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"Is that damned girl still sleeping?"

A fierce voice sounded.

A little girl desperately tried to stop a middle-aged woman, "Grandma Zhao, Miss suffered a cold last night. Please let Miss rest for a while longer." "Nannan begs you."

"Get lost. There is no lady here. If she doesn't work, does she not want to eat? "

As Song Qingyu listened to the sounds of argument, he slowly opened his eyes. The throbbing pain all over his body could not help but wake her up. This was a simple old bed, and one could see the broken beams of the room. The familiar place was … Was it his hometown?

Hearing this familiar voice, Grandma Zhao and Nannan?

Grandma Zhao was her mother's personal servant, while Nannan was one of her mother's servants. But didn't they die long ago? This is the Underworld?

"Look? Didn't this damned girl wake up? "Hurry up and get up. There's still not a month left, and the window paper is broken. Why aren't you repairing it? If I see you all are lazy, I won't beat you to death!"

Song Qingyu looked over curiously. He caught Grandma Zhao's stick. Grandma Zhao was so angry that she pinched Song Qingyu's arm. She was originally malnourished and dressed very lightly, but very quickly, her skin turned purple.

"Damn girl, you still dare to fight back!"

Grandma Zhao raised her stick and broke free from Song Qingyu. Then, she tried to hit him on his back. Nannan quickly blocked Song Qingyu, "Grandma Zhao, stop hitting me. The Song Family will come to pick up the young miss soon. Miss has just woken up, please don't hit Miss, I'm very capable at work. "

"Song Family? The Song Family threw her away long ago. "

Although Song Qingyu could not believe it, he did return to three years ago. She remembered that winter when she had fallen into the ice water. She had been severely ill, and had been beaten up by Grandma Zhao the moment she woke up. This had caused her to fall ill.

"Why is that damned girl trying to rebel?"

While Song Qingyu was still in disbelief, he swung his stick. Nannan hugged her tightly as this warm feeling spread throughout her body. Song Qingyu looked at Grandma Zhao with his beautiful eyes before catching the stick.

"The one who wants to rebel is you, right?" Zhao Ru! " As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

Zhao Ru was Grandma Zhao's real name. It had not been mentioned for a long time. When Zhao Ru heard Song Qingyu's words, she felt a chill down her spine. When she looked into Song Qingyu's eyes, she actually felt a sense of cowardice.

Song Qingyu pulled on the stick forcefully and held it in his hand. Patting Nannan, Nannan looked over weirdly only to discover that the little miss seemed to be different.

"When will you be the one to speak up here?" No matter what, I'm still the young miss of the Song Family. My mother is also your master. Who gave you the guts to treat me like this? "

Zhao Ru did not know why she was scolded by this little girl just now. When he came back to his senses, he rolled up his sleeves.

"Song Family? Pfft, who didn't know that the young miss of the Song Family was the gentle and skilled Song Yiyan. You damned girl, you should have died more than ten years ago. "

She wanted to teach Song Qingyu a lesson, but she didn't expect that she would be hit by a stick from Song Qingyu just as she was about to start. Following which, Zhao Ru's right hand was pressed down and Song Qingyu held her back on the bed.

"Zhao Ru, a servant like you dares to fight against me. Just this alone, even if I kill you, no one will complain." Song Qingyu's voice was cold as he stared at Zhao Ru. He then continued, "Nan Nan, bring me the sabre."

"Ah …" "Huh?" Nannan was scared by her young miss's sudden agility and met Song Qingyu's gaze. She trembled in fear and ran to get her blade.

"Little girl, what are you trying to do?"

"Call me what?" Although Song Qingyu had recovered from her long illness, she had the upper hand from the very beginning. Originally, because of her poor health, she had practiced martial arts in the Prince's Mansion. This was enough to completely suppress Grandma Zhao.

This time, he used a bit more force, causing Zhao Ru to cry out in pain.

At this time, Nannan hurriedly brought the knife over. He shakily handed it to Song Qingyu, "Miss, what are you doing?"

Song Qingyu did not reply, he only looked at Zhao Ru, "Let me see, which hand did it to me?"

Zhao Ru was wondering what she was going to do when she saw Song Qingyu gesticulating with his saber towards her right hand. It looked like it was going to cut off her right hand.

"Miss! Miss! It's Miss. Your servant doesn't dare to do it anymore, I beg you, please let me go. This servant doesn't dare. "

Zhao Ru became more and more afraid, Song Qingyu's eyes did not seem to be faking it.

Song Qing smiled, "I just want to tell you, who is the lord and who is the servant." As soon as he finished speaking. With a loud thud, blood spurted out.

"Ah …"

Song Qingyu released her. Zhao Ru curled into a ball in pain.

Song Qing smiled coldly and sat on the bed. He suddenly asked, "I just cut off one of your fingers and you're shouting like that. What if I want your life now?"

Zhao Ru immediately knelt over, "Young miss, please spare my life, this old servant dares not do it again."

"Why aren't you going to cook the porridge?"

"Yes …" "Yes."

Nannan was frightened by Grandma Zhao's departure.

Nannan trembled as she looked at Song Qingyu and the blood stains all over the room, "Miss, how is your body?"

Song Qingyu came back to his senses and looked at the timid Ah Nan. She had always been timid, so she did not dare to say anything about being bullied in the Song Residence. In the end, she did not even know how she died.

All that was left was a cold corpse.

"Nan Nan, don't be afraid, this disease of mine, I suddenly thought it through. I've always been bullied by Grandma Zhao. How can this kind of life end? "

Nannan looked at the little miss and suddenly burst into tears.

"Nannan also knows that Grandma Zhao is too excessive, but I do not dare."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again." "Nannan, you must know that most people only bully the weak and fear the strong. The weaker you are, the more they will bully you."

Song Qingyu spoke very seriously, and Nannan was unconsciously infected by her seriousness and nodded her head seriously.

Nannan carefully lifted Song Qingyu onto the bed.

Song Qingyu recalled the cold and tragic ending of his previous life, and felt his heart clogged and aching. Fortunately, Nannan is here and she still has the chance to protect them.

Song Qing was shocked and suddenly remembered something, "Nannan, Nannan, bring the mirror."

"Huh?" Nannan heard the urgent voice and did not care about the movements of her hands. She immediately took out a mirror from a small cabinet and handed it over to Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu looked nervous, but when she saw her own face, she was stunned.

This face, due to the usual diet, was somewhat yellow in color, but it couldn't conceal its exquisite features. Song Qingyu not only inherited his mother's beauty, but also flourished even more.

It didn't matter if she was charming or pure. In her previous life, she had seen so many Miss Gui Qi, so her appearance was not much different from hers. It was also because of this that Song Qingyu's face was unknowingly ruined.

She used to think that appearances were useless, but she didn't like her either. In the end, it was just a use. On the contrary, Song Yiyan was becoming more and more beautiful, gradually capturing Zuo Linyu's heart.

Her eyebrows slightly raised as she lightly smiled.

Nannan looked at the little miss and at her thin and weak face in the mirror and could not help but let out a sigh. The young mistress had a hard time. She was the young miss of the Song Family in the capital, but she had been forced to stay here for fourteen years.