That night, Zhao Yin was once again awakened by a nightmare and sat on the couch and gasped.

With the help of the faint light emitted by the oil lamp on the table in the house, it is not difficult to see that he is sweating and his expression is a little frightened.

He couldn't help but dream about the experience that night again.

That night, his father and mother, as well as the loyal servants and guards led by the family order Cao Ju and the chief guards of the guards, all died in desperation.

His teacher, Mr. Gongyang, took him and Azhu, to flee to the Shahe River in a hurry. On the way, there were loyal guards in the family who died in order to cut off their backs.

"Young Master, go quickly!"

"Leave it to us, sir, please ask you!"

"Bohu, don't let the sacrifices of the guards be in vain. Escape with me quickly. Keep this body there, and you will still have the chance to take revenge in the future!"

"Big Young Master!"

“Furo…”

Zhao Yin breathed a long sigh.

Although it took nearly eight years, Zhao Yin still remembered the experience of that night.

"Young Master?"

The heavy breathing sound woke Azhu who was sleeping on the same bed.

She leaned her body towards Zhao Yin, gently stroked his back with her hands, and a little bit of heartache appeared in her eyes.

She raised her hand and wiped the cold sweat from Zhao Yin's forehead with her sleeves, and asked softly, "Have you had that nightmare again?"

"ah."

Zhao Yin nodded slightly and held the hand that wiped Azhu's cold sweat off his forehead in his hand.

Azhu obediently leaned her body on his back and her head on his shoulder.

I don’t know how long it took, but a rooster crow outside the house broke the beautiful atmosphere inside.

"It's time for me to get up." Although Zhao Yin was a little attached to the body behind him, his tone was very firm. After a smile at Azhu, he turned around and got out of the bed.

"I'll serve the young master to dress..."

"No, you have a rest."

"But……"

"obedient."

"Well……"

Azhu could only smile bitterly as her young master got out of bed. After putting on her clothes, she picked up the oil lamp on the table, picked up another volume of books, and walked out of the house.

Soon, a loud reading sound came from outside the house.

"...The sky is the yin and yang, cold and heat, and the time is the control; the earth is the distance, near, dangerous and easy, wide and narrow, and life and death; the general is the wisdom, trustworthiness, benevolence, courage, and strictness; the law is the control, the official and the way, and the master is the control. All these five are heard of, those who know it will win, and those who do not know it will not win..."

Azhu listened quietly. Although she didn't understand the meaning, she knew that her young master read very seriously, and every word was strong and powerful.

"Quanhou, Madam, the young master is really working hard. I hope you have the spiritual power in heaven to bless him..."

She prayed silently in her heart.

After listening for a while, Azhu also got up, put on her clothes, and tidied up the bed with the oil lamp. When she saw some traces, even though she was many years older than Zhao Yin, she couldn't help but feel a little burned.

She never thought she would go this far with her young master.

Without the orders of her parents, the words of her matchmaker, and the permission of her wife Zhou, one night, she gave her body a lot of six or seven years younger than her.

"The quiet girl at least has the chance to be the wife's life..."

After tidying up the bed, Azhu couldn't help but have some random thoughts.

However, when she thought of Jingnv, her mood became much better.

God saw that pitiful, that little girl and the second young master whom she served were still alive... Bah, it should be said that the sky has eyes.

"The Jingnv is the same age as the second young master, and the same age as the young master. Isn't it almost eighteen?"

She sat next to the bed and thought to herself.

She remembered that about two months ago, Zhang Ji, who had returned to Jiangdong, came to Jining and told Zhao Yin and her that the second son Zhao Yu and Jingnu were still alive.

She clearly remembers that in the past eight years, her young master was so happy.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ji left because of this.

『…After all, the second young master is Zhang Ji’s true loyalty.』

Azhu was a little regretful because she heard her young master praise Zhang Ji more than once. She thought Zhang Ji would stay with Zhao Yin forever.

Squeak-

She gently pushed the door out, but the sound of the door opening still alarmed Zhao Yin who was reading aloud outside the house. He immediately turned around and frowned slightly.

Azhu immediately explained: "I... can't sleep anymore."

Hearing this explanation, Zhao Yin stretched his eyebrows and said with a little bit of self-blame: "Is it that I am chanting loudly, has it disturbed you?"

Azhu shook her head: "I'm just not sleepy... I'm going to cook, young master must keep working hard."

"Um."

After saying a few simple words to Zhao Yin, Azhu walked to the kitchen and prepared to cook the rice.

The county where they are now is called Kao County, which is only a hundred miles away from Liangcheng. Five days ago, Wu Yi, the general of the Jiangdong Yishi, captured the county with the help of several Taishan bandits.

Although the Yishi was slogans of "not harming innocent people" and "not invading the people", many people still fled, so that many vacant houses appeared in the city.

She knew that the Jiangdong Yishima would be besieging Liang County with the other several charity masters, but she was not interested in it. Apart from avenging the village marquis and his wife Zhou, the only thing she was interested in now was the affairs of Jingnv and the second young master.

For example, how old did Jingnu give her body to the second young master?

For example, that girl has given birth to a child...

No wonder, after all, there were more than 20 maids in the Marquis' Mansion in Luyang Township that year, and it seemed that she and Jingnu were left. They followed the eldest son Zhao Yin and the second son Zhao Yu, and escaped by chance. The rest of the old sisters all died that night.

Including the very best wife Zhou.

Whenever Azhu thinks of this, she can't help but cry.

Just as she was secretly sad, she suddenly heard a whirlpool sound coming from the yard.

She glanced into the yard and found that Zhao Yin had finished his morning reading today and was practicing martial arts in the house.

"Young Master really works hard..."

She thought to herself again.

In the past eight years, she has followed her former wife Zhou's entrustment to her and has always followed the eldest son Zhao Yin, and naturally took many things into consideration.

In her impression, for the past eight years, her young master has been insisting on going to bed late and getting up early. Every day, he gets up and reads early, first reading Confucianism, then studying military books, and then practicing martial arts. Even if one day he is sick, he will not delay it.

It was like such a tight day. It was already hard enough when he was in Xia Pi, but this eldest son did not feel it was hard at all. For example, this time, the Jiangdong Yishi besieged Liang County. In addition to his own studies and martial arts, the eldest son was also responsible for the food and grass matters of the Yishi's master - this was Mr. Yang's test for him.

The eldest son forced himself to work harder again and again, which made Azhu feel worried.

However, just like her at this moment, she could only lean silently at the kitchen door and silently keep this worry in her heart.

Because she knew very well, what he was doing his best for.

The only thing she could do was take good care of the eldest son and handle all the trivialities for him so that he could study and practice martial arts wholeheartedly.

“Yo.”

Suddenly, an out-of-time greeting interrupted Azhu's thoughts.

She turned around and saw a man dressed in a guard walking into the house with a frivolous smile. This person was Zhao Yin's guard chief and Chu Xiao.

Although Zhao Yin commented that Chu Xiao has talents no less than Zhang Ji, in Azhu's opinion, this frivolous guy is not as stable and reliable as Zhang Ji.

"It smells so good."

He sniffed with his nose, and the guard named Chu Xiao turned to look at Azhu who was standing at the door of the kitchen, and waved: "Azhu, I haven't seen him all night, is he more beautiful?"

Somehow he thought of, Azhu's face turned red slightly. After spitting inwardly, he returned to the kitchen without looking back.

At this moment, with a sound of silence, Zhao Yin's sharp sword in his hand stopped, and then he slowly pointed the sword edge at Chu Xiao, with a little unhappiness on his face.

As if he realized something, Chu Xiao quickly raised his hands and said with a smile: "Young Master, don't get me wrong. I just praised me, don't have any meaning. She is yours. How dare I have any ideas?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Yin knew Chu Xiao’s character well, and knew that he had this attitude towards everyone, so he didn’t care in his heart. He pointed at the sword on Chu Xiao’s waist with his sword and urged, “Practice the sword with me.”

"Good it?"

Chu Xiao said with a smile: "I'm afraid of hurting the young master..."

"You really dare to say it?"

Zhao Yin laughed rather than angry and snorted: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

After saying that, he kicked his feet and stabbed Chu Xiao with one punch.
To be continued...