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Bitong was so angry that she took a step forward to argue with her, but she was pulled by Cheng Xueyan.

Du Yingzi thought that she had hit her mind and became more and more presumptuous: "It is said that Mr. Gu San was seriously injured, but he doesn't want to be alive as usual. It seems that it's nothing, but some people want to take the opportunity to turn over. Is this little difference better than a new marriage? It's just that I don't know when I'll see you again today. It's really embarrassing, but if you're angry..."

Speaking of this, I didn't know what I thought of. I covered my mouth and smiled for a long time.

Cheng Xueyan said nothing and only smiled at Du Yingzi from beginning to end.

The smile is clean and soft, without a trace of evil thoughts, which makes Du Yingzi feel uncertain.

She laughed again. Seeing that Cheng Xueyan didn't talk to each other, she didn't feel angry: "Bitong, take your master back quickly, so as not to be crazy again..."

Cheng Xueyan still smiled, saluted her again, and Shi Ran left.

Du Yingzi was even more suspicious and stared at the back for a long time. Finally, she finally decided that she was just renewing her relationship with Gu Sanxian, and she thought she could continue to be her third grandmother, but can things be as easy as she thought?

Childish!

She spat at the blurred figure in the twilight and proudly helped her away.

"Girl, why did you stop me just now? Should we tell her what we saw and see how proud she is? Bitong is indignant.

"This kind of thing... is the best thing for her to find out by herself." Cheng Xueyan's tone was slow and unsatisfactory without any anger.

"I don't understand. In the past, Mr. Du embarrassed the girl, and the girl could push her back no matter how difficult it was, but now there is the most favorable opportunity to hit her. How can the girl be humble?"

"Didn't you understand what we just said?" Cheng Xueyan stopped: "Think about it, even if you tell the truth, will she believe it in that situation? Even if you don't meet her just now, just talk about it on weekdays. Based on what you know about her, do you think she will believe it? About Qitong... Shouldn't you forget it?"

Bitong was silent for a long time: "But... as arrogant as she is, you have to hit..."

"We don't need to take action." Cheng Xueyan smiled and said, "Do you want to be seen by others or do you want to see others act?" The longer this kind of thing is pressed, the more lively it will explode. Let's just wait to watch the fun..."

When Cheng Xueyan said this, although her face was smiling, her heart was cold. She found that she was getting more and more evil. How could she build her happiness on the pain of others? But she is really looking forward to the day when the truth comes out soon. Now as long as you briefly imagine Du Yingzi's shock and anger, the corners of her lips can't help but turn up again and again. What kind of happiness is more powerful than appreciating the sadness and anger of a person who is always self-righteous and always enjoys trampling on others but is eventually deceived and eventually trampled?

I'm so evil! She couldn't help sighing and repenting again, but all this seemed destined for her to continue to be evil.

Bitong couldn't fully understand the master's explanation. She turned around a few times and suddenly went around to the previous question: "How can they be together? Miss Qin...how come? Mr. Fu...isn't he really a good person?"

The shoulder was suddenly patted hard, and then looked into the girl's eyes. The girl looked at her admiringly and said seriously, "Bitong, you have finally grown up!"

Bitong looked at the girl walking in front of her confusedly, but she was still struggling with this impossibility.

The girl did not go back to the Yanran Pavilion, but went straight to the kitchen.

She was stunned and immediately understood the girl's heart. She couldn't help but move. No matter what happened, the girl's heart was always towards them.

As soon as Cheng Xueyan stepped into the outer door of the kitchen, Mother Tang flew over first like a duck, rattling.

"Big girl, how about a few days? Yesterday, I specially made the girl's favorite braised duck gizzard... I knew it would be very busy, so I prepared it in advance and sent it to the girl in the evening, but the girl was not there..."

Hearing this, Bitong quickly wink at her.

M Mother Tang is a clever person and immediately changed the topic: "Is the girl coming to see Sister Qitong this time?"

Qi Tong is a punished person and the least status person in Cheng's family. Since Mother Tang is willing to call her "sister", she is in the face of Cheng Xueyan. Of course, she does not mean to criticize Qitong.

Mother Tang led them to a small dark room.

"These days, she is always listless. I said I would invite a doctor, but she said she didn't. Her body was not tossed, so although she was short of manpower these days, she did not call her, so she was allowed to lie inside. But it's not okay to just lie down and not eat. At present, the big girl came and persuaded her at least. This thing can't be eaten as a meal. People have to live, don't they?"

What Mother Tang said was very real, and Cheng Xueyan couldn't help but feel that she also had a little sincerity to Qitong.

The room is extremely narrow, because the roughness of the kitchen makes the servants live in such a pigeon cage. Only the stewman's room is slightly brighter, and you can also take your daughter and son under the age of ten to live in it. Normally, Qitong's treatment is also superior. Other rough maids squeeze two or three people into a room, but she lives alone.

The room is very quiet and dark, as if there is no one.

Mami Tang lit an oil lamp on the table and whispered, "Why don't you get up soon? The big girl is coming..."

There was a stalk from one corner barely touched by the weak light, and then someone hurriedly got off the ground, but fell down and knocked over something.

Gang rushed to help the man who fell first, but shouted to this side: "The big girl knocked her leg carefully..."

In the dim light, Qitong leaned against the bedside like yellow paper, but tried to smile at them: "I just got up a little... Mother Tang was very kind to me, and she took care of me these days..."

Mother Tang's old face turned hot: "Big girl, you talk first, and the maidservant has gone out. However, it's a little cold in this room. The big girl should be careful.

The door is creaking.

Cheng Xueyan looked at Qitong, but saw her smiling and said, "The bed is narrow and dirty, and the stool is also dusty, so I won't invite the eldest girl to sit down."

Cheng Xueyan was just worried about Cheng Cangyi's wedding. She was afraid that she would have something to think of again. She was in a hurry to have a look, but she didn't know what to say. If you talk about comfort, it is the most useless thing at this moment. Everyone knows the truth, and it is heartbreaking to repeat over and over again without being smart.

"I understand what the girl is worried about." Qitong really understands: "I'm fine, otherwise I won't have survived until now, but I'm just not feeling well..."

What she said is also telling the truth. Her heart is going to marry another woman. Not only is she powerless, but she also has to cook for those who bless this marriage, thinking that he and she walk into the wedding room with red silk in the sound of blessings, thinking that he and her sideburns... No one can bear such torture. She can also bless them, but it would be too cruel to put her heart on the slight fire of this blessing and roast it slowly.

"I'll be fine in a few days. Don't worry, big girl." Her expression was calm, and there was a kind of illusory beauty under the swaying of the bean-sized light.

Cheng Xueyan still touched her forehead uneasly... It was not hot, and she shook her hand again... cold.

She smiled again: "There is no brazier in the room, so it's naturally cold."

Cheng Xueyan asked Bitong to ask someone to find the brazier.

"Don't be busy. I don't want them to order." Qitong said lightly.

"Do you want to freeze yourself to death? You are like this... no one will know."

Cheng Xueyan had to say this cruel word, because she really didn't want to see Qitong slowly abuse herself to death. Moreover, this is also a fact. For the sake of Qitong's safety, Cheng Cangyi will never contact her again. In addition, who will report Qitong's situation to Cheng Cangyi? Isn't that looking for a dead end? For Chengfu, Qitong is already a dead person, and sometimes she even thinks that maybe the right choice is to let everyone forget her.

"Yes, no one knows, I know." Qitong was still smiling: "I just want to stay alone and look at the darkness, as if this night will never pass..."

Cheng Xueyan understood her thoughts and couldn't help smiling bitterly, silly girl. Do you think you can avoid everything that happens outside by hiding in your own world? At this time, the sound of silk and bamboo, the non-stop noise of the kitchen, and the dimming light... What does not announce that time will never stop for one person? What is not announcing the happy events of Chengfu? You can avoid the reminders of the outside world, but you can't hide your heart like a mirror.

But Qitong stubbornly looked at the rough wall opposite, and her eyes seemed to fall on a faraway place: "Don't worry, I'll be fine after a while..."

When she said this, it was worrying, as if she would do something extraordinary as soon as she turned around.

Cheng Xueyan couldn't help regretting her appearance and sprinkled salt on her wound.

However, she still remembers the intention of this visit: "Qitong, if there is a chance, would you like to leave the house with me?"

Bitong immediately widened her eyes... Does the girl still have to take Qitong with her?

Qi Tong's eyes turned to her blankly, with a light but blurred smile.

"Living with me and Bitong..." Cheng Xueyan had to continue.

"I'm already a rude girl, how can I serve the girl close to me? Girl, don't bother me..."

It seems that she still doesn't understand.

Cheng Xueyan was waiting to explain clearly, but Bitong quietly pulled her sleeve, so she had to stop, say a few words, and turn away.

"Help me turn off the light..."

A sigh came from behind.

A wisp of green smoke trembled and quickly disappeared in the darkness, squeaking the door, only separating the coldness in loneliness.