The Favorite of the Court of Joy

While Zhang Xiaoqian was eating, Steward Wang brought the uniform of a house slave to Zhang Xiaoqian.Then he took out another piece of paper and gave it to Zhang Xiaoqian, asking him to sign it.

The title on the paper stands out—Deed of Sale.

The soup that Zhang Xiaoqian had just poured into his mouth suddenly choked his throat, making him "cough, cough, cough".Cursing in his heart, this perverted prince wants him to sell himself here, and he will never escape here for the rest of his life.

Steward Wang saw his dissatisfaction, and said blankly: "My lord said, it's up to you to sign or not to sign."

Zhang Xiaoqian was overjoyed, and immediately said: "This is a contract of sale, of course I won't sign it." Then he threw the paper back.

As if anticipating that Zhang Xiaoqian would say such a thing, Steward Wang went on to say: "My lord said, if you don't sign, you are not a servant of the palace. If you are not a servant of the palace, we will send him back wherever he came from."

Zhang Xiaoqian didn't swallow the food for a while, so he hurriedly drank a few more mouthfuls of soup, and when his throat became smooth, he sighed, took back the paper, and said, "Bring the pen."

Zhang Xiaoqian took the brush and wrote his name Zhang Xiaoqian. "That's all right."

"Take your fingerprints."

"Where's the ink pad?"

Steward Wang handed over the ink pad, Zhang Xiaoqian stretched out his thumb to dip the ink pad, and then pressed hard on the signature. "That's all right."

Steward Wang took it over and looked at it, nodded in satisfaction, then dried the paper with his mouth, folded it, and put it in his pocket. "Okay."

"It's ok, you don't want to go yet, sir, I'm still eating, can I talk about something after I finish eating?"

"No." Steward Wang returned to his expressionless state, and continued, "Remove all the food."

Zhang Xiaoqian quit, and he threw the chopsticks on the ground violently. "Why are you still letting me have a good meal? Didn't your lord also say that you don't want me to eat alone?"

"Bold, you are a low-class domestic slave, how can you have the right to sit on a table and chair to eat. You have already eaten, and the palace does not provide free rice. Go to work immediately."

"you……"

"Boss Zhou, take him to work immediately."

"It's Steward Wang."

"Wait a minute, since I'm selling myself, then I should give me the money for selling myself." Zhang Xiaoqian asked.

"My lord said that I invited you two imperial physicians last night. Although you couldn't afford the money from selling your body at all, our lord is generous, so we paid for it with your little money from selling your body. The lord said, you don't have to thank you, take care of yourself." Just do the work."

"Pfft..." Zhang Xiaoqian felt that he was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and at the same time he understood, "Oh, did that bullshit prince deliberately make things difficult for me."

"You dare to scold the lord. The steward Wang of Zhou dragged him to beat him with a wooden board before letting him go to work." The steward Wang looked serious, "Remember, he only deserves to sleep in the woodshed."

"Yes, Steward Wang." Steward Zhou nodded and bowed to Steward Wang to send him away, and then said, "Come on, take him outside and prepare a bench."

"OH, NO..." Zhang Xiaoqian was pulled to a long bench and forced to lie down on it. Is he going to be on the bench like Nanny Rong now?He still remembers the screams of Nanny Rong.But Mother Rong has Ziwei pleading, where is his Ziwei?

Before hitting the board, the butler of King Zhou leaned down and said quietly to Zhang Xiaoqian: "Qianhong Huakui, I know it's you. Since you are living in the palace and I manage it, as long as you follow me, I will definitely take care of you." You, you can be lighter even when you are on the board. Do you understand?"

Looking sideways, Zhang Xiaoqian saw a wretched old face, and thought: This old man wants to play tricks on me.However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Zhang Xiaoqian said with a smile: "Boss Zhou, let's talk about things in the dead of night."

Zhou Guanshi's wretched smile was vividly displayed, and he said to his subordinates: "You all understand the severity."

"Understood King Zhou's housekeeper."

So, the slaves began to beat Zhang Xiaoqian with sticks, and Zhang Xiaoqian also yelled very cooperatively: "Oh, it hurts to death, help me..."