Marrying into a poor family

Chapter 463

Qin Cui was in a very bad mood and suddenly had the urge to throw the jar into the ground.

So, she opened the door of the main room without hesitation, ran across the yard with her skirt lifted, and quickly opened the bolt of the gate. Her heart almost stopped beating at this moment.

When she opened the door, she saw two dark figures standing against the wall outside. They seemed to have heard the noise of Qin Cui running to open the door, and they were looking at her quietly in the dark.

This is a silent mockery. Do you want to escape? You'd better not overestimate your own abilities.

Qin Cui did not waste her efforts. It was not realistic to escape from these two people, but she was unwilling to go back in disgrace.

So, she threw away the upbringing and dignity she had maintained for two lifetimes, opened her mouth, and screamed with all her might: "Help, help, someone is killing someone, killing someone"

The man in black in front of her did not take any action, but a rough and huge hand behind her suddenly covered Qin Su's mouth, and the other hand held Qin Su's waist tightly, and with a little force, Qin Su was carried in.

The door closed behind them, Qin Sui's voice was muffled, and her shouting became meaningless.

Qin Sui doesn't like outsiders touching her body, especially when she was just reborn. Later, she let down her guard a little and it felt better. It's okay for close people to hold her hand or link her arm.

But now she just felt that the person behind her was so annoying and disgusting.

When the man put her on the bed in the room, Qin Sui realized that the person was actually Grandma Qiao.

Qin Sui admitted that she had made a mistake.

Although she had never believed in Grandma Qiao, she had never thought that Grandma Qiao was such a powerful person. Perhaps, Grandma Qiao was also a martial arts master.

Seeing Qin Sui staring at her silently, Grandma Qiao, with her wrinkled face still kind, sighed and said, "I've already told you that there are so many people outside that you can't get out. Why didn't you listen? Do you think an old woman like me would harm you?"

Listening to her loving words and her eyes full of pity, Qin Sui suddenly laughed, but of course not out of joy, but out of anger.

The old woman in front of me has a wrinkled face, a slightly hunched back, and rough and thin hands. How is she different from an ordinary old woman?
But now that she has discovered that she is unusual, this old woman still acts like she is doing good for you, which is really ridiculous.

Qin Cui didn't want to waste time talking to her, so she turned around, took off her shoes, got on the bed, and lowered the mosquito net to block out the annoying look.

After a long time, Grandma Qiao sighed and left, as if she was deeply worried about Qin Sui's "ignorance".

After the others left, Qin Sui began to tremble all over. Before Du Ziren came, she still had a thought in her mind that Xiao Chenyu would definitely find her.

But now she was a little uncertain.

Who is this Qiao Po? Just by the way she had just brought me back to the house with ease, I knew she was no ordinary person.

But how could such a powerful person live here for seven or eight years?

Could it be that he is someone who is afraid to go out?
It’s a pity that Uncle Qi and Sun Jifei are not here. Maybe they might know something?
The sounds of stringed instruments at night are lingering and charming in the night, just like a sentimental woman expressing her thoughts.

The next day, Qin Cui had a simple breakfast and then strolled in the yard.

Grandma Qiao still seemed a little unnatural and spoke less. When Qin Sui ignored her, she didn't move forward either.

However, today, Qin Sui paid close attention and discovered that Grandma Qiao was always looking at her intentionally or unintentionally.

So she turned and went to the backyard, sitting on a stone bench in a daze.

Grandma Qiao didn't come to disturb her. She sat there for a long time, and gradually her mind calmed down. She could vaguely hear some sounds from the outside world.

In the distance, there were faint sounds of hawkers shouting, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes far, sometimes near.

Qin Sui had always thought that no one was walking around here during the day, and that it only became lively and noisy at night.

But when I thought about it again, I felt that I was trapped in preconceived ideas.

Although this place is close to brothels, ordinary people live here after all, so there is definitely a breath of life here.

Walking the streets and alleys was a must. Qin Sui suddenly had an idea, so she went into the house, picked up the guqin, and walked to the backyard, where she placed the guqin on the stone table.

As her bare hands gently stroked the strings of the zither, a long-lost complex emotion arose spontaneously.

She once swore that she would never touch piano music again in her life.

But now, she resolutely took the piano out.

She didn't know if it would work, but she had to give it a try, to pass on some message, even if it was all in vain in the end.

After tuning the strings, Qin Sui couldn't put her hands down for a long time. The days in her past life when she used the piano to entertain people and curry favor with them came to her mind vividly, making it difficult for her to calm down.

However, the first sound of the piano poured out from the fingertips without any obstruction.

The passionate piano music carried complex thoughts over the high walls and echoed throughout the alleys and buildings in the daytime.

People nearby have long been accustomed to the pleasant sound.

However, it is rare during the day.

The scholar Xiang Gongzi was snatched out of his bed by the brothel owner.

Last night, after getting drunk with Madam Xiang, we had a great time. But now it’s like this. Mr. Xiang is a little confused.

But the problem was soon discovered.

His purse had been rummaged out and thrown carelessly on the table, with two or three taels of loose silver lying alone beside it.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Xiang's face flushed slightly, but he still frowned and asked sternly.

The madam had seen too many men like this who were poor and greedy for the pleasures of women, so she put her hands on her waist and ordered the burly man behind her, "Throw this poor fellow out of here."

The frail Mr. Xiang wanted to reason with others, but he met someone who was unreasonable. It was like a scholar meeting a soldier, and he could only be forced to leave the house.

The madam chased him out and said, "Don't go through the front door, it's unlucky. Go through the back door."

Mr. Xiang is a juren who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination. He is a well-known figure in the local area. It is a pity that he is nothing in the capital. In addition, he failed in the examination and was disheartened. He just wanted to spend his time in the land of pleasure, and then return to his hometown to study hard, waiting to take the examination again in the future.

But I didn't expect it to be so embarrassing. I was thrown out with my upper body naked. Fortunately, all my luggage was thrown out, but the valuables were gone.

Mr. Xiang was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground. He put on his clothes in a hurry, covered his face and walked through the back alley.

Thinking of the hardships and difficulties I had experienced during those days, as well as the dejection of defeat, I felt even more unwilling to accept the sight of the number one scholar parading in the streets with grace and dignity.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard the sound of a piano.

He paused, listened carefully, and it was indeed the sound of a piano.

It seemed that the music expressed the anger, dissatisfaction and endless grievances in his heart at the moment, and Mr. Xiang actually headed towards the source of the sound.

After searching for a long time, I finally found a remote back alley. The walls were very high and the alley never saw sunlight all year round, so it was dark and damp.

Young Master Xiang leaned against the mossy wall, listening to the music quietly.

As he sang one poem after another, Mr. Xiang began to cry without realizing it. His tears wet his clothes and then dried up.

The sound of the piano finally stopped. After a long time, Mr. Xiang moved his numb legs and feet, turned around, bowed deeply to the high wall, and then turned and left.

The next day, after Qin Cui finished her breakfast, she went to the backyard again to play the piano.

Grandma Qiao brought the tea tray over, but she didn't leave after putting it down. She said, "Madam, you played the piano all morning yesterday. Aren't you tired? Why do you want to play the piano again today?"

Qin Sui sneered: "Why, your master won't let me go out, and won't let me play the piano to kill time?"