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

There was a feeling of anger in the hurried steps under his feet.

The young servant followed behind his master loudly, wiping away the cold sweat dripping from his face.It was noon, the sun-baked dough was burning hot, and the sweltering heat even the occasional wind made the noise unbearable.

"My lord, that's not the way back to the house."

He lowered his head and felt that something was wrong, the servant hurriedly took two steps forward, and braved the heart of being stared at by his master.

After a pause, a blush flashed across Feng Ze's face.

——Isn’t it okay for the master to take whichever way he wants to go back to the house?Even if I go around a few more times and go back to the house, I am still happy!

He won't admit that he doesn't remember the way back home!

He glared at the young man coldly, but the young man stroked the back of his head and let out a silly laugh, took an extra step with a bit of winking, turned sideways and carefully led the way ahead.

"Humph."

Seeing the boy's sweat-drenched coarse clothes, Feng Ze raised his eyebrows, opened the folding fan and fanned the wind, walking leisurely like Mr. Ruyu walking under the scorching sun, causing many shy eyes from all around They voted one after another.

——Even if the master doesn't know the way, how can the demeanor of the master be comparable to ordinary people like you?Humph, stupid vulgar!

Seeing that his master was not only not angry, but also exuded an inexplicable air of complacency and showing off his might, the little servant Zhang Er "led" him all the way back to the Fengfu without knowing it.

"Young master, you are back!"

As soon as Fang stepped into the mansion, the middle-aged steward trotted up to greet her with a belly as big as seven months pregnant.

Feng Ze: "Stop!"

"Hey!" The steward responded, walking steadily, his stomach trembling in mid-air as if about to fall.

Feng Ze sighed and couldn't help but touch his forehead.

How could there be such a sharp-eyed servant in the master's mansion!

"After all, what happened in the mansion that made you wait at the door for Master to come back so anxiously?"

Feng Ze walked towards the hall step by step, the steward hesitated for a moment, and then slowly followed after making sure that he was about five steps away from the master.

"Master, do you still remember that Shuang'er who was imprisoned in the firewood room three days ago..." the housekeeper drooped his ears and laughed bitterly, "His father was sent to the hospital for treatment a month ago, and he returned home this morning to hear that his son He was imprisoned in the woodshed, and on impulse, he smashed the servant guarding the woodshed with a hammer..."

drink!When did the sick father who the protagonist suffers from become so domineering? !

Feng Ze, who almost forgot about this role, said... Sure enough, the halo received by the protagonist is strong enough to shine on the passerby's father?

With his eyes fixed, Feng Ze entered the hall and stopped in his tracks: "He was taken out?"

The steward wiped the sweat off his face, smiled, and said wryly, "How can that be, the old father of Shuang'er just took advantage of the guard servant's inattention for a while, and then the other servants used some tricks." Control it. It’s just that this incident caused a lot of trouble later, seeing his father suffered a lot, he lost his temper for a while in the woodshed, and now he is arguing that he wants to see you..."

"Little Shuang'er is angry?" Feng Ze turned around and asked with a slight arc on his mouth.

"That's not it." Unable to figure out what the master thinks about the little Shuang'er, the steward asked tentatively, "My lord, do you want to see that Shuang'er? This person has been imprisoned for three days..."

"Heh, you can't learn to be honest after being locked up for three days." With a cold snort, Feng Ze sat on the main seat in the hall, his eyes were calm, "Did you find out what I ordered you the day before yesterday?"

Hearing this, the steward hurriedly bent over and said, "I've found out."

"Say." Feng Ze raised his chin.

"Then Zhao San is originally from Zhaojiabu, and he has no marriage. Moreover, the old slave sent people to find 20 taels of silver in the grass in the back garden. If it is correct, it seems that these silver taels were stolen by Zhao San's mouth. What are the gold and silver things..."

"What a good Zhao San." The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, vaguely remembering the crooked appearance of that yellow-faced servant, Feng Ze thought that it was strangely unfamiliar.

Isn't that the sneaky servant I saw in the back garden that night?It's just that the moon was dark and the wind was high that night, so I didn't see it carefully.

"My lord, what do you think we should do with this man?" the steward raised his eyes cautiously and asked.

Feng Ze smiled: "Since the plot is on the master's head, what else can I do?"

The steward swallowed, not daring to speak.

"Find a reason to send them away, Feng Mansion can't keep such a bold slave." Tapping the back of the chair with his fingertips, a cold light flashed in Feng Ze's eyes, "Tianshui Town can't keep it either."

"The old slave understands, so I ordered my servants to drive him out of the mansion." Hearing this, the steward responded sternly, but then asked for instructions, "I just don't know what to do with the pair...but I want the old slave to come along with you." Drive out of the house?"

"No need." Feng Ze didn't dare to drive the protagonist Shou out of Fengfu just like that, it would be troublesome if he was hated.

Frowning lightly and then loosening, after pondering for a while, Feng Ze curled up his fingers, and ordered unhurriedly: "Go and tidy up a room in the backyard for their father and son, if the little pair is willing to stay, then stay, if not If you don’t want to, give him 50 taels of silver..."

Left and right give the protagonist the right to choose, whether to go or stay without forcing him.

That's it, you shouldn't hate yourself anymore, right?

The well-intentioned data selection said that the protagonist Gong can't be given to Shen Nianyuan until he is sure whether it is that person, so it's up to him to choose, I just hope you are good, everyone is good, okay?

If Gu Yue is really that person, then he can only be allowed to be selfish for a while.

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When they returned to the main house, Yiliu and the maids saw Feng Ze's tired face, so they handed over the hot tea prepared earlier in the morning, and put the ice basin in the room.

After drinking the tea, the coolness of the ice basin has not dissipated, and the heat on his body can't be lowered, so Feng Ze felt that his body was extremely hot and sticky at this moment.

"Prepare hot water, I want to take a bath."

Close your eyes and order to go on, less than half a cup of tea time, the servants will get everything ready.

Because Feng Ze didn't like to be attended to when taking a bath, Yiliu tested the water temperature, carefully put the clean handkerchief and clothes aside, and led the maids out of the room.

There was hot air in the wooden barrel, and after removing the sticky and sweaty robe, he strode into the steaming hot water with long legs, and Feng Ze sighed contentedly.After walking for a long time, this pampered body was too tired to move.

Soaking in a wooden barrel, let the hot water wash and infiltrate every part of the body, with such enjoyment, life is simply not too comfortable!

Sighing, Feng Ze raised his neck slightly, his eyes narrowed comfortably, his delicate face looked like a cat that had been groomed for a moment, and there was a little proud look of disdain in his laziness.

There was a knock on the door for a moment, and the sound was so soft that it was almost ignored.

Gu Yue walked steadily, and walked around behind the screen with a bucket of hot water in his hand, his deep and calm eyes couldn't help but dim for a moment, and there was a flash of turbulent emotion in the depths of his eyes.

Contrary to the tall and straight figure when he was wearing clothes, the young man who is sitting naked in the water at this moment has three thousand black hair casually coiled behind his head, and his white and slender neck is exposed to the air. Under the steam, his skin becomes more delicate White and tender, flawlessly like the best warm and beautiful jade, the snow is thick and fat, and the brilliance is extremely prosperous.

Throat tightened, Gu Yue felt a pain in his lower body, and his footsteps after crossing the screen paused slightly, making a slight sound that was neither light nor heavy.

Feng Ze was startled: "Who?!"

He turned sideways slightly, with a little panic on his delicate and beautiful eyebrows, and hazy and uneasy eyes shimmering with waves under the steaming heat.

Gu Yueshang couldn't help but take a step forward and got closer.

Feng Ze called to stop, staring and said: "Who let you in!"

"My injury is no longer a hindrance," Gu Yue said in a deep voice, "I can serve you."

"I don't want anyone to wait on you! Get out!" With reddened ears, Feng Ze avoided Gu Yue's slightly aggressive black eyes, and only shouted at the door, "Yi Liu!"

"Don't shout." Gu Yue's body froze, he put down the hot water bucket in his hand, and said in a muffled voice, "They were acupointed by me."

Feng Ze: "..." You are amazing in martial arts!

Staring at the expressionless man, Feng Ze bit his lip, and after a while, he was the first to lose.

——No way, who made him always be too soft-hearted towards this person.

"Rub my back!" Said angrily, Feng Ze lay on the edge of the barrel, covering his pink cheeks that were steamed by water, revealing the white and graceful curve of his back.

It was the first time for Gu Yue to serve Feng Ze to take a bath. When he was close to the edge of the barrel, he held a wet handkerchief, his arms tensed up uncontrollably, and he looked down little by little.

The body of the young man who had taken off his clothes looked a little thinner at this moment. His long black hair, which was coiled behind his head, fell loosely to his shoulders at some point, and strands of wet and curled hair lay out like seaweed on the water surface. When it opens, it is like splashing ink, floating and swimming away.

Under the cover of the clear water, Gu Yue could vaguely see through the surface of the water the straight and slender long legs curled up under the water...

The heat was so steaming that even his vision was blurred, he carefully stretched out his hands to press the young man's shoulders and necks, the delicate suet jade-like touch of his hands made him pause, and then began to scrub gently and just right.

Lying on the edge of the wall, the tired Feng Ze unconsciously closed his eyes.

"A little bit to the left, um, go down." He directed in a lazy voice.

I don't know if it's because of the mist, but the young man's usually clear voice mixed with a bit of coldness now has a hoarse and sweet gentleness.

Gu Yue's eyes were calm, as if in a daze, he stroked the delicate spine with his rough thumb, and slowly moved down along the bone line.

The callused thumb brushed across the spine, Feng Ze felt a dense itching rise from his heart, his eyes slightly opened, he trembled slightly, and annoyed: "Gu Yue!"

Hearing Feng Ze's voice, Gu Yue ticked his fingers calmly and put them back.

Feng Ze turned his head to look at him, and looked into the bottomless starry eyes at a glance. Through the mist, he only saw the man's cold and hard face with no extra expression.

Looking at each other for a while, Feng Ze closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and fainted shadows under the eyelids: "Go out, I want to change."

"I'll change your clothes for you."