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"Is that damned girl still sleeping?"

A fierce voice sounded.

A little girl desperately tried to stop a middle-aged woman, "Grandma Zhao, Miss suffered a cold last night. Please let Miss rest for a while longer." Ah Nan begs you. "

"Get lost. There is no lady here. If she doesn't work, does she not want to eat? "

As Song Qingyu listened to the sounds of argument, he slowly opened his eyes. This was a simple old bed, and one could see the broken beams of the room. The familiar place was ? Was it his hometown?

Hearing the familiar voices, Grandma Zhao and Ah Nan?

Grandma Zhao was my mother's personal servant from before, while Ah Nan was my mother's personal servant. But didn't they die long ago? This is the Underworld?

"Look? Didn't this damned girl wake up? "Hurry up and get up. There's still not a month left, and the window paper is broken. Why aren't you repairing it? If I see you all are lazy, I won't beat you to death!"

Song Qingyu looked over. He caught Grandma Zhao's stick. Grandma Zhao was so angry that she fiercely pinched Song Qingyu's arm. Originally, she was not well nourished, but after wearing a thin set of clothes, she quickly turned purple.

"Damn girl, you still dare to fight back!"

Grandma Zhao raised her staff, struggled out of Song Qingyu's grasp, and then ruthlessly hit Song Qingyu's back. Ah Nan hurriedly blocked Song Qingyu, "Grandma Zhao, stop hitting me. The Song Family will come to pick up the young miss soon. Miss has just woken up, please don't hit Miss, I'm very capable at work. "

"Song Family? The Song Family threw her away long ago. "

Although Song Qingyu did not dare believe it, it was true that he had returned to three years ago. She remembered that winter when she had fallen into the ice water. She had been severely ill, and had been beaten up by Grandma Zhao the moment she woke up. This had caused her to fall ill.

"Why is that damned girl trying to rebel?"

While Song Qingyu was still in disbelief, he swung his staff over. Ah Nan hugged her tightly, this warm feeling. Song Qingyu looked at Grandma Zhao with her beautiful eyes, and then caught the stick.

"The one who wants to rebel is you, right?" Zhao Ru! " As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

Zhao Ru was Grandma Zhao's real name. It had not been mentioned for a long time. When Zhao Ru heard Song Qingyu's words, they were cold to the bones. Facing her eyes, made her feel a sense of fear.

Song Qingyu pulled forcefully, and pulled the rod in his hand. As he patted Ah Nan, Ah Nan looked over curiously to find that the young miss seemed to be different.

"When will you be the one to speak up here?" No matter what, I'm still the young miss of the Song Family. My mother is also your master. Who gave you the guts to treat me like this? "

Zhao Ru did not know why she was scolded by this little girl just now. When he came back to his senses, he rolled up his sleeves.

"Song Family? Bah, who doesn't know that the young miss of the Song Family is the refined and skilled Song Yiyan. You damned girl, you should have died more than ten years ago. "

She said that she was about to teach Song Qingyu a lesson, but who would have thought that she would be hit by Song Qingyu just as she was about to get started. After that, Zhao Ru's right hand was pressed down, and Song Qingyu placed her on the bed.

"Zhao Ru, a servant like you dares to fight against me. Just this alone, even if I kill you, no one will complain." Song Qingyu's voice was cold, he stared at Zhao Ru, and continued: "Ah Nan, bring the blade over."

"Ah ?" "Huh?" Ah Nan was startled by the young miss's sudden agility, and when he saw Song Qingyu's gaze, he trembled, and immediately ran out to grab his blade.

"Little girl, what are you trying to do?"

"Call me what?" Although Song Qingyu had just recovered from her long illness, she had the upper hand from the start. Originally, because of her poor health, her kung fu in the Duke Palace was more than enough to completely suppress Grandma Zhao.

This time, he used a bit more force, causing Zhao Ru to cry out in pain.

Just then, Ah Nan anxiously brought the blade over. She handed it over to Song Qingyu with a trembling voice, "Miss, what are you doing?"

Song Qingyu did not reply her, he only looked at Zhao Ru, "I want to see which hand it was that hit me with."

Zhao Ru was curious as to what she wanted to do, but immediately after, she saw Song Qingyu gesturing with his blade towards her right hand. It looked like it was going to cut off her right hand.

"Miss! Miss! It's Miss. Your servant doesn't dare to do it anymore, I beg you, please let me go. This servant doesn't dare. "

Zhao Ru became even more afraid, Song Qingyu's eyes did not seem to be fake.

Song Qingyu smiled, "I just wanted to tell you, who is the master and who is the servant." As soon as he finished speaking. With a loud thud, blood spurted out.

"Ah ?"

Song Qingyu released her. Zhao Ru curled into a ball in pain.

Song Qingyu laughed coldly as he sat on the bed and suddenly asked: "I only chopped off one of your fingers, and you're shouting like that. What if I want your life right now?"

Zhao Ru immediately knelt over, "Young miss, please spare my life, this old servant dares not do it again."

"Why aren't you going to cook the porridge?"

"Yes ?" "Yes."

Grandma Zhao leaving, frightened Ah Nan.

Ah Nan trembled as he looked at Song Qingyu and the bloodstains on the room.

Song Qingyu regained her senses and looked at the timid Ah Nan in front of her. Ah Nan had always been timid, so she did not dare to say anything about being bullied in the Song Palace.

All that was left was a cold corpse.

"Ah Nan, don't be afraid. I've always been bullied by Grandma Zhao. How can this kind of life end? "

Ah Nan looked at the young miss as tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks.

"Ah Nan also knows that Grandma Zhao is going too far, but I don't dare."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again." Ah Nan, you must know, most people only bully the weak and fear the strong. The weaker you are, the more they will bully you. "

Song Qingyu spoke very seriously, and Ah Nan was unknowingly influenced by her seriousness, and he nodded strongly.

Ah Nan carefully helped Song Qingyu up onto the bed.

Song Qingyu recalled the cold and tragic ending of his previous life, and his heart felt blocked and painful at the same time. Fortunately, Ah Nan was here too, so she still had the chance to protect them.

Song Qingyu was startled, then suddenly remembered something, "Ah Nan, Ah Nan, bring the mirror over."

"Huh?" When Ah Nan heard the urgent voice, he did not care about the movements of his hands. He immediately took out a mirror from a small cabinet and handed it over to Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu was nervous, but when she saw her own face, she was stunned.

This face, due to the usual diet, was somewhat yellow in color, but it couldn't conceal its exquisite features. Song Qingyu not only inherited his mother's beautiful appearance, she was also much more beautiful.

It didn't matter if she was charming or pure. In her previous life, she had seen so many Miss Gui Qi, so her appearance was not much different from hers. It was also because of this that Song Qingyu's face was unknowingly ruined.

He used to think that appearances were useless, but Zuo Linyu didn't like him when he fought on the battlefield. In the end, it was just a use. On the contrary, Song Yiyan became more and more beautiful, and gradually captured Zuo Linyu's heart.

Her eyebrows slightly raised as she lightly smiled.

Ah Nan looked at the young miss, at the thin and weak face in the mirror, and could not help but sigh. The young mistress had a hard time. She was the young miss of the Song Family in the capital, but she had been forced to stay here for fourteen years.