Bang, bang, bang, bang.
The patrolling night watchmen were beating rhythmic clappers.
The sound reached the stilt house, Fang Yuan opened his dry eyelids, and thought to himself: "It's the fifth watch."
Last night, he lay in bed thinking for a long time, and made a lot of plans. He only slept for a little over an hour.
This body has not yet started to practice, and the energy is not strong, so waves of fatigue and sleepiness still shroud the body and mind.
However, more than 500 years of experience have long forged Fang Yuan's steel-like will. This little sleepiness is nothing. He
immediately pushed away the thin silk blanket on his body and got up neatly.
He opened the window and the spring rain had stopped.
The fresh and moist air mixed with the fragrance of soil, trees and wild flowers suddenly hit his face. Fang Yuan suddenly felt his mind clear and the drowsiness was driven away.
At this time, the sun had not risen yet, and the sky was deep blue, dark and bright.
Looking around, the stilt houses built with green bamboo and trees contrast with the mountains, creating a quiet and green scene. The
stilt houses have at least two floors, which is a unique structure for mountain dwellers. Because the mountains are rugged, the first floor is made of huge wooden piles, and the second floor is where people live.
Fang Yuan and his brother Fang Zheng live on the second floor.
"Master Fang Yuan, you are awake. I will come upstairs and help you wash up." At this moment, a young girl's voice came from downstairs.
Fang Yuan looked down and saw that it was his personal maid Shen Cui.
She was only of average appearance, but she was well dressed. She wore a green shirt, long sleeves and long pants, embroidered shoes, and a pearl hairpin in her black hair. She exuded youthful vitality from head to toe.
She looked at Fang Yuan happily, carried a basin of water, and went upstairs.
The water is warm water, which is used to wash the face. For rinsing the mouth, willow branches dipped in snow salt can clean teeth and whiten them.
Shen Cui served him gently, with a smile on her face and spring in her eyes. Then she helped Fang Yuan dress and buttoned his clothes, and from time to time she rubbed Fang Yuan's arms or back with her plump chest.
Fang Yuan had no expression on his face, and his heart was as calm as water.
This maid was not only the eyeliner of his uncle and aunt, but also vain and cold. He had been deceived by her in his previous life. After the Enlightenment Ceremony, his status plummeted, and she immediately turned against him and rolled her eyes at him.
When Fang Zheng came, he saw Shen Cui smoothing the wrinkles on Fang Yuan's clothes on his chest, and a trace of envy and jealousy flashed in his eyes.
Living with his brother for these years and being taken care of by Fang Yuan, he also had a servant to serve him. But she was not a young maid like Shen Cui, but a fat and swollen old woman.
"If one day, Shen Cui can serve me like this, what would it feel like?" Fang Zheng thought about it, but didn't dare to think about it.
It was well known in the mansion that his aunt and uncle favored Fang Yuan.
Originally, he didn't have a servant to serve him, but Fang Yuan took the initiative to ask for one.
Although there was a difference in status between master and servant, Fang Zheng didn't dare to look down on Shen Cui on weekdays. This was because Shen Cui's mother, Nanny Shen, who was beside his aunt, was also the housekeeper of the entire mansion. She was deeply trusted by his aunt and had considerable authority.
"Okay, no need to clean up." Fang Yuan brushed away Shen Cui's soft little hand impatiently. Her clothes had been smoothed out long ago. Shen Cui was more seducing.
For her, she had a bright future and a great possibility of first-class qualifications. If she could become Fang Yuan's concubine, she could change from a slave to a master, which was a step to heaven.
In his previous life, Fang Yuan was deceived and even fell in love with this maid. After rebirth, he was able to see through it like a fire, and his heart was as cold as frost.
"You can leave." Fang Yuan didn't even look at Shen Cui, and adjusted his cuffs.
Shen Cui pouted slightly, feeling a little strange and aggrieved by Fang Yuan's lack of understanding today. She wanted to say something coquettish, but was shocked by Fang Yuan's mysterious temperament. She opened her mouth several times, and finally said "yes", and retreated obediently.
"Are you ready?" Fang Yuan looked at Fang Zheng.