The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 402: People Are Not Ghosts (8)
Ziqing...

Like a nightmare, Xiuhe's heart shuddered, and she pushed the door open suddenly.

Her serious but erratic expression startled the people inside.

The master was an old man with a gray beard in his sixties, and his rough fingers were lifting the girl's ears, and he whipped the whip on her body.Seeing Xiuhe coming in, he was about to scold her for being nosy, but seeing her gorgeous clothes, he didn't dare to attack.He asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you looking for, young lady? All the children here are on the right track, and they are all signed and escorted by their parents. If you want to buy slaves, please go elsewhere. This is a serious theater troupe."

Xiuhe looked at the girl's tears-filled eyes, and her thoughts wandered: "Why did you hit her?"

The master seemed to feel that the young woman was meddling in other people's business, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Oh, you are an amateur. It's not easy for us to eat this bowl of rice on the stage. I really need to learn how to eat and beat. If I don’t beat her, I can’t succeed. It’s her luck that I beat her. Masks are used to play tricks. This is how Xiao Yansheng was made in the past, and now Xiao Liuchun is doing the same, if you don’t understand, don’t mix it up—”

While talking, he asked Xiuhe to go out, and it was closed with a bang, and the whip and the girl's crying sounded again.

Men Yezi hid the girl's delicate teary eyes, and at the age of six or seven years old, no one answered her when she was crying and dumb.Xiuhe thought of Ziqing in her heart, and also thought of the cute little Tianbao.Ziqing said that she didn't like to sing, but if she didn't sing, she would be beaten. If she couldn't bear it, she ran down the alley, and when she ran to the end, she got home.Home is not home, you still have to fight when you get close.

People's dreams are also strange. You have never been to many places, but you are familiar in your dreams. When you actually see them, you don't feel so strange.At the end of the alley, there was indeed a grand and luxurious family, with stone lions standing tall in front of the steps, and several blue-clothed guards stood outside the painted red door, cold like sculptures.

Xiuhe stood beside the stone lion and watched, why did Ziqing's childhood full of welts appear in front of her eyes.

Hearing a "creak", a sedan chair stopped two steps away.First came down a pretty maid, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a pink dress and a green skirt, with a flower hairpin lightly inserted in her small bun, not very tall, but very eye-catching.

Then an old woman was helped down, about sixty years old, very thin, with high cheekbones, and thin lips, as thin as two pieces of paper, and even the red color could not be seen.The aura around him is inexplicably permeating.

The two of them walked up the steps, and the servant girl said as she walked, "The concubine doesn't have to hide like this. If the third lady is unreasonable, even if you dodged her at the door, she must chase her into the yard."

The old concubine spat, and said in a dark voice, "If I don't hide from her, she will have to fight with me in front of the gate. How many pairs of eyes in the capital are looking at our house, so people will know that she wants to prevent the third child from accepting her." Concubine, I almost chopped off the third child, I don't know how to be laughed out of my teeth. She doesn't have children herself, but she doesn't allow others to have children, this cowardly bone."

(End of this chapter)