The little man on the apex

Yan Heyi ran quickly all the way, and came to the gate of Jia Yuanwai's mansion. Seeing that the gate was open, she raised her leg and rushed in without caring about etiquette.

After entering the gate, I took a few quick steps to the outer courtyard. There is a landscape screen in the middle of the courtyard. In front of the screen is a goldfish pond. There are several goldfish in it. Because of the hot weather, they are lazily hiding in the shade in the corner.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Several young men saw him and surrounded him yelling. Judging by the color of their clothes, they should all be servants of Jia's mansion.

Only then did Yan Heyi feel that she was a little rude, and barely restrained her impatience, she bowed slightly to them: "Excuse me, is my husband in there?"

The leading servant with a long beard asked angrily, "Who is your husband?"

Yan Heyi used both hands and feet to show them the characteristics of Yuanxi.

A servant who was slightly shorter next to him wanted to say something, but felt it was inappropriate, so he turned sideways and whispered to the bearded servant, "Just now, did the master bring one back?"

When a person is in such an extremely anxious situation, the five senses tend to become surprisingly sharp. Although the servant's voice was very small, Yan Heyi still heard this sentence clearly.

He was a little happy: "Yes, it should be my husband, is he in there?"

Just as the bearded servant was about to speak, a middle-aged man wearing a melon cap on his head walked out quickly, clenched a fist with one hand, and coughed softly by his mouth.

When all the servants heard the movement, they hurriedly turned around, bowed their heads to the man, and said in unison: "Butler Shi."

Steward Shi only glanced at Yan Heyi roughly, then frowned, and asked the servants, "What are you doing?"

The bearded servant hurried forward and replied: "He came to look for someone and said that his husband is in our house."

Only then did Steward Shi raise his eyes and look towards Yan Heyi, and after looking him up and down from head to toe, his smiling face suddenly changed again: "Oh, it's Mr. Yan."

Jia Yuanwai had also bought Yan Heyi's calligraphy and paintings several times before, so this steward also recognized Yan Heyi.

Steward Shi stepped forward and said politely: "Mr. Yan, I have been guarding here, but I haven't seen anyone coming in. Mister, go look elsewhere."

Yan Heyi said anxiously: "Someone said they saw him coming with your family members, please let me go in and meet your family members."

Steward Shi was quite impatient: "It's true that there is no husband from your family in there, let's go."

I had just heard the servant say that Jia Yuanwai had brought someone in, so Yan Heyi was sure that Yuanxi was inside, and didn't bother to chat with Steward Shi, so she went straight in.

Steward Shi gave the bearded servant a wink, and the bearded servant hurriedly stretched out his hand and stopped Yan Heyi: "Hey, you can't go in."

The more the servants obstructed her, the more Yan Heyi felt that something was wrong, she rushed away from the servants who were blocking her, and shouted Yuan Xi's name as she walked in.

Steward Shi ordered sharply: "What are you doing in a daze? Beat him out!"

After receiving the order, several servants hurriedly chased after Yan Heyi, grabbing Yan Heyi and dragging her outside.

Regardless of Yan Heyi's frail and gentle appearance, Yuanxi is very clear about this, but there is such a lot of strength in her body. Under Yan Heyi's gray gown, there is such a terrifying strength hidden.

In addition, most of today's scholars are both civil and military, and a gentleman knows a little bit about the six arts. Although he doesn't talk about riding or archery/proficiency, at least he knows some simple moves.

On weekdays, he often went to the mountains to cut firewood and gather herbs, and he was definitely not inferior to the domestic servants raised in rich and noble people's houses.

If a brother like Yuan Xi was imprisoned in Yan Heyi's arms, there would be no room for him to struggle.

The bearded servant was the strongest among them. After being thrown away by Yan Heyi, he immediately stood up again and punched Yan Heyi in the face.

Yan Heyi was distracted by other servants, took the blow abruptly, staggered half a step back, some bright red blood oozes from the corner of her mouth.

A few servants of the same uniform rushed out from inside. Although Yan Heyi had strength, she was no match for three punches and four hands. She rushed in several times, but was forced back.

He was hit on the head a few times, a little dizzy, he couldn't stand on his feet, fell forward, and landed on one knee.

Steward Shi yelled "Stop", stood at a distance with his hands behind his back, and snorted coldly: "Mr. Yan, why are you bothering? I told you that your husband is not in the house."

"Let's go, now that you're gone, our family won't hold you accountable for trespassing and indiscriminately wounding people."

Yan Heyi frowned vigorously, raised his head slightly, his eyes gradually overflowed with blood, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said word by word: "Give me back Yuanxi."

After finishing speaking, he braced himself to stand up, and was about to go in again. Steward Shi waved his sleeves, and the servants surrounded him again, fighting with Yan Heyi.

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Yuan Xi followed Jia Yuanwai into the mansion, and was ushered into the inner courtyard by him, where he stood and waited.

After waiting for a while, the sound of something breaking on the ground suddenly came from the room, followed by Jia Yuanwai's exclamation, it seemed that something fell, and the thing fell to the ground with a clatter.

Yuan Xi was a little worried. Seeing that there was no one around, he went into the house, just in time to see Jia Yuanwai lying on the ground.

He hurried over to help him: "Are you all right?"

Jia Yuanwai took Yuan Xi's hand to help him: "It's nothing, don't worry."

Although the man in front of him was old enough to be his father, Yuan Xi still felt a little uncomfortable, and gently pulled his hand out.

Jia Yuanwai supported Yuan Xi's shoulder with his backhand, supported him to stand up, then picked up the painting that had fallen at his feet, opened it tremblingly, and placed it on the table next to him.

"This is the painting and calligraphy that the young master sold to me last time. I ordered someone to frame it and hang it on the bedside."

"Just now, I stepped on a chair to pick up this painting, and accidentally stepped on the ground, so I fell down."

He cautiously stretched out his fingertips, and lightly touched the words written by Yuan Xi on it: "Fortunately, I didn't hurt the words."

Yuan Xi felt that something was wrong, and asked, "Mr. Jia, what about the wages?"

Jia Yuanwai ignored his question, but pointed to the surroundings: "Yuanxi, take a look at my room, do you like it?"

Yuan Xi was confused by the question, so he turned his head and glanced roughly around the room.

This should be Jia Yuanwai's bedroom. It is exquisite and simple. The four-fold red sandalwood screen is carved with four gentlemen of "plum blossom, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum".

In addition to these ordinary objects, the three walls are also covered with calligraphy and paintings. It seems that none of them are from famous artists, but we can also see the skills of the painters.

However, Yuan Xi didn't bother to look at these things carefully, and felt that something was wrong, so he cupped his hands lightly: "Mr. Jia, I'll take my leave first. I'd better trouble you to deliver the salary yourself."

Jia Yuanwai flickered, and stopped in front of Yuan Xi: "Don't worry, Yuan Xi, I won't make any detours anymore."

"Young master's handwriting is good, and he is very upright. The old man will never forget it after seeing him. I intend to hire you as my husband. How about it?"

"If you follow me, you can spend as much money as you want."

Yuan Xi said coldly: "I have a husband."

Jia Yuanwai snorted and said, "You mean Mr. Yan? Isn't that not married yet?"

Yuan Xi didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he walked towards the door, but as soon as he reached the door, the two doors in front of him were quickly closed, Yuan Xi hurried to push the door, only to find that the door was locked from the outside.

Jia Yuanwai walked slowly towards Yuanxi, with a serious smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yuanxi, follow me, rich clothes and fine food, prosperity and wealth, you can have whatever you want."

"You are at Mr. Yan's house, and you can't eat meat once in a few days, right? Is it wild vegetable porridge and old rice all day long?"

Yuan Xi shook the door vigorously, turned his head and gave him a blank look: "Who cares? I just like wild vegetable porridge."

Jia Yuanwai gradually approached, and he stretched out his hand to brush Yuanxi's hair: "Mr. Yan is poor, so what else can you do with him besides suffering?"

Yuan Xi dodged to the side, avoided Jia Yuanwai's hand, and stared at him viciously: "You are not allowed to speak of Mr. Yan."

Jia Yuanwai was still walking this way, and Yuan Xi stepped back step by step. In a panic, he stepped on the silk that had just fallen to the ground, and fell backwards.

While staring closely at Jia Yuanwai, he groped around beside him, caught a piece of broken porcelain in his hand, and firmly held it in front of him: "Don't come here."

Hearing the words, Jia Yuanwai didn't go any further, but squatted on the ground, and said softly, "Okay, I won't go, Yuanxi, don't be afraid, think about it again."

Yuan Xi had already started to cry: "Let me go, I...I'll go back and think about it, I, I, I agree, you let me go back and prepare."

Jia Yuanwai didn't believe his words, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I asked them to lock the door outside."

"Since you agreed, why do you need to leave again? Today, I will stay at Xianggong's place, how about it?"

Yuan Xi moved back little by little, still tightly holding the piece of broken porcelain, his fingers had already been cut by the edge of the piece of porcelain, a few drops of blood slid down his wrist, staining the cyan blouse on his body red.

Suddenly, he felt the figure of Jia Yuanwai swaying indiscriminately in front of him, and his body gradually lost his strength. When his eyes went dark, he fell down limply.

Just as Jia Yuanwai was about to step forward, he suddenly heard a commotion outside, and shouted angrily, "What noise?"

Steward Shi reported loudly through the door: "Master, that Yan Heyi called in."

Jia Yuanwai looked impatient, stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes, and shouted to the outside: "Have you come in? Are all these servants all worthless?"

"Get rid of him and leave me alone!"

Shi Guanjia said "yes", and then told all the servants: "Master said, this man stole things from the mansion, arrest him and tie him to the woodshed."

At this time, Yan Heyi was already covered in blood, her clenched fists trembled slightly, and her eyes were blurred.

Just now, he rushed all the way into the mansion, came to the inner courtyard, and heard Yuanxi's voice in the house, he was so anxious that he froze with all his might against the servants who blocked him. Somebody's arm took a few bites.

After beating for so long, he really couldn't hold on anymore, he was kicked on the knee, and knelt straight on the ground.

Butler Shi ordered again: "Why are you standing there? Delaying people!"

The servants around were frightened by Yan Heyi, and no one dared to step forward for a while, Steward Shi urged him a few more words, and then they slowly leaned over and held Yan Heyi down.