After all, Meng Changyue chose to agree. Even though she knew that Baimian Scholar was humiliating her, she would admit that she would suffer no matter how hard she ended in order to survive!

"Hurry up. I have never seen a maid as lazy as you. I really don't know what the shopkeeper wants you to do if he stays."

The waiter who had a festival with Meng Changyue that day was holding a long Liu Muslide to supervise Meng Changyue's work, standing on the side to supervise Meng Changyue's work, and cursing.

Meng Changyue looked at the mountains of dishes piled up in the wooden basin, and her grievances came out involuntarily. Suddenly, she remembered the hard days of the three days of Longfu Inn. Every day, she was facing the mountains of dishes piled up and endless clothes. She lay on the cold bed at night. Her waist, which was so numb that she was unconscious, seemed to be run over by a car, and she was in great pain.

At this moment, looking at the ugly face of the waiter standing beside him, Meng Changyue found that she seemed to miss her when she was in the cold palace. Although she was not free, she didn't have to do so much work every day, nor did she have to eat the remaining leftovers of others.

The more I thought about it, she felt more and more aggrieved, and the movements under her hands slowed down.

"Ba", the second-hand willow wood in the shop was thrown on Meng Changyue's back.

It hurt so much that she was almost dying.

But before she could express her dissatisfaction, she whipped it over again, whipped it hard on her back, and brought the waiter's words to curse. "What? I still want to be lazy, do it quickly, and dare to glare at me, you don't want to live anymore."

As he said that, the waiter wanted to swing another whip, but the willow tree was not thrown on Meng Changyue's back, but was blocked by the small ring that suddenly ran over.

"Miss, Miss, are you okay?"

"What are you doing? Why are you hitting our ladies?"

Xiao Huan helped Meng Changyue up, her eyes full of distress. She didn't care about the pain in her back, and looked at the waiter's direction and asked.

Seeing the visitor clearly, the waiter didn't mean to be afraid. He sneered, looked at the two of them disdainfully, and said.

"What, I really think I'm Jinzhi Yuyou taking off my clothes.

Looking at Meng Changyue so distant, Xiaohuan was a little confused, but after seeing the wound behind Meng Changyue, this confusion was thrown out of the sky, with worry all over his eyes, and hurriedly began to look for drugs to stop the injury.

Xiaohuan sobbed while giving Meng Changyue's medicine, and muttered to himself. "That waiter is too much. How could he put such heavy hand on the lady? It's too much..."

Because Meng Changyue was lying on the bed, Xiaohuan could not see clearly the disdain of her words in her eyes.

After the medicine was ready, Xiaohuan held Meng Changyue and slowly sat up from the bed, and asked in a low voice. "Miss, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Let Xiaohuan show you?"

"I won't bother you, Miss. I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I'm not worthy of Miss Xiaohuan's white jade hands."

Meng Changyue's tone was full of sarcasm, and Xiaohuan could no longer think that nothing had happened. No matter how stupid she was, she could still hear the sarcasm at this moment, looking at Meng Changyue in surprise and disbelief.

"Miss, is Xiaohuan doing something wrong? Did you make the lady angry? Miss, don't treat Xiaohuan like this. Xiaohuan has only Miss one relative."

As he said that, the tears in Xiaohuan's eyes seemed to have broken thin lines, and like pearls, they hit her sleeves one by one, smudged open.

Meng Changyue had no sympathy for Xiao Huan's crying and grievance beside her. Her mind was filled with Xiao Huan's appearance of drinking tea and water by the white-faced scholar these days, while she could only do the hardest and most tiring work, eating other people's leftovers, and being scolded from time to time.

Thinking of this, Meng Changyue's jealous anger quickly surged, stood up from the bed, walked to the direction of the door, pushed open the door vigorously, and said coldly.

"I am a small temple here and can't tolerate the big Buddha of Miss Xiaohuan. Please leave."

"Miss, what's wrong with you? You can't treat Xiaohuan like this. Tell Xiaohuan what Xiaohuan did wrong. I will definitely change it. You can't leave Xiaohuan behind."

At this moment, looking at the cold Meng Changyue, Xiao Huan could no longer hold back the grievances in her heart. She stood up and rushed to Meng Changyue's side. She reached out and carefully pulled her clothes and asked.

"No, Miss Xiaohuan is not wrong. It's because I, Meng Changyue, are too humble to tolerate Miss Xiaohuan's kindness."

Xiaohuan was at the verge of collapse at this moment, looking at Meng Changyue in disbelief.

This is the lady who once showed a gentle smile to herself. She rubbed her eyes to see the person in front of her more clearly, but her agile eyes were already red by herself. Meng Changyue in front of her still looked cold and didn't look at herself at all.

"Miss, you don't want Xiaohuan anymore. Xiaohuan escaped from the palace for you and has now become a wanted criminal. How can you let Xiaohuan live? Miss, you can't... you can't treat Xiaohuan like this!"

This sentence angered Meng Changyue. Although her originally cold eyes were no longer able to freeze to death, the gaze that looked at Xiaohuan was full of irony and said.

"What? I regret saving me? I regretting it. I regret it. Then you go back. I was swearing to you and letting you save me. Why are you crying here now? Do you want me to feel guilty? I tell you that I won't feel guilty. You took the initiative to save me. I didn't beg you."

After saying that, Meng Changyue returned to her cold look again, with her arms wrapped around her, as if this could draw a clear line with the person in front of her.

I didn't ask you to save me, but Xiao Huanya said silently, not knowing what to say, and stood in place with cramped eyes, looking extroverted to a wounded and terrified rabbit.

"Okay, Miss Xiaohuan, go out. I'm too humble here and I'm not worthy of Miss Xiaohuan's status."

While speaking, Meng Changyue pushed Xiaohuan out the door, but Xiaohuan, who was panicked, was not prepared at all, and was pushed straight to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

The white-faced scholar didn't expect that when he came to the wing room to check the account book, he actually saw such a scene. Because of his good intentions, he walked over and asked.

At this moment, Meng Changyue did not care about the small ring that fell to the ground outside the door, but closed the door tightly.

Xiaohuan, who fell to the ground, originally wanted to knock on the door, but when she thought of Meng Changyue's cold eyes just now, her hand stretched out shrank back, hugged her knees with her hands, and sat outside the door like an injured rabbit. At this moment, she didn't care at all that she was sitting on the ground and she didn't even have the courage to get up.

Seeing this, the white-faced scholar walked over and stretched out his hand to help Xiaohuan up. Looking at the closed door, his brows frowned, as if he understood what had just happened.

Meng Changyue is really ungrateful. Today it seems that the fire of jealousy she had accumulated for many days was blowing on Xiaohuan's body.

Thinking of this, the white-faced scholar glanced at the small ring he was holding and walked slowly towards the wing room on the other side.

He pushed the door and walked in, put Xiaohuan beside the bed, stretched out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers that had just supported Xiaohuan.

For him who has a serious obsession with cleanliness, this can kill him.

After wiping his fingers, he threw the towel and squid on the table, then he looked at Xiaohuan who was crying quietly by the bed and said.

"You can live here in the future. You don't have to go back to that wing room, and you don't have to pay attention to that woman anymore."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave, but Xiaohuan stopped him and only heard Xiaohuan ask silently behind him.

"What's wrong with her? How can I say that Xiaohuan? Miss is not like this before."

I don’t know if she was asking herself or the White-faced Scholar, but his steps to leave did stop because of this sentence.

He turned around and retreated, sat down on the stool beside the table, and looked at Xiaohuan and said.

"People will change. Don't live in the past anymore. Look forward. The most important thing is to protect yourself now."

To be honest, the white-faced scholar still likes Xiao Huan very much. Although he is a little stupid and loyal, he is simple-minded and is kind to Meng Changyue wholeheartedly.

Or the white-faced scholar does not like Xiao Huan, but hopes that there are people around him who are as loyal as Xiao Huan to him.

In this way, with the persistence of the white-faced scholar, Xiaohuan lived in another room not far from Meng Changyue. The two of them stopped talking for several days because of this quarrel.

The reason why she didn't speak was that Meng Changyue was disdainful to talk to Xiaohuan because she was jealous of Xiaohuan. Xiaohuan was afraid that such a thing would happen again and did not have the courage to talk to Meng Changyue.

Every day, I can only watch Meng Changyue work from a distance, and then I feel sad again.

Seeing this scene, the white-faced scholar found that his heart was getting more and more disgusted with Meng Changyue. This woman was simply perverted and had a problem with her brain, so she kept increasing the amount of work she gave to Meng Changyue every day.

Meng Changyue stayed at Longfu Inn for more than half a month. After learning from the people who came to eat every day that the heavy troops at the city gate had not decreased, he became more anxious and his ruthlessness towards Feng Huali increased by one point.

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