Bamboo Shadow Shakes Back Court Huan

"Xiao Yi, you're here, hurry up! I'm starving to death." He consciously took the food box in her hand, sat down on the bedside and opened the lid, and the whole room was filled with fragrance immediately. "Wow, it smells so good, what did you bring, it smells so good" Qinghe put the dishes inside on the small table beside the bed.

"What else can it be? Of course it is a dish that my son has never used." Xiaoyi said to Qing He proudly, "You don't even know how good our son is. I heard that I was going to see you at night and didn't let me The servant just let me go." Xiao Yi's expression was full of love for the young master, and every time he said that the young master's eyes would light up.

However, in Qinghe's eyes, men are far less real than food. Having experienced betrayal, she believes that what she can get, money, and rights are far more real than feelings.

After stuffing those unknown dishes into his mouth, Qinghe felt a little full. Seeing that Xiaoyi didn't intend to move his chopsticks, Qinghe also wiped out the remaining dishes in his stomach. The deflated belly finally bulged out.

"Sister Qinghe, don't you feel full every day?" Seeing that she didn't even let go of the crumbs of meat on the plate, she swept them together with her hands and put them in her mouth. Xiaoyi didn't know what Qinghe lived every day. what a day it was.

"It's okay, I just feel sick to my stomach after eating steamed buns every day." Qinghe burped, poured a glass of water and drank it slowly by herself, probably eating too much at once, I don't know if it will cause a stomachache in a while.

"Eating steamed buns every day? They actually abused you like this. No way, I must find a way to let the young master take you over." Xiaoyi said indignantly, looking at Qing He's fingers that looked like dead branches, he felt extremely distressed.

"It would be the best if you can pass, but Xiaoyi, if your son does not agree, you don't have to force it. I don't want you to make it difficult." Although Qinghe really wants to change the current situation, he can't force others to do it.

"Well, I know, well, I'm going back, or when the young master gets up at night, there will be no one to wait, so I'll go first." Put the small plate back into the food box, and quickly left Qinghe's room.

Maybe Qinghe's stomach, who had been gnawing steamed buns, was not used to the things that Xiaoyi brought at night, so at the middle of the night, Qinghe was awakened by the pain of his hypocritical stomach.

Her face turned pale, and the cramping pain in her stomach made her want to hit the wall. If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't be greedy. She must remember this lesson next time, Qinghe thought to herself.

Tossing and turning on the bed, feeling the overwhelming pain in her stomach, she wiped her stomach non-stop, trying to relieve the pain, this is how Yang Ming helped her wipe her stomach when her stomach hurt, but unfortunately it didn't work at all now.

Seeing that she was breaking out in cold sweat, Qing He decided to go to the toilet, hoping that the diarrhea would make her feel better, took out the toilet paper from under the pillow, and quickly ran towards the latrine, clutching her stomach.

After squatting in the hut for a long time, Qinghe felt that her legs were going numb and her stomach was showing no signs of swelling. She wiped her butt with straw paper, pulled up her pants, quickly put them on and walked out.

At night, the leaves made rustling noises with the wind, which made Qinghe feel a little nervous. Fortunately, there is a moon today, and the soft light made Qinghe feel at ease, but there is still a wall separating the hut from Qinghe's room. , When I first came here, I didn’t observe and notice these things in order to go to the latrine. Now when I go back, I suddenly feel that this journey is so frightening.

Thinking of the many horror movies she watched on the Internet before, she felt that her heart was about to stop beating, hehe, it’s okay, Qinghe comforted herself, she never killed an ant or littered, God didn’t care She will treat her like this, she is a good young man.

Just when she wished she could walk back to the room on two more legs, there was a bang from the corner of the wall.Qinghe's feet stopped, she held her breath and turned her head to look at the wall, the shadows of the trees were mottled and black, it seemed nothing.Just as she let out a breath of relief, there was a rustling sound, and Qinghe was so frightened that tears almost came out.

What's there?

She wouldn't be so unlucky to encounter something she shouldn't have. Looking around, she finally found a bamboo pole for drying clothes two meters away. She tiptoed over and took it in her hand.

Walking slowly to a distance of five meters from the corner of the wall, he took a long bamboo pole in his hand and tentatively poked it. Unexpectedly, there seemed to be something soft there. Qinghe thought it might be a snake!Just when she was thinking wildly, a voice came from there, "Well~, who is outside?" The soft question made Qing He heave a sigh of relief, fortunately, fortunately it was not a snake.

What she hates the most in this life are molluscs, hey, just thinking about it makes her feel sick!

Throwing away the bamboo pole in her hand, she walked over in three steps and two steps, the moonlight shined on the man's face through the gaps in the leaves, Qinghe could see clearly that she was a beautiful woman.

Carefully helping her into the room, Qinghe gave her her bed, because when she just helped her, she found that there seemed to be something sticky on her hand, and she saw it clearly under the oil lamp. Blood.

Qing He didn't intend to go out to fetch water, but just took the water left over from the night to wash her injured shoulder. The man seemed to have lost too much blood and passed out, because she only said that after she was at the corner He never spoke again.

Gently took off the shirt on the right shoulder of her upper body, picked up a clean cloth, and Qinghe started cleaning. Fortunately, she went to the hospital for a nursing internship when she was in college, otherwise she would not be very familiar with it. Help her bandage the wound.

After treating the wound and pouring out the blood quietly, Qing He realized that her stomach didn't hurt when she didn't know when it stopped. I don't know if it was because of being a good person, she gave up the bed and quilt to this unknown name The injured woman slowly fell asleep on the chair by herself.

Just when Qinghe's upper and lower eyes were fighting, the woman on the bed opened her eyes, touched the contents of her robe, and quickly found a white blue and white porcelain vase, tore off the cloth that had just been wrapped, and used a slender A little yellow powder was applied to the wound with her fingers, and she wrapped it around a few times with her left hand casually.

Lifting the quilt, smelling the smell of his body with disgust, walked to the chair, glanced at Qing He, pushed open the door and left, but Qing He, who was sleeping soundly, didn't notice at all, only a sparkling ingot left on the table Shining silver proves that it all existed.

The next day, Qinghe stretched his sore limbs with sleepy eyes and looked on the bed.Where is there any image of a beautiful woman, touched the quilt as cold as water, it seems that the person has left long ago, secretly scolded the white-eyed wolf Qinghe walked towards the table, wanted to pour a glass of water to moisten his throat, suddenly Looking at the shiny silver, she pinched her thigh, ah!It really hurts, so it's not a dream.

Carefully collecting the money, she checked left and right to see that no one was outside the door before she felt relieved.It seems that that person still has a bit of conscience and knows how to repay her kindness. It seems that he did nothing wrong to bandage her wound. Qing He tidied up the quilt and went out. Today, he must finish things early, and then ask Xiaoyi to ask her about it yesterday. Whether things are said or not.

There are still a lot of clothes and several large tanks of water, Qinghe is used to it, she is so hardworking that she doesn't go to the kitchen to find food, anyway, she ate too much last night and she doesn't have much appetite this morning. Thinking of a piece of silver, Qinghe grinned at the corner of her mouth, and the people around her rolled their eyes, wondering what she was doing again.

Seems like something has gone wrong since she was beaten, but what does it matter to them?

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, don't care about the frost on others' tiles!