"What are you going to do!"

Hong Yi stepped over and grabbed Zhao Han's wrist.

As his name suggests, Zhao Han has a deep and cold face.

When Hong Yi grabbed his wrist and questioned him, he raised his head with a hint of joking in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Master Yi, if you want to move out of the house, you naturally have to pack your belongings."

Zhao Hanyin smiled and said: "You are a young master, and you are also a noble master. Naturally, I can't trouble you with such matters. It's enough for us servants, so you can have a good rest aside."

"Why don't you come in? Hurry up and pack Master Yi's belongings. What are you waiting for?"

"Especially money and other items, don't lose even a single coin, you know?"

As soon as Zhao Han finished speaking, four maids filed into the door.

"Is it you?"

Hong Yi recognized these maids.

That was after he devoured the nanny Zeng, he used the two tiger skins of Concubine Yuan and Princess Zhennan to make a banner. Mrs. Zhao also took the opportunity to use it as an excuse, saying that his status was different and he wanted to

The maid sent to take care of him.

These maids usually don't treat him as a young master, and they are not disrespectful on the surface.

But he often disappears.

Hong Yi knew that they were the spies sent to him by Mrs. Zhao, and he was happy about it, just pretending that they did not exist.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the four maids entered the room, they stood behind Zhao Han and listened to his instructions.

As if he is the real master.

As soon as Zhao Han finished speaking, the four maids responded in unison and smiled at Hong Yi.

Hong Yi felt full of sarcasm and chill.

Although these four maids did not serve him wholeheartedly, they never relaxed in monitoring him.

Over the past few days, I have already found out about his small courtyard.

Even where he kept his money was clear.

One of them directly moved out a box he had placed under the bed and handed it to Zhao Han.

It was where he kept his money and paid for things.

Although Hong Yi didn't take money very seriously, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. Blood rushed to his face and turned red.

"What? Master Yi, don't worry, I'm just keeping it for you."

Zhao Han looked sideways at Hong Yi, his eyes full of amusement.

Hong Yi also vaguely felt a sense of excitement that he was eager to try.

While making him angry, he also felt a little weird.

Zhao Han said again at this time: "By the way, the young master is a scholar and a master of civil education. He will be admitted to the imperial examination next year. Don't leave behind any of his books. He also has calligraphy treasures. Don't throw away even a single piece of paper. Otherwise, please be careful."

skin!

Several maids had to pack up all the books and papers on his bookshelf and desk.

Hong Yi could no longer bear it and was about to stop him.

But Zhao Han's wrist suddenly shook, and he held his wrist in turn, with a smile on his face: "Master! You are a noble person, so you can't do it yourself, otherwise the Marquis and his wife will blame us servants.

"

Hong Yi felt waves of cold, hard breath on his wrist that were as cold as steel needles, and the pain was extremely sharp.

It was like an iron hoop covered with steel needles, tightly locking his wrist, preventing him from moving.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Hong Yi said hello three times in a row.

His expression changed, he calmed down and stopped blocking her.

He watched the maids busy at work indifferently.

After a while, the four maids neatly packed up his room and packed it into several bundles.

Zhao Han held the box containing the money and said with a smile: "Just finish packing. The young master wants to rest, so I won't disturb him."

"Young master, rest assured. I will wait outside the door. When I am ready tomorrow, I will move out of the Hou Mansion with you."

After saying that, he took a few maids and went out.

Hong Yi moved his wrist.

Looking through the crack in the door, I saw that Zhao Han had not left.

He sat cross-legged on the corridor in front of the door, motionless.

It seems that he is practicing breathing exercises.

Between the breaths, there are two long strands of white breath between the nose, like two white snakes, darting in and out of the seven orifices, which is very scary.

Hong Yi was shocked.

From the moment he held it, he knew that Zhao Han's martial arts was extremely advanced.

Only then did he realize that it was unfathomable and beyond his imagination.

Even if he takes action, he is absolutely no match.

Mrs. Zhao's natal family is really a big family, and they actually have such a master.

Last time there was Nanny Zeng, and this time there was Zhao Han who was a hundred times more powerful.

Hong Yi calculated in his mind that he would not go out and everything would be as usual.

I read and wrote until night. After washing, I undressed and went to bed.

honestly.

I was lying on the bed with my eyes closed, but my heart was in turmoil.

He should have known that Mrs. Zhao had ill intentions towards me, yet he still sent people from the Zhao family to follow me.

Do you really want to kill me?

Are all the rumors true?

Prince Jade did not lie to me. My mother was really killed by a poisonous woman named Zhao.

What role did he play in this?

Complicity? Knowing and acquiescing?

Hong Yi thought about how he had met Hong Xuanji several times in the past few days, and every time he met, he felt more chilled than ever.

The truth is self-evident.

If nothing else, at least Hong Xuanji's ill will towards him was not fake.

The malice of a father towards his son...

How ridiculous and sad!

Hong Yi felt sad and angry.

When I become a Jinshi, become a Martial Saint, or even a human immortal, I will naturally be equal to him one day. When the truth comes out, I will definitely seek justice from him!

Hong Yi secretly swore in his heart.

As for the rumors outside, he no longer thought about whether that person was the eldest brother or not.

If that person is really the eldest brother, he will only be happy that the eldest brother is still alive.

He Hong Yi is also a good man. If he wants fame, he can do it for himself.

If you want to be fair, you can't take advantage of others.

What's more, if that person is really the eldest brother, it certainly makes sense for him to work so hard to hide his identity and not tell me, and I can't ruin the eldest brother's affairs.

If not, he can't place his expectations on others.

Thinking about this, he meditated on Amitabha, all kinds of distracting thoughts disappeared, and his mind became calm.

He seems to be sleeping, but he is fully aware of his surroundings.

Every plant and tree is clearly visible.

The strength of Zhao Han outside the door was so terrifying, and his motives were so unpredictable and weird that Dongfang Yi had to be on guard.

My heart is at ease and I don't notice the passage of time.

After hearing a few rooster crows, Hong Yi opened his eyes.

Looking out the window, the sky is still dark and completely black.
To be continued...