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Nannan wiped away her uncontrollable tears, "Miss, but …"

"No buts, I got beaten up today, I can't take it for nothing." Song Qing's eyes trembled slightly, "Bring me pen and paper, I will write a letter to King Yu."

Seeing how calm Song Qingyu was, Nannan unconsciously calmed down. She immediately turned around to get pen and paper. "Nannan also knows that only King Yu will help Miss this time."

Song Qingyu glared at her, causing the wounds on his body to hurt. He could not help but knit his brows and explain to her, "It's not that he knows how to help but he has to."

Nannan was curious as to why Song Qingyu would always have such a prejudice against King Yu. Even though she had always believed in Song Qingyu, she could not understand how he treated King Yu.

"Miss, this servant truly feels that King Yu is very good."

Song Qingyu sighed and took the pen. He wrote down what he had told Emperor Hua Jing in the letter and refused the marriage. He hoped that he could meet with him to discuss the matter.

"He will naturally understand if he is asked to send someone else over."

"Ah Nannan could not read so she thought that what Song Qingyu wrote was to make the Duke of Zhenguo feel disgusted and happily put the letter away." "Miss, don't worry. This servant will take care of this matter."

Song Qingyu was very relieved, "Continue applying the medicine."

When Nannan thought of Song Qingyu's injuries, her heart was in turmoil.

On the morning of the next day, the usually quiet and secluded Wangqing Garden became even more deserted.

Regardless of the winter's cold, Nannan and Magpie seemed to be anxiously pacing outside early in the morning.

"What should we do? We can't cook for the young lady in the kitchen, and we can't provide charcoal in the storeroom. Aren't we going to force the young lady to death?" Nannan anxiously said, "Magpie, hurry up and think of a way." Miss' body is so weak that you can't even withstand the cold. "

"I... I don't know either, I'm not allowed to go out and report to the madame. I almost slipped in a few times, only to find out that the madame had a lot of people at her place. Otherwise, I have some jewelry, so we pawned it. I want to buy some food for the young miss and some charcoal. "

Nannan felt around the jade bracelet in her hands, thinking that Song Qingyu had given her many things that should have been worth a lot of silver taels and agreed, "You take care of it here, I will be right back."

"Nannan you must be careful when you go alone."

"Don't worry, take good care of the young miss."

The magpie nodded its head anxiously but could not help but be anxious. It placed the hairpin on her head into Nannan's hand and said, "You have to get some tonics as well. Miss is very sick so her body can't afford to lose anything."

When Nannan saw the hairpin, she felt very touched. Without saying anything further, he took it and left.

When the magpie saw that Ah Nan had left, it felt a sudden sense of unease. It quietly opened the door to the inner room and saw that Song Qingyu was still sleeping, but there was clearly not enough charcoal in the fire. He immediately picked up the pot and went to the other rooms to look for charcoal.

After collecting all the charcoal in the maid's room, he immediately hurried back.

A cold wind blew, blowing against the windows of the Wangqing Courtyard. It was too late to clean up the place in the morning, so the dust and sand in the courtyard was blown into the air. The magpie rubbed his eyes, then wrapped his clothes around himself and retracted his frozen hands. He turned around and immediately closed the doors and windows tightly.

Suddenly, he heard a bang coming from the main house.

The magpie's hand trembled in shock as it hurriedly carried the leftover charcoal back.

"Song Qingyu, where is your original appearance? Why is he lying there half dead? "

The magpie suddenly heard Ming He's words and was startled. He then pushed open the door. Ming He led the two maids into the room and knocked over the fire.

Minghe grabbed Song Qingyu's wrist and pulled her out of the bed.

The magpie was so scared that his face turned pale. He stepped forward and grabbed Ming He's hand. "Aunt He, how can you be like this …" Let go of the young miss. "

Ming He kicked the magpie away with disgust. "Magpie, why are you so tactless? Why aren't you obediently returning to your old mistress' side? Are you waiting for this dead man to die with you?"

Magpie shook his head. "Auntie He, this is Eldest Miss."

Ming He sneered and turned to look at Song Qingyu, "Yes, it's the Eldest Young Miss. I remember it was the Eldest Young Miss who punished me for sixty beatings." "Why is it that after being beaten to a pulp thirty times, you're already half dead?"

Song Qingyu was still unconscious. She had just been dragged down by Minghe, and the pain from her body caused her to lose consciousness. Now she shook her head, frowning slightly.

"Aunt He, aren't you afraid that the master will know that you've abused our eldest miss by torturing her?"

As the magpie spoke, he bravely stepped forward and pushed Ming He away.

Ming He was shocked. "Magpie, are you trying to rebel?" I was ordered by the First Lady to take care of the Eldest Miss. What, you want to disobey the First Lady's orders? Don't mention that you were a servant of the madame before, even now. He had violated the First Lady's orders. I can chase you directly out of the Song Residence. "

"All I know is that Eldest Miss is my master. This is an abuse of lynchings by Aunt He. "

"You! It was a little hoof. And it's been maintained. " Ming He's anger rose involuntarily. He walked up and grabbed the magpie by the hair, and pulled her up with a miserable shriek. "I'll take care of you guys today."

A few strands of the magpie's hair were snapped off.

Ming He coldly snorted, his eyes filled with viciousness. Seeing the scissors on the table, Ming He smiled wantonly, and directly stabbed the tip of the knife into the magpie's shoulder.

Before he could even touch the magpie, his clothes were suddenly tugged by someone. Ming He cried out in alarm as he was pulled backwards. The scissors in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Song Qing and Yu lightly coughed a few times. Their clear and cold eyes were like fire, making people feel fearful. She struggled to stand up and stared condescendingly at Ming He who had fallen to the ground.

"Ming He, who are you going to take care of?"

When the magpie saw Song Qingyu stand up, it was both happy and scared.

Ming He was startled, but he quickly patted his clothes and stood up with a sneer on his face. He signaled the two maidservants behind him to come forward and hold Song Qingyu down, "Young miss, you're already in such dire straits. You still want to teach me a lesson? Honestly speaking, the first wife has instructed us to teach the first lady a lesson. "

The maidservant smiled coldly and stepped forward to hold down Song Qingyu.

The magpie was shocked. It wanted to help, but it still hadn't gotten close.

Out of the two maidservants in front of him, one of them cried out miserably, while the other one had his hands clasped behind his back by Song Qingyu. He pressed it on the tea table beside him.

Song Qingyu laughed coldly, "What? Did you forget how painful it was for you to be 60? Come to Wen Qing Yuan to seek death? "

She laughed, causing Ming He to tremble with fear. He retreated a few steps, and then thought about how Song Qingyu's body could not withstand their strength, "What are you still doing? Can't you catch a single patient? Waiting for the First Madam to kick all of you out? "