All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"It's because Ah Yin is not good that the young master has suffered this crime." Luo Qiyuan has been spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, how could he have done such a job as a servant, hey, it made her feel sore!

"No, I didn't protect A Yin well." From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to let A Yin suffer the slightest grievance. Sure enough, he left his father and Luo Mansion, and he was nothing. He couldn't protect A Yin.

"Young master, I am your maid and I should take good care of you. How can I let you protect me?"

If the housekeeper knows what happened today and doesn't peel off a layer of her skin, "Okay, you can go back to my room and have a good rest!"

"Ayin, how can you do it all by yourself!" Luo Qiyuan clutched his chest and tried to grab the rag from her hand.

Qiyin hid, and pouted pretending to be angry: "Master, if you do this again, I won't be able to finish it until tomorrow morning. I'm really going to be angry!" Grabbing the rag, putting it in the wooden barrel, rubbing it dry, seven Yin Yin cheerfully hummed a ditty and began to wipe the table.

Luo Qiyuan knew his little girl's temper and dared not go against her anymore, the consequences would be serious, she always kept her word, and guessed that if she got angry, she would ignore her for a while, so she had no choice but to Be obedient and go back to the room.

Seeing him leave Qiyin obediently, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Generally speaking, the young master of her family is really good. She is probably the only one in their entire Shengyuan Dynasty if she can do her job as a maid.

Since entering the Luo Mansion, the young master and the young lady have always protected her, and they didn't let her do anything, she just stretched out her clothes and opened her mouth to eat. Such a life is even more delicate than the master's.

In this strange dynasty, the only people who make Qiyin feel warm are Luo Qiyuan and Luo Chunxi. She really regards them as her friends, so she will never allow others to bully her. on the young master's head.

After working all afternoon, the cleaning was almost done. Presumably, the hall was often cleaned by someone and it wasn't particularly dirty. Qiyin wrung out the rag and came to the stream with a wooden bucket.

Qiyin held cool water in both hands and washed his dusty face. He took out a brocade handkerchief from his cuffs and wiped it. He heard provocative voices behind him. He didn't even need to turn around to know who the ghosts were. .

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