The silent monastery was as if nothing had happened. The group of people who were www.biquge.info just now had left, leaving only Lian'er, who was still kneeling in place. She couldn't figure out why what had happened last night was the way it was.

Jing Yan looked at her condescendingly, but there was a trace of compassion in her majestic gaze.

At this moment, a woman walked out of the bamboo forest, it was Chu Qing who had not yet appeared.

"Miss, it's all done."

Jing Yan bowed slightly, looked at Lian'er on the ground and whispered, "Why do you want to harm me?" ”

Lian'er's tears had dried up, and she smiled bitterly: "Madame said that as long as I do it, she will give me a sum of money to let my younger brother go to school." If he doesn't do it, let the master pull him to fill the army. ”

Lian'er's words were fluttering, obviously understanding the consequences of the unfinished matter. Although she saved her life, her brother was not so lucky.

Jing Yan sighed, suddenly squatted down, and helped Lian'er up.

Lian'er looked at her with a frightened face, confused, but heard her say lightly: "One life is worth one life, if I stand in your perspective, it will be difficult to choose, I don't blame you." ”

"Young lady......" Lian'er's eyes widened, almost unable to believe what she said. 、

"And I will have someone secretly protect your brother so that he can go to the best private school......"

Lian'er's body and mind shook violently, she quickly took three steps back, resolutely knelt down, kowtowed three heads respectfully to Jing Yan, and said with a resolute expression: "Young lady, the slave maid has a cheap life, and it is not a pity to die, but the younger brother is young and has a small talent, and the slave and maid don't want him to repeat the mistakes of the past."

From today on, the slave maid is born as the person of the young lady, and the death is the ghost of the young lady, the order of the young lady, the slave and the maid will never give up! ”

Jing Yan looked at this simple woman with a complicated expression. When you have someone you want to protect, you can endure anything. If you can avenge Li Yingying, then what is it to be subservient to others, open your skin, and endure humiliation.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in her chest before she spoke again: "From now on, you will put your mind down and work hard in the thatched house, and I will naturally order the rest of the things." ”

Lian'er kowtowed several times in a row, and then stood up firmly and walked out of the Xiuwen Academy under the leadership of the family servant.

Chu Qing, who was standing beside Jing Yan, looked at her slender back and said suspiciously: "Miss, how does the slave feel that Lian'er is not the same as before......"

Jing Yan smiled slightly and did not answer, because she knew that a person's growth was like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, and in an instant, it was reborn from the fire.

In Chonghua Garden, Ji's face was cloudy and uncertain for several days, and Rong's mother followed cautiously, not daring to say a word, after all, most of the ideas were made by her, and now that it has not succeeded, Mrs. may be angry with her.

So, she just waited behind with bated breath, not daring to raise her eyelids more.

Today's weather is warmer, Qiu Yue Chunhua is afraid that Mrs. will sulk in the house and feel uncomfortable, so she lifted the layers of gauze curtain beads in the house.

But a gust of wind blew from nowhere, which made Ji shiver.

Ji's eyes widened, and Rong's mother, who had been on call for a long time behind her, immediately understood, grabbed Chunhua, and twisted her waist fiercely: "The little hooves don't die!" Mrs. Wanjin's body, how can you blow the wind! What kind of heart do you have! ”

Chunhua gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty again and again: "The slave deserves to die......"

Ji Shi turned his face away and didn't look at her, but his heart was a little more comfortable. Mother Rong breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and now the master would not vent her anger on herself.

Seeing that Ji's face looked much better, Mother Rong wasted no time in stepping forward and said, "Madam, don't forget, her girl is still with us." ”

When Ji heard this, he suddenly turned around. Yes, when I broke her left arm and right arm, I thought she was the turtle in the urn, but who knew that she still let her escape.

Mother Rong's eyes rolled, and the old face was full of smiles: "Madam, don't worry, the old slave won't let her step on your head, and if she doesn't die, she will let her girl shed her skin!" ”