Chapter 62 An Enemy's Pawn

Autumn leaves slid from the treetops and fell into the withered grass, forming a golden blanket.

When the lanterns of Caiwei Pavilion first came on, there were only three people in the huge yard except for the guards outside the door, which seemed somewhat empty and lonely.

"Miss, you are back!"

Ningcui heard the movement and walked out with the lantern. When she saw Feng Qianwei coming back, her eyes flashed with obvious surprise, as if she didn't believe she could come back.

Feng Qianwei noticed her expression at that moment and concluded that she was not wronged.

However, she was not in a hurry to deal with Ningcui, this enemy's chess piece may not be able to be used by herself.

"Well, I don't need you to serve tonight, you go down first."

"The slaves retire."

Although Ningcui had countless questions in her heart, she couldn't get the answer, so she could only retreat.

She saw the beautiful young man beside Feng Qianwei, who was alone in the middle of the night, and didn't know what would happen.

Xu Jinhuan followed Feng Qianwei into the room, his expression was a little nervous, and a peach color appeared on his delicate and beautiful face.

"Lord...Master, do you want to serve you to rest?"

He blushed, lowered his head, and asked like a little daughter-in-law.

He was auctioned off as a male pet, so he was ready to devote himself.

"It's just a break, you don't need to wait."

Feng Qianwei didn't understand what he meant, so she poured a glass of water and took a sip.

"Then I'll go and warm the master... the bed."

The little beautiful man Xu Jinhuan bit his peach-like lips, mustering up all his courage, and said with determination.

Since the master bought him, then he is her person, he has such a consciousness.

In fact, he was full of gratitude to Feng Qianwei, so even if he gave her the first time, he was not unacceptable.

"Warm wool! I brought you back, not to warm your bed. I already have a small stove to warm the bed here, you can't be ranked."

Feng Qianwei said, making Xu Jinhuan both pleasantly surprised and sad.

Is he not even qualified to warm the bed?

When he saw that Feng Qianwei had picked up a puppy and put it on the bed out of nowhere, he was dumbfounded!

It turned out that her bed-warming stove was the little milk dog, and he thought it was another man.

For some reason, there was a burst of joy in his heart.

"What does the master want me to do?"

He pursed his lips and asked a little nervously.

He was only afraid that Feng Qianwei would abandon him or give him to others.

"I'm missing a drug boy by my side, if you want, be my drug boy!"

Feng Qianwei said.

"Of course I would, but I don't know anything about those herbs. Does it matter?"

Xu Jinhuan asked, not knowing if he could do it.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are willing to learn, you can learn it very soon. Besides, you should keep secret about my medical skills."

Feng Qianwei walked to the study, took a primer on basic herbal knowledge, and handed it to him.

"Readable?"

"Hmm. I know."

Xu Jinhuan nodded. In the Peerless Building, they all had to learn to write and have some talents to please the future owner.

Whether they like it or not, they have to undergo all kinds of training, otherwise they will be punished.

Under the glamorous shell of the Peerless Building, there are countless humiliated and humble souls struggling at the bottom, becoming their tools for profit.

"You take the time to read this book, and if you don't understand, ask me, and I'll take you to your room first."

Feng Qianwei took him to the next room, which was vacant and no one lived, but a lot of dust had accumulated.

She lit the candle holder, and the orange fire illuminated the room.

It's not fancy here, but it's got everything.