When Lin Qingqing, Xiaomei and Jiang Haixia were sitting in the living room chatting, Uncle Song and his family came home.
Wu Yu ignored Uncle Song and Song Min, who had gloomy faces, and did not even enter the house. Instead, she carried the child to her mother's house a few buildings away.
"I won't come to sleep at night."
She said this and walked away with a frown on her face.
Song Min looked at Uncle Song who looked sad and lowered his head guiltily.
As soon as Wu Yu arrived at her mother's house, she immediately became happy and smiled without any frown on her face.
Wu Qi saw Wu Yu suddenly coming over and asked in confusion, "Isn't the area outside blocked off right now? Why did you come from the countryside? Are you angry with the Song family?"
Wu Yu shook his head, glanced at his relatives in the living room with a smile, and said excitedly:
"Cousin, you're here too. I have something important to tell you."
As the night deepens, the stars appear even brighter.
Li Yingying's mood was very different from when she came. At least she was confident that she could save her life.
Li Zhong's mood was also very different from when he came. He glanced at Li Yingying with the corner of his eye, and was very curious about what she had said that made the young master's attitude seem like a completely different person.
I couldn't help but ask:
"Li Yingying, what did you say to the young master? How could he call you a noble person?"
"I just expressed my loyalty to the young master."
Seeing that she was fooling him, Li Zhong curled his lips and stopped talking.
Mr. and Mrs. Li Liu were in a gloomy mood. Did they really want Yingying to sacrifice her life for the lives of this family?
Just as Mr. and Mrs. Li Liu were waiting anxiously, the door was pushed open.
They hurried to the door and saw that it was Li Yingying who came.
"Dad, Mom, I'm fine. My brother will be here soon."
There was disbelief on the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Li. They had already accepted their fate when faced with such a situation. It was their fault for offending someone they shouldn't have offended.
"Mom, I'm hungry. Please heat up the rice."
There was no food at home these two days, and Mr. Li and Mr. Li were not in the mood to eat. After a day, they felt relieved and no longer felt hungry.
Li Qi immediately heated up the rice.
"Dad, we're moving out of this house tomorrow."
"Yingying, what do you mean by moving out of this house?" Father Li showed a puzzled expression.
"No, you'll know everything tomorrow."
"Snap"
The door was wide open, but it wasn't kicked open.
Li Zhong brought three or four people, carrying Li Dajun on a flatbed, and walked in slowly.
Upon seeing this, Li's father, Li Ji, hurried to the table and looked around to check Li Dajun's injuries.
Li Yingying stood at the door and looked at her cheap brother. There was a large area of blood on his buttocks that was connected to his clothes. It seemed that he had been beaten with a stick.
Several people put Li Dajun on the bed and left in a hurry. After tossing and turning all night, they still wanted to get a good night's sleep.
Li Yingying went forward to take a look, and sure enough, the injury was so serious that he had a fever!
Li Yingying went into the kitchen and picked up a ceramic bowl.
[Beep! An ordinary Song Dynasty pottery bowl. Valued at five taels of silver. Available for sale and exchange.]
Li Yingying exchanged some antipyretic drugs, disinfectant alcohol, iodine, cotton swabs and anti-inflammatory ointment.
She removed all the packaging to avoid arousing Li Li's father's suspicion.
In the main room, Li Yiyi was crying, and Li's father was taking off his clothes. There was a bottle of medicine powder next to him.
"Dad, Mom, here are the medicines I put away earlier. They are very suitable for skin and flesh wounds."
Li Yingying had only seen beatings with a stick on TV before, but now seeing the real wounds, she felt horrified.
His skin and flesh were beaten to pieces and stuck to his clothes, with the blood-red flesh turned inside out. No wonder Li Dajun was breathing in less than out.
Father Li held a candle, and Li Yingying quickly disinfected the wound, applying iodine and ointment.
I poured him some water and gave him some antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine.
After all the busy work, Li Yingying was exhausted.
Seeing that Li Yingying had finished her work, Li Qi said distressedly, "Yingying, come and eat. I boiled an egg for you."
Li Yingying looked at the whole grains on the table. Fortunately, she also ate whole grains to lose weight in modern times, so it wouldn't be difficult for her to adapt.
After eating, Li Yingying quickly lay down to have a good rest.
The next day, Li Yingying woke up slowly after the sun rose to five o'clock.
However, he did not wake up on his own, but the servants who had been busy all morning and had some free time crowded in his yard to watch the fun.
The chirping noises woke me up no matter how sleepy I was.
"Mother Dajun, is your Dajun really here?"
"You are the first ones who have offended the young master and have not been punished."
"We were all worried sick about you."
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Li Yingying listened to her tone, but didn't feel that she was worried at all.
"Li Liu, I heard that the young master has taken a fancy to your Yingying. That's great! Why wouldn't you be willing to fly up to the tree and become a phoenix?"
Aunt Zhang, the gossipy neighbor next door, saw that Mr. Li was honest and made up every word she said.
Li Yingying is not that kind of person, she couldn't help it.
I got up and went out, stood at the door, and looked at the expressions on everyone's faces as if they were watching a show.
"Aunt Zhang, your Xiaoli is fourteen years old now. Do you want me to talk to the young master and send her to serve him?"
Li Yingying's words were merciless, and Aunt Zhang couldn't utter a word for a while.
"You guys have finished your work early in the morning, and you come here to grumble."
Everyone thought that Li Yingying was upset and left in disappointment.
It's no wonder, Yuan Yu is a gentle person who usually speaks softly and would never say such words.
However, Li Yingying, who grew up with both parents, relied on her own efforts and worked part-time to earn a master's degree.
She knew best that it was not worth letting other people's words affect her mood.
But Li's father Li Qi looked very unhappy. They were slaves for generations, and their thoughts were stuck there.
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