Master Fu's slave

Seeing Cheng Wanfei, Fu Yunxi tossed and turned, worries entangled in his heart, which made him sleepless all night, and slept very lightly.When the eldest maidservant brought him washing water in the morning, although his sleepiness subsided, his head still had a faint pain.

Qinghe has been with Fu Sanshao since she was a child, and when she saw Fu Sanshao's handsome eyebrows frowned and thin lips slightly pursed, she knew he was suffering from a headache again, and asked in a low voice: "Third Young Master, do you need a servant to help me?" Do you press?"

Fu Yunxi stretched out his hands and began to wash, the warm water soaked his face, which made him a little more awake.Even if it was a personal servant girl, he didn't want people to pay too much attention to the horrible marks on his face.

Thinking of this, Fu Yunxi thought of Yang San, and asked, "Where's Yang San?"

Qinghe lowered her head and replied softly: "It's still in the woodshed."

Fu Yunxi frowned even more, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Call him out, just say that I have a headache."

Qinghe responded, and after serving Fu Sanshao to wash up, she went to the firewood room and brought Yang San out.

Yang San heard that the third young master had a headache, so he knew that Fu Sanshao must have not slept well last night, so he stepped more eagerly, and soon came to Fu Yunxi.

Fu Yunxi was closing his eyes to rest his mind, his brows were still tangled, Yang San's heart twitched, and he felt a little pain from the third young master's headache.

"Grandpa, let the little one press the button for you."

Fu Yunxi felt quite relieved by Yang San's low eyebrows, so he deliberately changed to a comfortable lying position, and hooked his hands at Yang San.

Yang San stared at the slender hand with five fingers, which looked like green onions and white jade, like the tips of new shoots after the rain, which captivated his heart and soul.He took a seat on the side of Fu Sanshao's bed, said something offensive in a low voice, and then lifted the curtain of Fu Sanshao's hair, and his rough and calloused fingertips fell on Fu Yunxi's temple.

Fu Yunxi wrinkled her nose, opened her eyes in dissatisfaction and gave Yang San a look at the knife, "Your servant's hands are really rough."

Yang San paused, quietly trying to move his hand away, but froze in place in embarrassment.

"Stop why stop? I'm not a young girl with delicate skin and tender flesh. You can press it comfortably for me, and that's it." Fu Sanshao's red lips parted slightly, and the hoarseness of just waking up was lingering in his voice. , accompanied by the always arrogant voice of the third young master, it reached Yang San's ear sockets, adding a sense of arrogance and coquettishness.

Yang San's throat tightened, his brows softened unconsciously, and his fingertips began to be pressed softly and forcefully, and said softly to Fu Sanshao: "I don't dislike the little ones."

Fu Yunxi snorted softly, closed his eyes again, and said, "Don't forget that you are still being punished, give me more strength."

Yang San gave a "hmm" and carefully looked at the red spot on Fu Yunxi's right cheek.I don't know if it's because of these erythemas that I have to face every day. He just felt that these erythemas were not as unacceptable as they were at the beginning. Looking at them now, he felt that these erythemas could not cover up the third young master. He is so handsome, the third young master with this red spot, even if there are other beautiful men in this world, he is still incomparable.

"Recently...has anything new happened in the house?" Fu Yunxi asked.

Yang San replied: "The Eldest Young Master won another commendation from the court, and the Master is still negotiating in Yunzhou. Other than that, the mansion is no different from the old days."

Yang San deliberately avoided the most lively event in the mansion, which was to organize the wedding of the second young master and the daughter of the Xiangfu, Cheng Wanfei.Even if he doesn't say it, the third young master understands that as long as he doesn't say it, at least the third young master won't show his anger like yesterday.

Fu Sanshao sneered: "You servant, it's so rigid to ask you to tell a few interesting things. I really don't know which girl would like you."

Yang Sandao: "Master, I just want to serve you for the rest of my life."

Everyone likes to hear some thoughtful words, and Fu Yunxi is no exception.Hearing what Yang San said, he was happy from the bottom of his heart, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"That's right. You servant has never understood romance, and I have never seen you with other expressions. You are really boring." Although Fu Yunxi said so, he liked Yang San like this .What master doesn't like a servant as loyal as a dog?

Yang Sanqian replied: "It's a little boring, and I can't make grandpa happy."

Fu Yunxi sneered, turned his eyes away, and stared at Yang San with those starry eyes, "It's not your fault. Who can be happy when this happens?"

Yang San was stunned, and quickly said: "It's the little clumsy mouth, which offended the third young master."

Fu Yunxi snorted again, "There are four seasons in a year. I can enjoy spring and autumn, but I can't survive summer and winter?"

Hearing Fu Sanshao's joke, Yang San immediately became overjoyed. Doesn't this mean that the wound on the apex of his third young master's heart has healed at least a little.

Fu Yunxi stared at Yang San unexpectedly, "You servant, it's not that you don't have other emotions. It's true that you look stupid in a daze, but at this moment, your relaxed expression is a bit like a dog."

Yang San stopped what he was doing, touched his face, "It's the third young master's praise."

Fu Sanshao suddenly burned his face, and said angrily: "You servant, how did you know that the young master is praising you! Why did you stop your movements? Let me continue to press! Do you still want to go to that firewood room to stay for a while?" one night?"

Yang San quickly moved his hands again, and responded to the flushed Fu Sanshao with a soft tone, "Master, I don't want to. I just want to be by your side."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Fu Sanshao closed his eyes angrily, and turned his head to the side.

Yang San accepted it willingly, changed his position, and continued to press the third young master's temple.

Maybe Fu Yunxi didn't sleep well last night, or maybe Yang San pressed too comfortably.In just a few moments, Fu Yunxi fell into a dream again.

He had a dream. The scenery in the dream was covered with snow, and the city was covered with snow, just in the midst of winter.He wore a fox fur coat specially made by his mother for him, wrapping himself tightly.Yang San was standing by his side, carrying the snacks from the street for him, and holding the stove in his hand, it was so warm that he didn't feel the cold at all.

Even though it was the season when he was most afraid of the cold and disliked the most, he felt bursts of warmth in the icy and snowy world.

He and Yang San were walking on the way home, and he was talking happily, Yang San was still the same as before, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, acting like a servant, smiling, listening to him, not good at words From his mouth, only a few words popped out occasionally.

This dream is so strange, there is no troublemaker, no Cheng Wanfei, no second brother, no red spots on the face, no unpalatable soup, only the warmth in the heart.

He even thought that it would be great if every day and night were like this, living a normal life without any waves.