Chapter Eighty-Seven: Saving for Profit
"Naturally, it is the intention of seeing it, and taking it for yourself! As a woman, we all love beauty, and she is no exception. β
I thought she was overestimating her mind when she said something to refute her. It's not like the abode of the girls, and if they had a little brain, they wouldn't be assigned here, so I should be at ease.
"Are you working in the kitchen today?"
The boss purred his eyes and looked puzzled.
The female worker said, "So what? I'm here to make a bowl of ball soup for the master. β
"Then, where is Xia Xiying doing her work tonight? But cleaning the dormitory of the master? β
Xia Xiying nodded, her waist was straight, and she had the potential to die unyieldingly.
I covered my lips and smiled, lowering my eyelashes to block out the untimely emotions.
Walked to the front of the solid wood plate, carefully picked up the jade bracelet, and in an instant, the streamer lamp. On the inside of the jade bracelet, there is a little turbidity, and the index finger is slid around the inner circle, and the white foam is stained on the fingertips, and the color is obvious.
"So, where do these glutinous rice noodles come from? You say you're making balls, and the dish used is glutinous rice flour. β
She blushed for a while, and said hurriedly: "I touched this jade bracelet in order to catch her, and you must believe me!" β
I grabbed her hand, and she was stunned for a moment. The fingers and palms are clean and clean, and there are no traces of glutinous rice flour. "When you pull someone, do you pull it with your wrist?"
Brushing open the sleeves of her wrists, the slightest trace of powder staining was extremely difficult to detect.
She retracted her hand, her teeth chattering.
I took Xia Xiying's hand again, put the bracelet inside, the jade bracelet slid down the wrist to the elbow, she was so thin, as long as she hung her hand, the bracelet would fall to the ground and break in half.
"When you see it, you take it for yourself. What is she trying to do? You can't wear it, you can't sell it, what do you say? I slowly put the bracelet back on the woman's wrist, not too big, not too small, just right.
She screamed, shook off her hand, and the bracelet fell to the ground, breaking a few cracks.
I picked up the bracelet, and the palm was so angry that my face turned purple, and the white breath I exhaled turned cloudy.
"The boss doesn't pierce you, it's to give you face and let you take the initiative to admit it, but you refuse to turn back, right, in charge?" I asked, raising my voice.
The boss raised his hand and slapped her hard, and angrily said that he was a loser. Later, after calming down, he said, "This is the end of today's business!" Go back! β
When she threw up her sleeves and left, I was dumbfounded. I really don't understand why she would let go of that female worker, it doesn't make sense to be reasonable.
Xia Xiying got up from the ground, her eyes were as indifferent and arrogant as ever, but there was already a soft light in the depths of her pupils. "She is the family of the person in charge, and she has to call her aunt in charge even if she is senior, I am afraid that what you do today will annoy her, and even the person in charge will definitely not have any good impression of you."
It turned out to be his mother's family, no wonder the treatment was so different.
I grabbed her wrist, and she was surprised.
"I naturally took a risk to save you, everything in the world has a reason to exchange." I approached her and whispered. "You only need to raise your hand to repay me this favor."
She was thinking, her eyelashes drooping.
"Of course, I'm begging you to help me now. If you don't help me......" The voice paused, and added. "I have the power to save you, and I have the power to put you to death. If you help me, I can get you out of the prison safely, but only if you don't talk about it to anyone until you bring it into the coffin. β
She shuddered, her fingers closing little by little.
The bottom of the eyes is bright and dark, like an ancient well without waves.
She knelt on the ground and said, "Xia Xiying thanks the girl for saving her life, and she is willing to repay her with her life." β
I reached out to help her up, and my smile deepened. My favorite is this kind of acquaintance.
Two days later, it was finally my turn to mop the floor in the east side of the Buddhist hall. Mopping the floor is an abrasive job, the marble floor needs to be wiped spotlessly on the ground on the kneeling, and the huge room is assigned to one person, and it is impossible to finish it without two or three hours.
The Buddhist hall is always set up in the prison storehouse, but the queen mother's intention is to pray for the slaves in the prison storehouse, wishing them to get out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible and turn back to the shore, so she also specially copied a Buddhist scripture and offered it in the Buddha hall. Everyone praised the Queen Mother's actions, saying that she was kind and generous, and she was merciful and compassionate.
Who knew that this Buddha Hall was just a faΓ§ade to cover up the cruel facts of the prison vault, and it was just a way for her to gain a good name.
Eighteen gold-encrusted jade pillars supported the empty and silent Buddha hall, each pillar engraved with a great compassion mantra.
In the center is a slightly convex lotus seat, frosted into stone to piece together the pattern, white as jade.
The smell of incense does not contaminate the mundane in the hall, and every lotus green lamp is brushed, and the remaining smoke curls in the center of the hall.
A big Buddha stands in front of him, the golden light is shining, illuminating the surroundings, carved and built, majestic and sacred, just want people to bow and worship.
There are several baskets of flowers in front of the Buddha, which are changed every day, and the hollow valley orchid with spiritual herbs or cold plum is proudly independent. There is a tribute box on the side of the flower basket, the crystal is clear and made into a frame, and the Buddhist scriptures are safe inside, and the slightest dust is not stained.
I scooped up the rag in the bucket and knelt on the ground to wipe it little by little, the marble floor clearly reflected the shadows, and my eyebrows and eyes were cold and emotionless.
There was no one around, close to the crystal tribute box, holding up the cover on it, the Buddhist scriptures copied by the Queen Mother were clear and graceful, and they were all calm.
Take the penultimate sheet, roll it up and stuff it into your clothes. The crystal cover will be covered, and footsteps can be heard at the door of the Buddhist hall.
I hurriedly knelt down and wiped the floor, deliberately showing grievances on my face.
It was the grandmother who came in at the side of the master, she put her hands on her waist, and her apricot eyes were round, "What are you grinding!" It's been half an hour, how much have you wiped? You still think you're the golden branch and jade leaf on the edge of the Longcheng Palace, phew! Inferior embryos. β
I pretended not to hear and let the rag rub it down on the floor.
Bow down and increase the strength of your hands. The rolling paper in the sleeve of the shirt fell to the ground, half-rolled and half-opened.
As Mama approached, her heartbeat was getting closer and closer, her blood clotted, and cold sweat spine.
"Something." She picked up the paper one step ahead of me, and opened her mouth to exclaim: "You dare to take the Queen Mother's ......"
I covered the second half of the sentence, and with the other hand pinched her neck, she whimpered in horror and was pushed to the edge of the pillar with her hands dancing.
Although she is huge and strong, she is actually empty, like a grass snake that has been pinched by seven inches, and she can't break free with her teeth and claws.
The fingers were retracted, the killing intent appeared in his heart, and his gaze became cold.
It's been a long time since I've killed anyone, and I've always given these wastes a chance again and again, and now it seems that her life doesn't have to be spared, and letting the tiger go back to the mountain is tantamount to self-destruction.
Her eyes widened slightly, and after a moment, she was no longer struggling, no breathing or heartbeat, and her pale face was flushed with purple gas.
Gradually, she slipped and fell to the ground along the pillar, like a mess of meat, filthy.
Killing people in the Buddha hall, this kind of sin, should never be reborn. Laughing self-deprecatingly, people live for a lifetime, why think so much, and see how it is.
The atmosphere in the hall was condensed, and I stood still thinking about what to do with the corpse.
"Su Jin." The door called softly, and by the sound of my voice, I could tell that it was Xia Xiying.
"You come in." I slowed down the speed of sound and looked like normal.
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Mu Mu: You really don't love me anymore...... T_T