"County lord, don't scare the slave maid, if something happens to you, how can the slave and maid explain to the heavenly spirit of the master and the lady?" When Bi Luo saw Song Jingshu say this, she was so frightened that her face became wrong.

Her face was as white as paper, and she bit her lip and looked at Song Jingshu with a worried and scared expression, "Even if there is danger, it is also the slave and maid who block the knife for the county lord, how can there be a reason to hide by yourself!" ”

Song Jingshu turned her head in surprise and saw Bi Luo's look of death, so she reacted.

She only thought that there was Jiang Meici's hole card in her heart, so she didn't have to be afraid of anything, it was a big deal to return to the god realm as soon as possible, and the things in this book had nothing to do with her.

Until Fang Cai, she didn't regard these characters in the script as real, flesh-and-blood people.

But just now she saw that Biluo was almost crying for her, and she was a little moved.

Song Jingshu sighed slightly and patted Biluo's hand, "I let you leave because I have a plan, if you are there, it will ruin my plan." ”

"Biluo, just remember my words, I promise nothing will happen to me."

"County Lord......" Biluo hesitated.

"If you don't obey, I'll die quickly." Song Jingshu deliberately put on a small face and bluffed her.

Bi Luo held back her crying and stopped crying fiercely.

Jiang Mi closed her eyes nonchalantly, her fingers rubbed the objects in her waist and sleeves, and she sneered in her heart, has a plan?

If you really have a plan, you won't have so many useless things on your body at once.

The carriage was bumpy all the way.

When she arrived at the foot of Changshan Temple, Song Jingshu's head was already dizzy from being shaken, and her stomach was sour.

She reluctantly took a sip of jasmine tea, and said in her heart that it was really difficult to be a mortal.

In addition to being uncomfortable, she squinted her eyes and looked at the young man on the side, and when she saw that his face was normal, her heart became even more unbalanced.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly came to a sharp stop.

Song Jingshu's body slid forward suddenly, and she barely grabbed the corner of the table to avoid falling down.

There was a cry of begging from outside the carriage: "Please save your life, save my mother!" ”

Song Jingshu's face was overjoyed, and she hurriedly opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.

Finally have an excuse to get out of the car and breathe!

The carriage driving behind slowly stopped, and except for Aunt Fang, the rest of the people got out of the carriage one after another to watch the situation.

The little girl was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and her clothes were patched and sewn with several holes, but she was still clean, and she was holding in her arms a woman with gray sideburns, whose head was now dripping with blood, and she was unconscious.

Seeing Song Jingshu get out of the carriage, the girl was surprised and delighted, "Nobleman, woo woo...... Please save my mother, she's dying, I can't hold her......"

It is said that the nobles who come to Changshan Temple to pray for blessings are the most charitable, and she used to think so, until today she knew that the most important thing in the world is pretending hypocrites.

She stopped the carriage five times in a row, and the nobles either yelled at her to go or stepped over her, and their faces were not as gentle and reasonable as when they were incensed.

Her mother said: People in the world are unintentional, if you meet someone with a heart one day, you have met a nobleman.

The big sister in front of her looks like a fairy, and she must be the noble person that her mother said.

The girl opened her beautiful and round eyes, looked at Song Jingshu with a bone, and the tears in her eyes flowed downward, and she was very aggrieved.

Song Jingshu somehow, suddenly saw her former self.

once knelt down in front of the immortal monarch of the Manchu Dynasty, and was said by the gods to be unworthy of being the queen of heaven.

is so pitiful and helpless, hoping that someone can help her, even if it is just for her.

Originally, she just wanted to get out of the car to breathe, and the ghost said to the housekeeper, "Carry them to the carriage." ”

The little girl kowtowed excitedly, reading the noble grace in her mouth and unforgettable, she didn't understand anything at a young age, she only knew that her mother would not leave her if she was saved.

Holding back tears, he sat in the carriage not far away with his family.

After getting into the car, Aunt Shen twisted her waist and walked over, "The county lord is really kind-hearted, but it is useless to save a person of this status, and the county lord has wasted his efforts today." ”

Hearing this, Song Jingshu's feet that wanted to leave were fixed in place, and it was useless to save them, so he didn't save them?

Maybe that's what the group of immortal monarchs thought back then.

To save a diva who is just a low-level demon, it is better to befriend a female monarch who is about to become a god.

The corners of her mouth flashed with coldness, "What kind of people do you think are useful?" Where there is a cause, there must be an effect, and whatever you sow will bear fruit, and what I have planted today is a good seed, not a benefit in your mouth. ”

Aunt Shen pursed her mouth disdainfully, and sneered at this sanctimonious sentence in her heart.

In her opinion, these people in the world who talk about goodness are just saying things and pretending to cover up their inner desires.

If Song Jingshu was really as selfless as she said, when she begged her to help her raise her wife, she would not refuse.

Even the aunt she has always respected can say that she will turn her face, but Aunt Shen doesn't think that such a person will have a good heart.

Thinking like this in her heart, Aunt Shen always kept a smile on her face, "Yes, the slave maid has been taught today." ”

There were only three benches on the carriage, and one stool could seat two people, and when Song Jingshu went back, her original position was already half occupied by the teenager.

On the left is the little girl holding her unconscious mother, and on the right is Biluo, who is full of emptiness.

No matter how much Jiang Meici is looked down upon in Xiao Guo, her identity is always the prince of a country, so naturally she can't sit with her maidservants.

As a result, Song Jingshu could only be forced to sit in a row with Jiang Meici.

Under the bump of the carriage, the arms of the two touched together, intentionally or unintentionally.

The little girl learned what her mother said when she praised people, and simply said, "My sister and brother are talented and beautiful, like fairy couples." ”

As soon as these words came out-

Jiang Mici opened her eyes suddenly.

Bi Luozai looked at the two of them carefully, and wanted to say something to refute it, but he felt that it was the truth, so he kept silent for a while.

Song Jingshu was petrified on the ground, "Where did you learn the flower words at a young age?" I don't have that kind of relationship with him. ”

took the initiative to change the topic, "Little guy, how could your mother be hurt?" ”

"My family lives by selling herbs, and my mother will go to the mountains every day before dawn to collect medicines, and when the sun goes down, she will carry the herbs to the market to sell them to feed the family. It rained lightly yesterday, and Ah Niang accidentally slipped on the mountain and fell her head, so ...... That's why I carried her to the side of the road little by little and stopped the car for help. ”

The little girl pursed her mouth, and she was about to cry again as she spoke, "But I stopped a lot of people, and no one was willing to help me, only my sister stopped the car." ”

Song Jingshu knew in her heart that the dignitaries and nobles in the capital looked kind on the surface, but in fact, they were inhumane behind the scenes.