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At least let Qian'er grow up a bit, let's sell it after remembering the facts, and see if she is an ugly girl or a big eater, whether she can afford it, and whether it is worth raising her.

At least let Qian'er get to know the appearance of her parents after she has memories. In this way, after being sold into the Duke's mansion and made a slave, she can also have many dispensable thoughts and concerns, in case there is a chance in the future If you recognize each other, you can renew your family relationship, even if you are short of money, ask Qian'er to ask Qian'er for the monthly money that she has saved so hard and has been deducted layer by layer.

In the Jingnan Duke's Mansion, many maids and maids are in this situation, and even luckier, they can always keep in touch with the family outside.

Well, this is the most 'ruthless' parent she could think of when she was curled up under the quilt when she was a child, well, even so, this is what Zhao Qianer envied, the one who could cover her mouth and smile under the quilt kind.

Because if this was the case, Zhao Qian'er wouldn't blame them, she could understand, after all, it was really uncomfortable to be hungry, and selling a girl might be the best way.

As for the best parents, of course it is Brother Rong's mother, Aunt Liu.

However, as long as I can remember, what is it like to have no father or mother?

Zhao Qian'er didn't believe that there were parents who were more cruel than the above.

Zhao Qian'er didn't believe that there was a father and mother who had just given birth to her, just glanced at her wrinkled, blood-stained face as a baby, and abandoned her like a waste product without any thought of nurturing her.

Well, being able to put her at the door of a rich family and choose a good place seems to be the best of humanity, and the rest is resigned to fate, and the two sides have nothing to do with each other.

As for the wasted vegetable basket and the narrow rag wrapped around her body, they seemed to be for the sake of decency, their decency, so they covered this 'stranger' who had just been fished out of his belly to prevent others from seeing them littering.

This kind of indifference is no longer indifference, it is... just treating her as a suffering of a pregnant woman in October, a piece of rotten flesh cut from her body, with only pain, no emotion, even indifference.

Because indifference is towards people, where is the indifference towards objects?

Therefore, Zhao Qian'er still does not believe that there are such parents.

Therefore, as an abandoned baby, she has always felt that her parents have difficulties in her situation, or died of illness, or was hunted down by her enemies, or... accidentally lost it, and then they worked very hard to find it. , can never find her again.

Therefore, Zhao Qian'er thinks that she is extremely happy, compared with the most 'ruthless' parents above, well, little Qian'er, are you still happy and content?

She was even afraid that she might have killed her mother who was pregnant in October.

It's just that if she is accidentally lost by this pair of careless parents, Zhao Qian'er will be a little sad while being extremely happy.

Just a little.

If she had the opportunity to meet them in this life, she would like to tell them.

In the future, please don't be sloppy and careless, don't lose a child again, even if she or he is just a small one, even if it is crying and troublesome, but if it is lost, it will be missed for a long, long, long time ...

Later, when Zhao Qian'er was free, she asked Aunt Liu about what happened back then with a smile showing her little tiger teeth.

Aunt Liu said that she was lying outside the side door of the Duke's Mansion within a few days after she was born. She was the young lady's own mother, the eldest lady of the fourth room, and she was kind enough to let the Duke's Mansion take her in after seeing her. .

Instead of being sent to the orphanage run by the government in Qianjing, it became a good-looking cargo claimed by brothel bustards, human traffickers and some other figures of the three religions and nine ranks.

Later, whenever Zhao Qian'er thought about this, she silently guessed that it might be that the eldest lady just gave birth to a daughter, that is, she gave birth to the current young lady, so when the eldest lady went out and saw her, although it was unlucky, she also gave birth The compassion of these women after they become mothers.

However, this compassion almost ends there.

Because it wasn't the fourth room where the eldest lady lived that adopted her, Zhao Qian'er, who entered the mansion as a baby, spent her first few years in other places in the Duke's mansion that specially deal with abandoned babies like her.

Even for this kind of nobleman, it is only a matter of saying that it is only a matter of asking the fourth house in the mansion to accept Zhao Qian'er and make her treatment very different.

But she is just a little unwanted baby girl whose careless parents don't know where she is. She is not worth wasting the time of the most honorable lady talking about it.

However, after seeing her lying in the vegetable basket in front of the door, the eldest lady could lightly lift her chin as a signal to let the clever servants carry the basket into the door. Later, whenever Zhao Qianer recalled this incident, she was still grateful Extremely, very fortunate, contented.

However, even so, she and Sifang are also predestined.

Later, shortly after Zhao Qian'er remembered the incident, the mansion had to assign a maid, because she couldn't beat her, couldn't get much food, was malnourished, and couldn't beat other abandoned baby maids, she was small and thin.

No one in charge of the house took a fancy to her, and chose her, a short, thin, yellow-haired girl who looked like a reed stalk after being burned by a fire after autumn.

Well, it is estimated that in the eyes of those stewards, it is such an important day for a lowly maid to be picked by the master, but she even has messy hair on the temples, and I don’t know if she can’t tie it. It seemed that there was still some yellow mud on it, and there were a few straight, faint pink marks on the two faces.

It looks like a clever and well-behaved maid who is suitable for serving the master.

At the same time, she was standing at the back of the crowd, blocked by a few tall abandoned baby maids in front, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Nobody even noticed.

Even though Zhao Qian'er tried her best to stand on tiptoe, with her temples cleaned with ice-cold well water, enduring the pain from the eight red, swollen scratch marks on her face covered by white powder, she gritted her teeth and pursed her lips, opening her eyes so dry that she couldn't sleep. With scorched and sparkling eyes, the brightest smile of his life bloomed.

But it didn't attract the attention of even one of the stewards, including Kumber, whose demeanor and appearance hadn't changed much over the years.

In her expectant eyes, the tall old man's calm eyes just swept away, and fell on the maidservants in the front row of the crowd who looked clever and lovely, and never looked at them again.

At that moment, Zhao Qian'er, who was too old to count on one hand and had too many fingers, slowly lowered the soles of her feet, her eyes were still shining, but she bent her body and crouched behind the thick human wall that blocked her.

She still had the smile on her face that she just wanted to look more energetic for others to see, and she seemed to have forgotten to restrain herself, or in other words, this bright smile seemed the most comfortable at the moment.

I have endured the pain for a long time, and I am so numb that it doesn't hurt anymore. If I restrain my smile and touch the wound, it will be so painful that I will roll over.

So laugh.

Zhao Qian'er, who doesn't understand many things and has no one to teach her, has a smile on her face, and puts her hands on her knees with her head buried. This is also the most comfortable position for her. When she was scratched and kicked by her peers in the morning, she kept this posture for defense .

With her thin body, she doesn't eat much, and she can't run as fast as them, and she also consumes energy.

After Zhao Qian'er figured out this defensive method of squatting, she felt that it was very resistant.

This is also a magic weapon that she has always insisted on since she was a child, and has always been 'treasured' in her heart.

And once it is used, it can bear the least pain, which is the best defense.

But later, those who didn't like her face still scratched her face.

Although Zhao Qian'er was young at the time, she generally knew that she was quite good-looking, and it was the only bright spot that outsiders could find at first glance on this thin and short body.

So after being scratched, Zhao Qian'er, who was covered in mud, ran to the back kitchen and begged a bad-tempered cook for a long time before the latter gave her some flour.

The premise is that she has to carry many buckets of water and clean more chimneys.

Zhao Qian'er smiled and nodded in agreement, then ran back to the firewood house with this small portion of hard-earned yellowish flour, closed the leaky door tightly, and used a dry rag to dry up the blood overflowing from the wound on her face. Apply the flour that can cover up the redness, swelling and scratch marks. Although it hurts, the red marks on the small face reflected in the water tank are indeed inconspicuous.

It's just that the coarse flour is like sand of a different color, mixed into the meat.

And at the moment, even after such a toss, she still seems to be an abandoned baby girl that no one looks at.

Little girl, ridiculous.

Zhao Qian'er squatted at the end of the crowd of maidservants, their black backs were in front of her, and the bright spring sunshine slanted down from the window behind her back.

The little yellow-haired girl is squatting in the middle, not obstructing anyone and the way of light.

She just raised her head, and through the gaps between the feet of the people in front, she could breathe fresh air that was not dull, and she could see that the ground where the housekeepers stood in the front was somewhat dazzling. Sunlight.

Zhao Qian'er's smile was bright, and her thoughts were also bright.

Is she going to sleep forever on the cold kang in the woodshed next to the toilet?Will she wake up early one day and see those burrs covered her body and piled up her?

Would she not even have a woodshed to live in, would be kicked out of the mansion, become a beggar on the street, and then her legs or hands would be broken by old beggars to pretend to beg for them?Then if you don't get the money, will you give her food?

Could it be that she can't kowtow to the lady in the fourth bedroom and say thank you...

She is only a few years old, ignorant, innocent.

Joy and sorrow, pain and suffering, hunger and cold, sadness and fear.

It's all pure, and so is suffering.

Even now, many years later, it is still the same.

It's just that in Brother Rong'er's arms, what she experienced was pure love and happiness that was about to be melted.

This feeling is like the swing that finally took off on that summer day many years ago...

Chapter 353 The slave's name is Qian'er, who is weak and born in Zhao's mansion

Even after a long, long time, even the abandoned lobby of the orphanage that was located in the southwest corner of the Duke's Mansion, where the people of the Duke's Mansion didn't even bother to hang a plaque, has long been covered with thick, thick dust.

Even those abandoned babies and maids who stood in the lobby waiting for the fate to roll the dice have their own destiny, and the dust has settled.

Some people are still low-class servants who serve tea and pour water in the duke's mansion, some are clever and careful, and become the first-class maids who take care of their masters in the mansion, and some people are lucky enough to be accepted as concubines by Zhao's children. .

There are also some people who ran away from the house in a mediocre way, and married an ordinary family, with daily necessities.

But there are others, who are destined to be different. It seems that they are phoenixes with broken wings, and they don’t belong to the sparrows and ants. Suffering and pain, cold and hunger are not the graves that bury her, but the flames of Nirvana that rejoice her birth.

Coming out of the fire, he is destined to spread his wings and soar upwards, flipping the clouds, singing the phoenix for nine days, and throwing all the birds under him without looking back.

It's just that even if everything above has changed.

These memories were also swept into dusty corners by everyone.

But to a certain little girl, it still seems like yesterday...

The abandoned baby home back then was canceled early.

Everyone, including the housekeepers and the abandoned baby maids waiting for election, almost forgot that that sunny morning, the little girl who was blocked behind the crowd, curled up with a dirty body and a scratched face, I don't know the bright smile on her little face at that time.

Also forget the series of things that happened that spring morning.

Until many years later, what she and the second lady of the fourth bedroom did when they practiced outside were reported back to the Duke's mansion time and time again.

The mansion rejoiced like a festival time and time again, the Emperor Chu's imperial edicts of rewards were delivered to the Duke's mansion time and time again, and the visiting royal family and dignitaries also stepped into the side door of the Duke's mansion with smiles on their faces every time.

Beside the cold and arrogant Second Miss, a slender and flamboyant little maid who is as legendary as her has become the existence second only to the Second Miss, and has become the courteous object of Zhao's children in the Duke's Mansion, one after another. Enthusiastically inquiring, looking up to fantasy.

At the same time, this "little maid" who is known to like swings by everyone in the manor has also become a big character who is envied by other lowly maids in the Duke's mansion, a role model hidden in the bottom of her heart, and a fantasy before going to bed every day and night.

There are also many, many swings in the mansion, which can be seen everywhere.

It was also until this time that all the people who had personally experienced the selection of maidservants in the morning in the abandoned infant home realized that there had been such an intersection before, and many of them couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing , such a character, would have such a low starting point.

If there is no accident, then, while looking up to them, this matter has become something they proudly say in front of others.

However, some of them, such as the seven abandoned baby maids, trembled when they thought of something bad. When they regained their senses and listened again, their ears were full of excited discussions from their masters. What was hidden in the words was a tone of awe and caution towards that 'little maid'.

During the enthusiastic reception of the pair of female masters and servants by the whole house, some servants, including the seven abandoned baby girls, trembled and couldn't sleep or eat.

Except for one or two who overreacted and tried to escape the Duke's mansion in fear of being retaliated, they were caught by the guards of the Duke's mansion and their limbs were broken.

On this day, the other people who had participated in the bullying incident all those years ago finally knelt down on the veranda that Zhao Qian'er was about to pass by.

For these people who kowtow violently, trembling on the ground, and slurring their speech.

For some unknown reason, Zhao Qian'er, who was smiling happily, still smiled, as if someone else was passing by, and her eyes didn't linger for a moment.

Her steps on the veranda were light and joyful.

While everyone behind him looked on dumbfoundedly, Zhao Qian'er happily ran to the back kitchen, and personally served a meal that suited his taste to a guy who seemed to be getting more and more nerdy.

While she was happy, her eyebrows couldn't help but frown.

Brother Rong is really stupid, a big idiot, even during mother's filial piety period, you can't even eat without food, except going out to visit Aunt Liu's grave every day, and when you come back, you just stay in the room and study, your health is the most important thing .

Zhao Qian'er took the food box, but did not avoid it, and returned the same way.

It was still the same as before, passing these strangers kneeling down and leaving on their own.

She carefully carried the food box, went back to someone's yard, and came to the door of the house.

It's just that the little girl hesitated and lingered outside the door for a long time, her pink lips parted and closed slightly, as if she was rehearsing the appropriate words after entering.

Right now, Brother Rong is engaged to Miss, and Aunt Liu passed away half a year ago.

Brother Rong was studying in filial piety, and she and the young lady went out to cultivate in plain white clothes, and now they returned home briefly, saying that they were visiting the old lady, but the person who really wanted to visit was in the room in front of them.

When Zhao Qian'er just came back, the first time she saw Brother Rong's haggard appearance, her little face was pale.

Because of the upcoming marriage, he kept seeing the young lady, so he treated her a little better, and he could talk, but he didn't look very good to Zhao Qian'er, and he disliked her for delaying his study.

In fact, Zhao Qian'er knew that Brother Rong'er was angry.

Bet on Aunt Liu's anger.

Miss Gambling.

Even bet on his own anger.

Brother Rong is a Confucian scholar, he dare not disobey and resent the mother who single-handedly facilitated the marriage.

But it's this age that should have been rebellious.

So he took his anger out on the young lady and himself.

Hurt others and yourself, but in the end, I don't know who hurts the most.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qian'er let out a strong breath, straightened her skirt, then smiled sweetly, pushed the door open, and let the sun shine into the closed dark room.

"Brother Rong, let's eat, let's eat."

"Don't eat."