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"Oh? Tell me about it?" Jing Yu gently lifted Qian Xue's chin to make her look at him.

"In the dream, you agreed that I would leave the house." Qianxue said while observing Jing Yu's expression and swallowed nervously.

Seeing that Jing Yu's eyes were even colder, she quickly said: "But, you later regretted it and saw that I stayed here."

Jing Yu sneered after hearing this, "You are always consistent, planning how to leave in your dreams. You even secretly suspect that this young master is a man who breaks his word."

"Master, calm down. I have no intention of doing this. You can do countless things in your dreams." Qian Xue put on an ugly smile, trying to appease her master Jing Yu.

"Really? I think exactly the opposite of what you think. Dreams are feedback from your true consciousness." His voice was not loud, but it was loud, and Qian Xue's back was bent even more with each hit.

Qianxue felt very tired. Her knowledge was not as good as that of the eldest young master. As long as the eldest young master wanted to accuse her, no matter what she said, it would be wrong and there was no room for refutation.

She suddenly didn't want to speak anymore, she just lowered her head and let Jing Yu interpret it by himself.

Jing Yu saw that she was becoming mute again, and her expression became ugly as well. Some sarcastic words were already in her mouth, ready to be spoken at any time.

"Cough, cough, cough." The violent coughing sound was very noticeable in the silent room.

Jing Yu saw Qian Xue almost coughing like a shrimp, but finally stopped the unpleasant words in her mouth and raised his hand to caress her back.

"With your body like this, how are you going to live after leaving the house?" he said while observing Qian Xue's condition.

Qianxue wanted to retort, but she couldn't control her instinct to cough. Physiological tears oozed from the corners of her eyes. She raised her head as if she was afraid of tears falling down, but the bright red eyes still softened Jing Yu's heart.

He sighed softly, leaned closer, wrapped his arms around the person whose coughing gradually subsided, and slowly pulled her into his arms.

Qian Xue's body was a little stiff at first, not just out of habit or something else, but then she slowly began to relax, and finally she leaned completely into Jing Yu's arms.

Jing Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead softly, and said something with a bit of sourness: "You know how to take advantage of both sides. You are thinking about leaving the house, and you have taken away all the benefits I gave you." ."

Qian Xue was still leaning tenderly in Jing Yu's arms. When she heard this, she immediately straightened up and looked at Jing Yu.

Jing Yu didn't have time to calm down, his face was full of displeasure and grievance that she had deceived him.

Qianxue felt that all this was simply ridiculous. It was clear that the young master had taken possession of her body in the first place, and now that the young master was acting like this, it seemed as if he had used his own means to take advantage of her and then abandoned her.

She lowered her eyes and did not look at Jing Yu's face, fearing that she would not be able to control herself and say something unpleasant.

"Since I was brought back by the young master, I have become the young master's maid. Whatever the young master needs from me, I will do whatever I need. It's the same as serving the bed..."

Although she was a little annoyed, when it came to serving the bed, she couldn't help but lower her voice and feel a little shy.

Jing Yu was hurt by these words, "For you, they are all responsibilities and duties, right?"

Qianxue only felt that the young master was looking for trouble again. She nodded slightly and responded: "Since this servant has been assigned to serve the young master, these are naturally what he should do."

Jing Yu was completely turned off by these words. He was attached to her, tender and couldn't help it. However, Qian Xue saw him as just a job, probably no more emotional than sweeping and mending.

He stood up from the couch and looked down at Qianxue, looking down on her. Qian Xue did not raise her eyes to meet his, but lowered her head and looked at the quilt on the bed.

Jing Yu turned around and waved, "I'm telling you once again, don't let me hear about leaving the house again. As long as I still need you, you can stop wishing to leave."

Qianxue then raised her head to look for Jing Yu, but she only saw his stern back. She felt uncomfortable, knowing that this matter was completely impossible with Jing Yu.

"I will obey the young master's instructions." She said calmly, for fear of making Jing Yu angry again.

After Jing Yu heard this, he quickly left Qian Xue's room. Although he was still angry, he still called Tianxuan and asked him to find someone to put some high-quality charcoal in Qian Xue's room, and then find someone to put the fire in Qian Xue's room. The broken door was repaired.

Qianxue wrapped herself in the quilt again and lay back. She had not given up on leaving the house. She believed that facing a person who wanted to leave and was unwilling to compete for favor, no matron would want to leave her disgusting in the backyard. my own.

After Miss Qi Liu has taken control of the backyard and is singing harmoniously with the young master, she goes to ask for grace. Miss Qi Liu will probably allow her to leave the house.

At that time, the young master probably wouldn't be as tyrannical as he is today.

Miss Qi Liu, who had high hopes from Qian Xue, was not doing well at the moment.

The night wind howled, and a few wisps of cold wind came in from time to time in the lonely ancestral hall, causing the already dim flames to sway.

Qi Lingying was kneeling quietly in front of the queue, her expression silent and her back straight. She moved her shoulders and tightened her thin clothes.

Seeing that her face was pale from the cold, Sizhu couldn't help but choked and said: "Miss, you shouldn't be tough with them. The injuries suffered by this slave are nothing."

Qi Lingying turned to look at Si Zhu, and her voice gradually became filled with warmth, "If I don't accept this punishment, they will probably kill you."

"But, but... they went too far. They took off your clothes in such a cold night and made you kneel in this extremely cold ancestral hall. Didn't they want your life?"

Sizhu choked up at first, and became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and finally started crying quietly.

Qi Lingying sighed softly, slowly made fists with her hands, moved her numb fingertips, and then raised her hand to pat Sizhu's shoulder.

"Since I chose Mr. Jing Dalang, I naturally knew that this day would come. All these years of concessions and humiliation will never be in vain."

She wanted to move her sore and numb legs, but found that she was already kneeling almost unconscious.

Her face changed slightly, and she moved one leg vigorously, but accidentally kicked a futon beside her to the altar table, causing the incense on it to shake a little.

Seeing this, Sizhu forgot to cry. If someone discovered this, it would be disrespectful to the ancestors.

Qi Lingying looked at the shaking flames with a normal expression, her extremely beautiful cheeks hidden in the shadows, and a disdainful smile raised at the corner of her lips.

What ancestral ranking? But they were just wooden signs. If they were really spiritual, how could her little girl, who had done so much for the Qi family, end up like this?

But they are all crazy things that trap people, monsters that suck human blood.

She gradually straightened her body again. She believed that everything tonight would eventually pass and her father would make a wise decision in a few days.