A vicious concubine dressed as a villain

Chapter 288 She in Parallel Time and Space 3

Chapter 288 She Three in Parallel Time and Space (End)
Inside the house, Zhao Junmu came over at some point.

"Yun'er, wake up, leave now." He anxiously woke up the person on the bed.

When Zhao Qingyun woke up, seeing that the house was on fire, his first reaction was to run away.

But after seeing Zhao Junmu here, she immediately reacted and asked almost definitely: "Brother, did you prepare this?"

Hearing this, he nodded and hurriedly urged: "Yun'er, hurry up and leave now, if it's too late, it will be too late."

After hearing his words, Zhao Qingyun quickly got up from the bed, took the salute she had prepared from the beginning, and followed him away.

They walked all the way to the back door, and Zhao Junmu sent them out from behind. At this time, there was already a carriage waiting here at the back door.

"Yun'er, take care."

"Brother, you too."

Although the two brothers and sisters are reluctant to part with each other at this time, they have reached this juncture, if they give up everything, they will have to start all over again.

Before getting into the carriage, Zhao Qingyun took one last look at him.

After she got into the carriage, the coachman drove the carriage away. Zhao Junmu watched the shadow of the carriage disappear into the darkness, and then returned to Zhao Mansion, closed the door, and pretended nothing had happened.

At this time, Zhao's residence was already in chaos.

The raging fire burned more and more vigorously, and almost everyone in the whole house was awakened and rushed to put out the fire.

It was not until early morning that the fire was mainly extinguished.

Zhao Yang has never seen his favorite daughter, so he grabbed someone and asked, "Ruan Ruan, where is Ruan Ruan?"

Zhao's mother was crying so hard that she choked up and said, "Yun'er, my Yun'er."

"My lady, Miss, she is still inside." Yaoxue said sadly after wiping away her tears.

Upon hearing that Zhao Qingyun was still inside, Zhao's mother passed out like a bolt from the blue, and Zhao Yang said that he wanted to see people alive and dead.

The servants of the family rushed into the ruins and began to look for Zhao Qingyun.

A servant stared blankly at the blackened corpse under his feet, and stammered, "Corpse, corpse."

"Quick, quickly carry it out."

When everyone brought the charred corpse to Zhao Yang, he froze.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Although everyone didn't want to believe that the corpse was Zhao Qingyun, they had to accept the fact.

Except for Zhao Junmu who knew the truth, everyone present was crying so hard, but he couldn't tell the truth, and he also pretended to be very sad.

On the other side, Zhao Qingyun quickly left the city.

Time flies, and half a month has passed.

She finally settled down in a place called Baiyun Town.

This is the northernmost part of the Eastern Xia Kingdom, thousands of miles away from the capital, and it took more than ten days just to ride in a carriage.

Today, she was going to go out to do some shopping. When she first came here, she still had a lot of things to prepare.

At this moment, Zhao Qingyun only felt relaxed. Is this the feeling of freedom?
Although the streets here are not as prosperous as those in the capital, she is very happy. Seeing the dazzling array of goods, she stepped forward to choose them with great interest.

After shopping for a long time, she saw a little girl in filial piety kneeling on the street next to her. There was a mat in front of her, and a sign was erected next to it, which said that she sold her body to bury her father.

Pedestrians passing by all pointed and pointed after seeing it, but no one came forward to ask the little girl. It was the first time Zhao Qingyun encountered such a thing of prostitution to bury her father, and she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to the little girl. .

She brought quite a lot of silver taels, so why not treat it as a good deed and help the poor little girl. Thinking of this, Zhao Qingyun walked towards the little girl.

But as soon as she took a step, she was pulled by someone suddenly. She frowned and turned around, only to see that the person holding her was a young man with red lips and white teeth.

For the other party's unreasonable behavior, she was a little displeased, and her tone couldn't help but become much tougher: "Why are you pulling me?"

Realizing that he had offended her, the little boy blushed instantly, let go of her and bowed, "Hug, I'm sorry, I was being rude."

Seeing that his attitude was okay, Zhao Qingyun's expression softened a lot, and he asked lightly, "Is there something wrong?"

He explained with righteous indignation: "Miss, I only stopped you when I saw that you wanted to go to the girl who prostituted herself to bury her father. That girl is a liar, and many people around her have been deceived by her. The funeral father is all fake, Miss can't believe it."

Seeing that this was what he was talking about, Zhao Qingyun became a little curious.

"How do you know she's a liar?"

"She was here half a year ago. At first, everyone felt sorry for her and even wanted to raise money for her to bury her father. But later, an old lady who raised money for her ran into her in a restaurant, and finally understood the meaning of the truth." She is probably a liar, and everyone didn't believe it at first, but within a few days, she changed her position again, and she was still selling her body to bury her father, but her father had been buried long ago. At this time, everyone finally realized She's a liar."

After listening to his explanation, Zhao Qingyun lost her sympathy. Fortunately, the young man reminded her, otherwise she would have been deceived.

"Miss, you are from out of town. It's normal to have this kind of reaction when you encounter this for the first time. After all, this woman is really pretending to be too similar. Many foreigners have been deceived by her. In fact, you are kind-hearted, miss. , otherwise you won’t be caught by this liar.”

"Thank you for reminding me." Zhao Qingyun said gratefully.

Hearing her grateful words, the little boy was a little shy, and stammered, "No, it's okay."

When he looked up and saw the other party's pretty face, he became even more shy and didn't dare to look Zhao Qingyun in the eye.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingyun couldn't help laughing, and asked in a gentle tone, "Pfft, what's your name?"

"I'm next to Shu Rong."

"Qing Yun."

Zhao Qingyun thought of a pseudonym for herself. After all, Zhao Qingyun is dead, she shouldn't exist, even though this place is far away from the capital, she is afraid that someone who cares will hear her, so she decided to live here under a pseudonym.

She smiled and said, "Let me treat you to dinner as a thank you for your reminder."

"Well, there's no need, even other people in the know will remind me when they see it. Miss Yun doesn't need to thank me specifically." Hearing this, Shu Rong shook her head and said righteously.

Not getting paid for nothing, he just reminded him, how can he afford to let Miss Yun invite him to dinner.

After hearing his words, Zhao Qingyun couldn't help but look at him more, and couldn't help but have a good impression of him.

She continued: "Mr. Shu, don't be polite. After all, it's you, so I didn't lose any money."

Seeing her sincere invitation, Shu Rong still couldn't help but agree: "In that case, I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

The two found a restaurant together for dinner.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Qingyun returned to her small courtyard.

It was already evening at this time, she raised her head to look at the colorful clouds in the sky, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a perfect curve.

From now on, she is just Yun Qing from Baiyun Town, and there will be no more Zhao Qingyun in the world.

(End of this chapter)

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