The more An Yi thought about it, the more angry he felt, and in the end he swept away the things on the ground.

This look scared the servant who had just broken in.

He knelt on the ground, "Great...Sir."

"I said why are you kneeling on the ground for nothing? Is it like other people who declared me how cruel I was and would take people off and vent their anger?" An Yi kicked the servant hard as if he had found a punching bag.

The poor servant was kicked without doing anything, and he could imagine how frustrated he felt in his heart.

I think he is also the manager of the prefect's kitchen. When others see him, they will respectfully pay him respects, and even the former prefect respects him three points.

If the blind man bullies him, he will have to let that person and his master experience the consequences of eating vegetables and rice bran for three days.

Saying this is enough to show how powerful he is.

In fact, the master of the prefect's mansion was afraid of him, not because this slave was very capable. But Chu Zhen was a playboy, and to put it simply, he was a very fickle person.

Simply put, most of the concubines in the prefect's house only spoiled them once, and then threw them aside to spoil the newcomer.

Most of those concubines were forced to marry Chu Zhen, and they had to marry him as a concubine without any innocence. However, after marrying him as a concubine, they had to be a widow and endure unfair treatment from the servants in the mansion.

Some capable aunts use money to bribe the manager in order to get some good food and good meals.

Over time, the kitchen became the place with the most oil and water. In order to enter the kitchen, the servants who died of depression gave the servant a large sum of money and had the opportunity to do odd jobs in the kitchen.

Thinking of this, the servant clenched his fists, but he quickly loosened.

An is a special person and cannot do anything openly. He can only drug him the food he gives him every day, allowing him to die slowly.

"What are you doing when you stand stupidly?" An Yi was so angry when he saw someone like this. "I have a sore shoulder, come and give me a massage."

"yes."

The servant snatched a smile, walked to An respectfully, and rubbed his shoulders.

"Sir, how do you feel?"

This manager is a person in the kitchen, so his massage skills are naturally much worse than those professionals.

As expected, his face turned red and white in a while.

"If you can't do anything well, what's the point of getting you done? Why don't you get out of here?"

"Sister is out now."

After hearing this, the servant breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped back.

"Nothing can be done well at all. What should I do as a slave? Be the master?"

After the servant walked away, An Yi was still cursing, and then he scolded Fushun until he came back.

After hearing this, Fushun gave up the idea of ​​knocking in the door and stood at the door.

He grabbed a servant casually, "What happened just now? What happened to my lord?"

Three black threads appeared on the servant's forehead, and he said tremblingly, "I don't know what's going on. As soon as I came back, I heard Lord An get angry and didn't say anything to anyone else."

"I get it." Fushun frowned, "You go and do your own business."

After Fushun finished speaking, he was about to go back to his house, but before he could take a few steps, the servant grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Why is this person like this?

Fu Shun's eyebrows showed a little displeasure, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I want to switch to other yards to work." The servant looked at him in a tangled manner, "Young Master Fushun, you also know that Lord An has a weird temper and always uses us slaves to vent his anger. I am really fed up with the slave here."

"Oh." Fushun also understood the servant's suffering, so he happily agreed to what the servant said.

"Which yard do you want to go to?"

"Where is Lord Nalan," said the servant.

"Nalan Qian?" Fu Shun said, "Nalan Qian and the Lord have never dealt with each other. If you go there, the Lord will definitely be very happy. Just..."

"Just how?" the servant looked at him anxiously, "Young Master Fushun, please tell me quickly."

Seeing that he was anxious, Fushun didn't hide it.

"It's just that you are from Ku Diexuan after all, so it's hard to say what Nalan Qian would treat you. If you beat you to death, don't cry here."

Fushun's words were indeed a bit exaggerated.

Although Nalan Qian doesn't like An Yi, he will never vent his resentment in the hands of innocent people.

"No." The servant shook his head like a rattle, "Mr. Nalan is terrible and cannot be as good as Master An. The slave goes there to serve. If he is killed, it will be his fate."

"Since you are ready, then go and ask for help from sir." Fushun said, letting go of his hand holding his sleeve, "As a colleague, I would like to advise you to beg him quickly before he gets angry. If he gets angry and learns that you want to change jobs, he will probably beat you to death and then send your body into Kudiexuan."

After saying that, he left with his longevity.

The servant looked at Fushun's back and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He turned around and looked at the yard, and reached it slowly.

"I can finally leave this."

As the words fell, he walked into the house.

He knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "I want to transfer to Lord Nalan, please allow me."

"Go to Kudiexuan?" After hearing what the servant said, An Yi stopped the movement in his hand.

"Is it because I am not good or do you dislike staying here without a future, so go to Nalan Qian to please others?"

The servant lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing the servant like this, An Yi was even more determined to think that he wanted to kill this guy who rebeled.

But his eyes turned around and he had a plan.

"If you want to go to Kudiexuan, then go. Nalan Qian and I are not in harmony, which is well known. If you go there to work, if you do something bad, be scolded by the people from Nalan Qian, then punished, or beaten to death, don't come here to cry. You know, what I hate the most is the person who rebels. If you come, you may be able to report to the King of Hell." An Yi's eyes flashed with a hint of harshness, "Pack up the things and get out!"

He is indeed a master and servant, and his personalities are exactly the same.

The servant complained in his heart.

When the servant kowtowed again when he heard what An Yi said.

"Take care, and the slave will leave."

As he said that, he left here without looking back.

Kudie Xuan.

Nalan Qian was painting in the study, and at this moment, Qingxun walked in.

Nalan Qian raised his head and asked softly.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a man kneeling at the door. The man said he was driven out by An Yi and wanted to ask the adults to take in."

"Hold it in?" Nalan Qian raised a playful smile on his lips, "What is his original words?"

"He couldn't stand it because An Yi beat and scolded his servants every time, so he begged him to let him go and let him come here to serve him."

"Oh?" Nalan Qian raised his eyebrows, "It's so hard for those servants who are serving An Yi."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!