The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

During the dog days of summer, even the coolest mat was heated to the scorching heat. The young master could not stand the heat. Even with his clothes open, he could not endure the scorching heat. He felt tired and had no strength. Even the food was too hot and he had no appetite.

Seeing that the young master was feeling uncomfortable due to the heat, Xue He fetched some cold water from the well, soaked a piece of cloth in it, and wiped the young master's hands over and over again to cool him down.

In fact, the silly young master wanted to take a cold shower, soaking directly in the water, which was the best way to cool down. But the farmhand refused to let him do it no matter what. He even refused to let him eat his own food.

The foolish young master was at a loss as to what to do and could only lie on the couch and lean on the cool towel to absorb the heat from his body.

"Master, Auntie made some cold noodles, please try it." The door was pushed open and Yue Niang came in with some cold noodles.

Xue He quickly gathered the young master's clothes, took out the cloth warmed by body temperature, and soaked it in the wooden basin.

"Wait a minute." The silly young master was greedy for coolness and lazy, so he lay there without moving. He opened one eye and took a look, trying to stimulate his appetite, but he finally cooled down and really didn't want to move.

There was another person in the room, and Yue Niang didn't feel comfortable staying there any longer, so she smiled and put the cold noodles aside, saying, "Young master, remember to eat them later," and left.

Before leaving, Yue Niang glanced at the tall and strong farmhand in her house and felt annoyed.

Since Mrs. You was away these days, she had become much more relaxed and didn't pay much attention to many things happening in the East Wing.

The work that she was originally responsible for naturally fell into the hands of others. She was originally happy to have a leisurely life, but now the silly young master asked Xue He to do everything, and she was excluded.

If this continues, and the silly young master doesn't listen to her...what will happen next?

Thinking of another leech attached to her body and sucking her blood, Yue Niang felt a headache.

Fortunately, Wang Quezi was cheated that day and the medicine he bought was fake, so she escaped the disaster. However, Shi Ping was a guy who was even more ruthless and money-making than Wang Quzi.

He was able to join forces with me to force Wang Cuzi into the well by accident for a sum of money, but he would also betray her without mercy one day in the future.

How can she get rid of this Shi Ping?

With a lot on her mind that she couldn't relieve, Yue Niang pursed her lips and clenched her fists, intending to leave the yard to first take a look at the village's arrangements for Wang Cuzi's funeral.

Don't leave anything important behind...

In the room, after just a short while, the silly young master felt so hot again that he rubbed his clothes up, revealing a large area of ​​skin on his back.

The farmhands' skin was tanned because of days of hard work, doing all kinds of odd jobs under the scorching summer sun.

When he placed his palm on the young master's waist, the difference in skin color became apparent.

This strong contrast reminded the farmhand of the night when he lost his mind. The young master's skin was very delicate, and it was obvious that he had been carefully cared for since he was a child. Red marks appeared easily on his body...

"hot!"

The silly young master had no idea of ​​the farmhand's thoughts and just stepped back to avoid the farmhand's hot hands.

"The temperature near the pond in the mountains will be lower. Do you want to go there? You can also catch some fish and have grilled fish in the evening." Even in the hot summer, it is not good to soak directly in cold water. Besides, the young master's body still needs to be warmed up, so he can't be careless.

Seeing that the young master was really suffering from the heat, Xue He thought of a relatively cool place.

"Fish? Go!"

When he heard there was something fun to do, the silly young master immediately got excited, propped up his arms and turned around to confirm.

Xue He lowered his head and glanced sideways out the window. After confirming that there was no one around, he placed some light and delicate kisses on the young master's curved back with his thin lips, and then pulled the man's clothes down and fastened them.

"Eat your meal first, Master."

"…oh"

The midsummer sky was unusually clear, with clusters of floating clouds hanging on the azure background. The bright sunlight illuminated the flourishing branches and leaves of the old trees, making them look as green as emerald green.

Xue He held a paper umbrella for the young master. The umbrella had not been painted with tung oil yet, so it didn't let in much light and didn't block rain, but it could block the glare from the sun.

Walk through a few scattered mud-tile houses, down the stone-paved steps, and along the dirt path in the fields.

As we walked towards the foot of the mountain, the temperature slowly dropped until we reached the gurgling spring pool. We scooped up a handful of clear spring water and poured it on our sweaty cheeks and neck. Only then did we feel the quietness and stillness of the deep mountains.

After taking off his shoes and sitting on the boulders beside the pool, the silly young master kicked the water, watching the splashes rise and fall, and he felt much better.

Xue He rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs and went into the water to cool off.

"Young master, be careful and sit tight." Seeing that the young master was sitting unsteadily, the farmhand waded over to help him sit up, fearing that he might slip off the smooth pebbles and bump into things.

"Wow!"

His calves created a splash of water that splashed towards Xue He, soaking the grey short-sleeved shirt he was wearing.

Drops of water dripped down his shirt and soaked his trousers. The farmhand was not angry. He just wiped his face, moved over and grabbed the young master's legs, which he kept teasing and making trouble.

"Master, don't fall."

The feeling of being imprisoned was very uncomfortable, and the silly young master reluctantly broke free from the farmhand's hand, retracted his ankles, sat on the stone with his knees hugged, and ordered the farmhand to work for him.

"fish"

"Okay, wait a moment, Master."

At the foot of the mountain, downstream of the small spring pond, this seldom visited area is bustling today, with two more people entering.

"Shi Ping, Wang Quezi is already buried, what do you want to do with this thing?"

The man's shirt was open, revealing a large area of ​​his chest. He was fanning himself with a folding fan with frayed edges, and his face was pretending to be a scholar.

He looked Yue Niang up and down with a grin, his eyes were exposed, and his smile was cunning: "Nothing, Yue Niang, I'll get rid of the person for you, what do you say? How about accompanying me once?"

Facing Shi Ping's unfriendly look, Yue Niang frowned and took a few steps back, raising her hands to protect her chest. She was extremely disgusted in her heart, but because they had something on each other, she had to pretend to be nice.

"Shi Ping, I told you that we can't get too close recently. Even though people are at the temple fair, there's no guarantee... You should be careful," Yue Niang also reminded in a low voice.

She originally went out to find out the situation and see if Wang Quezi's place was safe.

Even though the villagers attributed Wang Cuzi's death to falling into a well while drunk at night, she still had done something wrong and felt uneasy.

"Don't worry, there can't be any mistakes. Even if they really guessed something, the evidence is in my hands!" Shi Ping shook the folded paper in his other hand.

Inside is the transaction document that Wang Quezi signed when he agreed to sell Yue Niang to him.

Yue Niang was good-looking, so Wang Quezi refused to give in and extorted a lot of silver from her. Fortunately, Yue Niang was sensible. Although she didn't get the money yet, she helped him get it back, so it wasn't a loss.

"Just tell me straight, what do you want me to do? I should go back." Looking at the paper, Yue Niang's face did not look good, her lips were pursed into a line, and after a pause, she asked.

Shi Ping walked closer leisurely, closed his folding fan and lifted a strand of hair from Yue Niang's temples, and said with a careless smile: "Yue Niang, didn't I tell you? I miss you."

"These are all I have, take them!" Yue Niang was very annoyed by Shi Ping's behavior. She threw away Shi Ping's folding fan, gathered her hair, took out a few copper coins from her sleeve and threw them to Shi Ping.

Shi Ping squatted down and picked up the copper coins stuck in the grass one by one. He blew on them to brush off the dirt and grass leaves on them.

Standing up and carefully putting the copper coins back into his pocket, Shi Ping changed his face and asked arrogantly: "Are you trying to fool me? You give that cripple a few pieces of silver every month, and all you give me is these things?"

"...You also know that all my savings over the past few years were cheated away by Wang Cunzi. How can I have anything left? These are all I have! Don't give it back to me!" Yue Niang also had a bad face. When the other party got angry, she also stabbed him back.

"There is no reason to take back what has been given out, Yue Niang. You have no money, but your boss, that idiot and Madam You, must have a lot of private money, right?" Shi Ping spread out his folding fan and blocked it in front of him. His eyes turned shrewdly and he set his sights on the You family.