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The blood all over his body froze and became cold at that moment, and his face that had lost all color was dull.

Yueniang didn't leave him too much time to think, she dragged her into a hidden side door, and turned in just like that.

She closed the door with a snap, and the outside world seemed to be cut off from it. Wen Chujin's hands and feet were cold, and what she heard were the noisy voices in the pavilion, the soft and flattering voices of women, and the voices of men teasing or drinking, which were deafening to her ears. endlessly.

"What on earth are you going to do?" Wen Chujin tried her best to lower her voice, appearing more calm, but the vibrato at the end of the sentence was still captured by Yueniang.

"Don't panic, those people outside can hear it."

Hearing her fright, Wen Chujin hurriedly leaned in, with panic still remaining on her face.

"Haha, I lied to you." Yueniang looked at him and laughed, "It scares you."

The smile in the eyes is also fleeting, and then it is greedy. Such a good young child cannot be wasted.

"I see you are alone, lonely, and have nothing to rely on." Yueniang embroidered shoes walked forward, her brows could not bear it, "It's better to come here to do odd jobs or something, it's better than staying on the street."

Wen Chujin was a little smarter this time, she moved back slightly, "I've already redeemed myself."

"Oh, little boy, who do you think I am?" Yueniang exclaimed, "Why would I hurt you again?"

"Besides, I don't have the guts to provoke the Taoist priest of Yunqing Taoist Temple."

"I just feel sorry for you. You are chased by those people when you go out, and you feel flustered all day long. Although this is a place of romance, it can also shelter you from the wind and rain, and you have a shelter."

It was as if honey had been smeared on Yueniang's mouth, and every sentence she said hit Wen Chujin directly, and made him see the current situation clearly.

The Wen family is ruined, although he was redeemed, but now those officers and soldiers are looking for him all over the street, and he will die if he goes out. At last, he doesn't have to accept those dirty and dirty things against his will, as long as he does odd jobs here... ...

Wen Chujin was so dazzled by the rhetoric, and after thinking about it for a long time, she came to the conclusion: You might as well give it a try.

"Okay." As if making up his mind, he nodded heavily, completely ignoring the treacherous expression on Yueniang's face.

He also forgot that there is another way to find a way out, and he knew it later.

Naturally, this is another story.

"These are your clothes, change them quickly!"

Just as Wen Chujin was led to a place in the kitchen by his servants, a coarse cloth was thrown into his arms before he raised his hand.

"My lord, do your job well." After Chun Zhi saw it, she lightly dropped such a sentence.

Wen Chujin quickly changed into the shabby outfit full of patches.

The clothes were a bit small, and they were too tight to wear, and the slightly short trousers showed a section of white and slender legs.

He breathed a sigh of relief, tied up his long hair with a headband, thinking that it was easier.

Then there was the monotonous work day after day, three days passed in such a hurry, and before the Yin hour arrived, he groped out of bed and went to fetch water with a wooden bucket that was bigger than him.

Yueniang seemed to know that he would not run around, and no one followed, so he just walked to the river, took a bucket of water, and dragged it back with difficulty.

The morning white mist by the river has not dissipated, hazyly covering up the vulgar scenes of ordinary flowers, which is refreshing. He slows down and looks around with his big eyes open.

He didn't know how long he hadn't noticed these things.

Although the scenery here is definitely not as good as the blooming flowers in the backyard of Wen's family in the past, but the quietness alone makes people feel comfortable.

After dawdling for a while, he walked back to the pavilion.

"It's so slow to carry a bucket!" As soon as he put the bucket down, he was slapped on the head, making his eyes watery with pain.

After Wang Sigu finished beating, he raised the wooden bucket with a rough palm, and Wen Chujin really didn't dare to provoke him because of his slender arms and legs, how could he compare with others?

After finishing his work here, he was abruptly dragged away to do other things. Although everyone didn't know his identity, they knew all about the things he cried, made troubles and hanged himself here before, so there were not many people in secret. Those who say good things about him will give him the heaviest work when working, and give him a big white eye.

The one who took the lead in making the fuss was a lean and thin man with a mean face and sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks. Under the disheveled hair, there was a pair of ears hidden, but the left ear was incomplete. Half of them looked a little scary.

Because of this appearance, everyone called him Queer, and when they heard that his surname was Ma, they simply called him "Ma Queer" and "Ma Queer".

This person used to be a hooligan, and he came to work in this place for some unknown reason. Everyone said: [-]% of them are sleeping and women have no money so they have to work here again.

Ma Que'er probably couldn't get used to teenagers who were taller than him. He especially liked to tease them. Because of his age, there were not many teenagers working here before. When he knew Wen Chujin was here, he started to tease them. Do something wrong.

Because Wen Chujin's forearm was injured when she was running away, after simple treatment and bandaging, it drooped in front of her chest, and she couldn't move heavy things, so she could only make tea and other things, but Ma Queer didn't have this Sympathetic, he ordered him to fetch water when he brought a wooden bucket, and he said it clearly and logically. The people around him had long since disliked Wen Chujin, and made him go fetch water.

Outnumbered, he gritted his teeth and held back, he didn't want the group of people to see his helpless expression, there was still a noble and proud blood in his bones, he would never give up easily, enduring the pain of dislocation, A bucket of water was dragged back.

"It's not clean, hit it again!" Ma Que didn't even look at it, and kicked the bucket over with a kick, the water splashed everywhere, and the pattern was blurred, "Carry another five buckets of hot water and give it to the building Send it up to that guest."

Wen Chujin just watched silently as the water in the barrel ran out, Ma Quer kicked again, and the wooden barrel rolled to his feet before stopping.

From the beginning to the end, no one came to help him, and Quan pretended not to see him, and everyone was busy with his own work.

"You're dumb!" Ma Que'er's hand with long nails poked his forehead, causing a burst of impatience between his brows.

Wen Chujin didn't say anything, just wanted to stay away from this person, so she turned around and left with the barrel in her hand.

"Cut—" Ma Que spat in his ear, feeling bored, cursed a few times in secret, and went to work.

He didn't send the buckets of water up until the afternoon sun was shining, and when the work was over, he collapsed and leaned weakly in a remote corner to rest.

It was past meal time, and those people had already taken away the bowls and chopsticks after eating, and didn't even leave him any leftovers.

To endure.

Trying to force back the tears from the corners of his eyes, he took a deep breath, expressing that he didn't care.

You have to live well to have a chance of revenge.

Close your eyes and rest for a while.With that in mind, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At the same time, unbeknownst to him, in a room filled with fragrance, on the top-quality sandalwood table, there are all kinds of pastries, all of which are small, exquisite, delicate and delicious. A small packet of powder, sprinkled on it finely, leaving almost no trace.

"Send it to him." Yueniang clapped her hands and said to Chunzhi outside the house after she finished spitting.

"Yes."

Yueniang felt more and more happy, shaking the tassel fan.

Wen Chujin, do you think you can still escape?

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