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Pushing open the door, Yun Qingwu pursed her lips and walked straight to Qiao Xiang's side.

"Woo...... Not only was the young lady fine, but she also smashed the lock on the door of the firewood room to save her......"

As soon as the rag in her mouth was removed, Qiaoxiang choked when she opened her mouth.

Untying the ropes from her body, Yun Qingwu's gaze became complicated.

Her hair is yellow, her eyes are deep-set, her bones are as thin as firewood, and the young girl in front of her is really to the point where she sees only bones and no flesh.

If it weren't for the low cry coming from her mouth, if it weren't for the fact that her shoulders trembled from time to time, proving that she was still alive, she would have been mistaken for a skeleton.

Helping the person up, looking at the white-washed coarse cloth dress on Qiao Xiang's body, looking at the patches stacked on it, and looking at her bamboo pole wearing this tattered, blood-stained skirt, Yun Qingwu's eyes gradually moistened, and she involuntarily turned her head away, and didn't look at Qiao Xiang again.

"Miss, the Cui family and the Wang family want to harm you, we have to leave this Zhuangzi quickly."

After crying for a while, Qiao Xiang raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears on her face, pulled Yun Qingwu's sleeves, and said urgently.

Yun Qingwu returned her eyes to her, shook her head, and said, "Don't be afraid." "Silly girl, a silly girl who faithfully protects the Lord, has been like a day for several years, clinging to her master's food, but she has endured hunger and starvation, so that she has ended up like this.

Miss? What kind of lady is she?

What she wears, what she eats on weekdays, and what happened to the personal girl at this time, and being bullied by a bad slave, which can prove that she is a young lady from a big family?

"Miss......"

Qiao Xiang's body trembled, a little incredulous, and said in a trembling voice: "Miss, were you talking to the slave just now?" ”

Yun Qingwu naturally understood the meaning of her words, only to see a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, and nodding "um".

Qiao Xiang's face immediately showed a look of ecstasy: "Miss, Miss, are you sane?" As she spoke, her rough calloused hand was lightly placed on Yun Qingwu's forehead, and after a while, tears of joy welled up in her eyes: "Miss doesn't have a fever, Miss doesn't talk nonsense, Miss is really conscious!" ”

She didn't have a fever, but she gradually felt unwell.

It feels strange, but it's not very strange, but it's not very familiar.

Yun Qingwu frowned, pursing the corners of her mouth, thinking about the discomfort that suddenly came from her body.

"It must be that Madame can't bear Miss to endure hardships anymore, and she can't bear Miss to be bullied again, so she asks the gods in heaven to open Miss's mind and make Miss sober up." Qiao Xiang ignored the pain in her body, and helped Yun Qingwu to sit on the wooden bench on the side: "Miss, you are weak, sit down and rest first, and the slave and maid will go back to the house to pack up a few clothes, and then we will leave this Zhuangzi and go back to Beijing to find Hou Ye to be the master." ”

The concern in her eyes, Yun Qingwu has seen it, coupled with the memory of the original owner, and the accurate gaze of her previous life, she knows that in this other world, Qiao Xiang will be the person she trusts the most.

However, in an instant, she laughed at herself.

Accurate gaze?

She?

As the king of killers, she has gone through storms and waves, and she has never seen the wrong person, but she has only seen the wrong person.

Otherwise, he would not have been betrayed, and he would not have died without a corpse, and he would have worn to this ancient ...... where dynasties were not yet known

"Wu'er, I know you're good, but I don't want to see you take any more risks."