lcionline Chapter 754 Chapter 754
Chapter 754 Chapter 754
Baocai's face, which had just subsided, became red and swollen again. There was resentment in his eyes, but he couldn't make a fuss too much, otherwise if these two people got wind of it, he would be the one in trouble.
The young master is now having difficulty walking and has been unable to take care of himself for some time.
Thinking of this, he covered his face, lowered his head, and pretended to be embarrassed.
"If you two don't believe me, look over here."
As he was talking, he led the two of them to the well. In the half-sized wooden basin was a pair of trousers and white cloth stained with blood.
"These filthy clothes—?"
Baocai said weakly, "The young master was seriously injured and has been seeing a doctor for the past two days. He just changed the medicine and rested... Please be fair, young men. If the young master goes to the Prince's Mansion like this, let alone serve others, I'm afraid that just standing there will bring shame to the Prince."
Smelling of medicine and blood, entertaining guests?
Absolutely not!
Zhou'er and Gua'er snorted, "Is it really that serious?" There was still doubt on their faces. Baocai saw that they were a little relieved, so he took them outside the study and gently motioned them to look through the propped-up window frame.
"I haven't been to the Jiaofang Bureau these past few days. Fortunately, they are composing funeral songs there, so you are not needed for the time being. Otherwise, it would be too difficult. It would be very difficult for you to even get up."
After reading it, Zhou Er and Guaer looked at each other in surprise.
This vixen looks much thinner, her face is pale, and she no longer has the seductive charm of the past.
"Well, if that's the case, my two brothers will go back and report the truth."
Baocai heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. "Thank you, two young men. Please treat the young master better in the future. I will definitely go to your house to pay my respects with you."
Zhou Er made a fan with her hands and fanned the air a few times like a woman. "We'll talk about it later. Now it's winter, and Prince An's affair has just begun. The dignitaries from all over the country have come to the capital, and people from Liyang will definitely come as well. Tell the young master to be careful. If the prince doesn't announce it, just stay away."
Baocai nodded repeatedly.
He hoped that the young master would never go, but now hearing Zhou'er speaking like a mistress, giving serious instructions, he felt like he was watching a monkey, but he agreed with his mouth.
"Thank you for your advice, young master. I will tell you everything without missing a word."
After thanking them profusely, he saw them off.
After closing the door, Baocai's face fell. After Song Youan woke up, Baocai whispered all these things to him.
After listening to this, Song Youan sneered.
"You little grasshopper dares to fiddle with me. You really want to die." He closed his eyes and waited for a while before helping Baocai up. "You are the only one serving in this small courtyard. You must be tired. Let's go back to the courtyard on Baolai Street."
Baocai was stunned for a moment before he tried to persuade her in a low voice.
"Sir, take advantage of the grace of the prince during these days and we will take good care of ourselves here. I see that Doctor Sun is a very skilled doctor, so why not let him treat us before we go back."
If I really go back to Baolai Street and invite Doctor Sun again, it won’t be as convenient as it is now.
Song Youan was annoyed, "What's the point of healing? If he wants to mess with me in the future, he will get hurt anyway."
Upon hearing this, Baocai quickly spat three times.
"Sir, these illnesses are not good things, we have no use for them." Thinking of the Prince's rash behavior, Baocai shuddered, "Sir, I am shallow-minded, I just hope that the eldest daughter of the Jin family will marry into the Prince's Mansion as soon as possible, so that you will suffer less."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Youan raised his head and sneered.
"Baocai, if you and I want to live, we can only rely on the prince. Jin Fuyun, that vicious woman, will definitely not allow me to enter the mansion--"
Upon hearing this, Baocai became worried again.
"Sir, in this case... is it better to marry or not?"
Song Youan shook his head slowly.
There is no answer.
In the evening, as the sky gradually darkened, Song Youan ate some hot porridge and walked slowly in the courtyard with Baocai. His body was getting better, and so was his heart.
In the past few days, I felt like I couldn't survive and I wished I could die in pain.
But now, Song Youan thought of his younger brother who had long disappeared, and he cheered up again, "The prince and I have been friends for many years, and now he treats me rudely, it's also my fault, that's all, it doesn't matter."
As long as you are not dying, you can still live.
Baocai was confused and looked up at the pale-faced young master. "Forgive my poor eyesight, but I can see that you are unwilling to do this. The prince always beats and scolds you. I feel so sad when I see this—"
Song Youan shook his head and stood in the evening breeze, feeling a little lost.
After a while, he said, "It was Jiang Lang who pulled me out of the mud. To me, he is not the Prince of Yong, nor is he a barbarian who teased me. He is just a dear confidant whom I met when I was young. In the past six months, since he and Jin Fuyun discussed marriage, I have been unable to sleep or eat well. But he has a complicated mind. Whenever he sees a good-looking person, he will pull her to his side--"
Baocai felt even more aggrieved after hearing this.
"Sir, it seems that you can't bear to leave the Prince..."
Song Youan lowered his head and stopped talking. "I know that making a scene like this will only make him angrier, but what can I do? If I don't make a scene like this, I'll be going crazy with jealousy."
"Master——"
"The servants and guards around him are now very disrespectful to me, but I don't take it to heart at all. But when they get angry with me and hurt me, I feel that this life is too meaningless."
"Sir, you should get along well with the Prince, otherwise you will get hurt again..."
Baocai was choked up as he spoke. He never imagined that his young master would turn love into hate!
Song Youan shook his head, "I can't control myself. When I don't see him, my heart feels like it's being scratched by a kitten. I can't help but miss him. But once I see him flirting with others, I can't wait to go up to him and fight him—"
Baocai raised his head and looked at Song Youan, only to see that her beautiful face was full of dejection and loneliness, which made him sigh at his young age.
Although it did not snow on this cold night, the frost was white and the dew was heavy, so it was not advisable to stay there for long.
But the master and the servant said nothing and stood quietly in the wind.
Seeing this bleak scene, He Jiang felt guilty. After a long time, he sighed, "You, you make such a fuss every day, aren't you deliberately making me worry and concern?"
This one word startled both the master and his servant.
Baocai turned around and fell to his knees with a thud in fright.
"Please forgive me, my Lord. I am not good at speaking and I just spoke nonsense."
Song Youan, on the other hand, was like a strong pine tree in the wind and snow, standing proudly without breaking or bending, with an indifferent feeling of indescribable grievance.
He Jiang was wearing a green brocade robe and a white jade belt around his waist. He put his hands behind his back and sighed, "If you are seriously injured, you should lie down. Why are you still walking around?"