a precarious life.

Afterwards, he settled down. Although he was occasionally bullied by other servants, it was not serious. At least he had enough clothes and food, so he was very satisfied.

One day not long after, he was sweeping the storeroom when he was suddenly called to help in the kitchen. The servant who took him there was a decent servant who was three or four years older than him and knew a lot more. As he walked, he said: "A distinguished guest came to the mansion today, and the staff in the kitchen are too busy. The steward told me to call you over. I must have seen that you are usually careful in doing things and are very satisfied with you. You should be more careful in a while, maybe you will do well. Will be left behind, what is the warehouse, there are not many living people to be seen all day long, and there will never be a bright future there."

Yuan Sheng wanted to say that he didn't look forward to the day when he was in his prime. He was earning a living in peace and contentment, and not many people came to disturb him. He swallowed back the words on his lips.

Everyone in the kitchen was busy, and Yuan Sheng was instructed to choose vegetables for a while, and was instructed to wash the dishes for a while. It was also the wind under his feet. After that, he was grabbed by someone before he could wipe off his sweat, and then a tray was stuffed. Put it in your own hand: "It's ready! Yuan Qing has a stomachache, serve him the food, go! Follow the people in front, don't talk too much, don't look around, come back as soon as the food is served!"

"Yes." Yuan Sheng took it carefully.

Although he was nervous all the way, he delivered the dishes smoothly after all. When he exited the front hall, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to rush back to the kitchen, but when he turned around, he bumped into someone head-on.

The person who came was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with handsome features and luxurious clothes. I don't know if he was stunned, but he stared straight at him. There was no reproach in his eyes, but rather curiosity.But Yuan Sheng was still taken aback, guessing that he was either the son of the Lu family, or the son of the noble Hakka family.

He hurriedly bowed and apologized, thinking that he might be punished, cold sweat dripped down his back.

"It's okay. I don't blame you for this matter. I left in a hurry." The young man pulled him up and looked him up again. Seeing his picturesque features, he was very pleasing, so he couldn't help laughing, "What are you talking about?" What?"

"Yuansheng."

"My name is Lu Zixiu."

Yuan Sheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that he was at a loss and wanted to salute again.

Lu Zixiu quickly grabbed him, "Okay, there are no rules, I don't like it."

Yuan Sheng settled down, and hearing his gentle tone, he couldn't help but relax a little, and said quickly, "Thank you, Second Young Master."

Lu Zixiu didn't say anything more, seeing that he was holding a tray in his hand, he let him go.

Yuan Sheng didn't take this matter to heart, and even Lu Zixiu didn't think about it for a while afterward.

Not long after, Yuan Sheng was indeed transferred to the kitchen. Although he was not as good as the waiter in the front yard, in the eyes of many people, he was already worthy of envy, not to mention he had only been here not long ago.Yuan Sheng's life before was simple, and he didn't know much about the complexity of the human heart. He just felt that there were more and more things that didn't go his way, and it seemed that life was not as easy as before.

After more than a month, Yuan Sheng was washing dishes in cold water when he was called by the steward again.

Seeing that he has always understood the rules, the steward never spoke harshly to him, and this time he added a bit of gentleness: "Follow me to the front yard."

Yuan Sheng didn't know what was going on, and only after he went there did he realize that it was the Second Young Master who wanted to pick a book boy. He stood with a few other eight or nine-year-old children, and when he saw the shelves full of books, he quickly lowered his brows and eyes to cover his eyes. Live the sadness in my heart.He always remembered that his parents had said they would send him to a private school, but it didn't take long for him to encounter barbarian horses, and he no longer dared to expect that.

Lu Zixiu only looked at them a few times, and he didn't seem to think much about it, so he quickly picked Yuan Sheng.

The rest of the people were quickly taken down. When Yuan Sheng raised his eyes, he inadvertently saw the jealousy in their eyes before they left. He was stunned for a moment, as if he understood the reason for his difficult situation these days. Biting his lip, he lowered his eyelashes again.

When the steward was about to leave, he gave him orders: "The book boy was kicked out because of his unclean hands and feet. I saw you as an honest person, so I was willing to bring you here. From now on, when serving in the study, you must understand the rules, understand?"

"Understood." Yuan Sheng nodded honestly.

As soon as the steward left, Lu Zixiu came over immediately, took him by the hand and brought him to the desk, and said with a smile: "Actually, I originally wanted to call you over directly, but it's against the rules to do so. I'm afraid you will be hated by others, so I have no choice but to call you here." Ask the steward to bring a few for me to choose."

Yuan Sheng stared at the hand held by him, inexplicably nervous, shrank back subconsciously, and was puzzled by his words: how did he know that the steward would definitely call me over?

Lu Zixiu glanced at him, and laughed: "If you didn't come this time, I can say that I won't be selected, and no one will be satisfied."

Yuan Sheng forgot his nervousness, and asked in surprise, "How does Second Young Master know what the little one is thinking?"

"It's written all over your face."

Yuan Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then felt a little embarrassed, his face was slightly hot.

Lu Zixiu let go of his hand: "Can you grind ink?"

Yuan Sheng nodded: "I will."

"Have you ever written before?"

"Wrote some."

"That's right, come and grind ink for me."

Yuan Sheng hurriedly stepped forward, sat down on his knees in front of the case, poured some water into the inkstone, and picked up the ink ingot to grind it lightly.