The eldest young master has always been moody, and no one can understand his thoughts. There was a maid in the madam's courtyard who came to give him something, but he ordered someone to beat her until she was covered in blood and threw her back into the madam's courtyard. .
The eldest son and the second son lived close to each other. When Wen Ying passed by the second son's yard, she reluctantly took a look inside, but could see nothing except the high courtyard wall.
She couldn't even imagine how proud she would be when Wen Lian went to see the second young master.
Just as she was thinking about it, she walked to the eldest son's courtyard. She took two deep breaths and braved her way in, but she didn't expect that as soon as she took a step inside, a sword was placed across her neck: "Wen Ying? "
Wen Ying's body tensed up at the sudden change, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her head to look at the sword's owner.
It was Mo Yi who was beside the eldest young master.
Mo Yi was about the same age as her, and she had met several times from the Lu family, but she didn't know why Mo Yi looked so disgusted with her every time he saw her.
When his eyes fell on the tray in her hand, the sword also approached for a moment. Wen Ying was so frightened that she quickly took a step back and hurriedly raised the tray in her hand: "Brother Mo, this servant is here to deliver things to the young master. .”
"Send something?" Mo Yi coldly snorted. He must have been with the eldest young master for a long time, and the look on his face was somewhat similar to the eldest young master.
"Why are you so dressed up to give me something? Don't think I don't know what the old woman is thinking about sending you here."
Wen Ying felt even more unjust and quickly shook her head. She wanted to accuse him, but she wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.
At this moment, the eldest son's lazy and casual voice came from inside: "Come in."
Mo Yi glanced at her, reluctantly withdrew his sword, took a few steps back and continued to play in the courtyard, both practicing his martial arts and seeming to be warning her to keep her boundaries.
Wen Ying's heart beat faster. Every time she took a step forward, she felt her legs become weaker. Until she slowly moved in, she didn't dare to raise her head. She only bowed her body low and held the tray in her hand. Go forward and present: "Sir, these are the autumn clothes my wife has prepared for you."
Perhaps because of fear, her voice sounded soft and waxy, as if Lu Cong was only dragged into some memories. His eyes narrowed, and he did not tell her to get up, but his voice was calm and dangerous: "Come and find her." Me, just sending clothes?"
Wen Ying's eyelashes trembled. If it weren't for the gift of clothes, she would have never set foot in the eldest son's yard.
Last night, her arms were already a little sore in order to stabilize herself during the collision. Now that she had been lifting the tray for a while, her arms could not help but tremble.
"I don't dare to disturb the eldest master. I'm just being ordered to give you clothes."
She was stuttering because she was too scared and nervous. She didn't know which words or words she had offended him. She instantly felt as if her whole body had become cold. The next moment, the eldest young master stood up and walked slowly towards her. before.
Wen Ying didn't dare to breathe. The cold breath of the eldest young master lingered around her. Out of instinct, she knelt down and begged for mercy: "Young master, please calm down. I really don't dare to bother you with other matters."
But he heard a sneer coming from above his head: "Are you so afraid of me?"
"I don't dare, slave."
"Don't you dare? I think you dare to do anything." His voice was cold as he ordered her, "Raise your head up."
Wen Ying didn't understand his intention, but she listened to his words and raised her head to look at him, but she directly ran into his meaningful eyes.
She had never been so close to the eldest young master. She seemed to be able to smell the scent of melting pines and snow on his body. She always felt that the eldest young master looked at her with a strange look in his eyes today, but now she could see it clearly. She was displeased. But it was mixed with a little confusion and complaint. No matter what Wen Ying thought, she didn't think his emotions could match hers.
But when she looked at the eldest young master, she couldn't help but sigh. She had never noticed before that although the eldest young master and the second young master were not from the same mother, their eyes were very similar. In the past, the second young master was gentle. You can't tell the warmth, but the eyes that were stained with desire and possession last night were very similar to the eldest son's eyes.
"Have seen enough?"
Wen Ying suddenly came to her senses and quickly kowtowed to him: "Young Master, please forgive me. I have no intention of overstepping my bounds."
What she said didn't seem to be close to his heart. He murmured and repeated her words, then took out the sword from behind and stabbed directly at the tray in her hand. The tip of the sword was sharp, not to mention the clothes, even the tray. It was pierced through and nailed to the ground.
Wen Ying was startled and she ducked back. She saw all the emotions in the eldest son's eyes dissipated, leaving only an ant-like indifference: "Take your things and get out."
His tone was cold and hard. Wen Ying was frightened. She wanted to take the tray but couldn't. Her eyes were red with anxiety. She raised her eyes to look at the eldest son, but he said: "Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me." .”
Wenying felt she was wronged, but she didn't dare to look at her anymore. She could only shake her hands, hold the hilt of the sword, and pull out the tray with force.
She held the sword in both hands and presented it to the eldest son. Her white hands reflected the sharp edge of the sword. Lu Congzhi's Adam's apple rolled, his warm palm pressed against her hand, and he took the sword.
"roll."
Wenying hurriedly said yes, picked up the tray and trotted out as if running away.
She was so worried that she went all the way back to the lady's courtyard. Qian's mother looked at the clothes in her hands and took them out properly, but she came back with a big hole in them. She could only sigh slightly: "Be smarter next time, big brother." The young master refused to accept it, so he quietly destroyed the clothes. Anyway, no one dared to confront the eldest young master about the whereabouts of a few things."
Wenying nodded to Qian's mother, but couldn't say a single word of thanks.
She captured the words in Mama Qian’s words – next time.
Will she go to see the eldest son again next time? God bless, there won't be a next time.
The morning was uneventful and frustrating, but the afternoon went much smoother. When it got dark, Wen Ying was finally able to go back to her room to rest, but she didn't expect that someone threw her clothes to the ground.
Not only her coat, but also her underwear stained with her first blood last night...
