The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier.

Pedestrians on the road rushed past one by one.

Water splashes on the stone road, one after another, tirelessly.

When Ah Hui returned to his house, there was a man kneeling in the yard.

He looked to be almost thirty years old, with a fawning smile on his face, kowtowing constantly, and saying words of begging for mercy.

His whole body was already soaked, and his thin clothes clung to his flesh.

My back is a bit hunched, as if it was caused by carrying things all year round.

The cold stone road and the pouring rain.

None of this seemed to make him feel cold.

He knelt down, smiled, and kept apologizing.

I don't have any temper, nor do I feel it is disrespectful to my dignity.

Sitting in a pavilion not far ahead was Butler Liu.

He sat leisurely on the stone bench, carelessly brushing the teacup with the tea lid, blowing away the foam floating on the tea.

The deep and cold triangular eyes were half-closed, with an expression that was half-smiling.

Two maids behind him were fanning him, holding a huge fan with exquisite carvings on it and gold thread carvings on the handle.

The weather is obviously cool, but he behaves like this.

The tranquility of time is in stark contrast to the heavy rain outside the pavilion.

He just smiled and watched the man in front of him kowtow and apologize in the heavy rain.

It's like watching a good show.

Indifferent, with an indifferent smile.

From time to time, he also said a few witty words, making the maids laugh like silver bells.

Ah Hui couldn't stand it, so he walked out of the side path and planned to step forward and pardon the man.

Butler Liu is used to arrogant and arrogant people because he is an old man in the house.

Do one thing before others and another behind others.

He grew up watching the Prime Minister, and later took care of Chen Feibai.

There is no merit or hard work.

Even though the wailing in the backyard continued, no one dared to complain in front of the Prime Minister.

The seventh-grade official of the Prime Minister's Concierge.

Performed vividly.

Ah Hui sighed and walked towards the pavilion. When he passed by the Ming man, he heard him say: "Kneel down, just kneel down. I kneel down every day when I go to school. Just live."

He spoke in a low voice, but Ah Fai still heard him.

Ah Hui was stunned for a moment.

This tone? It doesn’t sound like someone from this dynasty.

I'm used to hearing docile tones these days, and suddenly I heard such a casual tone...

And this content...

Ah Hui turned his head and glanced at the kneeling man expressionlessly.

The man's eyes met Ah Hui's.

The mouth that had been thinking in vain immediately closed.

He instantly showed a more flattering smile to Ah Hui, nodded and bowed.

Although he is not very old, he has a sad sense of vicissitudes of life.

There is a tendency to please that cannot be concealed in his behavior.

For some reason, Ah Hui suddenly thought of his brother who worked in the hotel lobby.

To support myself in school.

Standing at the door of the hotel.

I nod and bow like this every day.

The smile seemed to be welded to his face.

In order to make a living, I learned to laugh when I see people.

It was like a mask, welded tightly to his face.

Ah Hui didn't show anything strange. He just glanced at him, then immediately turned back and continued walking towards the pavilion.

It was like passing by a stall and looking back at it casually.

When Butler Liu saw Ah Hui, he immediately stood up.

He has always been very considerate and there is no room for fault.

Chen Feibai is the only son, and Ah Hui is his personal bodyguard.

Don’t look at the monk’s face but look at the Buddha’s face.

It's not like he is the lowest servant in this house, so he should be given some thin noodles.

"You came back so early today." Butler Liu smiled and spoke in a very friendly tone. I wonder if people would think he was very kind. They have a very good relationship.

Ah Hui remained silent and looked at Butler Liu.

Butler Liu didn't feel strange either.

Su Wenwei Liu Weiwei has been a poker face for a long time, doesn't know how to adapt, and is a fool.

People are born with weak tendencies, so why bother with them?

Ah Hui looked at the man in the courtyard, and a cold voice sounded: "What did he commit?"

Butler Liu continued to laugh: "He is just a useless servant. He is clumsy and has stained Mr. Liu's eyes. Don't take it to heart."

His tone was extremely light.

But he also called Ah Hui Mr. Liu.

It gives enough face.

But the reality is that Ah Fai is told not to meddle in other people's business.

It's just a matter of dealing with kittens and puppies, so there's no need to get involved.

Ah Hui raised his eyebrows.

Naturally, he heard the implication of the butler's words.

He looked at the sky and then at the man kneeling in the courtyard: "It's raining heavily. If nothing happens, just let him go."

Butler Liu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ah Hui thoughtfully.

"Since when did Mr. Liu become interested in this servant?"

This sentence is very dangerous.

It's a temptation, it's a bad intention.

Those time-travelers are all big and brainless somewhere.

Open your mouth and shut up, everyone is equal.

Let these princes and nobles look ridiculous.

If everyone is equal, how can they settle the accounts for the children they have sacrificed over the years?

If everyone is equal, why do they get up early and stay up late to practice martial arts and study, and do everything possible to give their sisters to the emperor and the old man to waste?

Let your son go to the battlefield and shed his blood?

Isn't it for the prosperity of the family?

They have accumulated enough sacrifices over the years to make things seem peaceful now.

The slogan that everyone is equal is as ridiculous as ants clamoring against an elephant.

Ah Hui's expression remained unchanged and he glanced at the housekeeper calmly.

Just such a look made the housekeeper shocked.

He unconsciously took a step back.

These are a pair of bloodthirsty and sinister eyes.

It seemed like his hands were covered in blood.
To be continued...