Qinghe's tears fell to the ground, she rushed forward in three steps and two steps to hug the hysterical Du Rongzhi, and cried, "Master, please do well, young lady, young lady doesn't want to see you now...... Get out of here, slave beg......"

Under the candlelight, Song Zixun's face was as pale as the middle coat on his body, he looked at the deep hatred in Du Rongzhi's eyes, and was stunned for a long time before he said dumbly, "You...... Stay with her. After that, he didn't even wear his coat, got out of bed, and walked out in despair.

Qinghe hugged Du Rongzhi and kept rubbing her back, "Young lady...... Don't be afraid, young lady, it's okay...... Ye is gone, no one can hurt you, don't be afraid ......"

Tears poured out of those big dark eyes, and Du Rongzhi's whole body couldn't stop trembling...... Suddenly, her gaze was straight to one place.

"No," she muttered as she shook her head, "No! She screamed and pushed Qinghe away and ran out of bed barefoot.

Qinghe was pushed by her and staggered, and when she got up again, she found that Du Rongzhi had already pounced in front of the dresser, and all the drawers of the dresser were opened by her, and the jewelry in it was raised to the ground, and she was holding a pair of scissors in her hand!

Qinghe was startled, "Young lady, what are you going to do...... she didn't dare to breathe, stared at the scissors in her hand without blinking, and stepped forward cautiously, "You put the scissors down first, what's the matter...... Let's talk slowly......"

Du Rongzhi didn't seem to hear anything, her eyes were frighteningly bright, and there was a crazy light shining in them.

She grabbed the scissors and walked to the hanger, and picked up the clothes that Song Zixun didn't have time to wear just now-

"Young lady!"

Only a "click" was heard, and the robe was cut in half by her in the middle.

Du Rongzhi seemed to find great pleasure in it, she leaned back and fell back with a smile, and even tears burst out, once, twice, three times...... A good robe quickly turned into a pile of rags under her scissors.

She still felt that it was not enough, so she began to rummage through the cabinets and find out all the clothes that Song Zixun had left in the room, and she sat in a large pile of clothes, and cut them up, and cut them......

Qinghe watched from the sidelines, tears welling up uncontrollably, "Young lady...... What's wrong with you...... Young lady ......"

Du Rongzhi turned a deaf ear, she stared at the scissors in her hand, "Murderer...... You murderer......" She used all her strength with each cut, as if she was not holding a pile of clothes, but a mortal enemy with her.

Qinghe slowly knelt down, and with tears streaming down her face, she picked up pieces of clothes that had been cut to pieces by Du Rongzhi...... I couldn't help but cry out.

Outside the curtain, Song Zixun, who had gone and returned, looked at Du Rongzhi in the room, who sometimes laughed loudly and sometimes cried, and her thin and straight body seemed to be instantly crushed by everything in front of her......

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At the end of summer, the sky was still bright early, and the sun had already risen outside.

"Shhh

The little girl who was combing her hair behind her changed her face in fright, and said tremblingly, "Auntie forgive me, slave, slave maid didn't mean it......"

Fu Jingrou angrily snatched the comb from her hand and squeezed it the girl's body, "You can't do such a small thing, what else will you do!" Don't get out of the way yet! ”

The girl's eyes turned red with a headache, and she didn't dare to cry, but only timidly answered yes, wiping her tears and standing aside.

At this time, a thoughtful-looking little girl outside the house lifted the curtain and came in, Fu Jingrou saw it in the mirror, combing her hair carelessly, and said, "Guanqin, you come and comb my hair." ”

The girl hurriedly answered, and stepped forward to take the comb from her hand.

Fu Jingrou looked at the other people waiting in the room impatiently, "What are you all doing here, and you don't think it's hot enough in the house?" ”

At this time, it was just dawn, and there was still ice in the room, so it was hot......

The girls didn't dare to say more, so they hurriedly leaned over and retreated.

"How?" When everyone went out, Fu Jingrou asked in a low voice. "But what's going on?"

Guanqin glanced out of the door and made sure that there was no one, so he whispered back, "The slave went out for a turn, and the girls who were waiting in the main room were extremely tight...... It's just that the mother-in-law who guards the door faintly mentioned two sentences, saying that the imperial doctor came before dawn today, and it was suspected that the young lady had committed an old illness...... The master kept watch in the house all night, and he didn't come out at this time......"

"Old diseases? What old ailments could she have? Fu Jingrou pursed her lips and thought about it for a long time, but she still couldn't think of a reason, she glanced at Guanqin suspiciously, and said with a cold face, "Didn't you inquire carefully just now?" There was such a big commotion in the woman's house last night, I couldn't believe it and couldn't ask anything......"

Guanqin had a childish little face, and said aggrievedly, "My good aunt, you are really wronged by the slave." Although the slave and maid have just come, which thing is not dedicated and careful about your affairs? It's really that the population in this courtyard is too tight, and besides, the slaves and maids have just arrived, and there is no one they know each other...... Auntie needs to be clear. ”

Speaking of this, Fu Jingrou felt irritable again.

Since beating that slut for a miscarriage, the eldest cousin has almost attacked all the suspected subordinates in the house. Amber, as the first person to identify Du's, naturally bore the brunt. No matter how hard she begged, she personally testified that Amber stood far away at that time and didn't see clearly, and misunderstood that Du Rongzhi was also out of a protector's heart, Song Zixun still ordered someone to beat Amber half to death, and sold it after being locked up in the firewood room for a day and a night.

If it weren't for that, how could she not even have a usable person by her side now?!

Amber has served her since she was a child, and has been loyal to her for so many years, but now without this right-hand man, she is even more isolated in this cold Guogong Mansion. Fortunately, because of the lost child, Song Zixun felt a little guilty and pity for her in his heart, and he couldn't stand the soft grinding and hard bubbles of her tears, so he acquiesced to her picking two more girls of the right age from the Zhuangzi who accompanied her to come in and serve her.

Guanqin is one of them. Her real name is Chunhua, but because Fu Jingrou was too cheesy, she changed to Guanqin. People can speak well, very smart, and because they grew up in Zhuangzi, their legs and feet are also very diligent, but unfortunately they just came in, and they are incompatible with these pampered girls in Fengqing Yuan, and it is even more difficult for her to inquire about something......

Fu Jingrou silently recited the benefits of amber again in her heart, waved her hand and said, "Okay, I know that you are dedicated." She thought for a moment, "You keep an eye on the news outside, and if you hear anything, you can hurry back and forth." ”

Guanqin hurriedly said, "Yes, auntie, don't worry...... Slaves and maidservants can be saved! ”

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