Zhuang Minghao threw the whip in his hand in front of the boy, grabbed Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand and walked into the priest's mansion: "Go to the witch doctor quickly, so you don't get sick..."
Seeing this, Min Rui glanced at Zhuang Xiaoyu who went in, then looked back at Qin Wuyan who had been whipped a few times, sighed, and followed into the priest's mansion...
A group of people hurriedly followed Zhuang Xiaoyu and Min Rui into the priest's mansion.
Qin Wuyan held the blood-stained guard knife in one hand, covered his eyes with the other hand, walked to the priest's mansion, and slowly returned to his room.
Along the way, when the guards and the servants in the mansion saw him, it was like seeing the God of Plague, with different eyes, some with sympathy, some with contempt, and some even had an attitude of watching the show.
Most of these people are the same as him, with low status, but it can't be seen that with his good-looking skin, he lives better than himself under the hands of Miss Zhuangjia:
"I thought he would fly up a branch and become a phoenix after he climbed up to the young lady. If something happened to the young lady, why didn't the young master directly attack him?"
"Yeah, it's better to be a human being and not to be too whimsical. It's better to stick to one's duty."
"Apart from his good looks, how can this kind of person be compared with Mr. Min?"
"Miss took pity on him and picked him up to be her personal bodyguard. As a result, the man himself was not injured, but the young lady who was involved got hurt."
"I don't have the skills, but the tricks to seduce people are not small, which made the eldest lady and Mr. Min speak for him."
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Qin Wuyan walked all the way from the front yard to the back yard, and returned to Zhuang Xiaoyu's courtyard. The voice of deliberately taunting him gradually disappeared.
He pushed his compartment away.
Zhuang Qingyun heard the movement, opened the door next door, and was about to ask him if he had a good time, but seeing his bloody appearance, he was startled: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhuang Qingyun pointed to the blood all over his body and the damaged protective uniform: "What happened, where did you get hurt, and what happened to your eyes?"
"It's okay." Qin Wuyan entered the wing with a dull voice.
Zhuang Qingyun hurriedly went to the well to fetch water, brought the cotton cloth over, looked at the welt marks, and handed him the soaked cotton cloth: "Is it the young master in the mansion who smoked it?"
Who can hurt Qin Wuyan's eyes?
He had seen Qin Wuyan's performance in the selection competition. To be able to become the captain of the guard in such a short period of time could not be accomplished through training.
To be flexible, to work hard, but also to innate talent and learning ability.
Qin Wuyan lowered his head and remained silent.
Zhuang Qingyun picked up the scissors and cut off the protective uniform on his body: "The clothes are rotten and can't be worn anymore, I still have a set of protective uniforms over there, I will give it to you to wear.
Wipe it and clean it, lest it be called unlucky. "
The pants were also covered in dog blood. Qin Wuyan changed his pants and cleaned up the dog blood all over his body. The welt marks on his face became more shocking and painful. His eyes still couldn't be opened.
Zhuang Qingyun went outside to pour out the dirty water, and saw Zhuang Xiaoyu rushing in with jade pieces.
Zhuang Xiaoyu glanced at Zhuang Qingyun: "How is he?"
"The whip hit his eyes, but one of his eyes still cannot be opened." Zhuang Qingyun saluted Zhuang Xiaoyu.
When Zhuang Xiaoyu heard it, her feet seemed to be scalded, and she ran towards the wing room even more frantically.
Pushing open the door, he saw Qin Wuyan sitting on the side of the bed with his eyes closed, changed into a suit of clothes.
Hearing footsteps, Qin Wuyan didn't open his eyes...