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(30) Night talks

As soon as Tang Wan'er entered the room, she saw the flute on the wooden table, and guessed that the person who played the flute just now might be Luanluo. She gently picked up the flute, the flute was well maintained, it seemed that Luan Luo should be cherished, and he must be a caring person who loves the instrument.

Just like at the beginning, Tang Wan'er met Ji Ling.

"Miss, please have tea."

Luan Luo brought the tea, Tang Wan'er put down the flute, took the teacup, and suddenly she saw that Luan Luo's hands seemed to be wrapped in bandages.

What's going on?!

Tang Wan'er grabbed Luanluo's hand and asked eagerly, "What's the matter with your hand?" How did you get hurt like this? ”

Luan Luo was stunned for a moment, and then withdrew his hand stupidly, not daring to look at Tang Wan'er.

"Hey! Luanluo, don't stop talking, tell me what's going on, and see if I can help you! ”

Tang Wan'er saw that Luan Luo, who looked away, straightened out, and faced her seriously.

Suddenly, Luan Luo began to cry.

Tang Wan'er had no choice but not to ask, lest the little girl cry even more sadly. She patted Luanluo's chest and held her in her arms.

So, Luan Luo cried even more fiercely.

After Luanluo finished crying, she talked about what happened these days.

"Concubine Yang doesn't like the slaves and maids, and the palace maids and eunuchs in Jingyang Palace also look at the slaves and maids unpleasantly, and they target the slaves and maids everywhere, even if the slaves and maids do a good job, they can pick out the thorns. Today, the slaves and maids easily completed the difficulties of those palace people, and were transferred to the hall to wipe the tables and chairs non-stop, who knew that Concubine Yang suddenly lost her temper and kept throwing vases, at that time, the other palace ladies had already escaped from this place, and the slaves and maids also wanted to leave, but they were stopped by the mother......"

"I see, and your hand was injured by the shards of the vase."

Tang Wan'er analyzed, and Luan Luo nodded.

"Hmph, this hateful Concubine Yang has done something bad for herself, and she will be angry with others if her plan fails, which is really a waste."

Tang Wan'er said contemptuously. However, Luan Luo didn't think so, but dissuaded Tang Wan'er from saying that about her master.

"Miss, how can you say that the master is still the master, and it is better to say less about the master is a waste, be careful that the wall has ears."

"Do you think she is her master, and she is her slave? Luanluo, I should know a little bit about what you think in your heart. Tang Wan'er continued, "You hate her, don't you? ”

Luan Luo lowered his head, but finally nodded.

"You are so clear and jade, dusty and elegant, like the full moon. However, Luanluo, some sufferings are for tribulations, and some sufferings are fate, and everything still needs to be seen more. But don't swallow all the pain in your heart, life will always get better day by day. You see, my eyes are swollen from crying, and they don't look good anymore. ”

Luan Luo nodded, wiped away her tears, and at this time, she saw the cup of tea again.

"When the tea is cold, the slave maid will go and make another cup."

Tang Wan'er smiled and said, "No need. Drink so much water at night to avoid going to the toilet too much. However, I have a good proposal, I wonder if Luan Luo is interested in listening to it? ”

"What do you propose, Miss, please speak. If only the slave could help. ”

Tang Wan'er looked at Luanluo's scarred hands, and then at the clear eyes. Tang Wan'er knew that her appearance had always been regarded as a fairy, but she felt that she had no fairy spirit, and the girl in front of her, even though she was wearing the most inferior palace clothes, still couldn't hide the soft brilliance.

"Shall we come and bow down?"