It's been more than a month since Amber entered the Earl's Mansion in Bromfield, which has given Li Qiaoer plenty of time to understand the environment she finds herself in.

There is no doubt that he must have intervened in Zhao Qixing's past in some special form...... Well, at this stage her name is Amboer, Amboer Catherine Sudman.

Although the deed of sale stating ownership has been registered, Amber retains her original surname. But this had nothing to do with the benevolence of the lord's family, and the fundamental reason was simply that Bromfield's bloodline was too noble to allow a lowly servant to be crowned with the glory of the family.

And this is the only thing Li Qiaoer is still struggling with: this body carrying herself is undoubtedly Zhao Qixing, and it will not be wrong. Even though the age, temperament, behavior and other things have changed a lot, as long as you look directly at those deep eyes from the reflection in the mirror, the confused and doubtful heart will be stabilized.

Although the face is still a little immature compared to the appearance she is more familiar with, that sometimes inadvertent smile will always pass through the latitude that even Li Qiaoer herself doesn't know how many years have passed.

Yes, yes.

There are only two questions left: what kind of reincarnation Zhao Qixing is going through now, and what is the purpose of sending herself here.

Thinking of this, Li Qiao'er sighed heavily.

I don't know if the mind can simulate such a difficult action, but Li Qiaoer still did it. In the past few months since taking over the security mission of Miss Qingjia, she has been able to transform from a staunch atheist to a person who can easily accept the fact that she was sent into her previous life. The three views established in the past 20 years have completely collapsed, and Li Qiaoer feels that now some people say that he is God, and he will believe it.

"Ambore. ”

A call interrupted the two men's thoughts. Unhurriedly, he scratched twice with a broom at his feet, and Amber easily concealed the fact that he was just standing in front of the full-length mirror and wandering: "I'm here, ma'am." ”

Beckoning to the other person to stand in front of him. Ordering the other to place the fixture, still in her hand, against the wall, the Countess of Bromfield held up the face of her valet in her velvet-clad hand. Looking left and right, the look in his eyes is both relaxed and nervous, and the contradiction is very high.

"Erin and Mafina were taken by the guests and went to bed. Just as Amber was already hesitating whether to give out a piece of applesauce and a plate that she had eaten in the back kitchen in the morning, the countess spoke, "So there are not enough people in the banquet hall right now. It stands to reason that you haven't been in the house for a long time, and it won't be your turn to attend such an occasion. But this time, in order to entertain His Royal Highness, all the forces that can be mobilized in the Earl's Court have been mobilized, and all the clever characters are waiting at the banquet. It's not uncommon for people out there to be more senior than you, but most of them are either clumsy idiots or ugly women who can't be seen. After a pause, the Countess squeezed the smooth cheek in her hand vigorously, and there seemed to be jealousy flashing in her eyes: "Tell me, Amber, tell me...... Will you disappoint me? Will you disgrace the Earl? Will you disgrace the Bromfield family?"

"No, ma'am. I felt that my face must have been turned red, but An Boer never dared to move: "No." ”

"It's better to be so, it's better to be. Satisfied, she let go of her hand, and the Countess asked the maid to turn away. Pulling at the other party's already tight corset, she seemed to have heard the wail of Amboer's pelvic skeleton: "Now, stand tall! Don't make a mistake, I'll keep an eye on you. ”

Feeling that his internal organs had been squeezed together, Anboer's aggrieved tears rolled in his eyes.

"Yes, ma'am. ”

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An Boer is on the run, and Li Qiaoer is furious.

What had happened more than an hour ago was a nightmare, and the barking and approaching hounds behind him made the nightmare seem never-ending.

"That little bitch must be nearby!" Li Qiao'er recognized the voice, it was the earl's groom. This balding middle-aged man named Martin would blow a lewd and shameless whistle at Zhao Qixing every time he passed by her, which made Li Qiao'er want to sew his stinky mouth shut for a long time: "The dog refuses to leave!

In response, as the groom shouted like a gong, more and more footsteps began to converge in the direction of Zhao Qixing's escape. As far as being the prey, An Boer has obviously lost too much blood: stumbling, breathing heavily, according to Li Qiaoer's professional judgment, she will definitely not last ten minutes.

If I could help her, surely no one would be able to catch up with her...... Wait, why run if I can help her?

I never knew that powerlessness was such a disgusting feeling to the core, all Li Qiao'er could do at the moment was to roar with a voice that no one could hear and let Zhao Qixing run faster!

Did you ask me to come here just to witness your end?!

A rushing river in the forest cut off the last of Anboer's life. Constantly switching her gaze back and forth between the water and behind her, her originally beautiful and moving eyes were full of despair.

I don't want to die.

"Ha, I caught you!" Soon, with the clattering sound of the bushes being squeezed open, the sallow and crippled teeth in the groom's mouth made An Boer almost vomit even if they were a hundred meters away: "Little bitch, the master is your blessing to see you! You dare to resist, I really don't know whether to live or die! Go back with me!"

Maybe because of blood loss, maybe because of fear, or both, Amboer's face was paler than the moon in the sky at this time. Instinctively took a step back, and the soft earth under his feet immediately collapsed, and the raging river swept the poor girl away without a trace.

"Shhh The groom probed the torch forward, and the groom watched for almost five minutes before he lowered his hand again and licked his lips with some regret. The Count himself would not have asked for a maid who dared to rebel against his master, and he thought that he could enjoy her long-coveted flesh before bringing back the fugitive!

"Back, back. With a spat on the ground, the groom kicked the hound, and clung to the reins in the beast's whimper, "Good luck for this little bitch!"