Duan Zhishaohua

Everyone in the palace, maids and servants became cautious again.

Duan Shaohua's popularity has increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and anyone can see that the prince's heart has leaned toward him.

However, the maids who were serving were worried at the same time, don't one day this son of a young man will be so proud of his favor and become the next master of dust, then he will really have nowhere to complain.

But no one can guess the prince's preferences, today is cloud, tomorrow will be rain, who knows which master will appear tomorrow, guessing too much will not get any benefit.

Duan Shaohua's residence has obviously become lively. In the past, only Dong'er walked through the busy courtyard, and the sound of footsteps suddenly increased. Even to make a pot of hot tea, several people had to go back and forth, which is really particular.

With such a grand event, I don't know whether to say yes or not.

While Duan Shaohua's rumors were rising, Mu Qingchen looked bleak.

That day, after Pei Jing threw down his unfeeling words, he never lived again. According to what he said, all the maids in the West Inner Court had been transferred away, except for two rough servants who were left behind to help with some chores.

The inconvenience, the lack of dedication, and the resentment in my heart are all unspeakable.

Mu Qingchen has been pampered and pampered for many years, but now he doesn't even have a personal maid.I can't count on those two rough hands and feet, and I have to serve tea and water by myself, how can I vent my frustration.

If it's just that, then it's fine, look at the whole palace, who is not the one who worships the high and tramples the low, and follows the power of others.In the past, Mu Qingchen had the status of master to suppress them from daring to speak out, but now he is the master who has lost his status. In addition, he has suffered so much from him in the past, so why not make trouble when he finds an opportunity.

I don't know from which day, the things sent to the West Inner Court are getting worse day by day.Looking at food and clothing, I don't know how much worse it is than in the past.The clothes that were said to be washed were still dirty from yesterday, the food that was delivered was still mixed with dirt, and even the ice cubes in the room were not provided on a hot day.In short, from beginning to end, nothing satisfied him.

Mu Qingchen hated this group of villainous people to the core, and the accumulated resentment seeped into his heart.Look at Prince Jing's mansion, up and down, it's full of pickets.

Every day and night when I fell out of favor, I can only sigh that this troubled world is dirty, and the villain is in power.Recalling Pei Jing's kindness back then, it seemed like a dream.

I only sigh that although he wears the halo of a prince, he is just a common man who likes the new and dislikes the old in his bones.

Being oppressed by such thoughts, hatred and oppression, all Mu Qingchen can do is hate or resent, but he can't see the prince, and he doesn't want to find those who laugh at him. Distorted eighteen ways.

One day, after eating a mouthful of a completely cold meal, his pent-up anger broke out uncontrollably.Throwing the bowls and chopsticks in front of the servant who delivered the meal, he sneered and said, "The majestic Prince Jing's Mansion can only serve such meals, which cook made this?"

The boy who brought the food just smiled when he saw that he lost his temper, "Master Chen, don't be disgusted, as servants, how can we know what the chefs are thinking. It's just that every grain of rice and drop of water in this mansion has nothing to do with it." Use it where it should be used. It has been many days since the prince has come, and I can't see your immortal energy, master, so I have to ask you to be wronged first."

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingchen was already trembling with anger.How could he know that a mere servant who was ten times inferior to him would dare to mock him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the boy had already left with the lacquer plate in his hand, leaving only leftovers on the floor.

Apparently, they won't be sending a second copy.

As soon as the boy left, Mu Qingchen who had been greatly shocked sat down tremblingly, tears rolled in his eyes from being angry.

Once upon a time, they shouted nicely one by one, and they were extremely attentive in doing things.Unexpectedly, today, a lowly boy would dare to laugh at him face to face.

Thinking about the changes in the past few years, his parents were convicted and exiled, the family was broken, and the people were separated.At that time, Prince Jing was considered considerate and enthusiastic, he regarded him as his reliance, and repaid him with his body.I don't want Bai Yuncanggou, but in just two years, he likes the new and dislikes the old, and throws him aside and ignores him.Even today, he has to be subjected to this kind of insult.

Mu Qingchen has always thought highly of himself, and recalling the past scenery, it is undoubtedly another blow.

He was originally a son of a famous family, why did he fall to such a point.

Looking at the world, he has no one to rely on, no one to rely on.

Covering his face in helplessness, weeping softly, squinting at the food that fell on the ground, the crying was even louder.For a moment, even the idea of ​​this remaining life came into being.

I was crying so hard that I couldn't help myself, but there were footsteps approaching, followed by a loud voice, "Master Dust."

Mu Qingchen didn't notice someone approaching at all, he raised his head suddenly when he heard the voice, and looked at that person with tears in his eyes.

"Why is it you?" Mu Qingchen turned his face away after taking a look, and said bitterly, "It's ridiculous, even you came to see my joke."

"A servant would never think so." The fourth son knelt down and said solemnly: "You will always be the master of dust."

At that time, all the servants in Mu Qingchen's room were separated, even the fourth son was spared.And among the maids and servants in this room, only the fourth son is really sincere, and knows how to come back to visit the old master.

It's just that the thoughts in it are only known to him.

But Mu Qingchen didn't pay attention to the sincerity of the youngest son.

He wiped away his tears, and said coldly: "You came at the right time, so you can sue Prince Jing. I have already thought about what he said, so I asked the prince to forgive me and let me go out of the house. From then on, I, Mu Qingchen, will die. Live has nothing to do with him."

No matter how you listened to these words, there was a taste of anger, the fourth son was startled immediately, and hurriedly persuaded: "Master Chen said such angry words, the prince is just confused for a while, and he will see clearly one day."

"Why should I wait for him?" Mu Qingchen seemed to have made up his mind, "I don't want to see his face anymore, just go and report to the prince, Mu will never stay longer."

After saying that, he got up and actually went to pack his luggage.

The fourth son tried to persuade and stop him, but Mu Qingchen couldn't listen to him at all, as if he was eager to leave.

Knowing that it was useless, the fourth son simply stopped persuading, and hurriedly said: "Master Dust can leave, but you are also helpless outside, and if you leave the palace rashly, you may end up on the streets. Master should wait a few more days. God, when I find a place for you outside, it won't be too late to leave."

This actually revealed Mu Qingchen's greatest worry at the moment, and he stopped packing his luggage for a moment, as if he had been drunk in the head.Indeed, when he walked out of Prince Jing's mansion, what should he do.

The impulse slowly dissipated, and the tears that had just stopped fell again.Mu Qingchen's legs were trembling, and he felt chills on his face.

After a long time, he seemed to regain his sanity, and said slowly: "Now, did that luthier take advantage of everything?"

The fourth son knew that he was talking about Duan Shaohua, so he couldn't help concentrating on him, and said softly: "He just got his wish for a while."

Mu Qingchen only snorted coldly, "Now that he has gained power and taken over the favor of the prince, he will no longer be able to tolerate me."

As he said that, he looked around at the deserted room that was completely incomparable with the past, and his sadness welled up again.

Prince Jing was greedy for the new and forgot the old. He fell out of favor and became a luthier.He was cold and bleak, but others were making noise.All the resentment and hatred were more or less transferred to Duan Shaohua.

A luthier played some magical sounds, and even the prince was taken away by him.

He was thinking full of resentment, and punched the bed with hatred.

His out-of-control grief and anger also pierced into Xiaosi's heart little by little.

Now, Mu Qingchen's resentment has also become the resentment of the youngest son. He knelt on the ground, and the injustice in his heart was surging one after another.

The fourth son knew that he had no right to ask the prince for anything, since Mu Qingchen entered the mansion, since he became a servant in the lord's house.He was looking forward to it day and night, only hoping that the prince would pamper his master more.In this way, he can also serve him all the time, and he can also look at him a few more times.

Even if you can't ask for it, just looking at it from a distance is enough.But today, such a little extravagant hope is about to come to nothing.

It doesn't matter if you say it's sincere, or it doesn't matter if you say it's muddled, that little fourth son also got involved in his own troubles.Thousands of entanglements made it impossible for him to move an inch.

He knew that Mu Qingchen had been heartbroken this time, but when he thought of him leaving the mansion in the future, the two of them would be separated, and they might never see each other again, so he felt uncomfortable for a while.

Until the fourth son left the west inner courtyard, there was still a slight cry behind him.

All the thoughts and precautions that should be kept were disturbed by the crying, and the fourth son could only walk away quickly, fisting his hands tightly.

It was night, and the fourth son finished the work at hand and sat at the table in silence.

The dim candlelight imprinted on his expressionless face, as if he was in deep thought again.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes his face sank, and then he clenched his fists again, as if he had made up his mind.

Finally, he blew out the candle, got up quickly from the stool and left.

The moonlight was blurred, and the fourth son hurried towards one direction.He kept on stepping, anxiously hiding some expectation.

The moonlight tonight is not very good, much darker than the previous few days.There are only a few broken stars hanging in the sky, like holes bitten off in the big black cloth.

The fourth son kept walking and running all the way, the heavy soles of his shoes stepped on the bluestone board vigorously, occasionally making a few abnormal noises, his scalp felt numb.

After a short distance, the fourth son was sweating profusely, and the palms of his hands were also tightly condensed with sweat.He raised his eyes and looked ahead, it was the courtyard where Duan Shaohua lived.

After gathering twelve minutes of caution, the fourth son squatted down to hide his figure, his eyes staring straight ahead.

The lanterns on the eaves lit up one by one, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daytime.

With the bright candlelight, the closed door finally moved.

From the cracks to the wide opening, the two maids came out first, followed by the master.

The fourth son's eyes darkened, and the deep-seated taboo was violently ignited. He bent slightly into an arc, imagining how he would pounce on him and grab his throat.

He was almost like this, but following the figure that appeared in front of him, he finally endured it.

Surrounded by many people, it was Prince Jing.

Getting closer and closer, when Duan Shaohua raised his head, he and Pei Jing looked at each other, but it was difficult to distinguish the taste.