Outside the door, a figure quietly left the door and walked towards the courtyard door in a hurry.
Xu was walking in a hurry. As soon as he crossed the threshold of the small courtyard, he bumped into a maid.
The maid fell to the ground, looked up at the person who bumped into her, and immediately took back her curse words.
While rubbing her breasts, she pouted her little mouth and said aggrievedly:
"Second Young Master, it hurts so much when you hit me!"
Changsun Huan looked around and saw no one was around, so he pulled the maid up.
Then without any explanation, he pulled the girl behind a secluded rockery.
The maid rubbed her chest with one hand and supported Changsun Huan's chest with the other, and said angrily:
"Sir, why did you come here?"
Changsun Huan stretched out his index finger, lifted the maid's chin, and said with a smile:
"What? You little prodigal can't wait any longer?"
The maid reached out and patted Changsun Huan on the chest, and said angrily:
"Sir, you are making fun of the slave family again, you are really evil!"
Changsun Huan stretched out his hand to cover the maid's soft breasts, kneaded them twice, and said with an evil smile:
"Let me teach you what is truly bad!"
After saying this, Changsun Huan grasped the girl's slender waist with ease, and then gently patted the girl's buttocks.
The girl is also spiritual and turned around immediately after being attacked.
During the whole process, except for glancing at Changsun Huan with her moist eyes, the girl showed no intention of struggling at all.
On the contrary, he was extremely obedient, or cooperative.
The two people barely communicated with each other verbally, relying entirely on body language to complete this docking!
Obviously the two of them are already familiar with this matter!
After one stick of incense,
Changsun Huan straightened his clothes, looked at the girl lying limply on the ground, leaned over and reached out to pat her cheek, and asked proudly:
"How is it? How is it compared to your master?"
The maid's face turned red, she grabbed Chang Sun Huan's wrist and rubbed her little face into Chang Sun Huan's palm, as obediently as a kitten.
"The difference between the young master and him is Yunni!"
Changsun Huan stretched out his hand and pinched the girl, then nodded with satisfaction.
The maid's name is Chuncao. She is the maid in Changsun Chong's room. She has been serving Changsun Chong for two years.
Originally, her biggest wish in her life was to be officially taken into the eldest son's house as a concubine after her son got married.
Until one day half a month ago, she met the second young master at her house. The second young master said that she had something to bring to the eldest young master, so she followed the second young master back to the house without any precautions.
Then there is the old plot. As expected, she was snatched away by the second young master. At first, she wanted to resist, and even thought about telling the first young master about it.
But she soon gave up on this unrealistic idea, because as the second young master said, if she dared to tell the truth, there was only one fate waiting for her, and that was to be sold out by Zhang Sun Chong.
As she compromised and gave in, the second young master became more and more aggressive, with no intention of letting her go. He would look for her every now and then.
In addition, in the past two months or so, the eldest young master's health has become worse and worse, and she has gradually succumbed to the second young master's lustful power, and has even become his spy.
After Changsun Chong fell unconscious yesterday, she immediately informed Changsun Huan of the matter.
Not only that, she also vaguely agreed to Changsun Huan that she would go to Changsun Chong's house for a heart-wrenching fight today!
After the maid Chun Cao straightened her clothes, she hesitated and said to Chang Sun Huan:
"Sir, you just went to the yard, but to find a slave?"
Changsun Huan chuckled and said:
"Well, I was originally going to find you to fulfill yesterday's promise, but as soon as I entered the door, I heard someone talking in the house, so I came out."
Chun Cao's face turned red when she heard this, but then she thought about something and sighed:
"It's Alang. He invited Master Miaoying to come over today to see the eldest son. Hey, he may be disappointed. The eldest son may wake up soon."
Changsun Huan's eyes flashed when he heard this, and his eyes looking at Chuncao became even gentler.
He stretched out his hand and pinched Chun Cao's little face, then hugged her into his arms and said softly:
"It doesn't matter, there may be another chance in the future."
Chun Cao squinted and leaned into Chang Sun Huan's arms, humming softly, as if she was fascinated by the warmth in Chang Sun Huan's arms.
Unfortunately, with her eyes closed, she didn't know that the expression on the face of the man holding her was so ferocious and terrifying.
...
In Changsun Chong's room.
Sun Simiao sat beside the bed, gently put Chang Sun Chong's hand back into the brocade quilt, and then smiled and nodded towards Chang Sun Chong.
Then he got up and hit the Taoist leader, Sun Wuji.
"Dong Qi, Master Ling's illness is no longer serious. As long as you follow the prescription prescribed by the old man, he will be able to recover in as little as seven days or as long as ten days."
Hearing this, Changsun Wuji immediately showed a smile on his face. He saluted Sun Simiao and said:
"Thank you so much for coming to the rescue!"
Sun Simiao smiled and waved his hand and said:
"Mr. Qi, you're welcome."
After saying that, he picked up the medicine box and carried it on his shoulder.
"I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I'll take my leave and go back to Zhuangzi."
When Changsun Wuji heard that Sun Simiao was leaving, he was afraid that his son would not be able to seek medical treatment if something happened to him, so he tried every means to persuade him to stay.
Sun Simiao knew Changsun Wuji's thoughts in his heart, so in the end he could only agree to stay overnight in Changsun's mansion and return to Qinjiazhuang early tomorrow morning.
However, he also proposed that he should first go find Qin Da, who sent him to Changsun Mansion, and ask him to send news back to Qin Mansion.
Changsun Wuji was well aware of this, so he called the housekeeper and took Sun Simiao to find the servant of the Qin Mansion.
After Sun Simiao left, Changsun Wuji sat by the bed. Looking at his son who had just returned from the hell gate, Changsun Wuji felt full of concern and distress.
He reached out and touched Changsun Chong's head and said softly:
"It's okay, Chong'er. Are you hungry now? What do you want to eat? My father asked the kitchen to cook it for you!"
Changsun Chong shook his head slightly, his lips trembling slightly.
"Speak slowly, speak slowly."
This was the first time since Changsun Chong could remember that he heard his father talking to him in such a soft tone.
Looking at his father's haggard face and the dust-stained crimson official robe on his body, Changsun Chong shed tears instantly from the corners of his eyes.
He wanted to get up, but perhaps because he was too weak, he didn't get up all of a sudden. Seeing this, Changsun Wuji quickly stretched out his hand to hold Changsun Chong's shoulder.
"You have been in a coma for a day and a night, and your body is still a little weak. Just lie down quietly."
Changsun Chong nodded his chin slightly, and then said in a hoarse voice:
"Dad, my child has disappointed you!"
Changsun Wuji heard this and patted Changsun Chong's shoulder lightly.
"You should take good care of your health now, don't think too much about anything, and leave the rest to your father, you know?"
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