Bing'er's body stiffened.
The man raised a big palm that was a little rough due to years of martial arts practice, and gently clasped Binger's wrist.
Bing'er pulled out her hand.
The man looked at her with a sneer.
She seemed to realize something was wrong, her cheeks were red, she looked around and said: "There are many people here, and I am wearing the clothes of the palace, so don't let people recognize you."
The man smiled and said, "I still think you despise me as a father."
Bing'er lowered her eyes, and tightly squeezed the hand holding the basket: "Let's talk in another place."
The man said with a pleasant face: "I came here on a special trip to find you today. I ordered a table of delicious food in a restaurant. Will you do me a favor and have a meal with me as a father?"
He said what a loving father would say, but the face full of smiles did not make people feel warm, but had a biting chill of winter.
Binger went with him.
This is a very high-end restaurant, one of the best in Yeliang City. Needless to say, the dishes are delicious, and the price is also very shocking.
The man brought Bing'er into the wing room, and sat on the stool beside the round table in a chic way, and Bing'er sat quietly opposite him.
With his right hand propped on the stool beside him, he glanced at Bing'er lazily, and said with a smile: "It's only been a few days since I saw you, and you've grown more and more fresh. You look after your mother, you're really pretty."
Bing'er didn't speak.
At this time, a waiter brought up dishes that had already been ordered.
Binger looked at the most expensive dishes in the restaurant, and silently picked up the chopsticks.
The man clicked on the table: "Don't you want to order food for your father?"
Bing'er picked up a duck leg and a piece of mutton for him, took a small bowl and filled him with a bowl of mutton soup, saw that he still hadn't moved his chopsticks, picked up some bread, rolled a few pieces of mutton, and lightly Gently put it on his plate.
A smile of appreciation appeared on the man's face: "As expected of someone trained by the palace, his ability to serve people is much better than your mother."
Bing'er's eyes flashed a hint of disgust, but she didn't dare to refute.
The man seemed very satisfied with her reaction, and put the duck leg in his bowl into her bowl: "I'm getting old, and I can't eat such greasy food anymore. You are still young, and you have a long body." , eat more."
Bing'er didn't say anything, and started to eat silently.
The man saw the basket she had placed on the stool and raised his hand to bring it over.
Bing'er went to catch it, but didn't catch it.
The man lifted the red cloth, looked at the bottles and cans and a pair of exquisite tiger-toed shoes inside, and smiled playfully: "Who gave birth? Are you still your sister?"
"Give it to me." Bing'er took the basket over.
The man glanced at her with a smile: "Speaking of your sister...she is so beautiful, she looks like a fairy...if you can get her..."
Bing'er put down her chopsticks heavily.
The man was taken aback, and smiled embarrassingly: "I'm just joking, what are you in a hurry for?"
"I'm full. If there's nothing else, I'll go home first."
"Hey, why are you so anxious?" The man clasped Bing'er's hand, this time with a little effort, Bing'er struggled but did not break free, he smiled, "You and your sister crawled out of the same mother's womb, How come she was born with the life of a phoenix, and you were born with a low life?"
Bing'er said: "I'm cheap, isn't it because you are a 'slave'?"
The man raised his hand abruptly!
Bing'er was so frightened that she covered her face with her hands, stepped back a few steps and fell on the chair.
The man took a deep breath, put down his hand, and smiled slowly: "I haven't seen you for a few months, and I've learned to talk back, take it."
He took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket.
Bing'er took the bottle with a pale face: "What is this?"
The man said: "Good thing, it regulates qi and blood. Didn't your sister just give birth? Taking this kind of elixir during confinement is the easiest way to recover."
Bing'er said: "She doesn't need it, she is fine."
The man's smile turned cold, he looked at Bing'er, and said word by word: "I said, let her eat it."
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When Bing'er returned to the palace, the snow that had stopped for half a day fell again. This year's snow was earlier than in previous years, and it was also very violent. She held an umbrella, and thick snow fell on it, and went into the yard Immediately, a shrill servant girl stepped forward and said with a fawning smile, "Sister Bing'er is back, I'll come and I'll come!"
After all, he wanted to hold an umbrella for her and took her basket along the way.
She gave out the umbrella, but she held the basket tightly in her hand: "No, I'll take it myself, you can hold the umbrella for me."
"Okay!" The maid smiled and sent her to the corridor.
When she walked up the steps, the servant girl put away the umbrella, shook off the snowflakes on the umbrella, and handed it to her respectfully.
Bing'er is not only the big maid of the whole palace, but also very embarrassing in front of Steward Bi, and also Fu Xueyan's younger sister, who has a very good relationship with Fu Xueyan. Under such a background, Bing'er cannot but become the object of cursing.
servant...
Bing'er's steps stopped coolly.
Inside the house, there was the sound of a baby crying.
Bing'er hesitated for a moment, then turned and pushed open the door.
Fu Xueyan was changing her daughter's diaper, her movements were a little clumsy, and she didn't put on her pants properly after a long time.
Bing'er entered the room, put down the basket, and said to her: "I'll come."
Fu Xueyan wiped the sweat from her forehead and gave her the child.
Bing'er quickly dressed the little beauty. The little beauty was comfortable and stopped crying. She opened her small red mouth, yawned, and fell asleep.
Bing'er put the little beauty back into her swaddling clothes, pulled the quilt over and covered her.
Fu Xueyan watched her drop the snow-covered basket, and said, "Did you go out?"
"En." Bing'er walked to the table, turned her back to Fu Xueyan, poured a cup of hot tea, took out the medicine bottle from the basket under the cover of her figure, pulled out the cork, and poured it slowly into the cup One drop, a colorless and odorless liquid, without any traces, she put away the bottle, and walked over with a basket, "Isn't it the Chinese New Year soon? I bought some rouge powder for them, and I also bought some for the baby. a pair of shoes."
"Let me see." Fu Xueyan lifted the cloth and took out the pair of red tiger-toed shoes, "It's so beautiful, you have a heart."
Bing'er lowered her eyes and said: "I'm her aunt, what's the point of buying her a pair of shoes?" After a pause, she walked to the table, picked up the cup of tea that was almost cold, and said, "Drink some water."
Fu Xueyan took the cup.
Binger looked at her nervously, she put the teacup to her lips, and just about to drink it, she suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Binger, I have something to ask you."
Binger's palms were sweating, trying to calm herself down, she said, "What's the matter?"
Fu Xueyan asked: "Is your father... really dead?"
Bing'er's eyebrows twitched, she lowered her head and said, "He's dead... why do you ask such a question?"
Fu Xueyan said thoughtfully: "My mother didn't actually say that he was dead back then, she just let me treat him as dead, and since he hasn't been to the palace to look for you for so many years, I really treated him as dead."
Bing'er said lightly: "Then you can treat him as dead."
Fu Xueyan glanced at her: "Did he come to look for you in private?"
Bing'er squeezed her fingers tightly, shook her head: "No."
Fu Xueyan looked at her and said: "I know that I have not treated you very well these years, but I am your sister after all, and my mother entrusted you to me before she died. I still hope you can tell me what's wrong with you. "
Bing'er muttered: "My sister is very kind to me."
Fu Xueyan pursed her lips and sighed: "You are still young, and you don't even understand many things. You will understand when you grow up."
"Yeah." Bing'er clenched her fists nervously, cold sweat dripped from her forehead.
Fu Xueyan just fed the tea to his lips, and put it down again: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
Bing'er wiped her forehead with her sleeve: "No, it's because I walked too much just now and it's a little hot."
Fu Xueyan said: "Go back and change your clothes."
Bing'er stood up, clenched his fists and looked at her.
Fu Xueyan's cup was slowly pressed to her lips, she raised her hand, and was about to drink into her mouth, but Bing'er knocked over her cup!
The cup hit the floor covered with cashmere blanket, and the poisonous liquid instantly corroded a big hole in the cashmere blanket.
Fu Xueyan looked calmly at the poison on the carpet, and then at Binger.
Bing'er ran out without looking back.
Qiao Wei poked out a round head from behind the screen: "What are you doing in a daze? Chase!"
Fu Xueyan chased them out.
Bing'er went back to her own room, closed the door, put the latch on it, lay down on the round table, and cried sadly.
Fu Xueyan knocked on the door: "Binger, open the door."
Binger does not open.
Fu Xueyan slapped the door latch with one palm, pushed open the door and entered the room.
Bing'er wiped away her tears, and turned her back to her sideways.
Fu Xueyan said softly: "Bing'er, let's talk."
Bing'er sniffed and said coldly: "I have nothing to talk to you... I don't want to see you... You go out!"
Fu Xueyan walked behind her: "Why didn't you poison me?"
"Why didn't you poison you..." Bing'er sneered, "I also want to know why...I obviously hate you so much, and I'm so jealous of you...I said we are sisters...but you are a high-ranking master, but I'm just being ordered around Girl! I’m not even worthy of carrying your shoes! Whatever I want, I have to earn it myself! And everything you want is ready-made! There are so many good things... I worked hard to get it, but you still dismiss it of!
Do you know how much I wanted you to die when I stayed up for three days and three nights to embroider a purse for the prince, but I was not as good as you selling a smile to please the prince? !
Why are they all mother's daughters, and I'm the only one who is so cheap
Am I not as smart as you? Am I not as pretty as you? Where are you better than me? I was bullied since I was a child... You bullied others since I was a child... Why? !
The families are all ruined, why are you the master? I have to be a slave at such a young age... Tell the prince, is it difficult for me to be a young lady? If he doesn't agree, just beg him! If he doesn't promise you, he will be angry! Is it difficult for you to play tricks? I am your sister!
You just don't want to! You just can't see me better than you! You hate my father for robbing your mother! As long as you see me being bullied and bullied like a dog, you will feel the pleasure of revenge, won't you
I hate you! Gu Qingyan, I hate you! The person I hate the most in my life is you! "
At the end, Bing'er yelled hoarsely, her beautiful face was flushed red, tears gushed like a fountain, her chest heaved violently, and the veins on her forehead and neck were violent.
Fu Xueyan looked at her in a daze.
She covered her face, trembling and crying.
Fu Xueyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she stepped forward, squatted down, and took her hand away from her face: "I... I didn't know you were always so sad..."
She really doesn't know that the relationship between her and Bing'er, as Bing'er said, is indeed not so close and loving. As long as she thinks that her mother left her alone in the palace, but raised her younger sister with her own hands, she will be jealous of her .
She has everything, but she doesn't have a mother who goes around to find a way out for her because she doesn't trust her.
The mother is willing to let her go, but she can't let go of Binger, and will force her to treat Binger kindly until she dies.
At that time, she was living under someone else's roof, bearing the name of a young lady. In fact, she was not as glamorous as she appeared on the surface. When she was not grown up, and when the prince didn't think about her, she was often detained by his servants.
Although she had the blessing of the eldest son later, that kind of blessing came at a price. She never thought of paying an unacceptable price for a sister who robbed her mother.
But she thinks about it now, if she really knelt down to beg the prince, or threatened him with a hunger strike, would the prince accept Bing'er as a righteous daughter
The answer is no, the prince will not adopt the daughter of a servant, he cannot afford to lose this person.
Fu Xueyan didn't argue for herself, she really... could do better.
Fu Xueyan raised her hand to wipe her tears: "Since you hate me so much, why didn't you kill me?"
Bing'er burst into tears: "You are my sister... the sister who raised me..."