Because Song Song is the only one, he is still a person with fine skin and tender meat...... Therefore, the old trick must be repeated-

This is the beginning.

This is the end.

Everyone was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, willow green and red, and at the same time, it also included Xiaoxi, Daqian, and Erqian.

Song Song's reason is very simple, they all call you, you guys are still squatting in the corner of the wall like fools, shit or fart? Do you want the master to be your grandson to feed you?

This hasn't happened again since the second meal yesterday.

"Where is Xiao Xin?" Xiao Xi took a bowl of colorful porridge with various dishes, and asked Song Song.

"......" Song Song, who was silent for a while, stared at Xiao Xi up and down.

In the dungeon, there is no light, only candles.

Xiao Xi's eyes, under the candlelight, shone brightly.

"Hehe......" Song Song looked away, looked around at the beggars who were sitting in the prison with various emotions in their eyes, and chuckled twice.

The candle flame reflects their emotions clearly.

The little beggars all had decent clothes to wear, and they had eaten all three meals a day.

However, there are not too many little beggars who have such emotions of gratitude in their eyes.

They don't know what to do, they have a clear purpose in the past, to live.

Now, their lives are in the hands of someone else.

They could die at any moment.

It is impossible for a person whose life is in the hands of others and who may die at any time to be grateful to the person who holds his own life.

Song Song is a very good-looking young man, and he has a sense of nobility in his gestures.

Yang ...... Madame didn't let me stop talking, um—she said, just let me beat you all when you don't obey, until you are obedient...... Well, as long as you don't die, the rest is whatever. ”

What came out of Song Song's mouth slowly was merciless words.

Xiao Xi's expression still hasn't changed much.

However, in the eyes of the other little beggars except for Da Qian, fear swelled up in them.

"Rest assured, he is alive, right above you, he lives, you live, others live, you live, he lives, others live, and if - he dies, then - everyone will die!"

A paragraph like that told by a storyteller in a teahouse inn, and the beggars read it for a while before they understood the meaning.

"For ...... Why?" asked a little beggar, trembling.

Trembling is anger, trembling is fear, trembling is suppression.

He spoke the hearts of all the beggars except Xiao Xi.

"No, why. Song Song raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his expression was mixed with playfulness, it was so complicated here, and it was not clear to explain it in three words, so ...... Why do you have to explain it so clearly to this group of lowly people?

Do they have the right to need him to explain?

"Okay, next-" Song Song still said lazily, "Hurry up, the master still has to make a deal!"

......

Su Ling was a little anxious, but when he came to the door of Yang Miaomiao's Ethereal Xuan, he stopped again, lowered his head, adjusted his breathing and expression, and slowly returned to his previous calm appearance.

"Su Ling, are you here?" a somewhat energetic voice came from front of him, "Why are you staying here in a daze?"

It's Qingling.

"No, I just arrived!" Su Ling looked up, and saw Qing Ling, who leaned over slightly in front of her, teasing her, "How is your body?"

"What's the ...... Madame's medicine, don't you know yet?" Qing Ling raised an eyebrow.

"That's good," Seeing that Qing Ling had a slightly depressed brow, as well as slightly opened lips, Su Lingfu was in a hurry, and stopped what she was going to say next, "The medicinal food that Aunt Lan boiled for you should be almost dry, hurry up, don't get cold by then, go drink it." ”

"Huh, is there such a thing?" Qing Ling patted his head and said to Su Ling with a grin, "Then I'll go talk to Madame with you." ”

"Hmm...... Woohoohoo...... Babble......"

When Su Ling and Qing Ling entered, there was a meaningless, soft-whispered call from far and near, slowly becoming clear in their ears, soft and glutinous, as if the tip of a feather brushed their hearts, and Su Ling's heart was about to melt when he heard it.

Is the lady teasing the girl......

Around the corner, what slowly entered Su Ling's eyes was Yang Miaomiao, who was dressed in a blue robe, leaning his wrist against the edge of the table with one hand, holding an ancient yellow scroll, and twisting a pine-leaf-colored herb in the other, teasing the babbling baby a little bit.

"Madam, Su Ling is here! The slave retired and went to Aunt Lan's to eat porridge with her~" But Qing Ling said loudly.

When Su Ling heard this, he immediately spoke, with his usual smoothness in his voice, "Qingling, I'm afraid you have to go by yourself, I still have something to ...... to Madame."

"Qing Ling goes, Su Ling stays. Yang Miaomiao's hand twisting the herb paused slightly, and then said.

"That'...... Qingling retired first. Qing Ling grimaced at Su Ling before saluting out.

"Su Ling, is there something wrong?" Yang Miaomiao put the whole book on the case, but she was still teasing the baby with one hand, and when she looked back, her eyebrows were full of smiles.

"Madam," Su Ling thought about Bai Xiaoxin in his heart, "he ......"

"What is he?" Yang Miao raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice sank by two points.

"Is Bai Xiaoxin's shackles too ......" Su Ling bit his lip.

"Su Ling, do you remember what you saw in the silkworm breeding workshop some time ago?" Yang Miao sighed, her eyes turned, and the herbs spun a few times out of thin air, and continued to tease the little people who babbled in the cradle and didn't want to settle down.

Su Ling's thoughtful words suddenly stopped at the tip of his tongue.

That was before the girl was born......

Su Ling understood. Su Ling's lowered little head raised his head, and a relieved smile bloomed on his face.

"Oh~~~" Yang Miaomiao didn't let her go, pretending not to know, and said, "Then what did you want to say to me?"

Thinking of the words that Shi Cai did not blurt out, Su Ling's little face suddenly turned red, and he said, "No, no...... What, nothing, just want to ......"

"What do you want?" Yang Miaomiao didn't seem to sense Su Ling's emotions and continued to ask.

"Think ......" Su Ling had an idea, "Xiaoxi, will they starve to death?"

"Haha-" Yang Miao was slightly stunned, which caught Su Ling's words off guard, she wanted to see the little girl embarrassed, but she gently bypassed the topic for the little girl, and looked at Su Ling's little face that still had some unknown redness, she suddenly laughed out loud.

A woman's laughter should be indecent, but the word indecent has nothing to do with Yang Miaomiao.

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