master and servant

When Zhao San opened his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

It's really lucky that he didn't die.My body was numb, itchy, and unbearable, but fortunately I still couldn't move my limbs, and I didn't have to worry about scratching my flesh.

He rolled his eyeballs, and caught a glimpse of a girl sitting on a low stool snoring and beating her head to one side.

Two buns, a green skirt, a small silver ring that is tightly tied on the wrist, other than that, there is no jewelry, no rouge and gouache, just a little maid.

It appears that the owner of the boot, who was the last to see him blocking his corner of the sky, saved him before he fainted.

The door creaked, and Zhao San quickly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.He slowed his breathing, suppressed his heartbeat, and almost fell asleep.

He heard muffled footsteps approaching, and with the sound of breathing of this strange comer, he could tell that it was a man.

Someone knocked on the sleeping servant girl's head, and with a crackling sound, the little servant girl jumped up in fright.

"Young master, young master!" The girl's voice was crisp and clear, with a frightened crying sound, which was mellow and charming.

"I asked you to take care of this man, why did he fall asleep? Go and bring the medicine."

"Yes, yes!" The girl ran away like a gust of wind.

The visitor sat on the edge of the bed and took his pulse with his hand.

He appropriately increased his heartbeat, making the muscles on his body appear to be in a non-moving state, grinding out a little sound from the depths of his throat.

The visitor put down his hand again, and after a while, there was a sweet fishy smell in the air.

"Young master, the medicine is here, let me let him drink it."

"Give me the medicine, you can go down."

"Yes."

The girl's footsteps faded away, and the person sitting beside him stirred the medicinal soup, making the sweet and fishy smell even stronger.

Then, his lips got wet.

The medicinal soup fit its smell very well, sweet but bitter and fishy, ​​it flowed down his face and dripped into his hair and neck.

He amplified his seemingly unconscious moan, and his eyelashes fluttered and slowly opened.

The one who was feeding him the medicine was a tall and slender young man with a handsome appearance, big eyes and white skin, a bit delicate.

Different from the ordinary little maid, this young man has a hairpin on his head, a circle around his neck, a dark blue background, a wide-sleeved gown with embroidered patterns of moon-white water, waves and clouds, a golden hook on his waist, and even the black jade wrench on his right thumb. He came from a noble family - so expensive that the little maid in green clothes and plain face was not worthy of his status.

"Are you awake? You were seriously injured. You slept for four days and almost couldn't survive." The young man scooped up a spoonful of vermilion soup and brought it to his mouth, and he drank it obediently, "But since you are awake, That means you shouldn’t die, seeing how strong your inner strength is, you’ll be fine if you take a breather, and it’s not in vain that I guarded you these days and spent so much medicine to get you back from the ghosts.”

Zhao San's heart skipped a beat, his face didn't move at all, he lowered his eyes and shook his head as if feeling dizzy, he opened his mouth and said awkwardly: "My benefactor saved me, such a great kindness can't be repaid."

The young man laughed, his eyes squinted, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, do you want to make a promise with your body after you have nothing to say?"

Zhao San pursed his lips, "I was originally a dead man in Hongcheng Villa. I worked for the original owner for 23 years. I didn't expect the original owner to let me go, but beat me seriously and threw me into the snow..."

"It's so vicious!" The young man was shocked and angry, "Your original owner is so reckless about human life, you are not afraid of revenge from heaven!" The young man clenched his right fist and hammered on the open left palm, "You don't have to worry, just stay by my side. Don’t be afraid of the Jianghu people from the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple villas. If they dare to come and beg for the old slaves, see if I don’t hang them all up and spank their asses!”

Zhao San's heart twitched, did this man regard him as a servant who repayed his kindness with his body?He continued to ask, "I don't know your benefactor's name?"

The young man grinned, "My name is Gu Yusheng, what about you?"

Zhao San originally wanted to report Zhao San's name, but after thinking about it, this Hongcheng Villa will definitely choose a new Zhao San after he leaves, and it seems inappropriate for him to take someone else's name.

He thought of the flying snow and the blue sky that had just arrived after the snow, and decided at the moment that he would be called Cang Xueji after his new life.

Seeing him hesitate, Gu Yusheng hurriedly said, "It's not a pity to discard the name of a dead man. I'll save your life anyway, and I can't bear to see you struggle with it, so I give you a new name, my surname is Gu Zhi pay it back."

He just gave himself a good name with blood in his heart. Why is this young man so self-righteous and self-assertive?The subtext is to ask him to be his domestic slave in order to repay the grace of saving his life—except for domestic servants, who needs someone to protect from the old master on a high ground, but also accept the surname of the master's family as his own? What about the name you have to answer?

"Engong, actually I have my own name, my name is..."

"Let the past go. You are now Gu Zhi. You have taken the medicine and rested well. There is no rush to repay your kindness. Human life is still very long. Yue'er! Come in and serve Zhi and drink the medicine to rest!"

The maidservant in Tsing Yi came in at the sound, picked up the medicine and smiled sweetly and began to feed him, leaving him unable to argue.

Gu Yusheng watched him finish drinking the medicine with a smile, and walked out the door with his hands behind his back.

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Alas, I am really a good person. No wonder he is so eager to follow me around and repay me for the rest of his life." Gu Yusheng thought about his words and deeds, and couldn't help but feel sorry for such a kind person again. Falling in love with himself, he walked away humming a song.

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