MTL - My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker-Chapter 5715 Previous World Fan Qin-Qin Er and Qiao look back on the world

Chapter 5715 The Past World Fanwai-Qin Er and Qiao look back on the world again

"A Xin, look at that. The little waste piece copied the Ping An Jing very seriously after learning that you were injured. Bashing." Shi Yongqian raised her small hand and covered her mouth with a veil, a slight sneer flashed in her eyes.

"It's not funny, A Xin."

Qin Xin stood indifferently at the door, staring coldly at the scene inside the house.

The woman can't move her limbs, only the head can turn slightly.

She was biting the stylus with her mouth and writing the scriptures word by word.

"You don't look funny, it's obviously a waste that can only lie down, but also want to earn performance in front of you."

"I was tired of the waitress next to me. I had to grind her ink and sweat from time to time, turning the pages and spreading the paper."

"She may just want to find something to do."

After all, I lay there and could not do anything. For the girl who was strong, it was too decadent.

Shi Yongqian grinned and covered her mouth with a veil.

Qin Xin glanced at her, not knowing what was funny about it.

"A Xin, wouldn't you really like such a small waste?"

"Joke." Qin Xin was very impatient with this woman's temptation to be so mentally handicapped.

"Hee hee, but you see, after you rescued her, she seemed to regard you as the sky, thinking about you and thinking about you."

"How could I like a person who has lost all his limbs." Qin Xin sneered and spit out a cold word in his mouth.

"She's just that, I just picked up a little pet at home." Qin Xin dropped this sentence and wanted to turn around and leave.

Shi Yongqian stepped forward with a smile, reaching out to stop him, "A Xin, you wait."

She stomped and stomped her feet, "I think your little pet you picked up is annoying. I don't like her copying the Ping An Jing for you."

"What do you want." Recently, my father has been constantly wooing Shi Family.

In order to please Miss Shi Er, Qin Xin was willing to coax her a little.

"I looked so obnoxious." Miss Shi Er said with a smile, "How do you say I'm going to tear up the Ping An Jing?"

Qin Xin didn't know why, and he jumped in his heart, and then said the two words he regretted most in his life, "Follow you."

Qiao Mu felt that copying the Ping An Jing made people very happy.

Because she finally did something else, she didn't have to lie there day and night, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Aunt Hui, who takes care of her very hard, is very dedicated and willing to help her.

After all, she can also get a trace of fun from the transcript, no, it is strength.

When Miss Shi Er kicked her into the house and broke in, Qiao Mu didn't know what happened.

Until Shi Yongqian's side, the two fierce and fierce girls kicked the inkstone on her hand with one foot and stepped on the stack of paper.

Only then did she react, and this Miss Shi Er ran to find fault again.

These days, she always runs to look for the ballast, looking at her nose is not a nose, eyes are not eyes.

Now she is hiding in the house, quietly copying the Ping An, is it also blocking her eyes?

Qiao Mu felt saddened when she was trampled with their feet and crushed a few times.

It was a lot of time that she spent "writing" word by word.

For a long time, I haven't been able to do such a meaningful thing.

"It's a hindrance." The two evil girls beside Miss Shi Er kicked her over.

Aunt Hui hurried to help her, but was missed by Miss Shi Er with a whip in her waist. Gu Longdong rolled to the ground and could not get up again.

"Aunt Hui, Aunt Hui." Qiaomu cried in a little panic.

"It's noisy." Shi Yongqian scolded indifferently. "A little bug dare to make such a harsh voice and teach me how to teach her."

The two evil girls stepped forward with no good intentions, and one of them kicked fiercely on the abdomen of the tree.

The other person squatted down, grabbed the arbor's yellow hair, reached out and picked up a powder pack, and poured it into her mouth.

A spicy and bitter feeling, filling the throat.

"Cough, cough." The tree coughed heavily.

Her original clear voice became hoarse. Every word she said seemed to roll over the tip of the knife, which was particularly painful.

"Enough!" Qin Xin frowned, dragging Shi Yongqian away from the tree.

Qiaomu lay on the ground, twisting her face a little bit hard, trying to see the expression of the young man clearly.

It turned out that he had been standing at the door all the time, watching what happened in front of him.

The arbor's slightly warm heart sank a little bit.

Sure enough, she was just a pitiful worm picked up by her son.

Funny, but she still has strange fantasy.

I always feel that this person can treat himself like a normal person.

Well, it was just extravagance.

...

Since being sent by Shi Yongqian to the ship to Xichuan.

He was determined to die, but he did not die in the end.

In the next few days, Young Master Qin was ill, staring at her, beware of any self-satisfaction.

In fact, she was pumped by Miss Shi's whip now, and she couldn't even look up.

What can a poor little bug that can't even lift his head lift?

She didn't know why this Qin Xin was staying by her side, and she kept saying what she was talking about, but in fact she couldn't hear half a word.

As her body improved, her fingers suddenly moved one day.

On this day, the second son took her hand very happily and said softly to her, "Xiao Qiao, your body is about to recover. When your wrist can move, can you copy a section of the Ping An Jing Jing to me?"

Qiao Mu didn't speak, and his eyes were silent.

After a few more days, she could barely support the wall and walk a few steps.

The second son happily took the pen and paper for her and helped her sit down at the table. "Little Qiao, you copy it."

After half an hour, the tree did not move.

After an hour, she still has me.

After a few hours, only a ball of ink was stained on the paper, but she lay on the case and fell asleep.

Copy what is so ridiculous.

The word Ping An has long since left her.

She should stop asking for extravagance.

Anyway, there has been no well-being and happiness...

Qiao Mu didn't know that day, Qin Xin stood beside her, dazed for a long time.

I don't know when I wake up.

He stepped forward and wanted to pick her up and put him to bed.

But she still repelled his approach very much in her dream.

Er Gongzi knew that many things, when you want to look back, maybe you can't look back already.

But he was still unwilling. Try to save.

When Su Meng dreamed back, I occasionally remembered that if I hadn't treated her like that, wouldn't it, everything would be different.

(Finish)

Is it difficult to understand the previous life?

Qiao Qiao has two lives, either this life or previous life. The predecessor will mark the word "predecessor".

The characteristics of previous generations are miserable. It is particularly difficult to write.

Tomorrow will be sweet.

(End of this chapter)