Su Hang has always been cold, and the little disciples were very scared when they saw him.

Chen Yi secretly scolded in private all day long, he didn't understand human accidents, he was just a piece of wood, he didn't have any awe and respect for his senior brother and sister, and he was arrogant.

But after a lot of contact recently, Mu Qingyun found that Su Hang was upright and never thought about it, but it can be said that he disrespected his peers, which was absolutely nothing.

Su Hang was quite serious in his work, and promised to take care of Mu Qingyun in the door, so he fulfilled his duties and gave her an eye every day.

Yesterday, Mu Qingyun thought the cloak was bulky and refused to wear it, but today Su Hang sent a light and warm cashmere short coat.

Listening to Chen Yi, for this cashmere coat, Su Hang went to the market to bargain with the grandmother who sold clothes for more than two hours.

He has never been able to save money on hand, so when he has money, he will hoard weapons, medicinal materials, and pay for a sparring partner alone.

Su Hang's sword is a well-known fierce sword, and the fighting style is also more ferocious, and the sparring attrition rate is too high, and he himself has been embarrassed to call the sparring partners of the martial arts hall in vain recently, usually to add money, and the addition is very generous.

That is, every time Yin eats grain, he has to borrow the next month's subsidy every month, month after month, and the money will never be enough.

Chen Yi also thought of the coat, and couldn't help laughing: "In the second half of the month, I'm afraid I'll have to nibble on steamed buns with pickles."

Mu Qingyun.

That's not it, the martial arts hall is still free.

It's just that it's more difficult to add food.

"Next time he grabs the little fox's snacks, I won't talk about him."

The two of them laughed in unison.

The two sisters were chatting, and the doorman outside hurriedly sent a letter to Mu Qingyun.

The letter was actually written by Yu's mother.

Mu Qingyun was quite surprised, Yue Ling and Yu's mother attached great importance to her martial arts practice in the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall, and they never bothered or told the outside world.

The two of them seem to have been a little scared, and they always feel like they have received a big pie and hide it in their hands, for fear that if one is not careful, the pie will be stolen by others.

There were a few times when Mu Qingyun was fascinated by practice, and when she returned to Zhang's house, Yue Ling still didn't sleep, waiting for her with the lights on, that's it, and she didn't ask someone to send a message.

As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly unfolded the letter, and after reading it at a glance and ten lines, Mu Qingyun suddenly got up.

Chen Yi leaned over and looked at it a few times, and was furious: "What breed of dog is Zhang Qing, even his aunt beats? Look for death!"

At noon today, Zhang Qing injured Yue Ling and injured her face.

Yue Ling was so angry that she fainted, and Yu's mother was really worried, so she sent a letter to Mu Qingyun in a hurry.

Mu Qingyun's expression was serious: "Senior sister, help me contact the real estate economy, and I will buy the house in the picture now."

As she spoke, she got up and went out, and as soon as she stood up, Su Hang was one step ahead of her, and the person who had just sharpened the sword had arrived at the door.

Chen Yi grabbed the person: "Today's matter will be handled by Qingqing, don't make trouble first."

Su Hang's brain circuit is not clear to anyone, let him make a move, in case he simply chops Zhang Qing with a knife, I am afraid that the matter will not be solved.

As the sun sets, there are more and more pedestrians on the streets.

Mu Qingyun has to walk this almost every day, and the road from the martial arts hall to Zhangjia's house is also very different every day. ….

The white-haired mother-in-law's tea stall, the head corner boy was playing around, and from time to time he was fed two pieces of pastry by his mother-in-law.

After that, there is the Baiju Theater, which is full of people at all times, and the Baiju Theater is adjacent to the Changhe Theater, which is also a very famous entertainment venue in Cloud City.

In addition to the bustling and bustling, there are also dark alleys that hide dirt and dirt, every time he walks to such a place, Uncle Li, the coachman, will speed up a little, but in fact, Mu Qingyun wants to be a little slower.

Occasionally, when I see those people who haunt the dark alleys and hide, I feel like watching a documentary of wild history.

All the way to Zhang's house, I saw Yu's mother's face flustered and haggard, and she couldn't help frowning: "How is my mother?"

Yu's mother was stunned, and tears rolled down: "What else? husband

The person is a strong person, the old man actually beat her in front of the junior, and that Aunt Guo beat her and slapped her face."

"What the hell is going on?"

Mu Qingyun frowned.

Yu's mother gritted her teeth: "Zhang Qing, this guy, I heard some gossip outside, saying that his daughter and niece were inappropriate, all because they were raised by the play, and the upper beam was not right and the lower beam was crooked, so he came over to quarrel with his wife, and he even started to do it!"

As she spoke, tears rolled down, and Yu's mother was so annoyed that she hated that iron could not become steel, and said hatefully: "Madame too, what is it that she hides and makes herself angry, she should fight back."

Zhang Qing is a bad old man, no matter how sick his wife is, he will beat him to five!

Their wife, in the early years, she was also hot-tempered, in Jiangnan back then, those who dared to provoke her were beaten directly without saying a word, and the other party cried and called her mother, and hid when she saw her wife.

Now it's good!

The little lady of her family is so tired from practicing martial arts every day, and she has to work to make money, and her wife is still blocking people like this, not only can't take care of the little lady, but also worries people all day long.

Mu Qingyun's mind was tense, Yue Ling's health had been very bad, and Divine Doctor Liu had adjusted the prescription almost every once in a while, but he had never been able to get to the root of the disease.

This time I was born so atmospheric, I am afraid that the sick body is fragmented, and something big will happen.

Pushing the door into the house, Mu Qingyun was stunned, and Yu's mother was also stunned.

Yue Ling didn't look like she was sick with anger.

Not only did she change into new clothes, comb her hair, and put on makeup, although she could see the traces of bruises on her face, she could put on a flower and cover it up.

On his head was a golden hairpin given by Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun thought for a moment that he had seen the original mother in the memory of the original owner, and his heart jumped.

Yue Ling looked at her and smiled, "Qingqing, come on, my mother has cut a new skirt for you, imitating the latest style of our Cloud City, see if it fits."

The skirt is very beautiful, the style that Mu Qingyun has seen in the old photos in later generations.

Compared with the dresses of later generations, it is a little less slim and slender, and more elegant and quiet.

Mu Qingyun's cheeks turned red, and he quickly pinched his nails, which suppressed the extremely strange emotions in his mind that obviously shouldn't belong to him.

Yue Ling said with a smile: "In the future, don't run back and forth in the martial arts hall, my mother is very good now, you don't need to take medicine, you can save up the monthly silver, and save money to buy a house next to your martial arts hall to settle down."

Yu's mother was so happy all of a sudden, as if she had forgotten about those messy things, and nodded when she heard this: "This is very true, the little lady is running around like this every day, and I see that it is very hard."

After talking for a while, Yue Ling also took out more than a dozen pairs of shoes made for Mu Qingyun to show her.

Mu Qingyun practiced martial arts, and the shoes cost a lot, and none of the ones he bought outside were comfortable and fit made by Yue Ling herself.

As he was talking lively, he heard a very young and unfamiliar voice outside: "Madam, are you there, the master asked me to get the key to the treasury, and everything at home will be handed over to Aunt Guo in the future."

Yue Ling's fingers trembled slightly, and she tried to smile on her face, but as soon as she lowered her head, a mouthful of blood spit on the upper of her hand, like a little plum blossom.

Snow Days