I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

The warm breath wafted around the tips of his ears, and the sound of chains sounded at the same time. Huo Ran clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to restrain the urge to explode.

"Heh..." Rong Huai caught a glimpse of his tense and forbearing side face, and smiled.

Huo Ran lowered his bloodshot eyes when he heard this imperceptible laughter.

Such humiliation, such humiliation...

He will one day...

The thought of ripping Rong Huai apart in his mind, but then, he felt a cold ankle, and Rong Huai's cool and delicate fingertips ran across his dark and rough ankle.

look away.

Different from his rough skin tanned by the wind and sun, Ronghuai's palms are well-proportioned, and his skin is as thin and slender as high-quality white porcelain, which is in stark contrast to his complexion. , the idea that this wrist will be fragile and broken.

"Click." There was a crisp sound.

"The length has been adjusted, it's very suitable." Rong Huai let go of his hand, and the cold chain was finally fastened tightly to Huo Ran's ankle.

Huo Ran withdrew his mind for a moment, and was annoyed by the thought that flashed through his mind just now, his eyes swept across his ankle, that piece of iron chain was a sign of humiliation.

It was the fire contract for him to sell himself to Rong Huai.

"Okay," Rong Huai covered his lips and yawned, "I'm sleepy too, you should step back first."

"Yes."

Huo Ran lowered his eyes to hide the deep hatred in his eyes.

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There are hundreds of servants in the Darong Mansion, all of whom serve the delicate and frail young master, but Huo Ran's status is special in it. He is the young master's close favorite, and he faces each other day and night, which attracts the jealousy of many servants He and dissatisfaction are secretly hoping that he will quickly fall out of favor, so that they can take advantage of the situation.

Therefore, in just a few days, Huo Ran received a lot of indifference and rejection all day long.

Huo Ran also felt that this kind of life felt like years. Even if he didn't have to work day and day in Rong Zhai, he didn't have to eat sweet potato dry food and live a hungry and full life, but he had to rely on the little prince's breath all day long.

When Rong Huai was happy, he invited him to the front for teasing, and when he was unhappy, he kicked him aside. Instead of living a life without dignity, he would rather leave.

As usual, every morning, Rong Huai checked the account books in the study. Outside, it was snowing heavily, and the house was continuously burning with charcoal, and the room was as warm as spring.

After verifying the account book, Rong Huai thought of Huo Ran and asked Manager Wang, "Where's Que'er?"

Mr. Wang said: "In the Bird Garden."

Rong Huai: "Bring him."

Since Huo Ran has replaced the identity of a bird, he is placed in the Bird Garden on weekdays, because Rong Huai used to prefer to watch and play with pets, and there are many deer, horses and even peacocks raised there.

Although Rong Huai's interest in seeing and playing with pets has decreased a lot in recent days, the Bird Garden is still well-maintained.

Huo Ran looked at the deer and horses in the poultry garden, and felt ironic in his heart. These animals eat better than the villagers in Xianju County. The villagers wear their belts to eat every day, but these animals can eat the finest grains, just because They are playful pets that can be raised with care.

Director Wang led Huo Ran out of the Bird Garden, and in order to avoid being abrupt, he took him to wash up before sending him to Ronghuai's study.

Director Wang said cautiously: "Young master, Que'er is here." Then he exited silently.

Rong Huai had already read the account books and was playing chess with himself. Huo Ran was already used to being ignored, so he stood quietly at the door without being summoned.

After a while, Rong Huai said: "Come in."

Huo Ran walked in with his already frozen hands and feet. An iron chain was tied to his ankle, which was given to him by Rong Huai. It was probably the most valuable thing in his body, and it was inevitable that there would be a dragging sound when he walked.

The study room was dyed with a faint fragrance of tranquility, warm as spring, wrapping around his stiff limbs, gradually relieving his frozen blood.

Rong Huai held the white piece and asked: "Can you play chess?"

Rong Huai didn't invite him, so he stayed in the bird garden every day, and no one talked to him. Huo Ran hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse: "No."

"It's okay," Rong Huai patted the cushion: "Come up, I'll teach you."

Huo Ran didn't move, he lowered his head and said: "Young master, this is not in compliance with the rules, slave... low status, I don't deserve to sit with you."

Rong Huai smiled, put his hands on his strong shoulders, and brushed off the snowflakes for him casually: "I will say something that makes me feel comfortable."

Huo Ran hid the cold anger and disgust in his eyes, the muscles in his arms tensed for a moment, and then relaxed quickly.

At this moment, when it was time for dinner, a servant came to deliver lunch to Rong Huai. The original owner was weak and could not eat meat, but preferred to smell it, so every meal must have big fish and meat, accompanied by porridge and side dishes.

The scent continuously entered Huo Ran's nasal cavity, he couldn't control it, swallowed, and lowered his head to stop looking.

The servants did not forget Huo Ran's lunch—steamed buns with pickles.

Maybe it can't be compared with Rong Wyton's delicacies from mountains and seas, but compared to Huo Ran who is hungry at home, he will fill his stomach with bran. Steamed buns and pickles are already very extravagant for him.

According to the rules of Rong Zhai, Huo Ran is not fit to eat in the same room as his master. He took the bowl and walked outside the house to slowly nibble on the hard steamed buns. It was freezing outside, and the cold wind cut his skin, making him uncomfortable. Consciously curl up your tall body to avoid the cold.

The system can't see it, the host is too good at torturing Huo Ran: "Master, why do you torture Huo Ran?"

Rong Huai threw Bai Zi into the jade cup: "Do you know why Huo's father broke his leg?"

The system was asked a question, and immediately went back to read the plot, Rong Huai didn't wait for it to answer, and said: "It was the servants of Rong Zhai who injured him. Although he didn't care about Rong Huai, Huo Ran has hated Rong Zhai ever since."

"Since Liang Zi has already been married, it's meaningless to treat him blindly. From the day I saw his hateful eyes, I knew I couldn't let the tiger go back to the mountain, so it's good to keep him here to grind his temper?"

Only then did the system suddenly realize: "It turns out to be like this!" It flattered habitually: "The host even noticed the details of such corners and corners, really observant!"

Rong Huai smiled: "What's the name of the corner that has something to do with Ah Yan?"

"The matter of Liu Lingzhi is called the horn corner." The system understood it instantly.

It was freezing and snowy outside the house, and within a short while, the steamed buns were frozen like stones, Huo Ran was swallowing numbly in the snow, at this moment, the door of the study opened, and a gust of warm wind blew on his face.

Huo Ran raised his head stiffly, the snow was falling quietly, and a figure like piles of snow came out of the room, his flawless cheeks were as crystal clear as jade carvings in the snow light, and as spotless as if stained with ice and snow. clean and white.

Huo Ran thought for a moment that he had an illusion.

How could that young master sit outside in the warm spring-like room all day long, for no reason?

It wasn't until the figure got closer that he realized that it wasn't a hallucination.

Rong Huai's shoulders were covered with fox fur, and the waterfall-like black hair slid down along the graceful shoulders. Even though there were a lot of clothes piled up on his body, his posture was still elegant, and a faint fragrance of peace of mind soaked into his nose in the cold wind. , Huo Ran noticed that his heart started to feel hot again.

"Cough cough..."

Huo Ran raised his eyes when he heard the soft panting and coughing in his ears. Perhaps he was choked by the wind and snow outside the house. The young man coughed until the tip of his nose turned red. There were red traces on his lips, like red plums withered in the snow, but before he could see clearly, the little boy put away the snow handkerchief, and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips loosely with his fingertips.

The heat coughed up turned into thin water vapor in the cold wind, Rong Huai's expression seemed to be shrouded in fog, Huo Ran couldn't see clearly.

But at this moment, a trace of irrefutable pity spread from the tip of his heart.

However, the next moment he realized how ridiculous his sympathy was, Ronghuai raised his boot and kicked over the bowl in his hand, and the half steamed bun and pickles that hadn't had time to eat rolled to the ground.

Huo Ran lowered his head stiffly, hiding his anger and hostility, Rong Huai leaned into his ear and said, "My pigs don't eat this kind of food."

Huo Ran's hands tightened suddenly, and veins appeared on the back of his hands.

That's right, Rong Huai was born as a high-ranking young master, with thousands of charms and pets, how could he realize how difficult their life is?

Huo Ran was thinking, but saw Rong Huai straighten up and said: "Come in with me."

Rong Huai turned his head and walked into the study, Huo Ran looked at his slender back, barely supported his stiff body and followed step by step.

Two footprints, one light and one heavy, were left on the snow.

Returning to the warm room, Huo Ran gradually regained consciousness in his hands and feet, and saw Rong Huai casually fiddle with the empty golden bird cage hanging in front of the window, the bright lights in the room fell on the white and translucent wrist bone, It is three points more beautiful than that beautiful jade glass.

Huo Ran saw it, but thought that the more beautiful a person is, the more vicious his heart will be.

At this time, Rong Huai took off the fox fur from his shoulders and threw it to him casually: "Hang it up."

Huo Ran: "..." I was caught off guard by the familiar fragrance.

The snow fox's fur is soft and gentle, and it seems that Rong Huai's body temperature still remains, and there is a faint medicinal fragrance that penetrates to the tip of his nose. Huo Ran was in a state of confusion for a moment, so he had to hang up the fox fur at random.

Rong Huai sat down in front of the desk: "Come here."

Huo Ran clenched his fists, lowered his eyebrows, and walked slowly to Rong Huai's side, Rong Huai looked at him and said, "Eat everything on the table."

Huo Ran raised his head suddenly, as if he didn't hear what Rong Huai said.

"Livestock, pigs and birds eat grains," Rong Huai said with a smile, "hawks, hawks, tigers and leopards eat meat and bones, would you rather be a pig or a falcon or a leopard?"

Of course Huo Ran is willing to be a falcon, even if he is willing to take his life in the next moment, he should at least be a ghost.

After thinking it over clearly, Huo Ran didn't hesitate anymore, took a big bowl and stuffed meat into his mouth, he was a poor man, he hadn't tasted meat a few times since he was a child, let alone such a delicious meat, let alone such a full meat Table food, even if there is another table, he can eat it.

Why didn't he know that Rong Huai was trying to discipline him, whipping a whip and giving a carrot, he didn't treat him as a human at all, but as a beast.

someday...

Huo Ran buried his head in the bowl, hiding the fierce light in his eyes.

Manager Wang came over with the medicinal soup, and when he saw the scene, he was so shocked that he almost dropped all the bowls: "You bastard, how can you eat with the young master!?"

Huo Ran finally had a full meal and scraped off the last bit of oil and water in the bowl. He didn't know how Rong Huai would punish him, but he accepted it no matter what.

Rong Huai stopped Manager Wang's scolding words in the second half: "I let him eat with me. After all, these meat and vegetables will be thrown away at that time, it doesn't make any difference."

Manager Wang was sweating on his forehead, hesitating: "Yes, but..."

Seeing that Rong Huai's brows and eyes turned cold, Mr. Wang's scalp tightened, so he didn't dare to say any more, and put the decoction in his hand on the desk: "Young master, please drink the medicine."

In the past, when young masters drank medicine, they would always make a fuss. Director Wang was used to urging him repeatedly, but Rong Huai didn't respond. He picked up the medicine and sniffed it lightly at the tip of his nose. They are all medicinal materials for nourishing health and nourishing blood.

Huo Ran knelt on the ground, the room was burning with charcoal fire, and the ground was not cold. He smelled the bitter and pungent smell in the two big bowls of soup medicine, and thought maliciously in his heart that this young man is really a medicine jar. How much did you get this sick body?

This young man with delicate skin and tender flesh, I don't know how to make trouble to drink such a bitter soup?

Thinking of this, he secretly raised his eyes to take a peek. Rong Huai was sitting in front of the desk wearing only a jade white shirt, revealing a slender figure, and his waist was so thin that he couldn't grasp it. Two big bowls of bitter medicinal soup raised their heads and drank it.

Huo Ran took a look, then looked away, he didn't know what it was like, he should have gloated, congratulated him, and let this young man taste the suffering of the people, but he felt trembling in his chest, and he couldn't be happy, but felt his heart Fall panic.

Seeing that the two big bowls of soup and medicine had bottomed out, Director Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "Young master, do you want to go back to the inner room for resettlement?"

Rong Huai said: "I'll just take a nap in the study."

Manager Wang promised, called the servants to clean up the dishes, and retreated silently.

Rong Huai rubbed the center of his eyebrows, the medicine contained sleep aid ingredients, which made him feel a little sleepy, "Come here."

Xu Shi drank the bitter medicine before, and his soft voice was slightly hoarse. Huo Ran felt as if his whole body was electrified, and his muscles couldn't help but tense.

Now there are only two people left in the silent study room, and it is self-evident that the person Rong Huai calls is self-evident. Huo Ran took a deep breath, got up and walked over. That's right, after all, slapping and adding sweet dates is his usual method.

Rong Huai sat on the soft couch, spread out the silver hairpins, and the black hair hung down on the chest and back like a burst, the beautiful and delicate back was half covered, Huo Ran took a look and lowered his gaze.

"Get dressed for me."

Huo Ran paused, then stretched out his hand to unbutton Rong Huai's lapel, the jade-colored skin inside was flawless, and the lines below the collarbone could be vaguely seen.

He felt his chest was very hot, it was an uncontrollable heat, which made him feel strange, and his fingers trembled slightly.

The material of the expensive silk inner shirt is too silky. Huo Ran unbuttoned it several times without unbuttoning it. He has never touched such a delicate fabric. He usually wears ordinary linen clothes. I am afraid that the little boy will wear it all over his skin. Come on, be ground to bleed.

Relying on wild thoughts, Huo Ran barely diverted his attention.

"It's really useless," Rong Huai was too lazy to wait for him.

After waving him away, he unbuttoned his clothes.

After taking off his shirt, he rolled into the brocade quilt and fell asleep.

At the moment there is no one else in the wing room, Huo Ran is standing beside the soft couch, his eyes are fixed on the back of Rong Huai's neck, ivory jade white, slender and fragile, his back is facing him, it seems that he has no defense.

Why does this sickly young man trust him so much?

Are you sure he's harmless?

But he has long been tired of such groveling.

His big palm wandered around the side of the slender neck, and the weak beating of the arteries could be easily felt under the palm. If he strangled the neck, it should be easily broken.

Even if he died, it would not be a loss to use his humble life to drag a young master into his back. ,.