Chapter 7 Old Man

Dayan is located in the south. The weather is sultry. The flower material has been fat for many days, and the smell is so smelly from afar, let alone squatting so close. When she found the shovel that fell into the fertilizer, she seemed to hesitate. She looked left and right and didn't find any handy tools. After thinking about it for a moment, she gritted her teeth from the dirt mixed with human and animal manure, took out the dirty things, knocked off the excrement on it, and continued the action in her hand. "M Mother Li, don't worry, that's good. !"

Qingzhu hesitated and finally stood in front of her. The woman in pink was still focusing on stirring, but noticed that a pair of very delicate embroidered shoes in front of her was obviously different from usual. She raised a pair of big watery eyes and looked up little by little.

When the sight was finally fixed on the cheek of the person in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. After making sure that he was right, he said mumly, "Second sister!"

"Big sister!" Qingzhu also wondered how the woman who used to wear gold, silver, pearls and jade, from hair to heels, could become such a miserable and pitiful appearance now!

Lv Youzhu's body is a pink outdated palace suit. Several places have been worn and faded. His hair is rolled up without any decoration. His plain face faces the sky. A pair of white and tender hands have several small scars, mixed with the dirt on it, which is painful to look at.

This is the third time they met. The first time was in the small courtyard of Qingzhu in the Southern Qi Dynasty. At that time, Lv Youzhu was the prince concubine who was full of the stars and the moon. She was unparalleled and arrogant, like a proud peacock. The second time was at the palace banquet in Northern Qin. At that time, although she was not spoiled, she was still well dressed and well. Where is the poverty like now? Her current dress is obviously not much different from the maid of honor. At first glance, she is the maid of the prince's mansion.

When Youzhu saw the surprise on Qingzhu's face, he sneered, lowered his head and was silent. After a long time, he said coldly, "Don't laugh. I know you have been looking forward to this day for a long time. I don't have anyone to complain today. It turns out that there is really a word retribution in the world!"

He smiled coldly, his voice with a trace of undisguable vicissitudes, and his eyes were cold, as if he could see through everything.

"Who asked you to do this?" His eyes suddenly became sharp. Qingzhu waved off Youzhu's busy hands and said in a low voice, "Is Yan Dan or Zhen waiter?" Is this what the princess should do?

The eyes of Youzhu are like hard ice in the north. Such an expression appears on this face. Compared with the bright and beautiful woman in the past, it looks so dazzling and strange. "No one let me do it myself. Maybe this will make me feel better and redeem the sins of love. "

"Ha ha," Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, looked at her coldly, and then stood her sister up from the ground. "Do you think doing some heavy work is atonement? I think you are extremely stupid, and you are not afraid of other people's jokes!"

She took out a silk handkerchief from her arms and helped Youzhu wipe the stains on her jade hands. Because she touched the wound, she kept frowning and biting her lips without humming.

"Quickly, who bullied you so much?" The more Qingzhu wanted to be, the more angry they were. At least they were from the same father and sister. How could they bear to see her being trampled and bullied?

"No, really not..."

While talking, I only heard heavy steps coming eagerly not far away, and a hoarse voice said, "Princess, why did you sneak to the flower cellar again? If you let people know how to talk nonsense, I don't know how to arrange my wife's sins."

Gradually walked in, the woman was shocked when she saw a group of people in front of her. Then he took a look at the flowers on the ground, his face was annoyed, sighed in a long voice, patted his thighs with both hands, and complained, "Princes, you have done such a rough job again. When you look back, it will be rumored that I am a vicious and difficult for the master if you have nothing to do."

"M Mother Li can rest assured that no one else will know," Youzhu smiled and said softly like noodles boiled in boiling water. "Someone asked me to tell the truth. I want to help you with your old age."

"Oh," Mother Li had no choice but to say helplessly, "how come you landed like a field in a year?"

Youzhu ignored her righteous words and smiled shyly, "M Mother Li, now that the work here has been completed, Xiaobi is not in good health, just let her rest for a few more days!"

"The crown princess can't do this. Your excellency has a lot of crimes and spared the old slave's disrespect," Mother Li waved her hand quickly and replied in embarrassment. "It is an order for the little Bi girl to help the flower cellar to help. Don't embarras the old lady."

"But she... hasn't recovered from the last whiplash, and now it's even worse to do this." Youzhu was a little anxious. At this point, he burst into tears, "Xiao Bi is now the only close person around me. If she doesn't have anything, I really have anything!"

"Princess, don't cry, pay attention to what others hear, and they all say that the old lady bullies you," Mother Li is also full of grievance. "Now the servants in the house say that I am a villain behind my back, which is a real injustice. Otherwise, you go back first. If Zhen's waiter asks, I will make up a Kuang and say that these are all done by Xiaobi. Don't mention them to outsiders, otherwise the first person to be punished is Mama me... Excuse me, these people are..."

"Thank you, Mother Li," wiped the tears on her cheeks, laughing like a little girl, "Don't worry, they are all my relatives and friends, and they will not leak the news."

M Mother Li also lost her sorrow and left the flower cellar with a sigh.

Holding the cold and stiff hands in his palm, Qingzhu asked tentatively, "Sister, is Xiaobi your personal maidservant?"

"Well," Youzhu nodded gently, and then seemed to think of something. "No, I have to go back immediately. Why don't we go back to the room together to catch up!"

So, Qingzhu and Youzhu came to the current residence of the crown princess - the flower house.

The flower house is not far from the flower cellar. Originally, the house was built near it to facilitate the women who planted flowers. The house is very simple, with low lints and low eaves. In order to create an environment suitable for the growth of flowers, there is a humid and moldy smell nearby, and it is not even as good as the cold room of the old house of Qingzhu.

I was inhaled by the strong smell of soup before entering the door. In the dim house, there were almost no decoration. The only thing I could see was a big bed in the room, which was lying on a woman's body. His hair was dishevell, covering his face, motionless, and lifeless like a statue.

If it hadn't been for the slight gasp that could be heard at close range, I'm afraid most people would have thought that there was a stiff body lying in the bedding.

There may be too many people coming. ** people obviously noticed the difference from usual and supported the desire to get out of the quilt. "Miss, is it time for me to go to the flower cellar to help?" The thin arms failed to support the petite body. Once again, they fell back and were slipped by the face. The girl's white back was undoubtedly exposed, and the ferocious wound on it pierced everyone's nerves.

At this time, Qingzhu looked at the girl's face. Her pale face had no luster, her listless pupils were half squinting, and her cheeks showed a pathological blush of two camels, panting. Isn't she Xiaobi, the maid who once took the lead in the Qingzhu Pavilion and scolded her?

"How could Xiaobi get hurt?" She gradually frowned, hurriedly reached out to attach her forehead, and said to Youzhu, who was crying beside her, "She has a fever. Why don't you go to see Lang Zhong?"

"The doctors in the house are ill for the masters, and they don't care about the life or death of us slaves." Xiao Nian hurriedly explained.

"Does it look like she died alive and sick?" At least it's a life. It's also a child raised by a mother and father. How can you distinguish between rich and poor as soon as you are born?

"I went to the medical cabinet to ask about my condition and prescribed some anti-inflammatory decoction, and I have been taking care of it recently." Youzhu was slightly moved and looked at Xiaobi worriedly, "I'm afraid if I don't have more rest..."

"Well, the waiter is really getting worse and worse!" When he mentioned this, Xiao Nian was full of anger, "I dare not talk about the crown princess, so I will trample on us slaves to death. I heard that last time I deliberately arranged Xiaobi to work in the flower cellar and made a pile of chores and claimed that she would be severely punished if she couldn't finish it. Sister Xiaobi had just been beaten two days ago. Her old injury has not healed, and she has arranged new hard labor. If she doesn't go, she will be beaten again. When will this life end?

When Qingzhu heard this, his eyes were uncertain and his face was gloomy. "Sister, why are you so angry? Anyway, you are also the hostess of the prince's mansion. How can you let a waiter be bullied so far? Besides, is there something wrong with Yan Dan's eyes? Why don't you be hundreds of times better than that vulgar woman?

Youzhu didn't expect that the second sister could speak for her like this. At present, she cried loudly. After months of forbearance, sadness and bitterness, her brain hit her heart and her stomach was full of bitterness.

"Second sister, my sister took away your beloved. I'm so sorry for you that you still..."

"Don't say anything. You can't blame everything about Yan Dan and me. I can only say that we have no fate. After all, it was his own decision." It turns out that the feelings are like a snow, as beautiful as when it snows, but as desolate when they melt.

The two of them held hands, faced each other, and met with a smile.

Originally, Qingzhu thought that she would gloat, leave behind Er Niang's instructions, and secretly celebrate. When she saw the miserable situation of Youzhu, she finally couldn't be cruel. Blood is thicker than water, and the love between flesh and blood cannot be extinguished. When she finds that her relatives have been insulted by others, she will ignore the protection of her sister and charge for her.