Qiushuang took Qin Mingxin to the front of his small main room, respectfully waiting for the call.

Inside, a young girl in her twentieth year of age was lying lazily on the bed, turning the pages of a book boringly. This is Han Chuyue, the eldest lady of the Han Mansion. After a while, the girl's eyebrows furrowed, as if there were some signs of anger:

"Autumn Frost!"

"The slave is here, I don't know what the little master commands?" Qiushuang heard the call and hurried to the house.

Han Chuyue is very satisfied with Qiushuang, this is what a subordinate should look like. Then he remembered something and asked casually, "That girl is outside the door?" ”

When Qiushuang heard this, she screamed in her heart. Generally, when Han Chuyue asks someone, the next person will inevitably escape.

In a hurry, Qiu Shuang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and pretended to be very angry and said: "Yes, Qin Mingxin's dead girl, she obviously knows that she has offended Miss." Originally, I was going to let her go to fetch water and chop wood, but who knew that she said that she must do something for the little master. I couldn't help it, so I had to bring her here. I hope the little lord will forgive! ”

"Hehe, she's still loyal, and she doesn't owe me to treating her for so many years." Han Chuyue stretched out her green jade finger and motioned for Qiu Shuang to let someone in. Qiu Shuang knew what he wanted, so he put his mind at ease, walked to the threshold, and asked Qin Mingxin to come in.

Qin Mingxin was outside the door, and with the super hearing he had exercised on the earth, he could easily hear the conversation between the master and servant. Hearing Qiushuang's painstaking words, Qin Mingxin unconsciously felt a warm current in his heart.

Entering the house and coming to Han Chuyue, Qin Mingxin immediately knelt down. Just in case, Qin Mingxin lowered his head to the ground to show his "heart".

"Get up, it's just that we haven't seen each other for a long time, why have we separated so much. Your skin is a little rougher than it used to be, what's going on? Could it be that you didn't use the jade cream I asked you to send you? Han Chuyue said with some displeasure after observing Qin Mingxin.

However, Han Chuyue only felt that as soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere was filled with a strange atmosphere. Qin Mingxin kept bowing his head to the ground and refused to get up, and Qiushuang's face looked even more puzzled. At this point, no matter how stupid Han Chuyue was, she guessed a little bit of the truth.

It turned out that Qin Mingxin said that he had been serving Han Chuyue. In fact, since ten years ago, Han Chuyue has never seen Qin Mingxin again. Contacts have always been the responsibility of others.

Despite this, Han Chuyue's good impression of Qin Mingxin when she was a child has always made her give some treasures to Qin Mingxin from time to time. Including the jade paste she has been using since she was a child, she will take out half of it every month for people to take to Qin Mingxin. And she also specially instructed that Qin Mingxin should only be allowed to be responsible for eating for her.

I saw that Han Chuyue's face was cloudy, sometimes turning black, sometimes turning red. Qiu Shuang cautiously probed:

The little master Rong slave said. Since Mingxin was replaced by the little master ten years ago, he has never received a tithe. In addition to being in charge of the little master's diet, Mingxin also has to do some men's heavy work every day. If it weren't for the pleasant water and soil in the capital, Mingxin would be even older. ”

"It's the other way around! It's really the other way around! Han Chuyue's face had long since lost her ladylike appearance, the green tendons on her forehead were blooming, and the innocent scroll in her hand was torn to shreds. When she calmed down, Han Chuyue walked to the ground with her naked jade feet.

"Little master, be careful with your feet-" Qiushuang was about to remind, but saw Han Chuyue give her a silent signal.

Han Chuyue knelt in front of Qin Mingxin, supported Qin Mingxin's chin with both hands, and slowly raised Qin Mingxin's head. Looking at the immortal face that had been bullied, Han Chuyue's heart couldn't help but feel a colic. The slender jade fingers slowly slid across Qin Mingxin's face, as if he was recalling the tragic history of his master.

In such a touching scene, Qin Mingxin could only use two capital slots to express his feelings.

"Wangtian~ This is whitewashed, this is whitewashed! The scene I was looking forward to with the maid beating the evil mistress is gone?" Looking at the sky, Qin Mingxin didn't know what to say. Why doesn't she have the memory of being with Han Chuyue when she was young, I'm afraid that she will really be beaten up.