The pretty boy of the landlord's house

Du Zhou sent the man to the hospital. He only breathed out but not breathed in. He looked like he was about to die. Du Zhou saw that his hand was bitten off by a leopard before, so he no longer cared about what happened that day, and now it is like this again , with multiple broken bones.

The person who attacked was also ruthless, and even trampled on Zhou Li's lifeline, leaving him alone.

He sent someone to find Zhou Rong, hoping that father and son could see each other for the last time.

It will take an hour to go to the countryside as fast as possible, and it will be two hours later to come back.

When Zhou Rong and his wife saw Zhou Li lying in the hospital, they staggered and fainted on the ground. The doctor rushed to treat him. When Aunt Zhou woke up, she burst into tears. Looking at the half-dead Zhou Li, she cried and passed out several times.

"It's Yu Nineteen, it must be Yu Nineteen who killed him." Zhou Rong gritted his teeth, every word was full of vigor.

Du Zhou couldn't say anything, Zhou Rong said again: "I must make him pay the price."

"Uncle Zhou, you and auntie take good care of your body. I have already paid for the consultation fee. Zhou Li will definitely survive." Du Zhou said a few words of comfort.

Thanks to Zhou Rong and his wife, Du Zhou left.

Du Zhou sighed and said, "How could such a thing happen in broad daylight?"

Zhao Fengye declined to comment. He did not send anyone to clean up Zhou Li this time.

Du Zhou said again: "What kind of hatred is there that wants to kill him?"

"I don't know." Zhao Fengye answered.

Thinking of Zhou Li's miserable state, Du Zhou shuddered and said, "It's really... It hurts to look at it."

"Where does it hurt? Shall I rub it for you?" Zhao Fengye approached him and asked.

Seeing that he spoke so imprudently, Du Zhou couldn't help but glared at him, the tips of his ears were a little red, and he quickened his pace and entered the house.

As soon as I got home, I found that an unexpected visitor had come to the house.

Zhao Xiaochun was in the yard, and next to him was Shen Yucheng, sitting at a small table eating snail noodles, and he praised while eating: "It's really good, I will help you with the matter you said about helping you find your relatives, I'll just write a book and take your portrait back so that my father can help you see if you're from the capital."

"My lord, I am very grateful." Zhao Xiaochun was very happy.

Shen Yucheng waved his hand and said, "It's not a problem. If you find your relatives and return to the capital, you can still make delicious food for me."

"Yeah, haha." Zhao Xiaochun smiled awkwardly, cooking is definitely not something he can do.

He can't lift his hands and shoulders, can't wash and cook, can't do farm work, can write and read, he certainly didn't come from a small family.

Zhao Xiaochun has become more determined recently.

Shen Yucheng asked again: "By the way, what's your name?"

Zhao Xiaochun immediately said: "My name is Xiao Chun. The person who rescued me gave me this name. I don't know what my original name was."

"Xiao... Puba, why do you call this name?" Shen Yucheng drank the soup of snail powder and almost spit it out. Isn't this the name of the seriously ill second prince?

Zhao Xiaochun didn't know why, so when he was about to ask why, Zhao Fengye asked aloud: "Cousin can still paint? How is Zhou'er's painting skills?"

Du Zhou didn't expect the topic to come to himself, he was silent for a moment, and said: "Drawing flowers and birds is still good, but I have never drawn people."

When Shen Yucheng saw Du Zhou came back, he immediately put away the finished rice bowl, and said very familiarly, "Cousin Du Zhou, you are so unkind. Why did you run away when you said you were waiting for me to go to the restaurant together?"

When Zhao Xiaochun saw Du Zhou coming back, he cupped his hands and said, "Master Du Zhou, you have come back, and I have never been able to find a chance to thank you face to face, so I came to visit without authorization, please forgive me for being rude."

Du Zhou waved his hand and said, "You have already thanked me last time."

"This little Xiao, his craftsmanship is excellent, and the snail noodles he makes are especially delicious. He plans to find a job in the house. I decided to accept him as a book boy and study with me." Shen Yucheng was talking about reading, but every word Delicious food is inseparable.

Maybe he came to Nanzhou not to study at all, but to change places to eat.

Du Zhou was a little embarrassed and didn't respond. Although Shen Yucheng agreed carelessly, he was not so blind and asked, "You don't have any objections, do you?"

"You have to ask my husband about this matter." Du Zhou glanced at Zhao Fengye.

Shen Yucheng's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "Cousin Du Zhou, aren't you, are you a strict husband?"

"Of course not, my father entrusted him to take care of the family affairs, so I need to ask him what he means." Du Zhou explained plausibly.

When Shen Yucheng heard this, he felt that the words made sense, so he said to Zhao Fengye again: "Son-in-law, my two long-term attendants still have me, and this Xiao...Xiao Xiao, I will accept you as a book boy, and I will handle all the monthly cases." Fa, stay at the mansion temporarily, I wonder if it's okay?"

Zhao Fengye glanced at Zhao Xiaochun indifferently, and asked, "Are you willing to be a book boy?"

When Zhao Xiaochun heard it, he thought he didn't want to stay by himself, and said: "Young Master Shen is willing to accept me, I am very grateful."

"Oh...then stay here, and live in the West Wing with Mr. Shen in the future." Zhao Fengye gave Zhao Xiaochun a meaningful look with a hint of a smile in his voice.

Du Zhou took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he bought, and said, "Cousin, don't you want to write a letter back to Beijing? You also want to draw a portrait, this is for you."

"Ah?" Shen Yucheng has completely forgotten what he just said.

Zhao Xiaochun was already looking at him expectantly, Shen Yucheng could only bite the bullet and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said, "Then you...help me grind it."

Du Zhou intends to see Shen Yucheng's calligraphy, and think about it later... Well, he saw Shen Yucheng's pen holding posture, which was completely wrong, and then saw him writing, crooked, looking like a dog crawling, Shen Bojun's previous instructions , Du Zhou felt that there was no need to compete at all, and it would hurt Shen Yucheng's self-esteem too much.

Zhao Xiaochun didn't think that the meaning between the lines was extremely important, but he made things clear.

After writing a letter, Zhao Xiaochun said: "It's better to take a rest first, and we'll talk about the portrait painting tomorrow."

"No, I'm very interested in painting. Painting is as simple as eating and drinking for me." Shen Yucheng burst out with confidence.

So he is good at painting? !

Du Zhou became vigilant immediately, and planned to read Shen Yucheng's masterpiece... Then he saw Shen Yucheng drew an egg, and randomly drew shapes at the position of the egg's five features. He put away his pen and said, "After the drawing is finished, wait for the ink to draw it." Once it’s dry, ask someone to take it back.”

"Wait, Young Master Shen, don't you think this portrait is completely different from mine?" Zhao Xiaochun stopped immediately.

Shen Yucheng picked up the portrait, looked at Zhao Xiaochun repeatedly, and said, "It really doesn't look like it, but it's okay to say it's yours."

Zhao Xiaochun can't let him take this picture to search for relatives, it would be strange if he can find it: "How about this, I'll find someone to draw a portrait of me."

"Alright." Shen Yucheng nodded, looking at his masterpiece carefully.

Du Zhou saw that the two of them had a good chat and didn't get involved, so he went back to his room with Zhao Fengye. As soon as he entered the room, he asked, "That Xiao Chun, is he from the same place as you?"

"I don't know." Zhao Fengye pulled him to sit on his lap, and put his arms around his waist.

Du Zhou said again: "I always feel that you don't like that Xiao Chun, if you don't like it..."

"Zhou'er, why are you talking about other men, I will be jealous." Zhao Fengye interrupted him, and then bit his lip.

"That cousin of yours is not your opponent at all in terms of talent, so... Can Zhou'er come and pamper me?" Zhao Fengye pressed his head against his forehead, and he was very close when he spoke.

Du Zhou's face was flushed, and he quickly put his hand against his chest, saying, "It's broad daylight."

"Then let's do something else?" Zhao Fengye suddenly felt that it was broad daylight, which was good.

He just likes to see him blushing and shy, as if he can see it more clearly during the day.

When Du Zhou was carried to the bed by him, he was still very cautious, feeling that he didn't know what else to do.

But after that, it was completely beyond Du Zhou's imagination.

He was like a cooked shrimp, his whole body was burning red, and he wanted to stop several times, but he might as well do that.

But he suppressed him.

Afterwards, he would still kiss him and let him taste himself.

Du Zhou really blushed to the extreme, almost ripe!

The sky finally turned from day to night, and he didn't need to become different from himself under his gaze, and the red tent billowed in the darkness.

……

When Yu Shijiu returned home, his heart was beating wildly, he ran away, Zhou Li told him to run first, and asked him to go to rescue soldiers, he had promised well at that time.

He should have reported to the official, but when he reached the gate of the official mansion, he stopped again. Evil thoughts came out of his mind. He would go later. Zhou Li was surrounded by so many people. The way people beat to death.

Maybe he was beaten to death. If Zhou Li died, no one would pester him anymore. Didn't he come to the city because he was annoyed by the Zhou family father and son?

Whether it's Zhou Li he came into contact with, or the loyal suitor mentioned in the original text, they all seem so paranoid and terrifying. He must be following him today, otherwise why would he just appear there? Well, it's sick, it's not what he wants, so what's the use?

But he seemed to have forgotten that when Zhou Li came to help Yu's house during the busy farming season, Yu Shijiu would never refuse.

The original text also wrote that Zhou Li also had an uncle who was a bandit outside, and later he would force Yu Nineteen to marry Zhou Li.

The members of the Yu family had all gone to the field, and it was quiet at this moment. He drank several mouthfuls of cold water before calming down.

"Zhao Xiaochun, why is he missing?" Yu Jiujiu realized what he had lost, and couldn't help but tighten his brows, saying to himself, "I actually left him in the city."

Yu Shijiu wanted to go to the city to find someone, but those who beat him couldn't help but attack him. Who exactly wanted to beat him?

Yu Shijiu didn't dare to act rashly, at least he had to figure out who his enemy was first.

The restaurants that didn't get his cookbook, or Dush?Or did Du Zhou find out about the Jinfeng Tower and wait for an opportunity to retaliate?

Yu Jiujiu thought about it, feeling extremely uneasy, and only hoped that Zhao Xiaochun would come back soon.

The author has something to say: I write articles every day until two o'clock in the morning. I am really sleepy today, and I am going to sleep.

Another chapter in the afternoon! ! !