box of hearts

Chapter 211: Ji Xianbin (19)
Diexian felt lonely for a moment, but then turned into a hearty smile, "It's fine to die, just take it as a relief. Eviscerate the bones to return the father, cut the flesh to return the mother, and no longer have to pay the debts to the parents who are not as good as pigs and dogs." The news that my sister was kicked out of Ruyuan last year was told to me by Xia. We pooled up a sum of money and asked people to inquire about it. We wanted to know where my sister was sent. It wasn’t until last October that I seemed to hear that my sister became a monk in Yangzhou. I was thinking that this time I would run away privately and go straight to Yangzhou without going anywhere. Maybe I could find out my sister’s whereabouts, but I was caught as soon as I arrived in Songjiang." She raised her shoulders and smiled, and sighed, "Fortunately, things are unpredictable, and my sister was so wronged that she asked us to meet here."

Qingtian's head was wrapped with a black and silver sheer gauze, a pair of small white jade pendants hung from his ears, his eyebrows and eyes were not painted, only a touch of apricot red on his lips, as pale as a silhouette in a lady's picture, with a few traces of old sorrow. "You still said, why are you so confused, let's live a good life, but why are you bothering with those opera singers?"

"A good day?" Die Xian's tone was full of sarcasm, "Sister, don't stand and talk without back pain. I was moved out of the gate of the magistrate's house. Those days were 'crops after white dew - every day is not as good as every day' When I entered the mansion, the second master Du Kesong's main wife's grandma regarded me as a thorn in the side, but she was afraid that people would say that she was not virtuous, so she reluctantly endured it, she dared not do anything to me, and waited for me when I came out , That’s great. In the first few days, it’s still made of fine rice and white rice, silk and satin. Although it’s a bit boring, it’s going to be okay. After a few days, it’s not going to be the same. The things that come from the kitchen every day, chicken I can no longer find duck and fish meat, and I don’t even have any decent hot soup or tea. I asked the servants, and all of them said: “Grandma, we were not brought into the mansion in a sedan chair to be assigned to the second master. Seeing that you are kicked out again by the master, it would be nice to have food and shelter, that is the kindness of the second master, if the second master is so cruel that he really leaves you outside, whether you are dead or alive, what can you do? The Du family has strict rules, young masters are not allowed to have a kinsman, let's just live in peace, and make noises every day and then spread it into the mansion. I'm afraid that if the master gets angry, you won't be able to survive!'"

Die Xian clamped her throat, imitated it once, and then smiled coldly, "Those servants were all sent by Second Grandma Du. Seeing that I was not happy, they scrambled to spoil me. It's an ugly sentence. I told Du Kesong, but he protected me and gave those people a good beating. As a result, after he left the next day, the ice pot was cold and the stove was closed all day in the room. , the brazier stopped burning, and there was no one in the huge house, which made me hungry and cold, and I had nowhere to complain about my sufferings. Two times in a row, I didn't even dare to file a complaint, so I could only let it go. The screwdriver is rampant. Second Grandma Du doesn't know what kind of wind is blowing in the mansion. The old man keeps Du Kesong under strict supervision, so he can't easily come to my place again. The suffering of vacant house is second, Du Kesong When people don't come, those servants will get worse. Older women dare to call me 'dirty' and 'bitch' blatantly when they pass a wall. I'm afraid that in a few months, I will wait for Du Ke Song forgot about me, and when Second Grandma Du used her wrists, I was killed in vain just like Xiangxia, and no one can give me a fair word. Sister, tell me, can I survive this day?"

Qingtian was moved with joy, but he said angrily: "Then you can't hang out with that surname Cha again, have you forgotten how he set up a trap to harm you back then?"

Diexian's lips showed a rather laid-back smile, "Sister, do you really think I care about the surname? Let me tell you, when he was executed in Songjiang, I didn't even shed a tear. As a stallion, riding Shu Tan, let’s ride him and take me away from the place in front of me. I can’t stay in that ghostly place like the tomb of the living dead for a moment.”

The word "stallion" provoked a faint smile in Qingtian's eyes, "You still have such a sharp mouth, and every sentence you say is really unbearable."

Die Xian also giggled, "I bet, there is no such cheerful person around 'Ms. Duan' nowadays."

There is a window drawer half open in the room, and a bird sits on it and chirps.Qing Tian glanced over there, looked back and caught Die Xian's hand, "Then what are your plans now?"

"Go to Nanjing." She didn't hesitate at all, and it looked like she had already thought it over, "I have offended the Du family, and I have a case on me, so I can't stay in Beijing. I want to change my name and go to Beijing." Nanjing went to my mother and the others."

"Don't you know where they are?"

"Hey, the Qinhuai River is only that long. If you ask around the yards of each house, can you still ask questions?"

"In this way, you are determined to return to Fengchen?"

(End of this chapter)