Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

"Bang—bang, bang, bang! The sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of the candles!" The watchman called the fourth watch along the street, and the old voice came into the courtyard from the wall of the backyard.

Feng Ze stood at the door of the servant's room, and behind him was a servant with a lantern, guarding respectfully.

Beside him, the sallow-faced servant was hunched over, his face full of flattery and flattery.

"My lord, it's inside!" Pointing to the dilapidated wooden door that Feng Ze looked at, the servant cursed a few times, winked and said, "That little Shuang'er dares to hide his identity and work in the Feng mansion, little I thought that his background was pitiful and he didn't want to expose it in public, but who knew, who knew that he..." As he spoke, the servant with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes suddenly became agitated, and a few tears came out of his eyes, "That's the little one who spent so many years saving to marry him. Daughter-in-law's capital, son, you must make the decision for the little one today!"

Crying like a clown on a stage.

"Noisy."

Feng Ze gave him a cold look, showing a trace of disgust.

Looking at each other, the yellow-faced servant choked, his voice gradually lowered, he shrank his neck awkwardly, and dared not speak.

The place where the servants lived was dirty, and a flat piece of land beside the wooden door had been turned into a field, which seemed to be freshly watered manure, exuding a foul smell.

Feng Ze smelled the disgusting smell, and was stunned for the first time.

——So, why did he come out at night to seek guilt?Even if it's going to be a plot, wouldn't it be good to wait until dawn?

What he thought was a quick battle, Feng Ze was about to let the boy step forward to smash the door.But before the boy beat the door, the people in the room opened the door first.

Shen Nianyuan stood by the door, holding a basin in his hand as if about to pour water.The light powder on his forehead has been wiped off long ago, clearly revealing the lotus print that is three points more gorgeous than in the daytime.

The yellow-faced and wretched servant stared at the lotus seal, his heart was full of excitement and trembling, and his voice was shrill: "My lord, look, it's him. There is a lotus seal on his forehead. He is a pair! What the little one said is absolutely true!" He even stole my silver, my lord, this villain's mansion must not tolerate it..."

"When did I ever steal your money—" Shen Nianyuan retorted subconsciously.

But after his staring gaze fell on Feng Ze and the other lamp-carrying servants around him, his eyes gradually widened.

Taking two steps back in panic, but not wanting to be tripped by the gate, the bowl in Shen Nianyuan's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", making a "buzzing" sound.

Water poured out of the basin, and diffused into the air with a faint smell of blood.

"My lord, that basin is full of blood." The young man who had trained in martial arts gasped and said in surprise.

blood?

Regardless of the obstruction of his servants, Feng Ze stepped into Shen Nianyuan and pulled him up from the ground.

"You are hurt?"

Looking down carefully at Xiao Shuang'er's washed and worn-out coarse cloth shirt, he didn't find any trace of a wound, Feng Ze was relieved, thinking that the protagonist Shou must not have any accidents in his house, otherwise, In the future, those old debts may be deducted to whom...

"My lord, what are you... What are you doing..." The handsome young man looked at him back and forth, even through his clothes, Shen Nianyuan felt more and more ashamed in his heart.

His pale face was stained with a thin blush, his moist eyes were drooping, and his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to look up at the person in front of him.

Her long hair was blown by the night wind, and her bangs on her forehead blurred her vision.

Relieved, Feng Ze stared at the bloody water stains on the ground, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Little Shuang'er, I think I might regret that I gave you three days to think about it." Touching his smooth chin, Feng Ze's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, with seven points of inquiry in his eyes.

Hearing this, Shen Nianyuan raised his head in shock: "My lord! One cannot be dishonest!"

"When did the Lord break his word? So excited, huh?" With a soft snort, Feng Ze turned his hand and raised Shen Nianyuan's chin domineeringly, his dark eyes were full of darkness, "Then you explain, then How did the bloody water come from? Master, listen."

"That... that is..." Shen Nian faltered, unable to explain why for a long while.

Sure enough...

The phoenix eyes were lightly opened, and he lowered his head and let out a breath on the tip of Xiao Shuang'er's nose. Feng Ze's slightly cool fingertips slowly touched Shen Nianyuan's eyebrows, and gently touched the bright lotus mark. He said softly: "Xiao Shuang'er, the more you can't say it, the more curious you are about what you are hiding in this dilapidated house..."

"In the room, there is nothing in the room." With a trembling voice, Shen Nianyuan shook his head.

"Then let Master go in and take a look..." Feng Ze said.

"No, I can't." Shen Nianyuan bit his lips lightly, quietly staring at the person in front of him, blocking the door without taking half a step back.

"No?" The corner of his lips curled up, Feng Ze's eyes were full of coldness, "In Tianshui Town, no one dares to say no to the Lord."

Lifting his chin, a servant stepped forward and violently pulled Shen Nianyuan's body away from the door.

Seeing this, Feng Ze frowned but didn't stop it.

The yellow-faced servant was the most proud at this moment, he stooped forward and walked forward, his eyes shone fiercely, and he was about to hit Shen Nianyuan's cheek with his hand.

Feng Ze stood by the door, when he saw this, he suddenly became angry.

The protagonist Shou is an existence that even he has to be treated with care, you cannon fodder, if you want to provoke him, don't you do it in the master's place?

Recalling that in the memory of the original body, it was this person who led him to expose Shen Nianyuan's identity, which led to the enmity between the two, Feng Ze was filled with unhappiness and strong disgust.

A stern look flashed in his eyes, and he kicked mercilessly when he lifted his foot.

It's all a bad breath for the original body.

The yellow-faced servant was kicked to the ground, clutching his heart and yelling "Ouch".

"Gag his mouth." Feng Ze ignored his clown rolling for a long time, and said softly, "Take him to the woodshed and lock him up, as well as him."

Taking a sideways glance at Shen Nianyuan, who was hanging his head and saying nothing, Feng Ze added another sentence: "Close the two rooms."

After that, he turned around and stepped into the house without looking back.

The dilapidated servant's room was tidied fairly clean by the master, there was an oil lamp shining, and a few dark red cloth towels were placed beside it.

The hoarse panting sound came into his ears, Feng Ze turned sideways, and saw a tall figure curled up by the dark corner of the wall.

The corner of the wall was probably damp and damp all the year round, the walls were covered with mold, and the smell was not pleasant.

The man just leaned heavily on the slippery moss, breathing heavily like a broken bellows.

Most of his clothes were torn, filthy and foul-smelling dirt was sticky on his shoulders, his exposed upper body was covered with dark and purple mottled scars, there was a long and slender gash with red and white flesh turned outwards, and blood rolled out When it fell to the ground, a small pool of dark blood dripped out.

With his arms folded around his chest in a defensive gesture, the man's dirty long hair was sloppily covered in front of his body, making it impossible to see his face and his expression.

It was such an extremely bleak appearance that made Feng Ze feel strangely familiar.

Licking the corners of his dry lips, Feng Ze squinted his eyes and squatted down, watching this half-dead man who was about to reach out to brush his long hair that covered his face.

"Snapped--!"

There were eye-catching fingerprints on the back of the white hand, and the man's hand firmly clasped Feng Xuan's wrist. A pair of eagle eyes as deep as ink, as sharp as a blood-soaked knife, pierced through the messy hair and firmly nailed to him. face.

Cold, ruthless, defensive, encroaching, and there is a bloody smell that is so strong that it reaches the pavement.

Feng Ze pursed his lips tightly, his heart was cold.