Qingluo gritted his teeth and said, "It's not good to pin your hopes on others!" But the critical moment is still fighting! ”

If the other party fails to stand the test and leaves directly with that part of the silver money jewelry, it can only be like that.

It should be the only one who cares about the original owner......

is also the only maid that the original owner may care about in the world, and she is properly placed, and it can be regarded as a complete master-servant friendship between the two.

Qingluo could only comfort himself like this, stood up, straightened out the sleeves of his messy clothes, and sorted out his somewhat fluctuating emotions.

Qing Luo raised his voice and called: "Biyun! ”

As soon as the words fell, footsteps sounded outside the house, and soon the door was pushed open, and Biyun walked quickly into the inner room.

Qingluo sighed at the red eyes of the blue clouds, and his face was as white as jade with a deep sorrow.

"Biyun, now that my father has been taken into custody, the whole house is panicked, and the people are not doing their duties.

I just feel that there is a big knife hanging from my head, and it can fall down at any time! ”

Saying that, Qingluo's equally red eyes dripped a few crystal clear tears, sliding across his slightly pale face, and the crying pear blossoms brought rain, which was even more frightened.

She didn't do this to coax Biyun, but even if the original owner was cold to her family, the other party was also her dependence.

Now it is equivalent to the backer falling so suddenly, and I don't know what the future holds.

Whether it's worry, there will be fear.

And Biyun looked at such a panicked young lady, and only felt very heartbroken.

didn't care about humility, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Qingluo's slender arm.

I was anxious but couldn't say any other good words of comfort, so I could only coax with a crying voice:

"Miss, Miss! Don't be afraid, sir...... He will be able to ...... soon, "he will be able to return home soon......

She can't say this!

I was afraid that when I said this, my own young lady was so naïve, and I really believed her words.

When the time comes...... Isn't that even more uncomfortable!

The master and servant hugged and cried bitterly, and when Qingluo saw that the fire was coming, he gently pushed away Biyun, who was hugging her, and patted her on the back.

There was some distance between the two, and they both just stared into each other's eyes.

Then, in Biyun's worried and equally frightened eyes, Qingluo's eyes slowly firmed, and then his two hands tightly grasped Biyun's arm.

Biyun was a little pained, but she also grabbed Qingluo's sleeve with her palm facing up, and then she heard the young lady's choked cry in her ears.

"Biyun! I can only trust you, I can only rely on you now!

Next, I have something I would like to ask you, can you convince me to rely on? I really can't help it, all I can think of is this ......"

Biyun said firmly without thinking: "The slave was bought by the lady, and when it was avoided to be sold to the flower street, the life of the slave and the maid is yours of the lady and the young lady!"

After the lady is gone, you will be the master of the slave! As long as you say, the slave will do it! You have to do it to the death! ”

The voice was not loud, but it only felt sonorous and powerful in the mind of the preacher Qingluo.

Thinking of the next plan like this, Qingluo's heart was also settled, and then he gritted his teeth and said:

"Biyun! I will return the deed of sale to you, and you will leave the house with some of the money!" ”

Bi Yunmeng knelt on his knees, knelt a few steps, and grabbed Qingluo's sleeves tightly with both hands.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at Qingluo, her face full of horror.

"Miss, don't drive away Biyun! Please, Miss, don't you want Biyun! ”

Qingluo shook his head again and again, and shouted again and again: "I didn't!" No! ”

Biyun was too anxious, withdrew his hands that were holding Qingluo, supported them on the ground, and kowtowed, begging constantly.

Qingluo was very helpless in his heart, he just said that he wanted to ask Biyun to help, so how could he drive her away?

But when he thought about it, Qingluo knew that this was Biyun's view of himself, that is, the original owner, was too important.

Even if I said that I wanted her to help before, it stands to reason that when I heard this, I knew that it had something to do next.

Biyun was not stupid, but as soon as she heard that she was going to be released from the Su Mansion and leave Miss's side, she just couldn't take care of anything, and she was subconsciously stunned.

Qingluo bent down and wanted to explain to Biyun, but Biyun was frightened, so he just kept begging and crying for mercy.

Helplessly, Qingluo could only threaten: "Biyun, if you don't get up again, I will kneel down for you!"

Hurry up, my body is so weak, and there is some cold on the ground, does Biyun want your young lady to kneel down and get sick?

Now at such a critical moment, I am sick again, doctor, and those supplements are hard to find! ”

Biyun listened, and kept crying, she couldn't let the young lady kneel to the slave, and she couldn't get sick again in this scene!

Immediately, Biyun got up with tears on his face, his eyes full of panic and infallibility staring at Qingluo.

Even if Qingluo saw it, he couldn't help but be moved and a little moved.

Although this friendship is to the original owner.

Let Biyun barely calm down, Qingluo pulled Biyun and walked to the dresser.

He pointed to the six silver ingots lined up on the table, a small pile of broken silver, and jewelry with half a comb box that had been opened.

Qingluo's originally sweet voice said in a low voice at this time: "I just returned to the house from the main hall, and I have a guess in my heart.

I can't help but recall that after some officials were implicated, the whole family was turned into a slave, or exiled to the poorest frontier......

When the time comes, I will be exiled or the entire mansion will be searched by officers and soldiers, I am really afraid! ”

Biyun looked at her young lady with a bitter face, and could only comfort her dryly, and at the same time secretly hated herself for being too useless.

Qingluo quickly came back to his senses, pressed Biyun's shoulders with both hands, and stared at each other's eyes with a pair of red peach eyes, his voice suddenly a little excited.

"Biyun, you are the most precious person my mother left me in this indifferent Su Mansion!

I can only trust you now, you are a slave of Su Mansion, but the deed of sale is mine!

I can let you regain your free body, and then you can take advantage of the fact that the Su family can still pass freely, and you leave with the deed of sale and some money.

You pay attention to the movements in the capital, once the Su family is really in trouble, then I can only rely on you!

If there is anything that can be redeemed at that time, I will rely on you to find a way, and if you can't redeem yourself with these silver coins, you can also use them to make some money. ”

"Biyun, can I trust you?!"

Qingluo's frightened depths are rational, calm eyes, and it seems that he can see the secret hearts of people.

Biyun looked back at Qingluo's eyes full of urgent pleading, and after a while, she nodded heavily.

Qingluo suddenly cried with joy, and his face was obviously relieved.

Biyun saw it, and her heart ached, but she also swore in her heart that she must tell Miss to herself, no matter what, she must do it well!

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