"Sister! You are now Miss Situ, just be your daughter, why bother with these irrelevant things! ”

Leng Yueping hugged Hu Qingchen, and the more she talked, the more angry she became, "What does Hou Shu have to do with my sister, what does Mo Sheng have to do with my sister, my sister can't do this at all, it was obviously the two of them who abandoned their sister back then, and now they ...... when something happens."

"Ping'er! No nonsense! ”

Hu Qingchen drank lightly from Leng Yueping, "I am Mo Sheng's maid, his order, I can't help but be very aggrieved from 1 Leng Yueping, and suddenly cried out with a "wow". "Ping'er ......" Leng Yueping said that she didn't know, up and down in the teaching workshop, wandering around the Situ Mansion, three years was enough for her to understand that she had always been just a chess piece. The best fate of the chess piece is the king, and the worst fate is the abandoned piece. However, no matter whether it is good or bad, it cannot get rid of the fate of being played with in the palm of your hand. Hu Qingchen never thought of getting rid of it, she was originally Mo Sheng's maid, if she hadn't been adopted by the Mo family, she would have been buried in the torrent of this troubled world, the kindness of the Mo family, the care of Brother Mo, she can't forget. She worked hard to become the first dancing girl in the Southern Tang Dynasty and become the adopted daughter of Zhou Zong, but she just wanted to become more useful and be reused by Mo Sheng. Dancing in Mo Sheng's palm was the best fate she could think of. "Sister, sister, don't you care about Ping'er? If you are gone, Ping'er will be alone again, and Ping'er doesn't want to be alone! Woo woo woo ......" Leng Yueping's voice gradually weakened, whimpering, making people more and more uncomfortable to listen to. "Ping'er ......" Hun Qingchen looked at Leng Yueping's round face, which was covered with broken ice ballast, she stretched out her hand and gently wiped it away, "Don't worry, my sister will arrange your 1 Leng Yueping opened her eyes and looked at Hun Qingchen, and gradually stopped crying: "Ping'er wants her sister to be in 1" No one can always accompany you, you have to grow up by yourself!" Hu Qingchen slowly spat out the words, and then added, "However, I will watch you from afar, even if you can't see me, I will always be there." Leng Yueping nodded lightly as if she didn't understand. Sister, don't panic! There is another way! When my mana recovers a little more, I'll think of something else! Leng Yueping put her hand on Hun Qingchen's fingers, and looked at Hun Qingchen with a firm look in her eyes. There was spring water in his eyes, and he smiled slightly: "Hmm! After the March Spring Banquet 1 Hun Qingchen knew the reason for the incident, he kept silent and did not mention anything to Mo Sheng. Mo Sheng took the pulse of Xun Qingchen every day as usual, and only cared about conditioning her body, and there seemed nothing wrong with it. It's just that he has fewer words, and his eyebrows are always lightly locked, looking preoccupied. Only when he took the medicine did he brow slightly furrow, showing a hint of a smile. Hu Qingchen knew that he was still thinking about Hou Shu in his heart, and she also knew that under the rich brocade robe of Hou Shu, there were already crawling with bone-eating lice, and a small wind and rain could overturn it, so she had to speed up her actions! Hun Qingchen took out the pipa, and secretly, began to adjust the cold moon screen in the magnolia mirror. If it is said that the light dust is dissolved spring water, then the cold moon screen is cold ice, the ice is cold out of the water and cold in the water, it is the same root and the same origin, and the talent has its own similarities, plus the cold moon screen is very smart, and it is easy to understand the beginning and end of the tune played by the light dust. Practicing music is dancing.