But she forgot that their little pavilion master had never been a soft-hearted character, and saving her life did not mean that she would take her poor self-esteem in her eyes.

Shen Yuan sat there expressionless, and told Guanying in an extremely plain and indifferent tone that she let her maid Scarlet go to Guanying's room to find clothes, and asked her mother-in-law to wipe Guanying's body and change her clothes, and asked the kitchen to boil porridge, pour soup and send it over, and cover her cloak with her-

"Enough! That's enough! ”

The warbler hissed, desperately trying to stop the Oiran from talking. She didn't want to hear it, but the voice of the Oiran was like a spell, low and penetrating, and even if she covered her ears, it could still penetrate the skin and penetrate into her head.

In fact, how can it be so exaggerated? It's better to say that Guanying's own demons are troubled, she is unwilling, she regrets her despair. Oh, yes...... She also thought that if she hadn't hurt people, hadn't coveted the so-called wealth, or had not calculated what she had become a top brand earlier, she wouldn't have come to this point......

"Don't want to hear it, do you? Then I'll ask, you say. What are you for? Shen Yuan's words were few, and he only picked out important questions, "You have been in the Cold Fragrance Pavilion for five years, you should know the rules." From the moment you relied on the pianist to make the first card, you made a wrong step, a wrong step. What's in it for you now? May you tell me why? ”

The warbler hunched her back, collapsed, curled up into a humble shrimp, and didn't care about the slightest embarrassment, and hugged the soup woman as tightly as possible. She seemed to have heard some big joke, her mouth was tightly pursed and pulled to the sides, almost into a bloodless straight line, her eyes were bent and stared, her whole face was strange and frightening, and a strange laugh came out of her throat.

Her lower abdomen began to hurt again, and she even felt hungry, the smell wafting from the food box on the table made her stomach twitch, and the feeling of colic screamed to force her to eat quickly, this strong desire to survive almost drove her crazy.

This desire brought her back to the days of exile, and she forced a voice from the depths of her throat, eager to send the colic in her stomach with her breath: "Why? To live! I want to live! The Oiran in front of her was unmoved, and Guan Ying wondered if she was a living person, or if the golden body of the clay fetus in the temple had manifested her spirit, and she was sitting here with Shen Yuan's face.

is obviously a third-rate man, obviously in this dilapidated house, why can Mo Yuyan be like a god in the Nine Heavens, and he is like a dirty and smelly beggar on the street! The soup woman in Guanying's arms seemed to have become hot, burning her heart and lungs, but she still held on to it, for fear that if she let go, she would be warm and have no illusions in front of her.

"There are many ways to live, why do you choose the lowest one?" The golden body of the mud fetus spoke again, and there was a little light in his eyes, and he finally looked like a living person, "Don't you say, falling into the dust, you can't help yourself, everyone in the Cold Fragrance Pavilion is in the dust, which one has such a vicious heart?" ”

So Guan Ying had nothing to say, and all kinds of past events kept pouring out of her mind, and this thought actually found that it was not until she entered the Leng Xiang Pavilion that her life began to live a stable and complete life. She wanted to cry all of a sudden, her eyes were red, and her tone softened seven points as soon as she spoke: "How do you know how I have lived since I was a child......"

"I know." The clay-born golden Oiran did not move, interrupted her words coldly, and mercilessly uncovered her unbearable scars, "The concubine is out, the family is ruined, the eldest woman is not tolerated, the sister is bullied, she lives on the street at the age of five, is sold by her biological mother and becomes a slave, she can't be seduced at the age of twelve, she is driven away by the master's family and re-sold, and at the age of thirteen, she was expelled by the new master's family, but fortunately she picked up a life and was sold into the Leng Xiang Pavilion." ”

The clay fetus stood up, opened the food box, and asked her while taking out a bowl of porridge: "What I said, is there anything wrong with it?" ”

The warbler trembled her lips, and she was in a trance and didn't dare to answer. That's right, Mo Yuyan is right, she is really a bodhisattva, how can she know everything. Since I entered the building, I rarely saw this ink flower, at that time, in order to show her face more, I dangled in the hall all day long, and I didn't see her go out, how did she know it, how did she know it......

In a trance, the fragrant hot porridge was sent to him, the fragrance went straight to the nose, and when the warbler looked up, the golden body of the mud fetus was actually condescending, and he personally held the porridge bowl, squatted down in front of her, and the snow-white skirt full of large acacia flowers was piled on the ground like that, and he didn't care about pinching the small spoon and stirring the porridge.

Guan Ying's stomach screamed very angrily, she was hungry, the bowl of golden, red brown sugar millet porridge hooked her soul, she swallowed her saliva quietly, and her eyes followed the spoon directly. The mud fetus was very patient, stirred for a while, scooped up a spoonful, and then cooled it before reaching her lips.

The golden body of the mud fetus did not speak, and the warbler did not open her mouth, she kept holding it, without any pity or impatience. Guanying couldn't hold on, the warm porridge in the mouth, the sweet taste made her last three points of hard qi completely collapse, and tears fell down. Shen Yuan just didn't see it, and slowly blew and fed it slowly. This millet porridge is boiled out of rice oil, and there is enough brown sugar in it, blended in one place, regardless of where to go or where to go. In the cold dark night full of loneliness and despair, the most touching thing is nothing more than this sweetness.

After feeding a bowl of porridge, Guan Ying also calmed down, Shen Yuan put the bowl and spoon back into the food box, sat back at the table, and returned to the appearance of the mud tire in Guan Ying's eyes. Guan Ying really wanted to ask her if she was hiding in the world to survive the catastrophe? If you don't say anything, sit down to the end in one breath, and don't even blink your eyelids, if someone else should have jumped up a long time ago!

"You sit like this, you really look like a bodhisattva in the temple." Guan Ying smiled bitterly at the golden body of the mud fetus, "When you fed me porridge, I remembered my mother." ”

Shen Yuan's heart felt like a small thorn pierced in an instant.

"When I was a child, my family was poor, I never wore good clothes, and I never ate fine food," Guan Ying hugged her knees and said to herself, "I was bullied, and they all said that I was born of a fox, and I also looked like a fox, and I will be a lowly number in the future." ”

"You know what? The eldest wife my father married was very powerful, and she never did it herself, she would only ask the child she gave birth to abuse me, and when she made a fuss, she said, it was me and my mother who were shameless and dissatisfied, haha......" Guan Ying only said a few words, and a long string of tears flowed out of her red eyes. Her posture seemed to be about to tell a story to Leng Xiang Oiran, so Shen Yuan sat upright and listened.