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Chapter 5 Is there a next time?

Aunt Zhao said this, and Qianxue also knew that she would eat this sweetness even if she didn't, otherwise she would be ignorant and might make Aunt Zhao angry.

She lowered her head, endured her grievances, and hid behind to change clothes.

When she came out again, she gave a somewhat stiff smile to Aunt Zhao, and then walked past her.

She walked quickly to the warehouse. Sure enough, Yanran had already taken the second young master's belongings and left. Carrying the tray that was to be given to the eldest young master, Qian Xue could not help but flash across the eldest young master's cold eyes in her mind. .

After she left, the servant sighed twice, and the conversation came over: "The eldest young master didn't look very good when he left before. Qianxue may have to suffer some hardships this time."

Qian Xue's face turned pale, and her hands holding the tray tightened unconsciously.

The eldest young master has always been moody, and no one in the house can figure out his thoughts. There used to be a sweeper maid in the madam's courtyard who also gave him something, but he was beaten until she was covered in blood and thrown into the madam's courtyard. .

The residences of the eldest young master and the second young master were very close to each other. When passing the second young master's yard, Qianxue glanced inside, but she could not see anything except the towering courtyard wall.

She didn't dare to think how proud Yanran would be when she saw the second young master.

Just as she was thinking about it, she was already standing outside the eldest young master's residence. She took a few deep breaths and bravely walked inside. Unexpectedly, she only took one step inside when a sword was held on her neck: "Qian. Snow?"

This change was so sudden that Qian Xue tensed up in fear and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She slowly turned her head and looked at the owner of the sword.

It was Tianxuan who was following the eldest young master.

Tianxuan was about the same age as her, and they both belonged to the Jing family. Naturally, she had met her a few times, but she didn't understand why Tianxuan showed so much disgust every time he saw her.

When he moved his eyes downward and saw the tray in her hand, the sword came a little closer. Qianxue was so frightened that she quickly took a few steps back.

She quickly raised the tray in her hand and said, "Brother Tianxuan, this servant is here to deliver some things for the young master."

"Send something?" Tianxuan sneered. Perhaps he had been following the eldest young master for a long time, and his expression was somewhat similar to the eldest young master.

"I'm giving you something. Why are you so dressed up? I really don't know what the old woman's intention was in sending you here."

Qianxue felt that she had been wronged and shook her head quickly. This was simply a crime. She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to speak.

At this moment, the eldest young master's casual and lazy voice came from inside the house: "Come in."

Tianxuan glared at her for a few times, put away the sword reluctantly, took a few steps back, and continued to play with the sword in the courtyard. That posture was not only practicing, but also seemed to be warning her not to forget. Proportionate.

Qianxue's heartbeat accelerated. Every time she took a step inward, her legs felt a little weaker. She finally moved in slowly, but she still didn't dare to raise her head.

She lowered her body and raised the tray in her hand: "Master, these are the autumn clothes that Madam has prepared for you."

Perhaps out of fear, her voice was soft and waxy, as if it brought Jing Yu into some memory.

He narrowed his eyes and did not let her get up. His voice was calm but a bit dangerous: "You came to me just to give me clothes?"

Qianxue's long eyelashes trembled. If she hadn't sent clothes over, she would have never set foot in the young master's courtyard.

Last night, in order to stabilize her body during the powerful collision, her arms were sore after losing strength. Now that she had lifted the tray for a while, her arms were shaking uncontrollably.

"I don't dare to disturb the eldest young master. Yes, I was ordered to deliver clothes."

Because she was too scared and nervous, Qianxue stuttered a little. She didn't understand which sentence or word irritated him.

She felt as if her whole body had become cold. The next moment, the eldest young master suddenly stood up and walked slowly in front of her.

Qianxue even breathed very lightly, and the cold aura around the young master seemed to be lingering around her.

Out of instinct, she immediately knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy: "Please calm down the young master. I really don't dare to disturb the young master with other things." A sneer came from above her head: "Are you so afraid of me?"

"The slaves dare not."

"Don't you dare? I don't think you have anything to fear."

His voice was full of chill as he ordered, "Raise your head."

Qianxue didn't understand his intention, but she had no choice but to obey his words, raised her eyes to look at him, and happened to run straight into his eyes full of meaning.

She had never been so close to the eldest young master, and she seemed to be able to smell the scent of snowy mountains and pine trees on his body.

She had always felt that the eldest young master looked at her in a strange way today, but now she could see it clearly.

There was resentment and confusion in her displeasure, but Qianxue couldn't figure out how these emotions could be related to her.

While looking at the eldest young master, Qianxue couldn't help but sigh. She had never noticed before that although the eldest young master and the second young master were not from the same mother.

But those eyes are very similar.

Usually the second young master is too kind and gentle, so it's hard to tell.

But after being tainted with possession and lust last night, his eyes were particularly similar to those of the eldest young master.

"Have seen enough?"

Qianxue came to her senses and quickly kowtowed to admit her mistake: "Young Master, please forgive me, I have no other thoughts at all."

What she said didn't seem to satisfy him. He repeated it in a low voice, then suddenly pulled out a sword from behind and stabbed it towards the tray in her hand.

The tip of the sword was very sharp, not to mention the clothes, even the tray was pierced and nailed to the ground.

Qianxue was frightened and hid back. The original emotion in the young master's eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only an ant-like indifference: "Take these things and get out."

His tone was so cold and hard that Qian Xue was so frightened that she couldn't help but tremble. She wanted to take the tray and leave, but she couldn't. Her eyes were red with anxiety.

She raised her eyes and looked at the eldest young master, but she only got one sentence: "Don't pretend to be pitiful for me."

Qianxue felt a little wronged, but she didn't dare to look at her anymore. She could only hold the hilt of the sword with trembling hands, pull out the sword with force, and then free the tray.

She held the sword in both hands and presented it in front of the eldest young master. The contrast between the white palms and the sharp sword edge was sharp.

Jing Yu's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll, his warm fingertips touched her hand lightly, and he took the sword.

"roll."

Qianxue quickly said yes, picked up the plate and ran out quickly as if running away.

She was very scared and ran all the way back to the lady's courtyard. Aunt Zhao found the clothes in her hand and took them out.

When he came back with a big hole, he just sighed slightly: "Next time, be smarter. Since the eldest young master won't accept it, you can secretly destroy the clothes. Anyway, no one dares to argue with the eldest young master about the whereabouts of a few clothes."

Qianxue nodded towards Aunt Zhao, but couldn't reply a word.

She noticed what Nanny Zhao said about next time.

(End of this chapter)