"Eh, Shiyu, don't cry, okay?"

It took a long time for Ye Huang to hold back such a sentence, and then there was no follow-up.

As for the girl in the poem, I don't know which tendon is wrong, and after listening to Yehuang's words of persuasion, which are not persuasion, she cried louder and louder.

"Miss, you are so pitiful, I don't say anything about my father and mother since I was a child. Grandpa and brother are so far away, they are bullied and don't even have a support. The slave is useless again, she can't protect the young lady well every time, so that the young lady is injured and wronged, and she almost died today. Miss, the slave is useless, the slave is sorry for you! ”

Yehuang was cried by the poem, and his heart was even more annoyed. She is not the original owner, and she cannot adjourn the feelings and thoughts of the original owner.

It's just that, in her opinion, there is a big reason why the original owner will be like this. If nothing else, let's just say that for Shangguan Ping, the scumbag, the original owner knew that his heart was not in him, and he still stuck it every day. And then to be ridiculed, to be humiliated, who can be blamed for this.

and Ye Ling, too, knowing that they don't really take her every time they go out, they still follow every time.

Yehuang doesn't understand, the reason is obviously not a very stupid person, why in the treatment of relatives and scumbags, one way to the dark.

Fortunately, now that it's her, she will never follow the old path of the original owner again.

Uncles and aunts treated her badly, she ignored them and went, so why bother to rush upside down. Besides, this general's mansion was originally his home, and his uncle and aunt were just guest houses, so why should they be disrespectful to her as a master.

And those cousins, if they dare to bully her in the future, they will definitely return it ten times and a hundred times.

As for the scumbag, who is rare, he kicked it directly.

"Shut up!" Yehuang really couldn't listen to it anymore, and roared directly.

The poetry that was crying vigorously was startled by the roar of the night phoenix, and the crying stopped abruptly, and even the sobbing sound could not be heard.

"Little, miss?" Shiyu looked at Yehuang with some fear, in her imprint, this master of her own had never spoken so loudly.

In the past, no matter when, the young lady was gentle and soft, and spoke softly, how could she roar so loudly.

If it weren't for the fact that Yehuang's appearance hadn't changed, Shiyu would really have to suspect that Yehuang was not her young lady.

"Okay, don't cry, go and help me cook a bowl of ginger soup, go and get rid of the cold." Yehuang looked at his poems with a blank look on his face and said.

After soaking in the water for so long, although it will be fine, it is better to drink a bowl of ginger soup to protect it. After all, this is not her previous body, her quality is excellent, not to mention soaking in water for a while, even if she soaks in water all day, it will be fine.

Shiyu came back to her senses at this time, and then secretly blamed herself for being careless, just thinking about the grievances of the young lady, and forgetting such an important thing.

Watching Yahuan leave, Yehuang relaxed, and then began to look at where he lived.

A broken bed, on which was placed a quilt full of quilts, and as for the pillow, it was directly a bundle of straw. In front of the bed was a table with a missing corner, plus a rickety chair, and a cabinet next to the bed was the only piece of furniture that was acceptable.

This is her boudoir.

At this time, Yehuang, looking at this humble room with four walls, didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

She just wanted to say: Damn, is this a place where people live?