[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

Chronicles of the Last Years (10)

The news of the complete victory was like a gust of wind, early the next morning, along with the news of the death of the evil son of the Jiang family, spread throughout the streets and alleys.

Qiao'er uncovered several notices and took them home to show to Miss Zuo. Miss Zuo didn't say anything.

Master Zuo and his wife both came to persuade, went out to persuade, and brought bad news.

Zuo Liu was in a dream when he heard these things.

Qiaoer came to persuade the lady with gruel at noon, but she saw that the lady took out a bag of gold leaves from under the pillow and gave her some fragments of jewelry, and at the same time passed the news to her.

Qiaoer listened, Zuo Liu said, "You and I are master and servant, I will not be here in the future, I hope you can live better."

Qiao'er knelt down while crying, Zuo Liu said, "Let's go."

Qiaoer does not leave, Qiaoer has been with Zuo Liu since she was five years old, her mother is also Miss Zuo's nanny, her father is the fireman of Zuo's family, the two of them ate together and grew up, since childhood, she has only eyes for Miss.

She wants to see the young lady get married, have a family and have children, so she can't just leave like this.

Qiaoer yelled "Ahhh" and hugged the young lady's waist, but the young lady said, "Qiaoer, just think of it as fulfilling me and do something for me in the end." She pointed to the door and said, "Go to the warehouse and take me away." Bring that piece of red cloth, and let me have a look."

Qiao'er didn't understand what Miss was going to do, but Zuo Liu helped her up and pushed her out of the door, "Go, go."

The red cloth had been in the warehouse for a few days, and it was still bright. Zuo Liu stroked it and asked Qiaoer to go out, "I want to be quiet, let me be quiet."

After Qiao'er left, Zuo Liu tore off the cloth and put it on her body. This cloth was supposed to be used to make a beautiful dress, a dress that she only intended to wear once in her life.

Zuo Liu walked around the table in a cloth, although it was not clothes, but she was still beautiful, and she was the one who was beautiful. She sat by the bed, covered her head with the red cloth, and waited quietly. Of course, she would not wait for anyone. It was she who lifted the hijab herself.

The side of her bed was empty, so she stood up and looked in the mirror again. In the mirror was the pretty face of a young woman who hadn't aged and never would.

There was no one there, Zuo Liu looked at the tall beams, faced the mirror, and smiled silently.

When Qiaoer plucked up the courage to enter the door, her young lady had a bright red cloth hanging around her neck, and there was an overturned stool under her feet. She was swinging in the middle of the room. It's better to compare it to a lonely fallen leaf.

Noisy voices came from outside the courtyard, and then the door behind him was rudely opened.

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