Master Fu's slave

Although the firewood house is not cold and damp, it is still an uninhabitable environment. It is surrounded by piles of wood and grass stalks for daily use. The dust can be seen with the naked eye. The corners of the walls are covered with large and small cobwebs. The only place to stay is the A block of wood that can be used as a bed board.

Yang San brought a layer of bedding with him when he came. He swept the dust off the wooden block with a broom in the corner, knelt down and spread the bedding on the wooden block, barely making a bed that could sleep on.

Yang San lay down with his head up, staring at the top of the woodshed, feeling bored for a while, took out from his bosom a purse made of red thread and gold thread that was rarely seen on servants, and looked at it silently.

The corners of the money bag show obvious signs of wear and tear, and the gold thread on the fabric has lost its former luster. It is not difficult to see that this is an old thing.

The purse was empty, without any common things inside, Yang San kept it by his side, not wanting to use it, but remembering it.

This money bag reminded him every moment of the unshakable position of the Third Young Master in his heart.

The third young master is not only the person he admires and regards as a god, but also his savior.

The story is also clichéd, but it is that famine was everywhere in the north that year, Yang San was full of chivalry and gave all his money to help, how could he have expected that the plague would come with the famine, he and the others traveled so far, encountered many difficulties on the way, even He practiced martial arts when he was young, and the hunger he hadn't eaten for a long time had already made him skinny. The breath he held on for a long time was almost broken before he entered the capital. If he hadn't met Fu Yunxi, his life would have died at that time. it's over.

God has set that he and Fu Yunxi will meet each other eventually, let Fu Yunxi occupy his heart arbitrarily day after day and year after year, he believes that this is his destiny.People in Jianghu pay the most attention to repaying their kindness. Fu Yunxi saved his life, so he would pay his life for another life. He had already handed over the rest of his life to the third young master.

At the beginning, he only thought that his passion was nothing more than a feeling of salvation, and he could not repay him. He survived by relying on the bag of silver taels given by Fu Sanshao, and secretly protected Fu Sanshao.However, when he faced invitations from people in the world, and even the olive branch from the Wulin League, he suddenly realized that he had already taken root in the capital, and he could not let Fu Yunxi disappear from his sight.

The strange emotion told him that what he wanted to do was not just to repay his favor, but also to have more unexplained feelings.

This place of peace of mind is my hometown.Where Fu Yunxi is, he can live.

Yang San spent a lot of time exploring and verifying this emotion that cannot be tolerated by the world. He was born to do things to promote justice. He is a righteous person and a hero. Such emotions are crooked after all, but He couldn't hold it back, it was like drinking a drug, he had an addiction, there was no way to explain it, and he couldn't escape.

Over time, Yang San couldn't get rid of this thought, so he had to accept this kind of himself.

The obsession is nothing more than that, it's not that he doesn't want anything from Fu Yunxi, being by Fu Sanshao's side is his strongest delusion.

Once a person has delusions, enters ignorance, and is possessed by a demon, he will be locked up for his whole life.

"Yang San, are you asleep?"

Just as Yang San fell into delusions, the voice of the little maid came from outside the chaifang door.Yang San got up and replied: "No. What's the matter, girl?"

The little maid lowered her voice a little and said, "The kitchen asked me to bring you dinner."

Hearing this remark, Yang San felt very surprised, obviously he was still in the punishment period, how could he be treated like this?Although he was full of doubts, Yang San went to open the door, and sure enough, he saw the little maid waiting at the door with food, so he hurriedly took the food and held it in his hands.

The little maid winked at him and said, "It's still warm."

Yang San still had doubts, but what he blurted out was still about Fu Sanshao, "Third Young Master...has he applied the medicine properly?"

The little maid said with a bitter face: "The medicine is applied, but the third young master has always disliked me and Sister Qinghe's bad manners. Sister Qinghe took advantage of the situation and said a few words about you in front of the third young master, isn't it, the third young master specially entrusted you I'm here to bring you food."

Yang San was shocked, a little unbelievable, but then he thought of Fu Sanshao's character, and then lowered his eyelids, and unconsciously a green smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little maid had never seen Yang San showing such an expression, covering her mouth and widening her eyes, unable to speak for a while.

The most heart-stirring thing is the iron man twisting his fingers, the little girl felt the heart beating violently in her chest, she hurriedly turned her face away, let the cool wind blow on her hot face, and gradually interrupted the fleeting unbearable thoughts.

Seeing the little maid's surprised behavior, Yang San suppressed the smile on his lips, and said bluntly: "Thank you, and also thank Qing He for me."

Before the little maid came back to her senses, she saw Yang San turn around and enter the house. She hastily added a few words: "Just put the dishes in front of the house after the meal. I'll clean it up tomorrow morning. You don't need the third young master's medicine." I'm worried, Sister Qinghe and I will keep an eye on it. And... and... the third young master is only angry for a while, and when the third young master's anger subsides, you will come out."

Yang San said "Yes", said goodbye to the little maid, and closed the door of the firewood room again.

His current expression is no longer suitable for meeting anyone, the smile at the beginning has faded, but his heart is still warm.Obviously the person who punished him to come to the firewood room to face the wall and think about his mistakes was the third young master, but it was also the third young master who made his heart so happy.

His third young master is still his third young master.

Even after encountering such a painful thing, the warmth in Fu Sanshao's heart is still there.

Fu Sanshao couldn't vent his anger to Cheng Wanfei, but he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, so he vented his anger on his inappropriate words and deeds.

The kick that kicked him didn't hurt at all, not only because he was a martial arts practitioner with rough skin and thick flesh, the moment he lifted his foot, he knew that the third young master was afraid that he would really hurt him and restrained his strength.

The decision to punish him to the woodshed is not serious. If other servants in the mansion act like him, they will definitely suffer the crime of cutting their tongues. Besides, his third young master is so soft-hearted that he can't even starve him for a meal. .

There are always people in the family who think that the third young master is wayward and charming, often domineering, and will restrain himself a lot in front of outsiders.But if a person keeps showing people with two sides, there must be some flaws. If things go on like this, people will quickly see, but the capital's reputation for Fu Sanshao is far more than that of a dude. This fully shows that his third young master , is the real Mr. Pianpian, the real beloved.

There were no tables and chairs in the firewood room, so Yang San put the food on the floor and ate in a squatting position.

Obviously it is the most common meal prepared for the servants, but it is a feast of delicacies in the mouth.No, not even a feast of delicacies can compare to it.

Yang San laughed again, so that his nostrils felt a little sore, warm and sad emotions lingered in his blood, flowing slowly.