Cold, the whole person is like falling into a bottomless ice cellar.

In a daze, Shen Qingyu hugged her body tightly, she struggled to open her eyes, but her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties, and then there was a vicious voice faintly in her ears.

"Stinky girl, hurry up and get me up to work. The woman called, and when she saw that she didn't move, she was not happy, so she kicked her.

The kick landed right on her thigh, and the pain stimulated her nerves, and she snorted in pain, and opened her eyes leisurely.

The woman in front of her gradually became clear, this was a woman in her forties, and at this time, the woman's hand was on her fat waist, and she was glaring at her fiercely.

This woman is dressed in fancy clothes, full of wind and dust, and she is not a serious person at first glance.

But no matter who is in front of her, even if she Shen Qingyu is beaten into the cold palace, no matter how bad she is, she will not be able to bully such a person.

Frowning, she was furious, her eyes were cold, and she wanted to open her lips to reprimand, but after realizing it, she found that her throat hurt like a knife.

She touched her neck, her brows tightened a little more, how could this be?

"Ye Xiaoqi, you stinky girl, why are you still grinding and chirping, why don't you hurry up and practice the song!" the woman bared her teeth and yelled at her who was cowering in the corner.

"Practice?" she looked at her suspiciously, what kind of music do you practice?

"Your unlucky dad can say, you sing well, the old lady reluctantly bought yours, if you can't sing, go and accompany the guests!" the woman folded her arms and stared at her coldly.

Could this be a new trick played by Concubine Yang's slut?

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a pain in her head, she gasped in pain, and instinctively covered her head, and then one by one intermittent pictures came like rushing seawater.

Those picture memories belong to a woman called Ye Xiaoqi, Ye Xiaoqi's family is poor, but his father is a good gambler, he lost a few days ago in the gambling house, so he sold Ye Xiaoqi to Qingping Building.

And Ye Xiaoqi is also a strong woman, when she learned that the gambling ghost father sold herself to Qingping Building, she would rather die than give in, and in the end she couldn't find death, but she was taught a lesson by the boss of this Qingping Building, and she died because of this.

She stared at the flickering candle flame in a daze, and couldn't come back to her senses for a while, just now the woman called her Ye Xiaoqi. Was it the stupidity of God's mercy on her that allowed her to be reborn?

"Stinky girl, why are you stunned? Why don't you hurry up and clean the backyard so that you can practice music, this is your last chance. Seeing that she was like a wooden pestle for a long time, as if she had not taken her seriously, the woman was unhappy, and kicked her again.

Containing the thoughts in her heart, she looked at the ground with her eyes lowered, and answered faintly. Then she slowly stood up with her hands on the wall.

As soon as he got up, the sky swirled in front of him, his head was heavier than a thousand catties, and every inch of his body seemed to be soft and soft, without half of his strength.

The woman was stunned for a moment when she saw her reaction, and felt a little proud in her heart, thinking that this stinky girl would be looking for death and life again?

"Two days is the deadline, if you can't sing the song......" The woman raised her eyelids and snorted coldly, but before she finished speaking, the consequences were self-evident.

After speaking, he glanced at her viciously, and then twisted his fat body and walked away.

Singing...... She raised her eyes to look at the foggy sky outside the door, her expression was gloomy, her throat was extremely uncomfortable, let alone tomorrow, I am afraid that even if she was given half a month to practice music, she would not be able to sing.

The woman said this, fearing that it was just to force her to submit and obediently accompany the guest.

She curled up her hand against her lips and coughed, raised her hand and touched her forehead, only to find that her forehead was hot. She frowned and sighed softly. This illness really made it worse.

Pulling back his thoughts, his eyes lit up, and he happened to see someone outside the door cautiously poking out half of his head.

"Who's outside the door?" She narrowed her eyes and whispered coldly in a sharp voice.

It's a small voice, but it's intimidating.

Mu Yao was startled by this voice, thinking that she had disturbed some big person, and as soon as her legs were weak, she fell to the ground, muttering in her mouth: Unintentional offense, the girl spares her life.

Wait, this is a firewood room! The people who come to Qingpinglou to have fun are all nobles with a lot of wealth, how can they sleep in the firewood room?

So as soon as I raised my eyes, I saw the person standing in the corner with the wall propped up, the candle light was extinguished, and I saw the woman in the corner with scattered green silk, pale face, three points like a person, seven points like a ghost.

It turned out to be the girl who was sold to Qingping Building a few days ago, which is really unlucky.

"It turned out to be you!" Losing face, Mu Yao's tone was not very good, glared at her, then stood up and brushed the dust off her body.

"You and I know each other?" Shen Qingyu coughed lightly twice, and looked at the person in front of him with hidden vigilant eyes.

The woman in front of her was dressed in gray, with a scar on her face, like a circling centipede, looking a little infiltrating. Although it is a crippled face, the woman's eyes are so smart that people can't take their eyes off it.

Mu Yao glanced at her, and subconsciously wanted to cover the scar on her face, but in the end, the hand she raised was to hold the dog's tail grass picked from outside the door in her mouth, and leaned against the door with a hanging.

"Who doesn't know you! Yesterday, the fat woman called everyone in the building and staged a good show of killing chickens and monkeys. ”

The fat woman in her mouth should be a woman, then this terrifying monkey's chicken is Ye Xiaoqi! No wonder she knows her. But now is not the time to dig deeper.

Shen Qingyu retracted his gaze, and stumbled to the table and sat down.

She was sick by birth, and her whole body was extremely uncomfortable, and in just a few steps, as if she had used up all her strength, her hand on the table supported her forehead with a splitting headache.

"Can you do me a favor?" she whispered to Mu Yao, and after speaking, there was a violent cough.

The cough made people's throats hurt, Mu Yao subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, frowned, and clasped her arms without raising her eyelids: "Do you have any silver?"

Silver?Does she Shen Qingyu look like a person with silver?

"Yes. She pursed her unusually dry lips and said, her expression unpredictable.

Sure enough, when Mu Yao, who saw Qian Kai's eyes, heard this, she instantly became overjoyed, but she was not stupid, just like her, looking at her decent, where did she get the money?

Mu Yao hooked the corners of her mouth sneeringly, and there was no trace of warm laughter in her eyes: "If you have silver, can you still be here?"

"How do you think I'm born?" Shen Qingyu looked directly at her, and his tone was light.

Hearing this, Mu Yao looked at it carefully, although the woman in front of her was pale and looked malnourished, she couldn't hide her delicate facial features.

"It's a good birth, but what does it have to do with silver?" she rolled her eyes speechlessly, this beautiful look can't be eaten.

"If I become the head of this Qingping Building, am I still afraid that I won't have any silver?" The corners of Shen Qingyu's mouth gradually rose into a shallow arc.

Mu Yao's eyes lit up, and her eyes rolled slowly, and she made up her mind: "Cheng, it's okay if you want me to help, you have to give me an IOU." ”

"Good. She pursed her pale and dry lips in response.

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