The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

The rain dripped down endlessly, and the wind blowing into the corridor made people shiver. Han Jing's personal maid, Xiaocui, stood in front of the dining hall with her clothes tight on her clothes.

"Miss Xiaocui, the ginseng soup that the lord wants is almost ready!" The girl who handled the sundries in the dining hall walked up to Xiaocui with a serving of ginseng soup.

Xiaocui just nodded, not taking it as usual: "Well, bring it to the hall while it's hot!"

"But..." I have stayed in the palace for three years, and I can be regarded as an "old man" here. Everyone knows what it is like for the prince and Lord Wan to have a temper. Naturally, she was unwilling in every possible way: "Miss Xiaocui... this is not what you should..."

Relying on her status as being higher than the girl in the dining hall, Xiaocui rolled her eyes and said sharply, "What's the matter? If you're told to go, you go! Why are there so many nonsense! Being able to serve the prince is a blessing we have accumulated in three lifetimes! "

The fierce girl softened down: "Yes...Miss Xiaocui, don't be angry! It's me who is not sensible!"

Xiao Cui left a sideways path, her voice shrill: "It's good to know, then hurry up!"

The girl in the dining room smiled apologetically, held the ginseng soup in one hand, and pulled out a pale pink handkerchief from her sleeve with the other hand: "This...Miss Xiaocui, this is a new handkerchief that someone bought from South Street a few days ago. You see. . . you can use it if you like!"

Xiaocui rolled her eyes on the veil a few times before she took it, leaned against the wooden door of the dining hall, and said loudly: "This veil is well-made, and it's considered intentional! How about it! I don't think you look good. , I’m afraid it’s because of the wind and cold, it would be a big mistake if it caught the prince! Then I’ll trouble you, and find a smarter girl to deliver the ginseng soup.”

"Thank you, Miss Xiao Cui!" Finally escaped, the girl stood behind Xiao Cui with ginseng soup, waiting for the next "replacement ghost".

"Let's put it down!" Han Jing glanced at the maid who was holding the ginseng soup tremblingly, and asked slowly: "I look at your face, are you new here?"

"Return...to the prince's words," the servant girl said cautiously: "The servant girl's name is Xiaoyu, and she only entered the mansion this autumn."

Han Jing lowered his eyes and smiled, but with a bit of hostility, he pointed at the person kneeling in the courtyard: "Xiaoyu? After all, his baby name is also Xiaoyu."

The servant girl named Xiaoyu turned pale in an instant, her body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, and said weakly, "My lord... slave..."

Seeing this blue and white face, Han Jing was bored for a while, shook his head and sighed: "Why, Xinlai was bullied? Let others serve as a shield?"

The maid barely pulled out a smiling face that could be compared to crying, and said tremblingly: "Yes... it is the blessing of the slave..."

Han Jing's face was gloomy and cold, his eyes were fixed on the thin and thin light blue figure in the heavy rain, and he snorted coldly: "Fufen? If you don't like it, just say you don't like it! I don't want to serve a master who is angry!" The voice paused for a while, then suddenly let out softly: "Xiaoyu, what am I to you?"

The maid was so frightened to death that she prostrated herself on the ground and sobbed in a low voice. Han Jing couldn't help becoming more irritable, and waved his hands: "Why are you crying?! Get back!"

The maid who had lost half her soul rushed out of the hall while thanking her for her kindness.

After kneeling for three days in a row, the freezing rain had already penetrated every inch of her body. Wan Zixiao was extremely exhausted, and tried to move her painful knee, but she almost fell to the ground because of this small movement.

"Who do you think you are? It's just a dog of his King Jin. If he wants you, you can turn your hands into clouds and your hands into rain. If he doesn't want you, he can only watch Xue Qingmu get wronged, and even let you go. It is a luxury for him and Zhou Rou to meet each other." The deep chill numbs thinking, even the appearance of the golden boots in front of him is ignored, Wan Zixiao habitually raised the corners of his mouth, mocking himself mercilessly in his heart: "It's so pitiful! Back then, I knelt in front of him like this and begged for a way out for my grandfather. Now, I can only beg for a life for the only person in this world who can be called a friend! Wan Zixiao, Wan Zixiao! Zi Xiao, you are really a pitiful creature through and through!"

"You can still laugh!" Han Jing mocked three points and seven points angrily: "Master Wan's body is really in good shape! It seems that I am worrying too much!"

Wan Zixiao was taken aback for a moment, then straightened her spine, raised her head and stared at Han Jing's chin: "A scholar will die for his confidant! For the sake of the closest relatives, everyone has a hard bone!"

"Best relative?" Han Jing chewed these two words repeatedly, feeling a bit sad in his heart, and unconsciously raised his voice: "It's just a servant, you actually regard him as a close relative?!"

Wan Zixiao sneered when he heard the words: "Why am I not a servant?!"

He lowered his head and looked directly at Wan Zixiao, the corners of his eyes were still upturned, but there was no trace of anger in the past, and even the unique meanness seemed to be washed away by the rain.This kind of Wan Zixiao is extremely rare. Han Jing felt distressed for a while, and his affection was mixed with anger: "Zixiao, I never regarded you as a servant! Xue Qingmu is just a guard, you are not worth it for him." It's so difficult for yourself! Luo Chengxue is a leading figure in the contemporary literary world, to have his support is to clear the way for future success, how can you not know the pros and cons of it?"

Wan Zixiao's complexion changed drastically, and he said coldly: "If you can't even save the lives of those close to you, then what does your country have to do with me?"

Han Jing suddenly felt cold: "Zi Xiao, you are joking again! How can my country have nothing to do with you? My Jin Yihou."

Wan Zixiao didn't appreciate it, and said calmly: "My lord! Zixiao might as well tell you straight up today that the request made that day, except for the rectification of the name of the Wan family, was just to earn face. Zixiao knows who he is , I have never expected to be a marquis. Even if that day comes, your country will only belong to you alone, and no one can take a share of it. Naturally, you are the only one in the eyes of Mr. Qi, no matter what role you are in. I What I want is a safe place, a few close people, and a carefree and ordinary life.”

"A safe place, a few close people, a carefree and ordinary life", this kind of ordinary life is far from their promise to "share the country". Han Jing thought carefully, turned his head slightly, and said with a sad smile: "Xiaoyu, I didn't know until today that I didn't exist in the future you designed. It turns out that we really just made a scene. It turns out that I'm the only one who did the fake show!"

Wan Zixiao didn't argue, but bowed her head and kowtowed: "Please help me, my lord!"

Han Jing threw away the paper umbrella in his hand, let the rain hit him, bent down and raised Wan Zixiao's pale face, kissed gently between his brows, and said with a soft smile, "Zixiao, do you know? I hate others to lie to me the most in my life! So... I'm not as good as you wish..."

Wan Zixiao's whole body stiffened upon hearing the words, and she completely lost consciousness when she crooked.

Han Jing hugged Wan Zixiao tightly, with his thumb across the narrow eyebrows, tall nose bridge, thin blue lips, fair neck and collarbone, and finally clasped his cold hands on his chest.

"Wan Zixiao, you are half of my life." Han Jing closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth trembling: "But what am I to you?"