Chapter 74 The Fate of the Slave

Yan Song saw that Xiaowei's burden was bulging, which was a little inexplicable. When the little girl went in, the burden was on her shoulder and it was not so bulging. How could she become like this when she came out... He didn't even think about it. He rushed out of the alley, and a few arrows walked forward and came to Xiaowei.

Xiaowei was about to be on her way when she suddenly saw Yan Song appear in front of him. Her little face turned red. Then she lowered her head and took a step back. She raised her head and looked at Yan Song: "Young master, you're back."

Yan Song nodded and looked at the eyes of the slave in front of him without blinking, and the latter did not dare to look up. Yan Song was waiting for the other party to explain what was in his arms, but when he saw the little girl holding him tightly in his arms and lowering his head, he didn't say a word. In the end, the teenager's heart softened after all. He felt that it was not easy for the little girl to take whatever he wanted, so he changed the topic and asked, "Where are you going?"

When Xiaowei heard the words, she took a deep breath, raised her head again, and looked at Yan Song with bright eyes: "Xiaowei has been expelled from the family. I'm here to say goodbye to the prince. I-I--"

Seeing that the little girl squeaked, Yan Song did not embarrass her and gently raised his hand: "Well, stop talking, I know it." When he said this, he saw that the maidservant's body suddenly trembled, sighed and continued, "Find a good place and do a good job in the future." As he spoke, he bypassed the slave and walked to Jianzhai.

After tossing for a long time, Yan Song was very thirsty. He walked into Jianzhai, poured a large glass of water, drank it, and looked out through the window. He didn't want to see the maid outside the door turn around and looked at him through the window. His eyes were full of reluctance. Yan Song was stunned and immediately turned his head to continue drinking water. After a moment, he turned his head and saw the slave outside the window sighing. Then he turned around and walked away slowly with the burden in his arms.

When Xiaowei's figure went away, Yan Song drank all the tea in the cup, and then suddenly smashed the cup in his hand to the ground. He shook his sleeves and planned to drop the kettle on the table with the fruit plate, but at this time, a voice suddenly came from outside the window: "Yan Song!"

Yan Song heard the words and hurriedly turned around, but saw a young man in blue carrying two knives and standing out of the window looking at him with a serious face! The depression on Yan Song's face immediately faded and was replaced by a slight surprise: "Ling Han?" As he spoke, he walked forward to open the door. Ling Han didn't answer. He walked into Jianzhai, found a seat casually, and sat down.

Yan Song has seen some clues from the other party's behavior. Thinking about the previous cruel confrontation with the Wuya Sword School so that it flattened its sect, he certainly knew the purpose of the Wuya Sword School's most proud disciple who came here. Seeing that the other party was still polite, he first said, "The Wuya Sword School and my Yan family Love, you must have heard about it.

"I just heard that," Ling Han replied simply, "After the Xuanwu list, I left Ye Nancheng to continue to practice, but I didn't expect that in just two or three months, my endless sword faction was destroyed!" When he spoke, a cold light in his eyes shot at Yan Song, although his tone was calm.

"For the reason of the Central Plains, I hope you can look at it objectively." Yan Song didn't know why. Although he had only met him a few times, he had a good impression of the young man in blue in front of him from the Xuanwu list. Now when he saw his behavior, he was somewhat admired, so he poured a cup of tea for the enemy.

But unexpectedly, the other party suddenly stood up and ignored his tea in front of him, with a very calm expression: "Ten years of revenge, revenge, but the revenge of the destruction of the family can't be counted like this. I have been planning to make a fair comparison with you for a long time."

"Death or death or end?" Yan Song took the teacup back.

"Are you afraid?" Ling Han asked.

"I'm going to the imperial capital these days, so if I want to compare it, I have to hurry up." Yan Song said and drank all the water in the cup.

Hearing this, Ling Han lowered his head and thought for a moment, then stood up and said goodbye, "Okay, I'll go to the imperial capital to find you then."

"Panlong Sword Academy." Yan Song hugged Ling Han, and Ling Han said nothing more and turned around and walked out of Jianzhai.

After closing the door, Yan Song felt that today's experience was very boring. After drinking several glasses of water, he was not thirsty, but he could not be interested in eating. This series of trivial things made him angry. So he shook his head, walked upstairs, walked into his room, and fell down on **. Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest, the teenager suddenly saw a beautiful cloth bag on the table at the head of the bed, with a piece of paper pressed under the cloth bag.

Yan Song was puzzled, so he took the cloth bag and paper together. He planned to see what was in the bag, but he saw the words on the paper. At first glance, he saw that Xiaowei were written on the signature. His handwriting was tender and obviously he didn't write very often. Yan Song straightened the paper and saw it written: Last night, when she heard the patriarch say that the prince fainted and could not go to the banquet, Xiaowei was at a loss. The soup bowl in her hand unconsciously splashed Miss Yan Jia. The crime was unforgivable and she was expelled from Yan's house. Before leaving, I didn't see the prince. I was so presumptuous that I returned the orange crystal card. After the care of Mr. Meng, Xiaowei was very grateful and made his own ideas. She took a pure land in the backyard of Jianzhai to commemorate it. Pray for the son's health.

The words are as big as buckets, and there are many other words, but they are horizontal and vertical. The words are attentive, and the strokes are like a child who has just learned to write. It made Yan Song feel sad for a while. He hurriedly opened the exquisite cloth bag and took out a card from it. It was the orange crystal card he gave her when he asked Xiaowei to move away. At this moment, there was a sudden muffled thunder outside the house, which made Yan Song drop the orange crystal card on the ground.

"It turned out that I was concerned about my injury. It turned out that the burden was the soil of Yan Mansion. The orange crystal card I gave her had not moved. It turned out that she was absent-minded with Yan Li these days..."

He patted his head fiercely, and the teenager got up, flew downstairs and ran to the street. His mind thought about the direction Xiaowei walked when she left, and his feet stepped out, which shocked the pedestrians on the street to stop collectively. However, he ran far away and did not see Xiaowei's figure. At present, he looked for several other streets, but after looking for a long time, he still couldn't find it.

The afternoon sun was covered by a dark cloud. Soon, there were a few muffled thunders. People on the street began to hurry up, and Yan Song was still in such a hurry. He looked for a few more streets, but still couldn't see Xiaowei's figure. At this time, the thunder was rolling, and the bean-sized raindrops were cracking down like waterfalls. The people on the street were eager to find a place to shelter from the rain and disappeared into the haze, becoming fewer and fewer and fewer.

Finally, only Yan Song was still running in the rain. The rain wet his clothes and put his hair on his face. He ran to a higher white arch bridge and looked around, but the surrounding was hazy, and even the willow trees by the bridge could not be seen clearly like smoke.

He was anxious and didn't care about his face. He grabbed a person who sheltered from the rain under the tree and asked him about Xun Xiaowei's whereabouts. After his hope failed, he was not discouraged and rushed to a eaves and hurriedly asked several people if they had seen Xiaowei. Those people looked at each other and said how we knew what you were talking about. Who is Wei? She directly regarded him as a madman and hurriedly dismissed him in a few words.

He broke into the rain again, from one street to another, constantly asking questions and searching. He had four years of experience as a slave. He understood servants better than others, but he suspected that his maidservant had stolen things - the little girl just took a bunch of pure land as a souvenir.

Previously, he almost sent this slave named Xiaowei to Death's mouth. He regretted it and saved her. This time, he listened to the slander and regarded his slave as the kind of treacherous person they said. As a result, this time, the fatherless girl lived on the street.

His mind unconsciously recalled Xiaowei's reluctant expression when she parted with the burden, but at that time, he didn't listen to the other party's words and let him go directly. He didn't even pay attention to Xiaowei's last helpless look through the window. He didn't know the moment the girl turned around, and the soft sigh How much pressure and helplessness it contains!

The teenager kept running in the rain. He imagined running to the street countless times and suddenly looked back. There was a poor girl under the tree not far away. The girl looked at him. He looked at the girl, and then he would run over without hesitation and hold the trembling girl in his arms... But he ran to the street countless times, nothing Looking back several times, what came into my eyes was a sound rain curtain!

It rained all afternoon, and Yan Song also dragged his tired body at dusk and walked back to Jianzhai. Throughout the afternoon, he was like a dream. A heavy rain drenched his irritation, but wet his mood. He sat in a chair like that, looking at the street outside through the window without blinking.

After a while, Yan Jia, Yan Ke and Yan Li Yan Yan came from outside. The four of them were not wet. Obviously, they waited for the rain to stop before they came out of the sprinkler. Seeing Yan Song in wet clothes from the window, Yan Li was stunned and shouted. He didn't leave the main door. He jumped directly into the room from the window and said in surprise, "Hey, brother, are you all right? How did it happen?"

At this time, Yan Jia and others also came from outside the door. Seeing Yan Song's silent stupid appearance, Yan Jia directly turned to the upstairs and said, "Come upstairs and sit, leave him alone! He is a genius, not at the same level as us. What kind of person is he? He is still angry when he provokes others, hum!" With that, he stamped his feet and walked upstairs.

Yan Yan came close to Yan Song again and cared about a few words. She asked him to change his clothes first, otherwise he would catch a cold, but Yan Song still turned a deaf ear. Yan Ke stopped talking for a long time, and finally said, "Hey, are you all right? What do you want to talk to everyone about?"

Yan Song slowly stood up and looked at Yan Ke. Yan Ke was stunned. Yan Song patted him on the shoulder: "You can sit down. I'll go to the patriarch to do something." With that, he walked to the back door.

At this time, Yan Jia suddenly withdrew from the stairs and shouted, "Are you trying to reason with my father? OK, you can find it. My father can slap me for a girl, and naturally he can break my leg for a genius! Go! Go!" When she arrived at the back, Yan Song had already walked out of the back door. Seeing that the latter looked indifferent, she pouted with anger and said to Yan Ke, "Don't him. Come and sit down. People like him hit the south wall without looking back, and ten cows can't pull back!"

Several people were speechless, looked at each other, and walked to the second floor together. The door of Yan Song's room was wide open, and the letter eagle inside saw a stranger coming. From time to time, several people were curious and wanted to see the blue eagle that was full of one person's height, so with Yan Jia's permission, they entered Yan Song's room. Looking at several people around the blue eagle, looking at it and admiring it, Yan Jia tuded twice and glanced away.

As a result, she inadvertently saw the notes and cloth bags on the table next to Yan Song's head of the bed. Out of curiosity, she walked over and read what the letter said. Suddenly, her expression stiffened. She picked up the orange crystal card that fell to the ground and couldn't help saying, "Have I wronged her?"