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The remnants of the broken Ping are far away from the water, and the prosperity is empty. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe autumn moon and spring flowers are frightened, and the Cangling deserted village smells the birds.

The bead curtain is not rolled, leaning on the railing, Sister Qiao stared coldly at the lanterns hanging like the sun and the moon downstairs, looked at the sound of ointment in the wings on both sides of the instrument door, and the words of the warbler Yanyan, and unconsciously poured out this poem in her heart. It's a pity that she is a dignified Miss of the Hou Mansion, not to mention the luck of her ancestors, and she was sold to the land of filthy copper and stinking flowers and willows.

The body is still the gorgeous dress that her grandmother coaxed her to wear when she went out, a white silk jacket and a blue satin skirt, covered with a red gold armor. Presumably she should also suffer this crime, who in the family does not hate her mother's cruelty and fraud, and who doesn't want to repay her mother's debt from her?

Hates only the misfortune of the family, and she can't know people clearly, she can't imagine that the first person to betray herself is her mother's sibling, her uncle Wang Ren, who is a close confidant.

Five fingers slashed at the palm of the palm, Sister Qiao was still sighing at the impermanence of luck, but she heard a sound at the door, and a woman walked in from the opening of the big red and gold curtain by herself, wearing a half-old red silk jacket, a dense colored yarn and a gold mud skirt, covered with a silver and red armor, and after the two hands entered the door, they were caged in the horn gloves with wind hair, and the demon Qiao Qiao looked at Sister Qiao Qiao and laughed and said: "Yo, why are you still standing like this?" I said, girl, are you still thinking about that crazy and stupid old guy taking you out? Listen to my mother's words, die of that heart as soon as possible, you also go out to take a look, the snow outside is about to fall on people's heads, this muddy road, not ten days or eight days can not catch up with us in Kyoto. Don't blame my mother, I'm ruthless, my mother thinks that you are Miss Houmen, and she has been treating you differently for a few days. Your relative who doesn't know how many poles can't hit Grandma Liu also promised early in the morning, three days later, he will definitely make up enough one hundred taels of silver to ransom you, this has been two days, go to tonight Ming'er will not come again, girl, you have to resign yourself to fate. You should eat this line of food, otherwise how could you give birth to a golden fetus, and end up being sold to me by a ruthless uncle? It's not like you still pick up the red tooth board, sing a song "Chaotianzi", let you be a basket of thousands of gold, enter my door, how many catties and taels, and I have to rely on my mother to weigh it. ”

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his eyes high, and stared at Sister Qiao with a smile. Sister Qiao didn't pay attention to her nonsense, just stood up straight and turned her head to look outside, sincerely hoping that Grandma Liu could come over as soon as possible and rescue herself from this ghostly cave-like kiln.

When the woman saw that she dared to take Qiao when she came to this step of the field, she was left alone to speak, and she felt a little ashamed, and snorted, and scolded fiercely: "The old lady respects you as a girl, you really regard yourself as a young lady." Don't look at how depressed your family is now, and you are worthy of the title of old lady? I'll tell you the truth, I can still inquire today, your uncles and aunts who are related to the old people have all taken off their brocade hats and mink furs, and have gone to live in that prison. I don't know what you have in mind when you are a mother? It's nothing more than expecting Grandma Liu's old immortal to send a message home for you. It's just that you can't count thousands of thousands, but you can't count God to go, even if your Jiafu Sect was built of gold in the previous life, and now everyone is only a mud bodhisattva crossing the river - it is difficult to protect yourself, where is the heart to redeem you? After tomorrow, you wait, wait for the old goods not to come, you will dress up the old lady neatly and learn to sing with the masters as soon as possible, if not, it's not good, be careful of your skin! Although the old lady pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, she can't afford to make a living with this full building. As she spoke, she turned around and called someone, but she didn't come by chance, and she didn't call out half a shadow a few times.

It turned out that Sister Qiao was taken care of by two girls who had not yet reached the end of time, one named Zhu Hong, and the other named Ginkgo, both of whom were poor and unable to support, and were sent to this Tianxianglou by Lao Tzu Niang to do some rough work, and to help the family. In terms of appearance, the two of them are just middle-aged people, and in terms of dexterity, they are still so-so. When Sister Qiao came to the future, these two people did some chopping wood and boiling water, needlework and laundry, and now Sister Qiao came, and the two of them were called up to serve, and they were a lot more idle for a while. Now I saw that although Sister Qiao fell into the filthy quagmire at the age of cardamom, it was rare to have a light and light state, and she stood in it without panic, and saw that there was a lot of jade and snow outside, and Sister Qiao couldn't get out, the two of them were somewhat relieved, and they had already covered the curtain and stayed in a powdery room next door, and followed the big guy to eat and drink with a smile.

At this time, I heard the old bustard's call from afar, and the two of them were so panicked that they didn't dare to pack up their clothes, so they hurriedly ran in, knelt on the ground and listened to the old bustard scolding: "The thief is making things from the prisoner, where is the corpse going, why does the old lady not come after calling for a long time?" ”

The vermilion ginkgo didn't dare to speak, her body trembled like sifting chaff, and she only told her mother to spare her life.

The old bustard hated the two of them a few times, and then calmed down his anger and said: "From now on, no one is allowed to leave this room for half a step, and show the down-and-out phoenix to the old lady, and if there is a little mess, the old lady will pick your skin to make a piece of rice and wear it for the haba dog in the door." ”

Zhu Hong Ginkgo hurriedly nodded in agreement, and Sister Qiao let her splash the sky and the earth to mess around, so she simply turned her body around and stood straight at the railing. The old bustard took the others and finished the fire, turned his head to look at her appearance, and snorted unwillingly, before dragging his body away.

Zhu Hong Ginkgo got up and stood up, not daring to complain about the old bustard, but only took the words to squeeze Sister Qiao and said: "Girl, let's be born quickly, I've never seen you so difficult to serve, these days we have all said good things, which one should be eaten and drunk, which one is not picked and brought to the girl to the door?" But whoever has a heart, who doesn't know the kindness of our two sisters, why does the girl take us to suffer now? ”

Sister Qiao was still silent, but Zhu Hong saw that she could not persuade her, so she wrinkled her face and snorted, so she had to give up. Sitting side by side with Ginkgo on the big kang by the window in the house, cross-legged together and squeaking and whispering.

Because the night was too long, Sister Qiao stood at the railing and felt that half of her body was cold, and the vermilion ginkgo biloba behind her could no longer support it, and the two of them sat back to back, meeting and sitting next to the charcoal brazier, repeatedly falling asleep.

Sister Qiao raised her head silently, staring at the crescent moon in the sky, seeing that she was like a silver hook, the afterglow was bright, and a smile was added to her lips. Since entering this house that day, except for a few times when she saw Grandma Liu crying in the first two days, she has not shed a single tear in these days. Eat and drink as before, sleep as usual, but today there is some unprovoked tossing and turning.

That year, it was also such a moonlight, and it was also such a heavy snowfall, she was lonely in the house, and when she heard that everyone went to Aunt Bao's to eat wine and enjoy the snow, she couldn't bear it for a while, and cried and let the tits and maids take her over. Following the second aunt, the third aunt, the fourth aunt and Aunt Lin, Aunt Shi, they sat around the pavilion and listened to their mother tease their great-grandmother and tell some jokes. The tits were afraid that she would freeze, so they took big wool clothes on the left and right to put them on her, and she just sat there with her cheeks up, smiling and watching Uncle Bao and Aunt Lin sing poems against each other, and watching the mandarin ducks and amber beating the drum and passing the flowers. Now, just three and a half years have passed since then, and the whole house has ended up with thousands of reds and withered, and the wealth has been scattered. Master Miao is gone, Aunt Lin is dead, Aunt Shi is married, the third aunt went to Haijiang, the fourth aunt has entered the empty door, and even Uncle Bao, who loves to be lively, has left Aunt Bao nowhere to be found. Although her name is Miss Jiafu, she is now trapped in this place of prostitution, what face will she have to see her dead relatives in the future, it is better to be happy to protect her innocence in one hundred places!

indifferently lowered his head and took a look at the house he lived in, with four facades, three floors in the end, facing the street and hanging various lanterns; There are two side rooms on both sides of the door, three guest rooms and one branch room; The passage penetrates, and there is a small garden that is not small and exquisite, and there is a small garden around the female wall behind, chatting to relieve fatigue.

Just looking at these, it is a neat place, although it is not as rich as the glory and wealth of his own home that day, it is also a place of golden embroidery in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is a pity that all the people who live are such characters as the old bustard Zhu Hong, and they have ruined the good scenery in vain. Fruitfully, the wind of injustice between heaven and earth has been around for a long time.

Thinking about it like this, the depressed and unhappy atmosphere in Sister Qiao's heart actually calmed down bit by bit. The bare hand slightly combed the sideburns blown away by the wind in her ears, and raised her eyes to see that the silver hook seemed to have shifted a lot, Sister Qiao smiled to herself, opened her hand, like a fairy bathed in the light of the toad, drifting away.

Let's say that Zhu Hong was sleeping in a sweet place, and a white light flashed in a trance, only suspecting that it was in a dream, smacking his mouth a few times, muttering that he didn't know what to say. Ginkgo turned her back to her, and was sleeping soundly, and replied inarticulately, "What has fallen?" ”

Vermilion muttered to herself, "What...... What is it? As he spoke, he felt his eyelids jump hard, raised his head in a haze, and looked out of the slightly open curtains, misty, the moon was shining silver on the ground, where was something?

Just thinking about it, she turned her head and was about to fall asleep, when an evil wind blew into the door with the residual ice, and pounced on the faces of the two of them, startling Ginkgo biloba, suddenly opened her eyes, and called out after a while: "What about that girl?" ”

Zhu Hong was also taken aback, so she got up, rummaged around, and bluffed her face like a vegetable: "Didn't you just stand here and do a good job?" Could it be that you fell asleep in the house? As he spoke, he turned his head and rushed into the room, but when he saw the curtain hanging high and the candle flame shaking slightly, where was there a shadow of a person?

Ginkgo followed her in, and at a glance, her whole heart was going to be cold, and Zhu Hong, you look at me, I look at you, thinking about the strange sound I just heard, no matter how scared I was, I finally moved to the edge of the railing, leaning in and looking down. Lined with the faint moonlight, I saw a beautiful shadow in the snow facing the street, and the bottom half of the red was red, who would be if that figure was not Sister Qiao?

Zhu Hong is very small, how could he have encountered such a thing? When he saw this scene, his eyes immediately rolled white, and he fainted, leaving only Ginkgo crying and calling for help.