Bold, how dare you break Ben Hou

The firewood room in the backyard was supposed to be a dark hut in the TV series, but it is quite different in Xinyang Hou Mansion, the surroundings are full of lights, and there are maids standing at the door to greet her. As soon as Qingzhi stepped in, she saw Fang Lan Sheng was tied up by Uncle Sun and others and sat (or forced to sit) on a stool, with a cloth strip stuffed into his mouth, making a whining sound, as if he was asking Qingzhi for help.

"Let him go." Qingzhi sat down, and the people around looked at each other for a while, but they didn't dare to move.

"What? Do you want Master Hou to do it yourself?" Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, Liu Fu's eyes were sharp, and he knelt forward: "Master Hou, it's not that the slaves don't listen to Master Hou, the slaves vowed to stop Fang Lansheng, but they couldn't stop the Holy Majesty The emperor said, if the Marquis is half wrong, the heads of the slaves will all be moved!"

After hearing this, Qingzhi felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart, so it turns out that this Marquis is a bit of a joke.

He waved his hand: "It's okay, let him go, it's those grapes that killed Master Ben, it has nothing to do with him."

Uncle Sun looked over his head, Qingzhi was clear in his heart, knowing that such a servant would not dare to do anything, so he rolled up his sleeves and went into battle by himself. Unfortunately, he underestimated the ability of the servants in Lord Hou's mansion. incomprehensible.

Just when Qingzhi was sweating all over his body and couldn't untie the rope, he suddenly saw that Liufu's eyes seemed to be cramped, and kept turning to the right without turning. Scissors.

"Liu Fu, good job!" After saying that, he patted him on the shoulder, reached for the scissors, and added: "Work hard, Uncle Sun is getting old."

Uncle Sun trembled when he said this, and softened, and tore off the cloth covering Fang Lansheng's mouth, tremblingly raised his eyes and looked at Qingzhi, which was shining brightly.

"Cough, cough—" Fang Lansheng coughed for a while, and the restraints in his hands were untied. He was a weak scholar, and he had just recovered from heat stroke, and he fell limp in Qingzhi's arms as soon as he was paralyzed.

Everyone in Hou Ye's mansion seemed to have grown up. The moment the action happened, they all turned their heads and looked up at the sky.

"I'm sorry, brother, for causing you to be wronged because of a grape. Master Ben must pay attention in the future and never eat grapes to harm others again."

Fang Lansheng regained his strength, propped himself up and sat down, stared straight at Qingzhi, and opened his thin lips after a while: "Master Hou almost lost his life, although it wasn't Lan Sheng's fault, but Bo Ren died because of me, Lord Hou didn't blame Lan Sheng?"

"What's so strange about that?"

Fang Lansheng seemed to be trying to see some falsehood from Qingzhi's eyes, but he could only see a clear sky: "Then... Hou Ye counted, and he saved the grassroots twice, but... how do you want the grassroots to repay?"

"..." Qingzhiben wanted to explain, but swallowed the words again, and asked cautiously, "Have you ever read a book?"

Fang Lansheng nodded, with a trace of disdain and reluctance floating on his face, but he was an honest person after all, and replied: "Caomin just finished the imperial examination this year—"

"Is there a ranking?"

"It's ashamed to say that I didn't take the imperial examination."

"Well, I don't mind either—" Qing Zhihu got up, took two steps back and forth, with his hands behind his back, "As long as you can read and write." After speaking, he smiled evilly, "Liufu, please Mr. Fang Take a seat in the study."