Chapter 20 Personalized Servant Girl
The next day after the accident, before dawn, Mrs. Linghu left the Ouyang family with her daughter, Linghu Xian, to return to her place. She was a young widow of less than thirty years of age who had suffered so many years of hardship and bullying but had gritted her teeth and endured it all just so that her two children could grow up safely and become adults. She knows that although this is not her fault, the Ouyang family will not forgive her; she does not know what to do, so she rushes home to pack up and take the children to escape the city.
Mrs. Linghu will be in bad luck if the house is in trouble. Her son was apprenticed to a blacksmith store in the east of the city, and the master blacksmith was an authoritative and money-grubbing fellow who had long been thinking ill of Mrs. Linghu, a widow with a few good looks. He thought of ordering Mrs. Fox's son to work in the store to keep watch at night and not allowed to go home while he quietly hid in the home as a fox to wait for a rabbit.
Just when the sister-in-law and her daughter panicked and pushed open the door of the house, the master blacksmith held the sister-in-law to start violence. Mrs. Linghu fought back and shouted for her daughter to run away. The blacksmith saw that there was a little girl, so he did not do anything about it. He pushed away Mrs. Linghu's wife and walked towards the six-year-old Linghu Xian, who was terrified and kept hiding.
Linghu's sister-in-law was knocked on the head by the blacksmith's push, and blood flowed down her cheek. Not caring that she was weak, she once again struggled to grab the blacksmith's leg, trying to stop him from continuing his evil deeds. However, this blacksmith's temper came up all of a sudden, and he cursed, "Stinking bitch, you shameless widow, you're spoiling my good deed. I'll beat you to death!" With that, he punched and kicked her.
"Don't hit my mother!" Linghu Xian rushed up to grab the bad guy's hand but was viciously thrown out and fell heavily to the ground, nearly fainting. However, a powerful force suddenly erupted from Linghu Xian's body, and the sleeping spirit bead in her body awoke.
She suddenly remembered a lot of things: remembered that she was a fox demon cultivating in the lower realm, recognized her Master, fourth brother, Xiaohu, her grandparents in her first life, her best friend, the black dog PiDan, and a vague name--Ni Zhong...
Linghu Xian shook her head and forcefully climbed up; she saw that the blacksmith beat her mother to the point of bruises, her head broken and bloodied, and also tore her mother's clothes, intending to further violence. Linghu Xian picked up the corner of the room an axe used to cut firewood, with all its strength and ruthlessly once from the back of the man's head.
When the mother woke up, looking like the blacksmith had been cut off and curled up on the side of her daughter, who kept shivering, Linghu Xian's hand still clutching the blood-stained axe. The mother cried out in utter despair. What can be done? Their family of three had no one to turn to in the city, and now they were involved in a murder. What should they do? Moreover, the murderer was her daughter, who was still so young. How could she stand the torture of prison?
She shivered and gently touched the child's head, tight hold on the fox fresh, slowly grabbed the axe, sobbing to her daughter said: "Xiaoxian, child good, listen to my mother, you quickly go to find your brother, you immediately go out of the city to the countryside, go wherever you want, do not care about my mother, in the future, the two of you have to take care of yourselves, quickly go!" Then is going to pick up the axe to commit suicide.
Linghu Xian held his mother's hand, although also full of tears. His eyes became unusually calm: "Mother, you do not want to die; I have a way. You take your brother out of the city; I'll take care of this corpse. Mother, I am not a human but a demon; thank you for your mother's nurturing and great kindness. Fresh Child will repay later; the most urgent thing is to escape quickly."
These words from her daughter dumbfounded the mother. This child couldn't have been stimulated and scared silly, right? When she hesitated, Linghu Xian spat out her spirit bead; under the light of the spirit bead, the body turned into a puff of smoke; there wasn't even any blood left on the ground. Only then did the mother finally understand that she had adopted a demon, so frightened that she hastily backed up and sat on her butt on the ground.
Linghu Xian used her spirit bead to heal her stunned mother's injuries and then heavily kowtowed three times to her mother, "Mother, my daughter is unfilial. She can't serve by your side any longer. In the future, you can forget about me, take my brother, and go far away!" Then, she continued to use the spirit bead to wash away her mother's memories. She no longer remembered having a daughter, no longer remembered all these painful experiences, and then it was really as if she had never seen Linghu Xian before, and mumbled as she packed up her parcels and went to look for her son.
Linghu Xian trailed behind her mother and saw her brother when she arrived at the blacksmith store; she also used the spirit bead to clear her brother's memory and sent them out of the city. The girl was only six years old, and although she recalled many past events, she was also panicked when faced with the reality of the situation. She forced herself to calm down in a hurry and thought carefully about what to do behind her.
Killed a person, although the destruction of the body sooner or later will be noticed by the government to spread the trouble; fortunately, in time to clear the memory of her mother and brother, they will not remember the existence of her Linghu Xian, at least for the time being is safe. What about myself? How do you survive in the world? Although she still has to experience this life through tribulation, no matter how she gets through it, she always has to find a way to live.
Ouyang family steward in the backyard did not find that pair of mother and daughter, inquired about their residence is about to go out to look for when Linghu Xian has been inserted in the head of a straw kneeling in the Ouyang mansion's front door, she is going to sell themselves. The steward initially wanted to follow the Master's intention to give the mother and daughter a little colored look but did not expect this child to come by himself.
He asked, "Where is your mother?"
"My parents are dead, and I've come to sell myself; I beg the master to do me a favor and take me in?" Inserting the straw, Linghu Xian gave the steward uncle a heavy bow.
Linghu Xian knew that even if her mother left with her brother, she would still be captured by the Ouyang family; the disgusting thing she encountered last night had not been resolved. Therefore, after Linghu Xian erased her mother and brother's memories and sent them away from Zong City, she came to the Ouyang family alone.
She remembers that the young Master of the Ouyang family asked her to come over last night to be a servant girl to study ink and lay down paper; how could she not understand that this was to use her as a hostage to keep her mother's mouth shut? Since her mother had already left, she shouldn't cause any trouble and follow young master Ouyang's wish to stay in the Ouyang residence as an enslaved person as much as possible.
No matter how much the steward asked, she always said, "Please do me a favor and take me in!" Can only lead the person back to the house, anyway; the Master was also to her over to the young Master to do the rough maid; the child looked quite bright and practical; the low-income family grew up with children suffering, so it is no longer bother to find her mother.
Linghu Xian, in the deed of sale, pressed the handprint, and from then on, she became the Ouyang family a small servant girl. She wasn't brought to young master Ouyang Zhong's side right away. Instead, she followed along and learned some rules and house rules; she always acted obedient and well-behaved. That's right, a girl of more than six years old, as long as she stood properly, bowed her head, didn't speak, and did whatever she was told to do, no one would be able to say anything, not to mention that no one would find out that she was a demon.
But wait until the night, she lying in a few small servant girl's big bunk, looking at the moon, heart silently thinking: "Master had said, to the earth must not be evil, to all things to do good, and I even killed someone today, this will not be punished? Also, they may not use spells; that is the heavy law of the heavenly realm. Will the spirit bead to dissolve the corpse to erase the memory of the spell not also be punished? Hey! Why am I remembering all this ah ..."
Even though she was a bit fretful now, Linghu Xian didn't feel guilty about killing the bad guys to protect her adoptive mother today. In her opinion, she said that she couldn't let evil people harm the weak, not to mention the one who was injured was her mother in this life, so to protect her mother and her brother, she could only do this.
Linghu Xian remembered so much, but how could she not remember the name she once had and Ni Zhong's appearance? She remembered that there was such a name, but what was he like? What did he look like? He was the former Pi Dan or even a dragon, and things she had forgotten all about them. No matter what, taking one step at a time was the only thing that Linghu Xian could do right now. She could feel the presence of the spirit beads on her body, but she didn't have any jutsu. Thinking about it, she finally fell asleep in a daze.
On the second day, the steward brought Linghu Xian to the eldest young Lord, Ouyang Zhong, to ask for peace. Ouyang Zhong was playing the zither and ignored it, so Linghu Xian stayed on her knees, waiting for the young Master's command. Grand Young Master Ouyang had played this piece of music for a whole incense stick of time and still had not finished. In the late spring and early summer, although the weather had warmed up, the ground was still chilly, so Fox Fresh did not have any unusual behavior, still obedient as in general, kneeling on the floor with his head lowered, waiting for the young Master to say something.
This is because she is not holding back but listening to it. She heard the musical wonders of this tune but also, in the flow of the music, felt the wind, flowers, trees, birds, clouds, and other things in the world, the breath and wonder; this feeling made Linghu Xian intoxicated. A fragrance of flowers came, a tall crabapple tree, also known as begonia, in the courtyard, with tiny pink and white flowers emitting a sweet and refreshing aroma, making Linghu Xian feel like he was in a dream.
"Throw me a wooden peach, and I will be rewarded with an agaric. I will not be rewarded, but always think it is good!" Such a poem popped into her mind, and she couldn't help but smile.
Ouyang Zhong had already finished playing the zither by this time, looking at Linghu Xian, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time but suddenly laughed; he instead felt surprised. I did not think he gave her the horse's way out, but she neither cried and screamed bitterly nor coy face resigned to the lowly look but laughed. She was smiling as if intoxicated, unlike his Master, who forgot all about him. This is strange! Ouyang Zhong's curiosity was aroused gently coughed and said, "What is your name?"
"Slave father's name is Linghu, breast name called Fresh, great young master you call it whatever you want." Linghu Xian reacted quickly. She hadn't forgotten what she was here for.
"Well, the steward has told you all about the rules in my Ouyang residence?" Ouyang Zhong continued to take the Ouyang young master's style.
"All have been instructed properly. Uncle Steward has taught you very carefully. An enslaved person will do my best to serve Young Master in the future." Linghu Xian finished giving Ouyang Zhong a big salute.
Ever since Ouyang Zhong enrolled in the private school to study, he has had his small independent courtyard as a study and daily living place. Only a few flowers and plants were in the yard, except for the begonia tree. Instead, there were all sorts of practicing blades and weapons arranged in a row along the corners of the wall regularly, and there was also a bow and arrow hanging on the wall. There were also several large shelves neatly placed in the study, filled with bamboo scrolls for him to study.
Ouyang Zhong was trained initially according to the standards of a paragon prodigy, and he and other people had high expectations. Since he was a child, Ouyang Zhong had an unrivaled arrogance in his heart and a disdain for everything in the world. In his view, in the large country of Zhong Ming, only a few people in the royal family can not afford to mess with, there are very few ministers and generals he slightly fears, and even his old man Ouyang Ming is not too much in the eyes. Only Ouyang Zhong will judge the situation; on the surface, it is etiquette to do enough work to give others a young and old sense of reliability. In fact, in his mind, everyone else is inferior, nothing. Of course, this kind of pride in self-appreciation is a specific reason and capital; otherwise, it can not afford to be a "prodigy" name.
Ouyang Zhong's side, in addition to a few family servants to help him take care of the trivial matters of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, was called to run errands. Other times, Ouyang Zhong disliked what people around him did to disturb him, so there were no other children of the family's companion reading boy. Even the younger siblings in the family he was rarely close to, the people in the family almost worshipped him as a god. They all tried their best not to disturb his peace and quiet as much as possible. This has gradually allowed Ouyang Zhong to become calm and distant, and he is also used to being alone most of the time. He independently studied the scriptures and books, played chess, and practiced riding and shooting in the courtyard in addition to his own few other people, not to mention the girls of similar age.
The appearance of Linghu Xian broke this routine. When Ouyang Ming heard his son Ouyang's heavy proposal to let this little girl go to the yard to do a call girl, inwardly, was some surprise, but on second thought, his son's age is older than a year, there is no interest in the woman not good, after all, or for the future into the royal family to do a little preparation, can not be too unpalatable.
Linghu Xian was arranged to live in the courtyard in the corner of the small room before it was a pile of debris. Xian thanked and moved over on the day of the visit to Ouyang Zhong. Into some damp and moldy dark room, Xian gently sighed; she finally had a place to settle down about the previous trouble would not be there as long as she honestly to the Ouyang family as an enslaved person; the door does not go out of the door, the government will not think of her as a small murderer hiding in the illustrious Ouyang family.
At first, Ouyang Zhong to Linghu Xian is so fresh that he has been wondering: dream in her world and the reality of her, in the end, is not a person? So, I always wanted to test this little girl. But he didn't take long to get the answer: it must not be a person.
Inside the dream, although there weren't many words with Fox Little Fairy, he always felt that it was a girl with a cheerful and energetic personality, with eyes that always sparkled and smiled, as if she was a ray of warm sunshine that could bring happiness and hope. But now, besides the carefully serving servant girl Linghu Xian, living is a puppet on strings; let her do what she does, not arrange to command; she will not do anything, quietly stand aside to listen to the dispatch. In the eyes of the parents and stewards, this is an excellent maid, obedient and understanding, but Ouyang Zhong dislikes it. Other than the fact that the real Linghu Xian and the fox Xiao Xian in the dream had the same face, there was nothing else in common.
Because the once obsession and curiosity were dispelled, and they chose to ignore this dispensable, inferior, and lowly slave girl. Ouyang Zhong nature this cold later rarely pays attention to this fox fresh, even if living in the same yard every day. This little girl also, in their own eyes, under the eyes of the work, in the eyes of Ouyang Zhong, is just a broom sweeping leaves, a table to put three meals a day, and can help him lay the paper research ink clean up the tool of the bed.