Master Fu's slave

Fu Yunxi knew very well that the decadence in this situation would only make her posture more ugly.However, the indelible pain on the apex of his heart always wore away his will bit by bit.

He was bedridden for more than half a month, and the abscesses on his right cheek caused by the poisonous powder ruptured and healed one by one, leaving a hard-to-heal erythema on his right cheek.

Although Yang San only came to this Fu's mansion in recent years, serving the third young master with all his heart, he was considerate in every detail, but he was willing to do anything about the third young master, whether it was hard work or hard work. Work hard, and now that Fu Yunxi has encountered this, he has taken care of him most decently.

Fu Yunxi's family is clear, and Yang Sandian is directly appointed as a servant.

Apart from Yang San, the one who put a lot of effort into Fu Yunxi's once famous face in the capital was Wan Ling, a young doctor from Medicine Valley.

Every once in a while, Medicine Valley will send out its children to travel around and hang pots to help the world.The timing of Wan Ling's appearance was ingenious, and the Medicine Valley was well-known. As soon as he arrived in the capital, his whereabouts were known to everyone, and the inn where he stayed was soon full of people who came to seek medical treatment.As for why Wan Ling stooped to go to Fu's mansion to treat Fu Sanshao's face, everyone in the Fu family was vague.

Seeing Wan Ling's face promising to save Fu Yunxi, the second lady almost tried her best to keep Wan Ling in Fu's residence.

Fu Yunxi has been bedridden for many days, and has long since lost the strength to argue with his mother. He has no objection to the arrangement of the second wife, and still lives step by step every day.

He used to be so happy with Cheng Wanfei, the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but now he will be so heartbroken.

The heart hidden in his chest was in such pain, how could the whole body, which was maintained by the heart, have the strength to bring him back to normal.

People in the world always hope that the things that hurt themselves can disappear with the wind. How can they expect that the wind will imprison themselves in a corner, and even lock themselves in this place, not to mention the moon is cloudy and sunny, and the wind is ever-changing. It is not easy to return to normal ?

Fu Yunxi simply tilted her body and half-lyed on the beauty's couch, holding a booklet and reading it carefully.

Wan Ling had lunch every day, and after noon, he handed the decocted internal medicine to Yang San who was standing unshakably in front of the third young master's house every day.

Yang San took the medicine today and bowed to Wan Ling as usual, Wan Ling showed a strange expression, shook his head lightly, gave some instructions, and turned to leave.

Before leaving, Wan Ling heard Yang San ask, "Doctor Wan, how long will it take?"

Wan Ling understood, turned to Yang San and said three words, "patience", "meditation" and "peace of mind", and left the third young master's courtyard without giving Yang San a chance to bow again.

Yang San took the bowl tray and walked towards Fu Sanshao's bedroom.

His footsteps were extremely light, but the sound of pushing the door still caught the attention of the third young master behind the screen, only to hear the third young master's slightly indifferent voice, "Is the medicine here?"

Yang San didn't say a word, and safely placed the porcelain bowl full of liquid medicine on the small tea table beside the beauty's couch.

Fu Yunxi glanced at Yang San, closed the booklet in his hand, and stared at the black liquid in the porcelain bowl with drooping eyelids.

Due to being bedridden for a long time, Fu Yunxi often shows off her hair, like ink black hair falling down between her clothes, a few strands of hair dangling, meeting the sunlight leaking in through the gaps of the half-closed window leaves, the golden light ripples , caught Yang San's eyes lingering.

Even though Yang San had been absent-mindedly observing for so long, the third young master still hadn't made any next move, and was still looking at the liquid medicine in the porcelain bowl.

Yang San knew that the third young master didn't like bitter taste the most, so he took out the prepared candied fruit from his pocket and put it next to the porcelain bowl, "My lord, I went to the Chengnan honey brocade shop to buy some candied fruit."

He also didn't mention that these candied fruits were just to relieve the bitter taste in the third young master's mouth after taking the medicine. Every time he handed over candied fruits of different types or from different shops, it was just for the third young master to have some fun.

Fu Yunxi is not a fool, how could he not know this slave's little thoughts.He stood up, reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl and drank the liquid medicine in one gulp, then quickly picked out a preserved fruit, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed.

"En." Fu Yunxi whispered, and the brows that were depressed from drinking the medicine just now were ironed.

Yang San stood on the side of the beauty's couch with his head down, because the third young master was sitting, and he was standing, even with his head bowed, he could see the subtle expressions of the third young master, as well as the open and closed, fresh and tender Red lips.

There was once a bold and unrestrained woman who said bluntly that if she could be kissed by the third young master, she would die without regret.

If those lips were kissed, they would definitely be soft and make the skin numb.

Yang San's eyes darkened, seeing the third young master stuffing another piece of preserved fruit into his mouth, he greedily looked at the third young master again.

That woman was a bit greedy after all. To him, being able to serve by Fu Sanshao's side and seeing scenes that no one else would ever see, in this life, he really has no regrets.

After drinking the medicine and eating the preserved fruit, Yang San cleaned up the dishes and turned to leave.

Perhaps the preserved fruit was too much to his liking, so Fu Yunxi was rarely in the mood to talk to someone, so he said to Yang San, "The new taste from Mijinpu is not bad, and the dried plums from last time..."

Yang San answered, "It's the signature preserved fruit of the time-honored Xu Ji."

Fu Yunxi nodded, and looked up at Yang San, his eyes sparkled with interest, "I didn't expect you, a slave, to be a foodie."

Yang San bowed slightly, not knowing how to answer this question.

He doesn't know what to eat and snacks, he just wants the third young master to be happy.

After being silent for a while, the atmosphere cooled down, Fu Yunxi said softly: "It's because of me."

After all, Fu Yunxi lowered his eyes, the sudden interest was suddenly withdrawn, and he lay back on the beauty's couch, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to Yang San: "Master is sleepy, go down."

Yang San looked up at him, took a thin blanket, and covered the third young master's lap, "Master, rest well, and the younger one will wait outside, if you need anything, just ask."

Fu Yunxi didn't move, his eyes were completely closed this time.

Yang San picked up the dishes again, left the house lightly, and closed the door for the third young master.

Waiting outside the door is the supervisor who manages the third young master's yard, and also Qinghe, the big maid who has been serving the third young master since he was a child.

Qing He took the dishes from Yang San's hands, and praised: "You still have a way to coax the third young master to drink the medicine so quickly."

Yang San was not good at talking to others, so he shook his head lightly.

Qinghe seemed to know Yang San's temperament, and didn't care about it at all, "I'll clean it up, remember to give the third young master medicine at night."

Naturally, taking medicine internally was not enough. Wan Ling specially prepared a box of ointment for external application and stored it in a cool place. When the sun went down, he had to apply medicine to the third young master's face.

Yang San nodded, "Please take care of the supervisor, the younger one will remember."

After finishing speaking, Yang San turned around and went to the outer room.

Looking at Yang San's tall and straight back, Qing He sighed.

The little maid next to her took the dishes from Qinghe's hand, and asked in confusion: "Sister Qinghe, why are you so polite to Yang San?"

Qing He said: "Others don't know why Dr. Wan came to treat the third young master's face, I know. This Yang San, I don't know where to get in touch. Knowing that Dr. Wan loves the plum wine in our capital, I found out the quality The excellent plum wine was entrusted to Dr. Wan and begged for a long time, finally Dr. Wan was moved by Yang San's sincerity and came to treat our young master."

The little servant girl was surprised, "So it came out like this..."

Qinghe added: "Don't listen to me, plum wine is not easy to find. Yang San is just a servant of the Fu family, but he is willing to give so much. I have been in the Fu residence for a long time. I have seen so many servants, but his sincerity to the third young master is unmatched."

Hearing Qing He's serious tone, the little girl immediately felt respectful to Yang San, and murmured: "The third young master's face will be healed."

Qing He nodded, she hoped so, just like Yang San hoped.