i have a sword fairy

Chapter 355 The name of the slave family is Qian'er, and the weak body was born in Zhao's house

Xiao Qian'er always felt that she was destined to be with the nobleman of the fourth bedroom.

At her young age, most children are just beginning to explore their surroundings curiously, and have short memories of what they have played and eaten.

Today's things will be forgotten tomorrow, and most of them just need to play carefree and grow up innocently.

But for little Qian'er who grew up in the orphanage, she was too hungry, too cold, and too painful.

Nothing around her gave her any smiling faces, except for the small and round face reflected in the black tile water tank.

Therefore, how can there be any curious exploration of everything, Xiaoqian'er is a little timid on the contrary, she just likes to go back to her firewood room where logs will roll down and hit her head at night, in the kang that is half rags and half straw Get up, stretch your limbs, and roll back and forth happily.

Because of this, she matured earlier than her peers, observed her surroundings sensitively, and had a deeper memory.

So a long time ago, someone from the abandoned baby home told her that she was picked up from the door by the nobleman in the fourth bedroom.

Xiao Qian'er has remembered these words slightly related to her life experience for a long time, even though she has forgotten who said it, she still remembers it in her little head.

The eldest lady in the fourth room is the savior.

Xiaoqian'er often quietly ran to the area where Sifang was located before today's maidservant selection day in the abandoned baby home.

She couldn't enter the mansion, and she didn't dare to enter, and she didn't come to find that precious lady.

Just simply getting close to Sifang.

So Xiaoqian'er went wherever she was free, either cleaning the leaves or cleaning the ground there.

Doing what she can do on her own.

And whenever she found someone from the fourth room approaching, Xiao Qian'er would run away.

Silently doing what she can do.

So today the stewards of each house came to choose the maidservant, and the place that Xiaoqian'er most wanted to go was the fourth house.

However, in the end it is just wishful thinking.

The manager of the fourth room, Kun Bo, didn't even look at her, so he went to choose another abandoned baby girl with good conditions.

Even if Xiaoqian'er clearly remembered that this Kun Bo should have seen her many times, when she went to clean outside the fourth room silently.

Maybe in his eyes, there are too many servants like Xiao Qian'er who flatter the fourth house, right?

However, at this moment, fate does not seem to have completely abandoned Xiaoqian'er.

At the entrance of the lobby, Kun Bo's respectful voice came.

It's the eldest lady!

Zhao Qian'er forgot the pain on her face like hot oil, the defensive posture to resist the punches and kicks that the big boy behind might have, and her miserable appearance at this moment.

She stood up, stood on tiptoes, stretched her neck, and looked out of the door eagerly.

At a loss, there was an expectation in his eyes that he didn't dare to think about but couldn't help but yearn for.

Outside the door, after Kun Bo went out to greet him, faint voices came.

After three breaths, the group of the four-bedroom eldest lady outside the door still didn't seem to come in, they seemed to be just passing by,

Xiaoqian'er's beating heart, which was suddenly lifted up, suddenly fell, and her heart seemed to have stopped for a moment, and she felt a slight pain in her heart.

She seemed to have regained some consciousness, and the severe pain on her face that had been suppressed before came slowly.

Like the tide of a moonlit night, one wave after another, it pushes higher and higher.

Xiaoqian'er clutched her small chest and breathed hard, her face had an unhealthy red color, and she didn't know if it was the blood left on the swollen scratches or what.

Her small body suddenly trembled all over, and the next second she took a step in a panic, ready to step forward.

At this moment, there was an ouch from behind.

Little Qian'er was taken aback, and turned her head to see that the big boy who was squatting on the window sill before, in a squatting posture that no relatives recognized, was slipping and falling down.

This scene just caught her eye.

At this moment, it's too late to say it's too late.

Little Qian'er didn't even have time to change the lovely and pitiful expression on her face, without even thinking about it, she leaned forward and reached out to pick it up.

next second.

"Well!"

"what!"

thump----!
Xiaoqian'er and Zhao Rong fell to the ground together, bumping their foreheads.

The former was even more unlucky, being treated as half a meat pad.

It's just that she has a small body, does she have a few pounds of flesh, and there is no comfort from the pads.

So Zhao Rong felt uncomfortable, propped up his arms, and couldn't help breathing in at the same time.

What's more, Xiao Qian'er seemed to be doing a disservice.

Little Zhao Rong rubbed his arms and said angrily, "You did it on purpose. This hero has a way. How could he fall on me, but you blocked me..."

He was so annoyed that as he talked, his voice gradually became smaller, because something seemed wrong when he saw the situation of this unlucky girl.

Xiao Qian'er fell sideways on the ground, curled up, crying from the pain.

The crystal tears made the filthy little cheeks even more blurred, and the expression on the face could not be seen clearly, but the big eyes felt washed by the tears, the corners of the eyes were red, the eyes were a little slack, and they covered their mouths stupidly and cried, But it seemed that he didn't dare to make too much noise, and his small shoulders twitched.

Zhao Rong closed his mouth, reached out and patted her arm lightly, "Hey, little girl, are you okay?"

At the same time, he looked around, glanced at the direction of the door, put down the arms that supported him, and fell on the ground beside Xiao Qian'er.

It seemed that he was afraid of making too much noise and being discovered by some people.

Zhao Qian'er didn't speak, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain while moving back, wanting to stay away from this big strange boy in fear.

At this moment, the voice from outside the door seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

The lady still didn't come in.

Xiao Qian'er hurriedly prepared to get up and go forward.

Just the next second, she lay down again, and it was the big boy behind him who pulled her hand. At the same time, his tone seemed a little embarrassed.

"Hey... that, thank you. But don't stand up yet, check where you hit."

Xiaoqian'er was in a hurry, and retracted her hand forcefully, her head was still looking at the door, wanting to meet the benefactor who was just a door away.

At this time, outside the door, a noble lady was holding the little hand of a little girl in Ruqun.

There are two beauties, one big and one small, followed by a large group of maids.

Zhao Kun was standing in front of him holding his fists, listening to the lady's orders with a serious expression.

It has nothing to do with the selection of maidservants in the Abandoned Infant Hall after death, it is something ordered by the fourth room.

Beside the lady with an indifferent expression, the quiet little girl in the skirt, carved in pink and jade, with a tear mole under her left eye, looks like the embryo of a beauty that is written every day in the book.

She turned her head and looked around curiously, her beautiful eyes seemed to be looking for something.

At this moment, the noble lady suddenly cast her eyes, and the little girl in Ruqun quickly narrowed her gaze, and lowered her eyes to look at the ground peacefully.

The lady said coldly: "Uncle Kun, have you seen Zhao Rong?"

Zhao Kun shook his head with a calm expression.

Xiao Qingjun slightly pulled the corners of his lips and smiled softly.

Brother Rong runs so fast.

"You mess around every day, don't come back if you have the ability, just now he ran fast, if he dares to trick Qingjun into running around... Cough cough!" The lady frowned and snorted coldly, then suddenly covered her mouth and coughed twice.

Zhao Kun and Xiao Qingjun, who was secretly thankful that Brother Rong ran so fast, stepped forward eagerly and spoke with concern.

The lady took the handkerchief and waved her hand.

"Zhao Kun, go and do your work. Those maidservants have been selected earlier, so don't make up for it."

Zhao Kun clasped his fists in response.

The noble lady took Xiao Qingjun's hand and left without looking at the lobby of the orphanage.

At a certain moment, before entering the door, the tall old man paused slightly, turned his head to look at the back of the noble lady, and stepped into the door calmly.

……

Hearing the voice outside the door suddenly disappear, the footsteps of that group seemed to be gradually drifting away.

Xiao Qian'er froze in place and stopped crying.

There was no sound.

She lowered her head silently, and began to wipe her stained face with her sleeves. The movement was very vigorous, and the wound was pulled, but she didn't respond at all.

Because it really doesn't hurt anymore.

A certain big boy who had just escaped with a sigh of relief was eating a wild fruit, swallowed when he saw this, and silently put the fruit into his arms.

The little maid sat on the ground, with blood running down her face, she continued to hug her knees and buried her head between her knees.

Still in that skilled defensive posture.

But at this time, it is more like a dead thing without any breath.

She didn't pay attention to the big boy beside her who liked to climb the window sill, and she didn't pay attention to the names of the selected maidservants shouted by the stewards in the lobby.

Everything outside the knee has become a black and white silent film, staged silently.

On her small face, she continued to show a bright smile.

She continued to think seriously about eating wood after being crushed by firewood.

Time passed like running water.

In the lobby of the Abandoned Baby Home, the selection of maidservants has already ended.

It is true that no one has ever called her name, and she is also one of the few remaining little maids.

A figure walked past her.

In the end, only she and the big boy who had been talking to himself all afternoon were left behind in the lobby.

She didn't respond.

Time continued to pass.

As the sun sets, the green smoke curls up from the houses in the distance.

"Stupid girl, are you hungry? Forget it, dumb is boring, let's go."

The big boy jumped up, clapped his hands, and finally left too.

At a certain moment, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the curled up little Qian'er under the window sill slowly raised her head, but she didn't pick up the fruit and the cloth medicine bottle left by someone beside her.

Instead, he lowered his head and left the lobby silently without saying a word.

She walked on the very edge of the road, her feet stumbled, and she didn't block anyone's way or bother anyone.

Even though the road at this time is extremely empty, there is not a single servant in the mansion.

Little Qian'er limped back to her quiet little woodshed.

Hungry croaking.

She curled up and hugged her knees and sat on the cold kang that used to like to stretch and roll.

When the last ray of sunlight also disappeared on the distant hills.

In the dark and peaceful firewood house waiting for the moonlight, it was pitch black. Xiao Qian'er rubbed her flat stomach and picked up a small wooden stick that looked delicious at first sight with a bright smile.

Just picked for a long time.

It has been a long time since I have enjoyed the joy of being able to choose food.

She carefully and pickily pulled out the burrs on the surface, and compared the small wooden stick in her hand horizontally and vertically.

He pursed his lips.

It seems to be a VIP sitting in a luxury restaurant with the best perch in front of him, looking left and right, looking for the best place to bite elegantly.

Soon.

Facing the most serious and critical meal in her life, the little girl in the dark no longer hesitated.

She bowed her head.

Open your mouth.

Bite down.

"Hey, stupid girl, are you stupid? What's delicious about wood? I've eaten it. It tastes a bit bitter. It made my mouth bitter for three days."

Suddenly, a voice with a casual tone sounded in this room with only firewood.

Xiao Qian'er was taken aback for a moment, she bit the stick in her mouth, and turned her head blankly.

On the window sill, at an unknown time, there was a figure squatting, in a squatting posture that was not recognized by the relatives, and with a familiar tone.

"Let's eat this."

Zhao Rong, a professional windowsill climber who did not follow the usual path, jumped off the window sill in a chic posture with superfluous movements, gave a thumbs up, and pointed behind him.

Behind him, a small head poked out from the window sill.

It was a little girl in Ruqun with a faint mole of tears under her left eye.

Xiao Qian'er thought she was very good-looking, and she had never seen her before, and she was standing outside the window looking at her curiously.

Xiao Qingjun was quiet, holding a food box in both hands.

Seeing the silly little girl biting a piece of wood in the house, she quickly freed up a tender white hand and waved it vigorously.

There was a faint smile on his cheek.

Standing between the two, Zhao Rong also smiled brightly.

Xiaoqian'er still opened her mouth wide, her young teeth were stuck in the wood, and she seemed reluctant to pull them out.

She stared blankly at the pair of strange playmates, her eyelashes trembling.

"Um..."

"Stupid."

"Puchi~"

"What are you laughing at? You are the same. You ran so slowly during the day and were caught by the lady again. I said you have to wear a skirt that is in the way?"

"You! If you say it again, people won't pick fishbone for you!"

"........."

That night, a certain little maid finally ate fish again, only this time.

There are no thorns anymore.

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