Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 117
With a sound of "Dang--", everyone's eyes focused on the center again.

The beautiful girl stood up and walked towards Yue Xiaoxing. She stood in front of her and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Yue Xiaoxing, you will never be better than me."

Yue Xiaoxing froze for a moment, then silently lowered his head, his face turning pale.

Never compare, never compare, no matter how hard you try.

At this time, the ritual officer had randomly pulled out a book, and said, ""Biji Manzhi"."

The beautiful girl's voice sounded crisply: "If you ask me where the song came from, I would say: Heaven and earth have just begun to divide, and life is about to happen. There is no one who doesn't care about it. That's why this song started..."

Yue Xiaoxing was still standing there, with her head down, her hands tightly twisted under her sleeves, her face turned pale.

Everyone looked at her, and the voice of the girl next to her sounded loudly, but she didn't make any sound.

Everyone sighed: Probably this girl doesn't know anything.

Xiaoye looked at her closely, worried for her.

It doesn't matter if you lose, but why, Xiao Xing, don't you talk?

Yue Xiaoxing was stiff.

She remembered a long time ago, in the small alley in her hometown, her mother held her hand, held her smiling face and said to the sitting noble lady in gold and silver: "Little Xing, hurry up, call me aunt, call me sister." She clearly remembered the disgusted look in the aunt's eyes, like a knife pierced straight into her heart, "It really is a cheap thing, it stinks to death."

Therefore, even if she and her mother returned home, there was still no good house to live in. She huddled in the thatched hut next to the cowshed at night, smelling the smell of the beast day and night, while her mother stayed by the bed for Her aunt was holding a chamber pot—that's all you guys can do.

The beautiful girl has already started to recite the second book - "Theory of No Vacuum".

"Those who live from nothingness are the subtlety of Prajna Xuanjian, and those who have the essence of things..."

Yue Xiaoxing lowered his head, closed his eyes, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

She remembered the first time she saw her older sister. In her gray childhood, that beautiful little girl was like a fairy on a New Year painting. She looked at her, longing for and joyful, and said weakly: "Sister... ".But who tore off that beautiful painted skin and sneered at her: "You are worthy of being called my sister? You stinky girl with lice in her hair!"

Therefore, she could only shrink in the corner and watch her grow up day by day, be sought after by everyone day by day, become more radiant and domineering day by day, and crush her into the dust day by day.

And she is just a little girl who is only fit to shrink in a corner,

The beautiful girl began to recite the third book - "Gongsun Longzi".

Pain appeared on Yue Xiaoxing's face, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

"Xiao Xing!" Xiao Ye couldn't help calling her!
what happened?what happened?what happened? !
Who is calling her? !
small star?

Is it mother?

Yes, it is mother.

What does mother want to say to her.

"Xiao Xing, mother has no skills, but you have to study hard. This is the money that mother secretly left behind. When you arrive in Zhaodu, you can eat whatever you want. Don't starve yourself."

But how did my mother know that she had accumulated most of her life's savings, and when she arrived in Zhaodu, she still couldn't buy one of the "Eighteen Treasures" from the Yellow Crane Tower.

"Xiao Xing, you have to study hard. You can't be as incompetent as your mother for the rest of your life. Your mother can only let you live like this."

(End of this chapter)