[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Since she broke up with Liu Yanqing, Zhao Yan hasn't given Liu Yanqing a good look for several days.

Liu Yanqing didn't mind it either, with his temperament, if his left cheek was hit, he would naturally put his right cheek closer.

Fortunately, the household affairs department is busy these days, and Liu Yanqing has no time to be Zhao Yan.

The Liu Mansion has recently recruited a new batch of servants.

This group of servants was stipulated that anyone who entered the front yard would be beaten to death with sticks once they were found out.

"I don't know what is hidden in the front yard of the Liu residence."

"I'm afraid it's Mrs. Liu who is a treasure in the golden house."

A group of servants in the back kitchen laughed.

Liu's mansion is huge, they are in the back kitchen, and there is a small door in and out of the mansion behind the hall.

Originally, there was almost no chance of getting close to the front yard, and with such rules, no one dared to set foot there.

"Wang Sheng, are you right?"

The tall young man who was helping the kitchen in the corner wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do your job well, why bother so much."

The servant next to him felt bored, so he stopped talking to him.

This Wang Sheng entered the mansion together with them, and looked at a well-built young man, but unfortunately his face was burnt beyond recognition, and even his voice was hoarse and ugly. According to him, he was disfigured by a previous fire. The throat is choking on smoke, and my left hand is not very good. I usually use my right hand for heavy work.

"Wang Sheng, the people from the front yard will come over to get some food later, and you take it out."

"it is good."

When the people from the front yard came, Wang Sheng stood up abruptly.

A girl named Ming Fang came from the front yard. She seemed to be frightened by his unrecognizable face, and said timidly, "Give me the food."

Wang Sheng said in a low voice, "This food is a bit heavy, I'll carry it for the girl."

Ming Fang didn't dare to refute, so she let him carry it.

The two walked one after the other. Wang Sheng's steps were steady and heavy, like someone who had practiced martial arts. He walked to a covered bridge, and he walked across the covered bridge to the front yard.Ming Fang whispered, "You can stop now."

The tall shadow in front of him paused, and his pace stopped.

Mingfang couldn't wait for Wang Sheng to hand over the altar to her, so she could only reach out to get it by herself. Wang Sheng's broad palm held on to the altar for a long time before he let go. Ming Fang staggered away from him with the altar in his arms.

Under the covered bridge is a lake of sparkling water.

There are weeping willows swaying in the wind on both sides of the water.

Wang Sheng stood under the bridge, like a statue nailed to the ground.

Until a figure appeared on the other side.

Wang Sheng stared at the shadow and didn't dare to miss his eyes. The blue muscles and bones on the back of his hand were protruding, and his mutilated left hand had no strength and was covered with scars.

Fu Bao said to Zhao Yan, "My lord, someone is looking at you."

Zhao Yan followed Fu Bao's direction and saw only a tall figure from the back.

Zhao Yan looked at that figure in confusion.

He felt a little familiar.

But can't remember where I've seen it.

"Who is he?"

Fu Bao said, "It's probably a new servant."

Zhao Yan said, "It doesn't look like a servant."

Fu Bao shook his head, "Young Master, you just need to take care of yourself, you don't need to worry about these things."

A few days later, when Zhao Yan was about to forget about that servant, she saw him again.

Or the covered bridge in the front yard.

Zhao Yan asked Fubao to cross the bridge and stop someone.

Fu Bao led the people across the bridge.

Wang Sheng saluted with his head bowed, Zhao Yan said, "Raise your head."

Wang Sheng's shoulders were slightly startled, and he raised his head.

Zhao Yan stared at the unrecognizable face burned by the fire on his cheek, and asked hesitantly, "Did I see you somewhere?"

Wang Sheng's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "Young master, how could he have seen me?"

Zhao Yan recalled in confusion, neither her appearance nor her voice felt familiar.

Maybe he was blinded.

"How did you hurt your face?"

"Young child was burned by the fire."

Zhao Yan sighed, "It's pitiful too. Fubao, give him some money and let him go back."

Fu Bao was about to speak, but saw Liu Yanqing standing behind him, and the housekeeper tremblingly following beside him, Fu Bao's expression changed instantly, "When did your lord come back?"

Liu Yanqing stared at Wang Sheng, a pair of Danfeng eyes flickered coldly, perhaps this was his real appearance.

"Didn't you hear the rules when you entered the mansion?"

Wang Sheng lowered his head and said nothing, his hands clenched into fists.

Liu Yanqing sneered and said to the butler behind him, "Drag this person out and beat him to death."

Fu Bao glanced at Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan said coldly, "Lord Liu is so majestic."

Liu Yanqing stared at Zhao Yan, "He saw your face."

Zhao Yan said with a miserable smile, "So what? There are countless people in the capital who have met Zhao Changning. Sooner or later, they will be unable to hide it. Why waste other people's lives?"

Liu Yanqing sighed, "Zhao Changning, I'm protecting you."

Zhao Yan said, "Up to now, you are still saying such things."

Liu Yanqing looked at Zhao Yan, "Zhao Changning, do you think I'm not qualified to say such a thing?"

Zhao Yan didn't answer him.

Zhao Yan glanced at Wang Sheng who was kneeling on the ground and said, "He has followed me since today, if you insist on killing him, you can kill me too."

Wang Sheng, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at Zhao Yan, his lowered eyebrows covering the surging wind.

Liu Yanqing didn't want to argue with Zhao Yan because of a servant, and finally said, "Fubao beside you is too busy alone, and you really need someone."

Liu Yanqing said to Wang Sheng, "I will take good care of him in the future. If I hear anything about him from the outside, I will wait for the corpse to go away."

Wang Sheng said hoarsely, "Thank you sir."

Wang Sheng just stayed by Zhao Yan's side.

Getting along with him for a long time, Zhao Yan gradually discovered that Wang Sheng is a very careful person.His clothes were ironed without a single wrinkle, and every day before he woke up, there was a delicate scent of flowers and plants, and the leaves of the flowers and plants were still covered with morning dew.

Although Wang Sheng's appearance has been ruined, he still has the aura of being raised by a wealthy family. Maybe it's because of his family's decline that he became a servant.

One day Wang Sheng asked him, "I see you often wear a jade pendant around your waist. Is there a source for this jade pendant?"

Zhao Yan looked at the blue lines on the jade pendant and said, "It belongs to an old friend."

"What kind of old friend?"

Zhao Yan said, "I used to be an old enemy."

Wang Sheng didn't ask any more questions, nor did Zhao Yan.