Moon'er
"Ah, ah!" Huang Ye still pointed at the small pavilion.
Forget it, at most I'll get a beating. Third Young Master really wants to go there! Perhaps he wants to see the water scenery.
Steeling her heart, she pushed Huang Ye directly towards the small pavilion.
Along the way, she was also on tenterhooks. Fortunately, it was mealtime, and no one was walking outside.
When they reached the small pavilion, Huang Ye almost shed tears of excitement.
On the stone table were four plates, each stacked with eight pieces of pastry.
Qing'er pushed Huang Ye around the small pavilion, letting him admire the scenery of the small lake.
This made Huang Ye so anxious his heart felt like it was being scratched.
There was no other way, so he just pointed at the stone table in the middle.
"Ah! Third Young Master wants to eat those desserts?"
Huang Ye nodded vigorously. He didn't know if the original owner would respond, but he decided to try once.
Fortunately, Qing'er had no unusual reaction.
It seemed the original owner had a certain ability to express himself.
Qing'er pushed the wheelchair to the stone table, picked up a piece of pastry, and brought it to Huang Ye's mouth.
Huang Ye opened his mouth wide without ceremony, almost eating Qing'er's slender, jade-like fingers.
Qing'er was startled and quickly pulled her fingers away, looking at Huang Ye who was chewing loudly.
She couldn't help but laugh, "Hehehe, Third Young Master, I thought you weren't hungry, but it turns out you were hungry all along."
"It seems you didn't like the food just now!"
Bullshit, how could I not like it? But no matter how much I liked it, I wouldn't dare eat it.
Qing'er poured a cup of tea and brought it to his mouth, and Huang Ye drank it all in one gulp.
He ate ten pieces of the four kinds of pastries before he felt no longer hungry.
The pastries were indeed well made. He had never eaten such delicious pastries in his previous life; they were fragrant, soft, and sweet.
He definitely had to take the rest back. With these pastries, he could last at least two or three days.
With these two or three days, he could learn many things.
Thinking of this, Huang Ye directly lifted his front lapel and poured the remaining pastries into it.
This action startled Qing'er. What was wrong with Third Young Master? He could actually make purposeful movements.
Could it be that Third Young Master's consciousness was starting to recover? The young girl was very happy.
"Third Young Master, packing them like this isn't clean. If you like pastries, I'll go to the kitchen and get some for you."
After saying that, she was about to take out the pastries.
Seeing that Huang Ye was still holding them tightly, she had no choice but to give up.
She suddenly looked up and saw a group of people walking towards them in the distance.
Oh no! It's Second Young Master. She cursed her bad luck silently.
Ignoring everything else, she quickly pushed the wheelchair back.
But despite her haste, they were still blocked in the covered walkway by the approaching people.
"Oh ho! Isn't this my silly brother?"
"Good morning, Second Young Master!" Qing'er curtsied lightly.
Second Young Master did not pay attention to her, but looked at Huang Ye.
Huang Ye looked at this Second Young Master with a bewildered expression.
He was Second Young Master, and he called him 'brother,' so this person must be the original owner's second elder brother.
This guy was clearly up to no good.
Second Young Master was dressed in a brocade robe, tall and thin, with an aquiline nose and hawk eyes, a standard treacherous appearance.
Holy cow, I hope I don't look too much like him. That would be really unlucky. This kind of trashy face isn't likable anywhere.
If the version here was a family drama, this second elder brother definitely had a role to play.
Second Young Master saw that Huang Ye was still the same, with drool even flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Haha, why did you push him out? You should be careful, it would be fun if he fell into the lake."
After speaking, he deliberately kicked the wheelchair, and Qing'er, startled, quickly held onto it.
"Second Young Master is joking. I will take good care of Third Young Master."
"Hehe, I actually hope he falls into the lake, so you can come to my courtyard."
"It's a waste for such a beauty to follow a fool and remain loyal. I really don't know what you're thinking."
After saying that, he reached out to touch Qing'er's small face.
Qing'er dodged, "Second Young Master, please respect yourself!"
"Respect myself, my ass. If Grandmother wasn't protecting you, I would have taken you long ago!"
Qing'er remained silent.
"What is This kid holding?"
"Nothing, just some pastries!"
"Oh! It seems he likes pastries. Tomorrow I'll send someone to give him some. After all, he's my brother."
"Thank you, Second Young Master. If our Third Young Master wants to eat, I will go get them myself."
"Second Young Master, please move aside. We should go back!"
"Hmph! You ungrateful thing."
"Send him back, and you go receive your punishment. I remember First Madam doesn't allow him to leave the courtyard."
"I will go."
"As long as you know!"
Qing'er pushed Huang Ye back to the small courtyard.
Hehe, it seems this Second Young Master is very unfriendly. Could Moon'er have been sent by him?
So I am Third Young Master. In my previous life, I read a novel called "Third Young Master's Sword."
Sigh! That Third Young Master was a genius, compared to him, I'm just trash.
This Qing'er is quite good. She's willing to be punished to satisfy my request. It seems she really has no ill intentions.
It's enough to have one person who is good to me. This way, I can learn about this wealthy family from Qing'er.
Based on the attitude of this second elder brother just now, I can now confirm one thing: this is at least a family drama.
"Qing'er, why did you push Third Young Master out? Aren't you afraid of being punished?"
"It's nothing. I saw Third Young Master cooped up here every day, so I wanted to take him outside to see. At most, I'll get a few lashes."
"I really don't understand you. Is he worth it for you?" Moon'er asked, puzzled.
"Yes, why not? Third Young Master was very smart when he was little. He read many books, and he taught me how to read."
"You don't know, when Third Young Master went out just now, he actually put away those pastries himself."
"In all these years, it's the first time Third Young Master has taken the initiative to do something."
"So this time it's really worth it. I can even smile when I'm being whipped."
Moon'er's heart stirred when she heard Qing'er's words, and she frowned.
Why did he bring these pastries back? Recalling last night's strangeness, cold sweat broke out on her back.
This silly Third Young Master couldn't really be starting to regain consciousness.
"Moon'er, please look after Third Young Master for a while. I'm going to the steward to receive my punishment."
"Okay, you go!"
Qing'er left the small courtyard.
"Third Young Master, let's go back to the room first!"
After saying that, she pushed the wheelchair towards the room.
Entering the room, Moon'er turned and closed the door. When she turned back, the dagger reappeared in her hand.
She looked at Huang Ye with a gloomy expression, her small hand holding the dagger trembling slightly.
She tiptoed behind Huang Ye, raised the dagger, hesitated for a while, and finally put it down.
A moment later, she raised the dagger again, but it still hovered in the air, indecisive.
What was this girl hesitating about? Was she afraid she wouldn't be able to escape after a successful assassination, so she didn't dare to strike? Huang Ye thought to himself.
His muscles were also in a state of high tension at this moment. If the dagger swung down, he would dart out without hesitation.
Moon'er finally put the dagger away.
Huang Ye's suspended heart also settled. He couldn't expose himself yet; he still needed time to understand everything.
Although he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, he lived in an era of information explosion, after all, and understood far more things than ancient people.
Only by hiding himself could he better protect himself.
Moon'er was not a concern; there must be someone behind her, otherwise she wouldn't have had murderous intent towards a fool.
Huh! Why is this girl crying? The plot isn't right.
This assassin's heart is too fragile. It seems this assassin isn't very calm.
After a few silent sobs, Moon'er took a deep breath and calmed herself down.
"Third Young Master, N婢 will help you get into bed."
"Third Young Master, these pastries are already dirty. N婢 will get you new ones."
Huang Ye still held the pastries tightly, and she had no choice but to take off his long robe.
Helping Huang Ye onto the bed, Huang Ye lay down holding the pastries.
Seeing him like this, Moon'er didn't know how to react, so she decided to wait for Qing'er to return.
She sat down by the table, staring blankly at the fool.
What she was thinking about, however, were the strange phenomena from last night until today.
Last night was an action she had painstakingly planned, but she failed to stab him twice.
She could only look for another opportunity. Fortunately, there was still some Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder left.
He seemed to really like pastries. Next time, she would put the medicine in the pastries.
Half an hour later, Qing'er returned, her small face pale, and her small mouth tightly shut.
Her hair was already wet with sweat, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she limped into the room.
"Qing'er, you're badly hurt, aren't you!"
"It's nothing, I can bear it. I'll be fine in a couple of days!"
"You should go back and rest for two days. I can take care of Third Young Master by myself."
Qing'er hesitated for a moment.
"I'm not going back. I'll rest here with Third Young Master. I'll have to trouble you to take more care of him, younger sister."
Moon'er was stunned. This wasn't good. If you're here, how can I act?
She had no choice. Qing'er was very close to this silly Third Young Master, and it was normal for the two of them to warm his bed here.
"Okay, it's good for you to rest here, older sister."
"I'll get the medicine for you to apply, and a set of clothes. Your clothes are already torn and have bloodstains on them."
"Mm!" Qing'er held onto the edge of the bed, not daring to sit down.
What's going on! Big sister, do you have worms in your brain?
Applying medicine in my room, changing clothes in my room, isn't that a bit too disrespectful to me?
Also, your posture of bending over and holding the bed edge is very ungraceful.
It was truly infuriating. He flipped over, his head facing the inside of the bed.
