MTL - Water Recovery System-Chapter 41

On the other hand, as Shen Jiayan thought, Yan Shi didn't even plan to let him go.

Early in the morning, Yan's maid serving close to Shen Jiayan spoke to Shen Jia with a benevolent tone: "Second Young Master, Madam originally sympathized with your weakness, so she avoided your daily peace of mind. Now you are in good shape. , This rule cannot be overridden, and please go with the servants and maidservants for peace."

What compassionate Su Yichen is weak? Obviously, it was to shame him in public and tell everyone in Su Mansion that Su Yichen was not the serious master of Su Mansion, and he was not worthy to please her.

Now he sent someone over again, saying that he was asking him to greet him. No matter how you look at it, he knew that it was a weasel giving a New Year greeting to the chicken.

Shen Jiayan thought for a while, took out something from under the pillow, and secretly stuffed it into his sleeves: "Yes, please lead my sister to lead the way."

The girl curled her lips and rolled her eyes. But it's something that is not on the table, what do you really think of yourself?

When you arrive at Yan's Yongxie Hall, the small road paved by Nuanyu, there is a warm pool in the hall, and there are hot springs in the four corners of the carp mouth, with white smoke billowing.

The famous flowers in the hall compete for beauty, the red peony is demon but not gorgeous, the pink hibiscus is fresh and tender, and the white lotus is beautiful and beautiful.

Compared with this place, Shen Jiayan's residence is extremely shabby and dilapidated.

"Second Young Master, you wait here first, and the maidservant will go to tell the lady." The maid blessed her with disrespect, and walked inside with an arrogant expression on her face.

The location that the maid chose for Shen Jiayan was very clever. It happened to be the center of the courtyard, avoiding all the shades of trees and eaves.

And Shen Jiayan waited straight from morning to noon.

In the meantime, the lady Wang who checked the account book went in and came out again. The housekeeper went in and came out with satin cloth and jewelry. Su Yun also passed by Shen Jiayan pretentiously, showing off and went straight in without notice.

This Yan family only had no time to meet Shen Jiayan.

The noon sun was the most venomous, and the ground was scorching hot. The heat drilled up the leg, as if it could burn the skin. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead and cheeks, hit the ground, and was immediately evaporated without a trace.

Shen Jiayan was shaky by the sun.

Just when Shen Jiayan was about to be unable to hold it up, Prime Minister Su came over, sitting and swaying, and after seeing Shen Jiayan from a distance, he asked the butler: "Who is standing over there?"

"Back to the prime minister, it's the second son of Su Yichen." The butler nodded and bowed to the side. Seeing that the master still didn't remember, he added, "It's the son of the late Six Madames, and you found out that you stole women's clothes in the house when you were young. The **** in the skirt."

As soon as the housekeeper said this, Prime Minister Su frowned in disgust: "Why is he here?"

"Ms. Xu is looking for something to do with him, the master might as well go in and ask Mrs.?" The butler gave Shen Jiayan a vague glance, a slight curve of the corner of his mouth was drawn.

"Madam's idea? It's okay, let me ask. Bring him along by the way." Prime Minister Su didn't even look at Shen Jiayan, and said in a casual tone like he was told to bring a dog.

There are ice cubes everywhere in Yan's house, and the maid is fanning the wind. As soon as I walked in, the coolness came to my face.

Today, Yan wears a pinch of gold silk peony with a shadow pattern, a wiping forehead, and a huge pearl in the center. Sitting in a high position, seeing Prime Minister Su coming in, a smile appeared on his always unsmiling face: "Master, are you back?"

Prime Minister Su brushed his sleeves with a sullen expression, and sat in a high position: "Didn't I say that the insignificant thing is locked in Xiyuan and he is not allowed to come out as embarrassing? Why did he come out again today?"

"Isn't the concubine still for the sake of the master?" Yan Shi held a bowl of sweet soup to Prime Minister Su, "The concubine heard that Zhang Yuqing in the household department always has trouble with the master. And that Zhang Yuqing is another one. The uncompromising color embryo, the one I like the most is the young boy, if it is..."

"No." Prime Minister Su fell off the bowl heavily, furious, "If I let others know, where can I put my face?"

The Yan family didn't see any panic, and took Prime Minister Su's hand and whispered: "Master, if you don't want others to know, just faint him in a small sedan chair and carry him in. People here only know that Su Mansion has a concubine. The eldest son also has two bastards, but I don’t know there is a second bastard!"

If you know Prime Minister Su best, of course it is Yan Shi. Knowing that Prime Minister Su was afraid of the identity of the national master of Sanskrit Music, he simply concealed the paragraph about Sanskrit that he wanted to be accepted as a disciple. Just talk about the benefits of giving Su Yichen to Zhang Qunqing.

Sure enough, after Yanshi spoke for a while, Prime Minister Su's heart moved, and he smiled openly and said, "Okay, this matter is all up to the wife."

"If this is the case, the concubine has to do something that should be done as an aunt." Yan covered his lips with a handkerchief and laughed, but there was a deep chill in his eyes.

Su Yichen, don't even want to get out of my palm in your life!

Shen Jiayan was supported by the housekeeper all the way into the inner room. He was kneeling on the ground at the moment, feeling dizzy and dizzy.

Yan slowly walked down from the high hall, walked to stand beside Shen Jiayan, and smiled ill-intentionally: "It is said that the parents' orders, the matchmaker's words, you have lost your biological mother long ago, and the marriage should be my aunt worry."

"It is said that Zhang Qunqing, the Shangshu Book of the Household Department, said that he was over sixty years old, but he was still not old. According to your identity, being able to be a little darling in the past would be regarded as a good example of you. As long as you follow him, you are guaranteed to wear gold. How about eating and drinking if you bring silver?"

Shen Jiayan didn't have the strength to speak, only a pair of eyes stared at her angrily.

Yan clan laughed more happily when he saw this, lowered his voice and said in Shen Jiayan's ear: "If you want to be a disciple of the national teacher, you are worthy of being a humble person? I could kill your mother back then. It’s the same to kill you. It’s ridiculous that your mother, that stupid woman, is still begging me to treat you well. Heh, do you think I’m good enough to you?"

Shen Jiayan didn't expect that there would be such a crop in the middle, and he was a little lost for a while.

Yan Shi stretched out his hand and patted Shen Jiayan's face: "You are the same as your mother, but this face is still useful. It is said that Zhang Qingqing likes to play a lot of tricks on the bed. You have to live well. After all, the future of my son is counting on you to pave the way for him!"

Shen Jiayan closed his eyes, did not say a word, and clenched the contents of his sleeves tightly.

Yan retracted his hand and wiped his hand on the handkerchief, as if he had touched something dirty just now, and said casually: "Come here, lock up the second son and don't give him water and food. Wait for my arrangement."

"Yes." As soon as Yan's voice fell, two rude women came over, escorted Shen Jiayan and walked to the wing.

The wing was empty, with nothing but a bed and a window. The windows were nailed to death by wooden slats, and someone guarded the door. Shen Jiayan wanted to escape by himself, which can be said to be wishful thinking.

"The Yan family has planned for a long time." Shen Jiayan sat on the edge of the bed, eyes half-closed, "I guess either tonight or tomorrow, she will definitely carry me to that household office Shangshu."

"Then Master Host, you have to escape as soon as possible." The black cat appeared from the air and habitually found a good posture on Shen Jiayan's lap, "We have to find Sanskrit."

"There are two guards guarding the door and four patrolling. It is impossible to break through. Now I can only wait to see if the lucky bonus has any effect." After saying this, Shen Jiayan stopped talking. , Quietly storing physical strength.

In the evening, the waning moon was like a hook, and the remaining cold stars flickered on the black sky.

There was a sudden noise outside the door, and Su Yun’s voice was full of arrogance: "What madam’s order cannot be violated? She is my mother. Can you listen to me and listen to you servants? Open the door, I But I have to be alone with my second brother."

The guard whispered a few words, and Su Yun suddenly became impatient: "Can't you open the door? If you don't open the door again, I will tell my mother that you dare not listen to my orders. Let her kill you all! "

The guard hesitated, thinking that the one inside the door was really weak. And this young master has always been wayward. If you don't listen to his words, there will be no good fruit, so he obediently opened the door: "Young master, please."

Only then did Su Yun walk in with satisfaction, a mass of something bulging on the bed, thinking that his second brother was hiding in the quilt crying! Su Yun gloated and said, "Second brother, I heard what my mother said, that Zhang Guqing is old and ugly. It's a pity that my second brother is worthy of him."

"Really? I think so too." Shen Jiayan walked around Su Yun's back from the shadow of the bed, covered his mouth and nose with a pillowcase, and then used a wooden stick pulled down from the window to hit his head fiercely. A sap.

Su Yun fainted before he could even hum. Shen Jiayan quickly began to swap his clothes with Su Yun.

Just as the guards outside were about to change shifts, the guard who let Su Yun come in privately called out in a low voice at the door: "Master, if you are almost done saying goodbye, come out quickly!"

Shen Jiayan put Su Yun on the bed, then covered his face with a quilt, and then pressed his throat and replied: "Yeah."

The guards were busy changing shifts, and they didn't find the one wearing Su Yun's clothes. They had already changed.