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The crowd rushed over with a roar and followed Chang An to the backyard.

Chang'an pointed to the locked door: "Zhao Yuan is right here."

The patriarch waved his hand, and several villagers found two stones in the yard, smashed them, and knocked off the lock.

Grandma Yuan was frightened and cried and tried to stop everyone, but was kicked to the ground.

A group of people rushed into the house and saw a boy lying on the kang, his face was bruised and purple, which was very scary.

My head felt hot when I touched it, it was really heating up.

Song Dashi picked up the child and ran out. The patriarch stared at the old woman fiercely and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "I have a law in the court. A slave who kills his master will be quartered by five horses. The whole family will sit together. If you kill the young master, the county will Sir, does he know?"

"I didn't." Yuan Aina was obviously frightened and fell to the ground, trembling all over.

The chief asked several women to keep an eye on her, and sent two villagers to invite Li Zheng and Huai Shu Village to come over.

In case the county magistrate's son dies, he must have a personal certificate.

After a while, Li Zheng and Huai Shucun Murazheng arrived.

They were also shocked when they learned that the slave had deceived his master.

That's the young master of the county magistrate's family. How dare a dog slave?

But it is really difficult for me and others to deal with the two slaves. After all, the slaves are the private property of the county magistrate's family, and the county magistrate or his wife must personally intervene.

So, Li Zheng sent two men on donkeys to report to the county government, and also told the county magistrate about his son Kua Ga.

Chang'an followed Song Dashi to the village doctor's home. The village doctor wiped Zhao Yuan's neck and creaks with warm water to cool down, and boiled herbal medicine for him to drink.

It was not until evening that Zhao Yuan woke up and his fever subsided.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Chang'an sitting by the bamboo bed and looking at the herbs on the ground. His lips moved a few times and he shouted: "Chang'an."

When Chang'an heard the noise, he turned around and saw that the boy had woken up. He quickly stood up and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Zhao Yuan blinked: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Are you hungry?" Chang'an asked again.

Zhao Yuan nodded.

Chang An walked out and said, "I'll ask aunt to cook porridge for you." When she was sick, her aunt would cook porridge for her and serve it with shredded pickles.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out of the village doctor's house, Zhao Yuan followed her out unsteadily. The village doctor was so surprised that he quickly stopped her: "Don't leave, you're not recovered yet."

Zhao Yuan ignored everyone and kept his eyes on Chang'an, determined to follow her.

Chang'an also noticed that Zhao Yuan had followed him out, so he had to come back. Seeing that he refused to stay, he had to hold his hand, which was as dirty as a chicken's claw.

"Okay, you can go to my house to recuperate, but you have to wash your hands." Chang An led him to his home.

Zhao Yuan nodded, too well-behaved to be honest.

In this way, Zhao Yuan stayed at Song Sanshun's house.

Mrs. Wu saw that his clothes were extremely dirty, as if they hadn't been changed for a long time, so she took out her husband's old clothes, cut them up, and sewed them casually for him to put on.

The next day, Zhao Yuan was already alive and kicking, most of the bruises on his face had faded, and all the swelling had disappeared.

For breakfast, she cooked rice porridge, and Wu made mille-feuille pancakes. She also boiled a few eggs, one for each person.

It was as if Zhao Yuan was eating eggs for the first time. He bit off half of it in one bite, but choked on the spot. Song Sanshun was so frightened that he quickly patted him on the back and drank some porridge.

After finally going down, Zhao Yuan stuffed the other half into his mouth.

But this time he learned the lesson, chewed carefully, and drank a few mouthfuls of rice porridge.

Chang'an and his uncle and aunt watched him swallow the eggs before sighing in relief and slowly eating the eggs in his hands.

During this meal, Zhao Yuan drank a large bowl of white porridge and ate several pieces of scallion oil layer cakes. If Chang An hadn't stopped him, he would have continued eating.

"Eating too much at one time will accumulate food." Chang'an took his big bowl away from his face: "You are just sick, but you can't have a fever again."

Zhao Yuan nodded obediently, stood up and went to another room to read the picture album made by Chang An.

In the afternoon, two mule carts suddenly arrived in front of Song Sanshun's house, and the county magistrate's wife got off the mule cart.

Wu quickly welcomed him into the main room and sat down, then called Zhao Yuan: "Young Master, your mother is here, she asked you to come over."

There was no trace of joy in Zhao Yuan's expression. Instead, he ran to Chang'an and grabbed her sleeve.

In fact, Zhao Yuan is a little taller than Chang An, but his demeanor and behavior make him rely on her like a sister.

Chang'an had no choice but to lead him out. After thinking about it, he put the soapberry beads he made on his wrist and whispered: "Zhao Yuan, next time someone dares to hit you, you will hit him hard." Call back.”

Zhao Yuan looked at the string of beads on his wrist, pursed his lips and smiled: "Yeah."

When they came to the main room, they saw Mrs. Wang sitting at the top, looking at her son with a livid face: "Yuan'er, what's going on? Why do some people say that you were abused by Yuan Auntie?"

Zhao Yuan looked at his mother, the light in his eyes disappearing little by little.

"Madam! You are unjust! How dare you abuse the young master? The villagers are deliberately spreading rumors. Don't you think the young master is a good person?"

Yuan Auntie knelt on the ground and cried miserably: "I have been serving you since I was a child, and then I served the young master. He was brought up by me. I treat him more dearly than my own child. I feel sorry for him every time he stumbles or touches me." He's going to die, how can he dare to slap him? It's not like you don't know that the young master has been naughty since he was a child. He is either climbing trees or climbing rockeries. He falls every time, and there is nothing I can do about it."

Mrs. Wang took a look at her youngest son and saw that although there was a little bruise on his face, it was not serious. He must have climbed up and fell on his own.

She said to the maid next to her: "Hold Aunt Yuan up and talk."

This grandma Yuan was originally the dowry girl of Mrs. Wang Wang Ruxia, and was later betrothed to a male servant of the Zhao family.

When Mrs. Wang was injured after giving birth to her youngest son, she asked Aunt Yuan, who had given birth for two months, to take care of her son and act as his wet nurse.

Grandma Yuan was honest and dedicated to her duties, and never made any mistakes.

One winter, Zhao Yuan was naughty and ran into the lotus pond to step on the ice. As a result, he fell into the ice hole and almost froze to death. Fortunately, Yuan Auntie jumped into the ice water and rescued him.

Many people in the house had seen this and couldn't do it falsely, so Wang Ruxia trusted her as a dowry girl very much and believed that she had no reason to hurt her youngest son Zhao Yuan.

"You lied!" Chang'an saw that the servant girl was full of lies, but the lady seemed to want to let him off lightly, so he couldn't help but said loudly: "I saw you beat Zhao Yuan with my own eyes, and the boy also beat him, and kicked him down On the ground!"

Yuan Auntie turned around and glared at her fiercely: "You know how to lie at a young age. I think you want to take this opportunity to cling to the young master, right? With your status, you are worthy of it!"

Chang'an didn't understand what "cling" meant, and thought he wanted to curry favor with Zhao Yuan.

But Mrs. Wu understood and became furious. She ignored the presence of the county magistrate's wife and said loudly: "Who do you think is clinging to your young master? My parents, An Jingui, don't need to cling to anyone!"

Mrs. Wu said to Mrs. Wang again: "Madam, yesterday the young master's face was bruised and swollen. He had obviously been beaten severely. When we went to rescue him, he was locked in the room and unconscious by this evil servant. This Zheng Zheng has also seen what happened. If he hadn't been rescued in time, the young master would have been in trouble."

Mrs. Wang looked ugly.

She couldn't believe it was true.

Servant abusing his master's son? If word spreads, how will she and her husband lose face?

What will others think of her as the mistress of the house? How to judge your husband?

If the family is not governed strictly, the status of master and servant is reversed, and the family tradition is ruined.

If the husband's boss or colleagues refer to him again, his career will be over.

Therefore, this matter cannot be acknowledged.