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213. Chapter 213 Miss Be Careful 1

The eldest brother's pair of peach blossom eyes were dark and bottomless: "Rong'er, please be at ease. The eldest brother has his own opinion on this matter."

Alas, in the eyes of my elder brother, am I still the little girl who climbs trees and walls and knows nothing about the world? I know nothing, how can I feel relieved?

"Ahem, Shaohua, Rong'er is a smart woman. If you want her to feel at ease, you shouldn't hide this from her. Besides, she is resolute and stubborn..." The palm of my hand felt warm, and Senior Brother Xiaobai gently held my hand. Immediately, I felt warm.

Full of heart.

The eldest brother sighed sadly, and after a while, he wrote lightly: "Qingqing left the house and fell into a low-class... prostitute... She was there, um, 'sent to welcome' for more than half a year, and she contracted a heart disease. Ten

The old bustard sold her to an old beggar for copper coins. When Xianyu found her, she had been resold seven times..."

That year, I first met Qingqing. She hugged her father's leg on the street and begged: "Dad, don't, don't sell me into a brothel..."

Many years have passed, and I still clearly remember her tearful eyes and pitiful look. I don't want to think that life is like a drama, going around and around, and she still has not escaped the fate of selling her body in a prostitute.

I stroked the gorgeous crabapple flowers on my sleeve and asked calmly, "Can she admit to the poisoning?"

The eldest brother's deep eyes flashed, "She admitted...she did it alone."

I smiled like the red plums blooming in the cold snow outside: "I want to see her."

[The lady is coming]

"Rong'er, rest assured, cough, Shaohua and I are standing outside the door." He had been ill, and his dark cloak made his face pale and thin, but his deep black eyes were calm and calm, which made me feel at ease inexplicably.

I forced out a calm smile and pushed open the woodshed door.

A thin figure jumped up from the corner covered with cobwebs. His clothes were in tatters, and only an embroidered purse around his waist still had the calm luster of satin. His hair was sparse and tangled, covering half of his face, and he could only be vaguely seen.

Behind the messy hair, a pair of timid eyes were just like the first time they met.

I took a deep breath, and the damp and cold air from the woodshed filled my heart. I opened my red lips lightly and called out the name I hadn't called out in two years: "Qingqing."

She raised her head suddenly, blowing away a strand of greasy hair, and her eyes that were sunk in her sockets widened. Suddenly, a shrill cry echoed in the empty woodshed: "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!"

There was a bang, the familiar sound of kicking the door, and the yelling suddenly stopped, and a few rays of warm sunlight came in.

I turned around slowly and smiled sweetly: "My master and servant have some private things to talk about. Senior brother, please feel free."

After a while, the room became quiet and cold again.

A rough female voice broke the silence: "You...you still...still..."

The hand stove in my arms exuded warm breath. I hugged it tightly and sneered: "Am I still alive?"

She fell to the ground slumped, shaking the dust everywhere, and murmured: "How could... that medicine..."

medicine?

Was it really her fault?

I do not believe.

I drew my handkerchief and waved away the scattered dust, and asked coldly: "Qingqing, who has such a deep hatred against me and instigates you to do such a vicious thing?"

The disappointment that gradually appeared on her face was gradually replaced by panic, and she screamed: "No! You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense! No one orders me! No one!"

I smiled slightly: "Qingqing, you have been with me for four years. You should know that although I, Ye Rong, have never left the house, never seen much of the world, I am not a stupid lady..."

She trembled violently and clutched the purse at her waist tightly: "You... you are talking nonsense... I did it... I did it alone..."

My smile gradually faded, and I looked at her calmly: "The poison you used on me was made with a sophisticated method, which is unusual. How could you, a little maid in the Duke's palace, have such medicine?"


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