Xiuxian Work Log

"Zhou Xue?"

Seeing her confusion, Chun Yi said in a flattering manner.

"That's right. Once you catch the Fourth Young Master's eye, you'll be transformed from a sparrow into a phoenix."

"Oh, I see. Then let me ask you one more thing. Do you still remember Zhao Ping and Zhao Maomao? Where are they now?"

"Zhao Ping?" Chunyi's face instantly became strange when she heard the name Zhao Ping.

"Why are you mentioning him? A year ago, he stole things from the Third Young Master's yard and was beaten to death in public by the Third Young Master. I heard that there was also a younger brother who tried to stop the Third Young Master, but he broke his legs and threw him out of the mansion to fend for himself."

"If you ask me, he's courting death. No matter what you steal, you can't steal from the Third Young Master. You're asking for trouble."

As Chunyi spoke, she walked forward with the lantern and found that Lin Qingyue was still standing there.

"Hey? Why don't you leave? The bugs here are so annoying."

The girl then started to move and ran to Chunyi, her voice panting. Although Chunyi didn't feel that she was out of breath after running these few steps, maybe Lin Qing was just not feeling well?

The two continued walking, their footsteps sounding particularly clear in the night.

"What did he steal?"

The girl suddenly spoke, and Haruyi tried to recall her memory, but found nothing in her mind.

"I don't know, but he stole something. The Third Young Master said he stole something, so he stole something."

"Is there any evidence that he stole it?"

"Evidence? What evidence do you need? Isn't what the Third Young Master said the evidence? Besides, there's no need for the Third Young Master to slander a servant."

There was no sound nearby. Chunyi looked over and saw the girl standing among the grass and trees. The dense forest seemed to be pressing down on her. The girl looked like a ghost under the moonlight.

Chunyi only felt the chill gradually rising from the soles of her feet. As if noticing her gaze, the girl smiled, and the coldness was immediately dispelled.

"It's really not necessary."

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Mrs. Cui and Lin Qingyue thought differently. Time seemed to be particularly kind to her. Even though her eldest son was already 26 years old, she still looked young, beautiful, graceful and elegant.

Mrs. Cui didn't have much time because she was busy with all the big and small things in the mansion. But since this matter concerned her daughter, she wanted to meet this so-called teacher.

When Mrs. Cui saw that the teacher was so young, she was secretly shocked.

"Where did you come from, Master? Who are the people in your family?"

"I come from a country far away in the east. I only have my parents at home, no other brothers or sisters."

"East? But the State of Chu?"

"No, it's even farther. It's a long, long walk."

When Mrs. Cui heard Lin Qingyue say this, her eyes revealed admiration.

"Such a long journey, Master must have gone through countless hardships to reach our Shengjing. He is truly young and promising."

"Madam, you are so kind. Your daughter is very talented..."

After finally getting out from Mrs. Cui, Lin Qingyue couldn't wait to complain to the Broken Dust System.

"I finally understand why Cui Jiaojiao specifically reminded me. She asked dozens of questions, all indirect warnings to behave myself. It was really hard to guard against. Luckily, I just said I was here to teach needlework, so I didn't lose my composure."

"I'm just a patriotic and law-abiding citizen. How could I have done anything so heinous?"

When the Dust-Breaking System heard Lin Qingyue's words, it rolled its eyes speechlessly.

"You say you're a needlework teacher, but you don't even touch thread on a normal day. If you really pick up a needle, you'll probably prick yourself like a sieve."

"You really don't miss any opportunity to harm me, Pochen."

Lin Qingyue raised her middle finger to the Pochen System, and the Pochen System gave her a cat's paw in return.

"You're really childish."

"Each each other."

The surrounding scenery was changing. The Dust-Breaking System looked at Lin Qingyue and saw that he was not walking towards his residence, so he sighed.

"Can't you just go in the middle of the night? You won't die if you wait. What's supposed to happen has already happened."

"I just wanted to make sure."

After several days of this, Lin Qingyue still hadn't found Zhao Maomao. If Cui Jiaojiao hadn't noticed her abnormality, Lin Qingyue might have left Shengjing.

Finally, Lin Qingyue stopped in a dilapidated temple. The door was not closed, and he could see the situation inside clearly.

Hundreds of refugees looked at her with frightening green eyes.

A few beggars stood out from the crowd and rushed towards the girl, but were thrown out by her. The beggars were thrown to the ground and wailed. The crowd moved away from those people, and no one stopped Lin Qingyue anymore.

Hundreds of eyes looked at Lin Qingyue, moving with Lin Qingyue's movements, without making any sound, yet making a sound.

Lin Qingyue pretended not to hear and searched among the crowd, finally finding the withered boy in the corner.

The young man, with messy hair and a filthy body, leaned against the wall, motionless like a corpse.

Lin Qingyue squatted in front of the boy and gently brushed the hair in front of Zhao Maomao's eyes. She watched the boy's lifeless eyes turn around, and the moment he saw her, his eyelashes trembled.

Lin Qingyue asked Zhao Maomao.

"do you remember me?"

"Lin... Qing..., why... did you come... just now... My eldest brother... is dead... dead... Wuuuuu."

"sorry."

It seems like I can't say anything except sorry to her. What a waste.

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After giving the pancake to the last person, Hua Xiangrong walked on the street and found someone following him.

He quickened his pace to try to shake the man off, and the man also quickened his pace.

Eventually, you reach a dead end.

Hua Xiangrong turned around and saw the person coming, but found that the person following him was not a human at all!

It was a puppet, the same height as a human. Its entire body was made of wood, and it moved just like a normal person. Seeing his gaze, the puppet spoke to him.

"Dig the soil, dig the soil, bury it."

"Dig the soil, dig the soil, bury it."

"Dig the soil, dig the soil, bury it."

Hua Xiangrong's eyes went dark, and when he felt the light again, he heard someone talking next to him.

"He's still just a mortal. What if you really suffocate him to death? Are you really going to ask me to arrest that girl and get into trouble?"

"Master, master, dig the soil, dig the soil, bury it."

"You can't bury this guy. He's related by blood, the legendary relative. Wait until I kill his father and let you bury him. You can bury him however you want."

"Master, master, dig the soil, dig the soil, bury it."

He felt the dirt around him being removed bit by bit. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds and he couldn't open them.

I don’t know how long it took, but the dazzling white light shone directly into his eyes, and physiological tears kept flowing down.

Everything around was white. When the colors returned to normal, Hua Xiangrong looked around in a daze.

Beneath him was a hole large enough for a grown man.

There were bursts of piano sounds coming from afar, and Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but walk towards that direction.

In the bamboo forest, a young man plays the guqin with great concentration. The sound of the guqin is light and cheerful, and the rhythm is clear and full of energy. The entire bamboo forest seems to be breathing with the rhythm, like a feast.

When the song ended, the boy sitting on the high place looked down at him.

"Hey, why are you only 14? Never mind, it's all the same in the end anyway."