He turned his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow.

On the day the slave and maid were imprisoned, a burden was left behind, and the baggage was the only remaining object of the slave and maid, among which there was a white leather bracelet, which was worth a little money, and it was a token of the slave and Tong Gongzi, I beg you to help me find it, is it okay?

Well. He had turned around, not making out the expression on his face.

Bu leisurely looked at the figure he walked towards the house, a little remorseful, it seemed that her request was a little too much, and the big boy in front of him was a little unhappy......

……

I know that good times will not last long.

Just after noon on this day, Bu Youran had just finished eating with the maids in the mansion when he was called to Mrs. Song's house.

This time I entered, and saw this pomp, with Mrs. Song as the center, the first position on the left was an unfamiliar face, but looking at the dress and age, it must be the eldest young master of the Song family who just returned to the house today, the second on the left is Song Yifan, and the only one on the right is naturally the master who is waiting for Bu Youran, the little sister of the Song family, standing next to her is still a strange face, but Bu Youran already has the answer in his heart, I heard that there is also a son of the right minister Li Wanjin who returned home with the eldest young master today.

What's going on?

High-level triage?

Big brother, she's the companion I told you about a few days ago! Song Yiling's eyes showed a trace of disdain, she was a person who behaved inappropriately, and her hands and feet were not clean.

The eldest young master of the Song family looked up and down for a leisurely look, and saw that she was standing in place in an orderly manner, just smiling lightly and not making a sound.

Mrs. Song is relatively calm, not only as a companion, but also a little knowledgeable.

Yes, yes, she said that she went to school, and her eldest brother only went to school for six years, and she said that she went to school for two years, and she must know a lot. Little Sister Song's words were full of provocation.

Bu Youran sighed in his heart, hey, after all, it was a mistake to report 'two years'!

Oh? It's a rarity. Li Wanjin, who was standing on the side, deliberately cooperated with Song Yiling, Brother Song was the champion of the year, and he had the most knowledge among us, but he had to test her!

Cold sweat broke out on Bu Youran's forehead, a few small things, today the old lady is going to be planted in your hands!

That's good, the eldest young master of the Song family is not polite, and responded directly, I will inscribe a word card, how about you make a few words?

Hey, let's admit it!

The eldest young master, the slave and maid don't know what word cards, in a small place like the slave and maid, the things taught by the master are relatively small, although it is two years, but it is not as good as half a year of knowledge learned in the formal school in the capital. It's just that I can simply read and write, and I read more miscellaneous books on weekdays. Bu leisurely bowed and said.

Idle books? Young Master Song didn't laugh at her shamefully, but continued to chat, let's also read idle books, then you can tell me about the idle books you read.

Bu Youran's brows moved, racking his brains, thinking of a slightly taller story.

She's a little more cautious, do you want to listen to something long, or something shorter? The long ones are "Water Margin", and the short ones can talk about "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", which is scared to death!

Shorter it's a little shorter. Mrs. Song said directly.

Bu Youran smiled and shook his sleeves, saying that there was a scholar Wang Junsheng who was teaching at Gong Li's house. One evening, when the lamp had just been lit, Mr. Wang was lying on the bed with his shoes on. Suddenly, I saw a small person, more than three inches long, coming in through the door, and after a little turn, he went out again. After a while, the little man took two small stools and placed them in the middle of the room, like a toy stool made of sorghum straw by a child. After a while, two little men came in carrying a coffin, no more than four inches long, and placed it on two small stools. Before the arrangements were ready, I saw a woman leading a few maids and servants in, all as small as the villains before. The woman was dressed in filial piety clothes, tied hemp rope around her waist, wrapped her head in a white cloth, covered her mouth with her sleeves, and cried softly, like a big fly......

Ah, don't say it, stop it! The first to stand it was the little sister of the Song family.

The eldest young master of the Song family listened to it with relish, while Mrs. Song, Li Wanjin and Song Yifan felt a little impatient.

Could it be that you have been reading such vulgar books for the past two years? Mrs. Song asked.

No, I think it's funny. The eldest young master of the Song family said with a smile.

Mrs. Song was slightly annoyed, and felt that the Song family had refuted her face, Yifan, this is the companion you chose?

Song Yifan lowered his head, as if he didn't expect that Bu Youran would only have these things.

Mrs. Song looked at Xiang Bu leisurely again, but this time she was even more cold and arrogant, from today on, you are the miscellaneous maid in the house, you have to be downgraded for food and housing, and the silver on weekdays has also been lowered by one level! Get out! The last three words were said loudest, as if even looking at her more was an eyesore.

Bu leisurely bowed and exited, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

It's over.

Originally, the food was not good, there were two meals on weekdays, each meal was steamed buns and Chinese cabbage, and occasionally there was leftover meat from the masters to share.

If you downgrade again, what kind of food can you eat? Cabbage gang? Cabbage root?

The more you think about it, the more you feel aggrieved, and you scold to death in your heart those who have crossed over, which one is not to show your skills in ancient times, tell a story and make a poem, and then it will be a blockbuster, and since then the bright future is infinite.

That night, Bu lay leisurely on the bed, hungry and cold, no one asked her to eat, until very late, only a little girl who was also waiting for Mrs. Song soon after entering the house knocked on the door and came in, saying that because she was the lowest maid, so the last rest was hers.

Bu leisurely looked at the dishes in the bowl that were almost impossible to pick, what was that? Is it shredded green onion or shredded cabbage? I took a bite and didn't eat it!

From the vegetable soup, he took out another piece of meat that looked like a piece of meat, and Bu Youran was overjoyed, and hurriedly took a bite of the steamed bun and wanted to eat it...... Behold! nnd！ It's ginger nuggets!

This gives her a spicy one!

This is not the worst of all, the most unbearable thing for her is to do the rough work on a hungry stomach.

Wipe the table, wipe the chair, wipe the vase, wipe the floor, in addition to this, I have to do laundry, occasionally take on the role of a male worker, move the wood and stone that get in the way, the little sister of the Song family is interested, and she has to paint, let her be a model, and then paint her as an ugly monster for her and Li Wanjin to laugh at; Occasionally practice martial arts and be a personal meat target......

My heart is beating and I am trying my best! Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

No, no.

Step leisurely must think of ideas, and softened -