Is it so small? Qingjiang picked up the quilt and covered his head and wailed.

For the first time in his life, he... Think... Die...

The so-called Tong Room, is a special Yahuan for the lord to leak ri, since the name Yahuan of course has to do what Yahuan should do, serve tea and pour water to sweep and clean, they are not much different from ordinary servants, the only advantage is that you don't have to sleep in the Chase bunk, you can have a room for two people, and Qingjiang is just the thirteenth room of the master, and he enjoyed a whole house alone. But this didn't make Qing Jiang happy, his back injury hadn't healed yet, and a few white-eyed women who were very self-confident had already come to his room to sneer at him.

"Yo, this is the new thirteenth sister of the An family, right?" Chen Tongfang, who was wearing heavy makeup, shook his handkerchief, "Tsk... It's the youngest and most delicate of our rooms! ”

"No matter how delicate it is?" Li Tongfang covered his mouth and smiled, the bright red Kodan on the green onion white and soft water was shining, "I haven't even had a round room with the master, and I dared to throw the old man out of bed on the wedding night, I heard that the old man has not woken up yet, maybe after waking up, in a rage, our delicate thirteenth sister will have to go to the kiln to serve." ”

"Hey, in fact, it's good to say that Sister An's life is good." Chen Tongfang smiled, "The youngest daughter of the small-scale tenant farmer was actually taken by the master who went to collect the rent. Our Yu family is one of the richest families in the Dajin Dynasty, who doesn't squeeze their heads to come in and be a woman for the master? It's a pity that that kind of thing happened on the first night, and I'm afraid that life after thirteen..."

"Heh..."Li Tongfang also smiled, "What Sister Chen said is, hey, poor Sister Na'an is only fourteen years old, she is still so young, and her body bones have not grown, it's a pity"

Glancing at the two flowery women, Qingjiang pulled up the quilt and didn't want to pay attention to these two Xiao Cha at all. The back injury is not healed, he has just crossed over, his heart has not yet recovered, and as a man, he really doesn't understand what the mentality of these women is, they are all Master Yu's room, who is higher than whom? Isn't it boring to show off here? Isn't it just that there are attendants who have slept in it, which is amazing? Where do you want to rarity that ugly and fat Master Yu? The owner is left behind regardless of his appearance or physical fitness, and the old man doesn't know how many streets to go. And he didn't throw the old man out of bed, it was the old man himself who wanted to pounce on him, but the weight was too heavy and the bed was crushed.

Master... His beautiful and powerful host... Thinking of the master Qingjiang's mood was low, the master recently gave him a concentric knot made of two people's hair to talk to him well, and finally got the master to appease him and feel closer to the master, but I didn't expect this kind of bird egg incident to happen again. The civil official said that the ghost is not within the Three Realms and Six Realms, and the place he fell from does not belong to any Chinese and Japanese dynasties in history, at least Qingjiang has never heard of any Great Jin Dynasty.

Ahhh The happiness that he finally got his hands on...

Qingjiang was deserting in the quilt, and he didn't pay attention to what the two Xiao Cha were talking about outside.

The big butler came in from outside the door, and the two women who were originally talking happily stopped talking instantly, squatted uncomfortably at the big butler, and hurriedly dodged out.

"An Ziqing, your marriage leave is only until tomorrow. In this house, you must go to your aunt to serve, and from the day after tomorrow, you will go to Aunt Pan's Zhuxin Courtyard to serve, and she will assign you a job. Every day, there are meals prepared in the big kitchen at two o'clock, three o'clock at noon, and one o'clock in the unitary hour. Two sets of clothes per season, shoes, socks, powder, noodles and other things will be sent to the room, and they are not allowed to enter the old man's yard Songfeng Xuan without being summoned on weekdays. Two taels of silver per month, and on the 10th of each month, I went to pay it to the account. ”

After saying it expressionlessly, the big housekeeper turned around and went out, not caring whether Qingjiang was listening or understanding. As soon as he was carried into the house, he injured the master, no matter whether the master woke up or not, this woman should not stay in the Yu family for too long, it is not worth his trouble.

After waiting for the room to be empty, Qingjiang lifted the quilt with a sigh, and his cheeks turned crimson with anger.

Oppress! This body is only 14 years old! 14 years old! What the is this child labor abuse place!

He stretched out his hand, unexpectedly seeing his thin and shriveled hands, Qingjiang was stunned, dragging his waist that was about to fall apart and half-walking and half-crawling to the dresser.

"It's ugly!"

In the bronze mirror is a really not very good-looking face, the girl is very thin, long-term malnutrition relationship An Ziqing's skin is sallow, not to mention, her cheeks are still deeply sunken, and the pair of eyes that are not small under the protruding cheekbones look bigger and look like only ET, and the hair on her head is sparse and yellow like straw. The small body is flat and thin, the ribs are distinct, and the appearance looks only 10 years old, where is the youth of a 14-and-a-half-year-old girl.

Qingjiang sighed at the mirror, thinking that although he did not have the sharp beauty of Zong Sanzuo's words, although he didn't care much about his appearance as a man, he still had a big blow of becoming ugly for a long time. Looking around on the dresser, Qingjiang found a wooden comb, picked up the wooden comb and combed his hair twice, he found that his right hand was trembling so much that he had no strength at all.

"It's just a comb for your hair..."Is this girl's physical strength so bad! Didn't you say the daughter of a sharecropper? You don't have to work in the fields, do you? It's strange that this idea can be used with a hoe!

He put down the wooden comb and climbed back to the bed, determined to die. But if you want to die, you must first take a knife, there is no knife to solve the pool for him to jump, and you can't get poison, or find a pond, but it is not easy to jump into the pond in the Yujia Garden, where people come and go, and you will definitely suffer a lot after being fished up. If you want to die, you can only use a knife or white silk to die, and if you can't hold a long knife, you must at least be able to hold a kitchen knife, or have the strength to throw white silk on the beams of the house, and now there is no way to do this.

"Looks like we'll have to endure those stupid women for a few days." At least he had to wait for him to have enough strength.

After you have the strength, whether you want to die or escape, there is a way to do it!

On the third day, Qingjiang dragged his unhealed body to the big kitchen to get food on time, and the treatment in the past few days let him know that as long as he didn't get up to get food by himself, no one would come to help him deliver the food, and if he wanted to recover his strength, he had to go to the kitchen to get the food by himself. Mrs. Xu, the manager of the big kitchen, is a relative of Mrs. Yuanpei, and she has always looked down on them as aunts in the room, not only privately deducting the money for the dishes sent from above, but also often deliberately not giving these meals to eat. After running to the kitchen a few times, Qingjiang understood that if he wanted to eat, he had to eat it himself.

"Huh, take it!" Mrs. Xu threw Qingjiang a cold steamed bun that was so hard that she could barely bite it, and then scooped a bowl of porridge that was so thin that there were few grains of rice for him.