The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 35 Hugh
Early the next morning, Yu Menghong entered the Qingqiu Pavilion with a pair of eyes.

It's like how wronged she is, is it Bitao who is wronged?
I can't live in a single room, so I have to squeeze with her.

In fact, Qingqiu Pavilion is too small, with two entrances and two exits, and now the first entry into the flat house is seventy-eighty-eight to Tang Nineteen, and only one broken roof remains.

The house at the back is a two-story attic, the first floor is a dining room, and there are two rooms.

One was used as a tea room because the front pantry was demolished, and the other was Bi Tao's bedroom.

Although there were also three rooms on the second floor, the two rooms were filled with Tang Nineteen's dowry and some sundries, and what could actually be used was the room where Tang Nineteen lived now, and there was not much room left.

So when Yu Meng came, she could only aggrieved Bitao and gave her half of the room, and a bed was placed in the originally small room, which made it even more cramped.

Bitao was a good girl. She knew that her master was wronged, so she swallowed her own grievances with a smile, and came to comfort Tang Nineteen.

"Miss, it's okay to be a servant. It's not just a place to sleep anyway. It's actually quite good. You are the concubine, and the concubines of other houses have more than two maids to serve you."

"Ha ha."

"Although this Yu Meng is Yu Meiren's younger sister, but you are the princess, she doesn't dare to make trouble."

"Ha ha."

"Don't do this, the lord may just be sympathetic to you and want to match you with two maids, which is in line with your identity."

"Ha ha."

"Miss, woo woo, don't be sad."

Seeing that Bitao was about to cry, Tang Nineteen hurriedly said, "I'm not sad, don't cry, I'm just thinking about something."

"What do you think?"

"Hugh."

Bitao was startled, tears fell down her cheeks, and her knees hit the ground: "Miss, don't do this, don't scare the slaves, no matter how unhappy you are, you can't say such rude words."

Tang Nineteen squatted down and pulled up Bitao: "Don't cry, I'll just talk."

Although she was really thinking about this issue, she really shouldn't have said it. Bitao's tears were like she didn't want money, and she was brave like an ant. Now that's it, the faucet is turned on, but how can you screw it back?
Eh, that's right!

"Don't cry, darling, cry again and punish you for climbing the beam to demolish my house."

This move was very effective, Bitao's small eyes were terrified, and she stopped crying.

Tang Nineteen patted her on the shoulder: "Tears are the performance of the weak. If you are strong enough, others will be afraid of you."

"But slaves don't want others to be afraid of me."

"Then put it another way, you have to be strong enough for others to like you, so what?"

Bitao nodded: "This is okay."

Across a door, Yu Meng had been sad all morning, and her eyes were red from crying, but when she heard these words, she suddenly seemed to have hit something in her heart, and a pond of lake water rippled with huge ripples.

"Go to work." Tang Nineteen whimpered.

Bitao nodded, relieved, and walked out.

The door opened abruptly, Yu Meng had nowhere to hide, and looked at Tang Nineteen timidly across Bi Tao, Tang Nineteen's attitude was indifferent: "Have you packed up?"

Yu Meng lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head: "Yes."

The last time she slapped Tang Nineteen, the Tang Nineteen in her eyes was different from what the servants said. She always felt that she was a woman like a savage Yaksha.

"Then find a job by yourself."

Yu Meng responded cautiously, "Yes."

Tang Nineteen glanced at her red and swollen eyes: "Wait, I have something to say before."

(End of this chapter)