The next day, General Yan Fuguang woke up, his face as dark as the dark clouds in the sky.
He took a bath for an hour, his long hair was wet and draped behind his back, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked like a young girl who had abandoned herself after being violated.
Lu Qing dragged her half-broken body to kneel in front of him again.
The difference from last night was that this time there were two more people with her - Fang Jinbao and Aunt Zhong.
The sound of his knuckles tapping on the table seemed to come from hell. He didn't even say a word, and the air pressure in the room dropped to an extremely low level. Everyone present held their breath.
The atmosphere was deadlocked, and Lu Qing pressed her lips tightly together.
Aunt Zhong dared to do what she wanted. She straightened her back and said nothing. She didn't even say a word to defend herself: "Your Highness, it was all my slave's idea. I am willing to be punished."
Fang Jinbao is not a villain either. He bravely admitted: "I also make mistakes, and I am willing to be punished."
They were the old people left by Imperial Concubine Zhao to Yan Fuguang. They had watched Yan Fuguang grow up almost since childhood, and they had different feelings for each other.
And going to the root of it, they were also thinking about Yan Fuguang, because if he didn't detoxify, his life would be endangered.
This means that from beginning to end, Lu Qing was the unlucky one.
Poor Lu Qing shrank her neck and breathed softly, feeling deeply that the flames of this confrontation would only burn on her alone.
Yan Fuguang became angry and said coolly: "In that case, each person will have ten big boards."
He paused, his cold eyes accidentally caught sight of Lu Qing moving away immediately, looking very upset.
Three people, one person has ten boards.
No one in Fang Jinbao or Grandma Zhong dared to be cruel. The thunder was loud and the raindrops were small, and the injuries to the muscles and bones did not exist at all. Just apply some ointment and heal in a few days.
But she had no affection for Yan Fuguang, and Lu Qing lay on the stool with a certain death mentality.
The guard who was still holding the board saw how pitiful she was and was worried about her accepting the favor, so he dropped the board a little lighter.
But even so, Lu Qing still bit her lip, sweating profusely and passed out.
She was seriously injured. Fang Jinbao and Aunt Zhong both recovered, and she woke up from her coma.
From then on, Lu Qing stayed in the house recovering from her injuries.
Except for Aunt Zhong who came here twice a day, she never saw anyone else during this period.
Lu Qing's situation in Hemingyuan became increasingly embarrassing.
Although he has been favored, it is obvious that Yan Fuguang's attitude is not so wonderful.
The other four people who were selected as the maidservants with her were still waiting in front of Yan Fuguang, but Lu Qing was like a taboo and could not be mentioned casually.
Her energy and energy have been worn away, and it would be better to give her life or death than the current situation.
Stirring the white porridge in the bowl, Lu Qing had no appetite at all.
"Mommy, I..."
Grandma Zhong glanced at Lu Qing and said calmly: "You haven't recovered yet, so don't worry."
"I can't be in a hurry..." Lu Qing murmured to himself, "If, I mean if, if the prince doesn't want to see me, can I still go back to the embroidery room?"
"No." Aunt Zhong's answer was decisive, "You are already His Highness's."
Lu Qing's heart was so confused that it was hard to express the bitterness.
Seeing that she understood the situation and was not fussy about things, Grandma Zhong softened her attitude a little and said with unclear meaning: "After this period of time, maybe you will be thankful for your perseverance when you look back."
There is too much to say, but the fact that Lu Qing has survived until now can already explain Yan Fuguang's unusual attitude.
Unbeknownst to others, she and Fang Jinbao could see it clearly.
There was no one around Lu Qing who could negotiate, and Aunt Zhong was so experienced, so she subconsciously listened to Aunt Zhong's words.
"Okay, I listen to you."
Grandma Zhong always likes people who are well-behaved and obedient, and she chose Lu Qing for this reason.
**
Winter is completely over.
Hemingyuan is full of spring.
When Lu Qing appeared in everyone's sight again, Jing Feng, Tao Yu, and Xue'er immediately cast disdainful looks at him.
"I usually keep quiet but I didn't notice it. Some people shamelessly climb into the master's bed! They deserve it!"
In fact, many people could guess what happened that night, but they couldn't help but didn't dare to bite their master's tongue. They only dared to point the finger at Lu Qing.
Tao Yu and Xue'er covered their lips and chuckled, echoing Jing Feng: "It's not that you can't see it. People do big things in silence, but in the end they end up stealing the chicken but losing the rice!"
They lived in the same room as Lu Qing and personally witnessed the process of Lu Qing being selected by Aunt Zhong that night. The jealousy in their hearts had already gone to their heads.
During the days when Lu Qing was recovering from his injuries, they were all looking forward to Lu Qing's immediate death.
Now seeing her reappearing in front of everyone, all the long-standing complaints and dissatisfaction came flooding back.
Taoyu said coldly: "That's ridiculous. You don't think that you are different from us just because you are favored, do you?"
Lu Qing remained silent.
It wasn't that she didn't want to refute, but she believed that what they said was correct to some extent.
Apart from the fact that she was not feeling happy at all, all the embarrassing words were comments on her true situation.
Lu Qing didn't say anything, Jing Feng and the others got closer and closer.
Ji Qin couldn't stand it anymore and said with a straight face: "Haven't you said enough? Aunt Zhong will be here soon."
Jing Feng was annoyed: "Ji Qin, are you helping her?!"
She and Ji Qin were originally the maids of Hemingyuan, and after being selected as the maids of the general room, they were implicitly the leaders.
When Jing Feng learned that Lu Qing was favored, her teeth almost broke.
She was unwilling and unconvinced.
It's obvious that Ji Qin's character is much better than hers.
Normally, Ji Qin and Lu Qing had little friendship. During the days when they were working as errands in Hemingyuan, the two of them performed their respective duties and rarely talked to each other, but she still stood up.
"That's enough, Jing Feng, we are all maids."
Jing Feng glared at Lu Qing for a few times, then turned around and sulked.
Aunt Zhong didn't care about the quarrels among the maids. She arranged everything resolutely and specifically ordered Lu Qing to comb Yan Fuguang's hair later.
Half an hour later, Yan Fuguang stood up.
After washing and putting on his clothes, he sat on the stool.
Fang Jinbao winked, and Lu Qing stood behind Yan Fuguang with a wooden comb in hand.
Yan Fuguang said nothing and looked cold. It was hard to tell whether he remembered Lu Qing or not.
Lu Qing concentrated on taking care of the black hair in her hands, and stepped back when everything was in order.
Fang Jinbao did not dare to remind Yan Fuguang who Luqing was, and he guessed that Yan Fuguang would not recognize him, so he could only praise him exaggeratedly: "The craftsmanship is good. From now on, you will tie His Highness's hair."
Lu Qing's palms were wet with sweat, and her heartbeat was slow.
She was afraid that Yan Fuguang would strangle her to death.
Fortunately, after waiting for a while, he didn't hear him speak - he had no objection to Fang Jinbao's arrangement.
The nerves that had been tense for many days were relaxed, and at this moment, Lu Qing heard the pounding heartbeat in her chest.
She came to life.
