The monk who is going to cross me is bent

"...Yes, you have been with me for almost ten years, and you have worked hard without credit."

Hearing that Zhuang Hou's tone was loose, the head of Zhuang's mansion was overjoyed, and hurriedly kowtowed desperately: "This servant is very loyal to Zhuang Hou, and never dares to neglect in the slightest."

"Well, I don't dare to be negligent, but I dare to play tricks on me for a little bribe."

Zhuanghou put down the wine glass in his hand, "For the yellow and white things, you chose to deceive me. If there is one thing, there must be two. Tomorrow you can choose to betray me for greater temptation."

"What you said just now actually makes sense. You said, you should die."

Zhuang Hou threw a wine cup against the door.

It was an empty wine cup, and when it flew through the air, no drop of wine fell.

Xiaochi could even feel the coolness of the wind, which lifted his hair, and the ceramic wine glass hit the door, and then rolled down on the thick tiger skin blanket, without even bumping one side.

The door was knocked lightly by the wine glass, but the guards outside had entered the room tacitly and dragged the manager out.

Zhuanghou poured another glass of wine slowly, "Investigate thoroughly the bribes he has accepted over the years."

Just when Xiaochi thought that he might say "Confiscate the bribes he received", he heard Zhuang Hou said indifferently: "Statistics of all the bribes he has received over the years, find someone to sing the report next to him, and then let him Things, one by one, I swallowed them all in my stomach."

"Gather all the servants and slaves in the Zhuang Mansion and watch the whole process from the sidelines. Tell them that if anyone dares to accept bribes again, this is their end."

There was a moment of dead silence in the room, and the manager finally came to his senses and howled like crazy.

But the cold wind poured in for a moment, but the man was dragged out. There were a few movements outside the house, but he couldn't make a sound.

Zhuanghou used his toes to lift the face of the prince who was lying on the ground.

Seeing the manager's fate with his own eyes, Wang Gongzi's face was already pale, and that delicate and beautiful face was now full of embarrassing snot and tears.He was so frightened that he could speak incoherently: "Master Hou, spare your life! Slave... I only do such a stupid thing because of my heart for Lord Hou. I will never dare again, never dare again! Please don't kill me, my lord!"

Zhuang Hou smiled softly, "Who do you care about, what does it matter to me? You are just amazingly stupid. You are one thing, but you want to destroy another thing in me."

"But you always forget that as things, only the master has the right to dispose of it." Zhuanghou sighed, "How can I punish you for being so self-righteous?"

Zhuang Hou withdrew his foot, and Prince Wang was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, Zhuang Hou threw the second cup.

Xiao Chi knelt on the ground, not daring to look at it, he heard people from outside coming in and restraining the prince.

However, Zhuang Hou's trial has not yet been issued.

He walked over silently on the street stall, and stopped in front of Xiaochi.

In an instant, Xiaochi clenched the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

But he knew that he must not make moves at this distance.

He is so close to Zhuang Yan, there is no way to deal with him, not to mention the distance between him and Zhuang Hou, there is no possibility at all.

It was just an instinctive fear, and he was subconsciously looking for something to protect himself in such a fearful environment.

Zhuang Hou bent slightly, pinched his chin, and exposed his face.

Xiaochi was still kneeling on the ground, and under such circumstances, he caught Zhuanghou's eyes unpreparedly.

Zhuang Hou's cold eyes were like a poisonous snake staring at its prey. He let the bright candlelight shine on the scar on Xiaochi's face, and the hand he was squeezing his chin was cold and sticky, and smelled too spicy of alcohol.

After a while, he let go of Xiaochi, retracted his hand, turned his head and asked, "Which hand did you scratch his face?"

Prince Wang was so frightened that he burst into tears, his body limp on the ground, unable to speak a word.

"Don't say?... Then count all your fingers."

Zhuang Hou nodded, and said calmly: "Pick a few whetstones, and use the whetstone to grind off his ten fingers. Drag him to the backyard for execution, let everyone watch, what is the rule, and then give him to me throw it out."

Prince Wang fainted from fright, and he was dragged out without mercy.

When he first entered the mansion, the prince was charming and flirtatious, and the scene of showing off the Lord Marquis' favor in front of him is still vivid, but now it has come to such an ending.

A male favorite who doesn't have any other skills, now that he lost his hands and ten fingers and was driven out of the house, his life would be worse than death.

Another person was dragged out, and there were only two of them left in the room.

Koike shivered all over.

He finally understood why his father once said that no one who was employed by the Marquis of Zhuang dared to be halfhearted.

A slight dissatisfaction would result in such an end, the methods were so cruel that people were horrified, and everyone was asked to observe the punishment. In the next few days, the whole Hou Mansion would probably be monolithic, and no one would dare to rebel.

At this time, Xiao Chi didn't want those Zhuang Hou's personal guards to just withdraw like this, leaving him alone to get along with this devil in human skin.

Zhuanghou looked at the lines on his back, but laughed, "Your name is...Xiaochi?"

"In the ruins, when I grabbed your feet and dragged you out of that dog hole, you were not what you are now."

There was a bit of playfulness in Zhuang Hou's voice, "At that time, you were really scared and tried desperately to avoid me."

Xiaochi fell on the ground without saying a word.

"Even I have to admit that it's really rare for you to look like this."

Marquis Zhuang circled around his body, "At that time, he was busy liquidating Luo E's rebellious old department. He didn't have time to take care of you, so he sent you back to the mansion. He wanted someone to teach you the rules of serving others... ..."

"I asked someone to send you back, but you, who were so afraid of me, took the initiative to climb onto my son's bed."

The blade of the dagger was pressed against the flesh, already warmed by Koike's arm.

In front of his eyes, he could only see the corner of the tiger skin spread on the ground, and his hand hidden in the right sleeve was holding the dagger, even trembling a little weakly.

Zhuanghou's voice seemed to be getting closer, and it sounded above his head: "My son has never seen anything that he didn't like, nor did he particularly like anything. I used to be a little distressed. The child's indifference is so much like his mother."

The man's thoughts jumped extremely fast, cold sweat wet Xiaochi's forehead, he told himself over and over again in fear to calm down, and struggled to keep up with Zhuanghou's train of thought.

"Shanniang is a very good woman, but she is too kind. She can't bear such a filthy human heart and morals, she just tore apart a corner."

Zhuang Hou's voice was cold, but there was an imperceptible intimacy.Xiaochi quickly looked up at him, but saw him walking into the inner room, looking at a picture scroll hanging on the wall.

On the picture scroll is a plainly dressed woman who is picking herbs in the mountains with a straw basket on her back. Her upturned face has beautiful features, but there is a deep melancholy and sadness in her eyes that cannot be appealed to.

"I don't want Zhuang Yan... to be as kind and kind as his mother. In such a dangerous world, only repaying ten times more decisively and viciously can shock the world. Human nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and ingratitude is even more so. It's human nature, he spreads his kindness and attracts praise from everyone, it's not as good as me to make an example of others so that others don't dare to think otherwise."

Zhuang Hou's voice seemed to be sighing: "Poor parents in the world, I only have one child, Zhuang Yan."

Following the tiger skin on the ground, Zhuang Hou picked up the wine on the table and walked back to Xiaochi.

He heard Zhuang Hou say: "My son has always kept himself clean, and he has always kept a respectful distance from the people in my backyard. This is the first time I saw him have something he loves, and he even did such a ridiculous thing to rob people from me."

He sat on the blanket in front of Xiaochi, pinched Xiaochi's neck with one hand, forcing all the expressions on his face to be hidden under the candlelight.

Zhuanghou is over forty years old, but he is well maintained. He carefully observes Xiaochi's eyebrows, hair, shoulders and waist. His light is like a cold poisonous snake. Every inch of exposed skin has been ruthlessly scrutinized. .

"Zhuang Yan has a good eye."

Zhuang Hou looked at him with a gentle expression, but also a little disappointment that people could not understand, "It's just...the flowers haven't bloomed yet."

He stood up, threw Xiaochi back to the ground, and stepped on his arm mercilessly.

Xiaochi's body trembled violently, and he swallowed the pain that almost came out of his mouth, back into his stomach.

The dagger he hid in his sleeve, the foot that Zhuang Hou stepped on, changed the angle and inserted directly into his arm.

Cold sweat rolled down his face in an instant, but Xiaochi didn't dare to let out a sound.

Did Zhuang Hou notice it?

Almost the next moment, Xiaochi fell into an unprecedented panic - he found out!He must have found out!

Zhuang Hou said slowly: "I don't know why, but I have a premonition...you won't let me down."

He put more force on his feet, and the dagger slowly pierced into his arm. The severe pain made the young man's thin body tremble.

This man has no trace of pity and compassion.

The general manager who has served in the Zhuang Mansion for ten years, he will kill as soon as he says, even if the Prince Wang who has a bed with him is lucky enough to get his life back, the rest of his life will be worse than death.

The cruelty and violence of Zhuang Hou's methods made people feel chilling.

You can't beg for mercy, and it's useless to beg for mercy. This devil will not soften his heart.

And Xiaochi knew almost subconsciously that Zhuang Hou didn't like others begging for mercy.Until the last moment, he couldn't recruit anything.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, his hair stuck to Xiaochi's sweaty face, and his eyes were slightly slackened.

Is it only here?

Xiaochi thought inappropriately, this room is really too hot.

Is it the same temperature that the father and the queen felt at the last moment of their lives when they burned the palace?

Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Hou grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

The way Zhuang Hou looked at him still seemed to be looking down on the ants, but he patted Xiaochi's face lightly, and there was more playfulness on his face.

His voice became softer, "It's thorny, interesting...it's a famous flower."

At this moment, outside the quiet courtyard of Zhuang Hou, there was a sudden shout.

"Young master—no entry is allowed without the order of the Marquis!"

Zhuang Hou looked up suddenly, and saw that the closed door was pushed wide open with a "bang".

His only son, Zhuang Yan, was wearing a suit of armor. Obviously he had just returned home from the army, and before he had time to change his clothes, he heard the news and broke into his yard directly.