My son sleeps lightly

Xiao Chong was completely torn and tattered, and sat on the side seat of the carriage with a serious face.

Sure enough, rich people don't have good intentions, he thought to himself.

But looking at Ye Lan's handsome appearance, he really doesn't look like a bad guy.

Ye Lan looked at him with great interest, then half raised her body, and leaned over, which really attracted Xiao Chong to hide aside, was he afraid of hitting him?

Although he wanted to scare him, seeing that Xiao Chong was really scared, Ye Lan felt uncomfortable again. He knocked on the car door twice and said to the outside, "Go home directly."

Zhang Tao got the order and confirmed it again, "Aren't you going to the dirty street?"

"No, I'm not having fun now."

Xiao Chong felt offended when he heard this, and stared at Ye Lan.

Ye Lan smiled happily. He remembered something, lowered his head and untied a chain made of obsidian from his neck, and put it in the palm of his hand, "This will be your lock from now on."

Xiao Chong gritted his teeth and looked at him, like the last struggling cubs in the hunting ground.

Ye Lan shook her hands, waiting for Xiao Chong, he had a lot of patience.

Although the collarbone under Xiao Chong's neck was covered by clothes, Ye Lan knew that there must be a cloud-like scar under his collarbone.

This is the first thing slave traders do to new slaves. They use a burning hot iron to imprint the pattern on the slaves to show their identity.

Once this scar is imprinted, they will live as slaves for life, either suffering in the master's house or being driven to the slave market.

Xiao Chong raised his eyes, he always needs a master anyway, this one is at least more forbidden than that fat old man.

He thought about it, although his ultimate goal is to regain freedom, but there must be some ups and downs in the middle, as the old saying goes, those who know the current affairs are the best——

Xiao Chong picked up the necklace in Ye Lan's hand, and put it around his neck from the top of his head.

Ye Lan was very satisfied, and said, "Ten years, work for me for ten years, and I will let you go wherever you want."

Xiao Chong looked at Ye Lan in disbelief.

"You should know the book of releasing slaves, you work hard in my mansion, return the penny I bought you, and I will let you go."

The book of releasing slaves is just a legendary official document, no one has actually seen it.

"Are you serious?" Xiao Chong asked.

Ye Lan rolled her eyes, pretended to think seriously, and smiled, "Why should I lie to you?"

Turns out he wasn't that bad.

The carriage walked to the end of the long street, turned around to another street, turned around, walked back, and arrived at Yefu in less than an hour.

Zhang Tao jumped out of the carriage, put a low stool under the carriage, and stood aside to wait.

Xiao Chong pushed open the door, glanced at the sky, jumped to the ground with one step on the shaft of the car.

Ye Lan lazily followed behind, looked at Xiao Chong, pressed his head, and stepped down gracefully on a small stool.

Xiao Chong's face darkened, but he couldn't do anything about living under the fence.

Zhang Tao put the low stool back on the carriage, sat back to the original position, gave a "drive", and drove the carriage to the back door.

The two guards at the gate came over, "Second Young Master, didn't you say you went out to play today, why did you come back right after you went out?"

"Didn't you see that I brought a newcomer?" Ye Lan pushed Xiao Chong forward, "Passing by the vegetable market, I bought a slave and came back."

The servants looked at Xiao Chong in amazement, the second young master usually hated the slave trade the most, why did he buy one himself?

Their eyes made Xiao Chong feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but glance at Ye Lan, "Will you go?"

"Let's go." Ye Lan was not displeased with Xiao Chong's tone, and strode ahead, "Follow me."

Northern Territory is a very broad concept.

Compared with Song State, which has a very concentrated power in the Central Plains, here is self-government based on the city as a unit, and the city owner is the ruler.

The ancestor of the Ye family was a blacksmith. Later, the master of the city confiscated his skills to manufacture weapons for war. After several generations of descendants managed the business, he finally became a major player in the ironware trade in Luobei City.

However, their family's soaring status still depends on Ye Lan's mother, the daughter of the city lord.

Ye Lan led the way, and Xiao Chong trotted behind, until he reached a small courtyard in the west, before stopping.

"Second Young Master!" There were three little girls standing in the courtyard, and they all laughed when they saw Ye Lan come in.

Ye Lan also smiled at them, and then pulled Xiao Chong in front of her, "Let me introduce you, from now on, he is from our hospital, what is your name?" Ye Lan lowered her head and asked.

"Xiao Chong." Xiao Chong replied in a low voice.

"How old are you?" Ye Lan asked again.

"fifteen."

Ye Lan rolled her eyes, pinched Xiao Chong's cheek with each hand, "Don't lie to me."

Xiao Chong's face was pinched out of shape, and he yelled a few times, making the little girls tremble, and Ye Lan let him go.

Xiao Chong rubbed his face, "Twelve."

"Say it again?"

"Nine years old."

"Hmph," Ye Lan smacked her lips, kicked Xiao Chong's ass and drove him to the big house in the middle of the courtyard.

Xiao Chong had never seen such an exquisite house. Before he was captured by slave traders, he lived in a thatched house. In winter, the strong winds in the north could blow off the entire roof.

"You will live here from now on." Ye Lan folded her arms and watched Xiao Chong wander around the house in surprise.

But at night, Xiao Chong's good mood was gone.

He turned around, almost hitting his head on the foot of the bed.

Well, his new master did let him live in this big house, on the ground.

He propped up his arms, saw Ye Lan sleeping soundly on the bed, and heaved a long sigh, as long as he endured it for another ten years.

Seeing Ye Lan's unusual sleeping posture, Xiao Chong secretly made up his mind.

But he was really tired, and he hadn't had a good night's sleep since he was captured by the slave trader.

Although only on the ground, this blanket is soft and warm...