The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

Chapter 25 The Plastic Sisters

In the sky, the bright red sunset glowed like a flame.

Coming out of the deserted, cold place of Qianqing Pavilion, Roland was flying on the gravel road like a free bird.

Straight to where she started, where she is about to end her old identity and start a new life.

It's not dark yet, the sun's afterglow has not dissipated, and the sky is still bright red!

But Tutu stood at the door of the small courtyard, holding a bright lantern in her hand, as if she was a wife waiting for her husband to return.

Warmth suddenly shone into my rotten heart like the light from a lantern, overflowing to the brim.

Just like the light coming from the lantern to greet her, Roland waved his hand from afar and shouted: "Tutu, I'm back!"

She was so excited that she jumped up in front of Tutu.

However, when he saw Tutu's red and swollen pig face, Roland choked up his smile, "Who did it?"

The finger marks on Tutu's face were criss-crossed like knife wounds. They didn't look like they were made by a slap. They were at least three and less than ten.

The entire side of his face was covered in bruises. Nian really dared to carry out such a vicious attack!

Tutu first greeted the blessing, and then whispered: "It's the year of Fujin."

"You bastard, I'll kill her!" Lan Lan said viciously, letting out the anger in his heart that wanted to pull out Nian's muscles and bones, crush her bones and turn them into ashes.

"Gege, I have brought everything you said." Tutu asked again, "Will they come?"

"Yes, and..." Nian is so cruel and ruthless, she will be extremely anxious if her control falls into the hands of others.

While pausing to think, Lanlan thought of a situation that was very likely to happen, and his heart trembled.

"And what?" Bunny asked.

"Kill us." Roland said firmly.

Tutu was startled, "What should we do?"

"Be the first to strike first, never sit back and wait for death!" Roanlan is not a persimmon that can be easily squeezed to bursting!

Tutu guessed in shock: "Gege, are you going to kill them?"

"No, I just want to know the truth of the matter. As for the rest, a gentleman's revenge is never too late." Lanlan shook her head, everything was under her control.

So calm, Tutu really made the right choice!
"By the way, Fourth Master has promised me that I can leave Baylor Mansion. Have you really decided to leave with me?" Lanlan asked Tutu for his opinion again.

Tutu was surprised. How could she be able to make such a request to Fourth Master?Moreover, Fourth Master also agreed?
This is not in line with the norm. Is Fourth Master going to pamper her to the heavens?
Tutu suppressed her doubts and expressed her daring loyalty, "My slave has long said that I will follow Gege to the death, no matter when, where or who Gege faces?"

"All the slaves will advance and retreat together with Gege, sharing the same hatred against the enemy..."

Gege, slave, why do you sound weird when you listen to Luanlan?
They will be able to get rid of this status soon.

"Stop it, we will have new identities after we leave the house tonight. From now on, you can call me Luanlan. Don't call me my slave anymore, and don't call me Gege. We get along as sisters and friends."

Sisters and friends, and the master as sisters and friends, the sun rises from the west?

On second thought:
It seems that the master has succeeded in getting the fourth master. Since he has chosen her, he will accompany her without hesitation. Whether it is master, servant, or sister, it is just a title, Tutu thought to himself.

So he said: "Okay."

Lulan looked at his sister's swollen face distressedly, feeling guilty and uncomfortable in his heart. "Let's go and see if there is anything that can reduce swelling and remove bruises in the pile of bottles and jars that the dog man rewarded." In front of the dressing table.

Tutu had noticed the faint red marks on Lanlan's face a long time ago. As soon as he found the ointment, he pressed down the chair and said, "Ge... Lanlan, let me apply it for you first."

"No, you are more serious." Lanlan stood up and forced Tutu down with an irresistible tone and force, "I'll help you."

Tutu felt like her butt was sitting on pins and needles, feeling a little frightened. After all, this was the first time she had been served by someone, and she was still in disgrace.

Although they were called sisters, Tutu was all twisted and uncomfortable.

After serving someone as a slave for more than ten years, how could the things in my bones cease to exist overnight just because of a title?
They are always separated by an invisible dividing line that is always deeply engraved in Tutu's heart.

The bitter and cold ointment spread on Tutu's face bit by bit, and the cold feeling rushed from her face to the bottom of her heart, which was chilling to her heart.

From time to time, he would blow the rotten bits on her face, as if treating a precious treasure.

Tutu, on the other hand, remained silent, despite the terrible pain. Perseverance was a good habit engraved in her bones over the years.

"Does it hurt?" Lanlan asked distressedly.

"It doesn't hurt." Tutu said with a sullen face.

For this sister who was picked up for free, Tutu has clearly understood her temperament, that is, she is strong!

For a strong person, pretending to be pitiful will not win her sympathy, but being strong will win her respect!

Sure enough, I saw another burst of distress in his rotten eyes, his eyes were red, and tears were about to well up.

"I'm sorry, Tutu, it was me who hurt you."

Tutu became more and more stoic, and she felt more and more guilty in her heart. Guilt was all guilt!

Hearing these words, Tutu strengthened his suspicion that Rotten's weakness was probably pity.

She comforted: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Why doesn't it hurt anymore? My face is swollen to the point of being almost disfigured." Lanlan looked at this innocent face in pain, wishing he could slap a whole jar of plaster on her!

The rotten words are chattering, the tears are like raindrops falling from the eaves on a rainy day, and the sadness is like a mother caring for her child.

Tutu smiled smugly in his heart. It seemed that these slaps were not in vain. They gave him a few tears of sympathy and a long-lasting friendship.

Originally, Nian just slapped her three times. On the way back, she closed her eyes, her heart skipped a beat, took out her palm, and slapped her cheeks that were already swollen three times, hard and hard.

The last sound, "ba", was as if her face had cracked, and she was so frightened that she ran to the pond to have a look.

It was a false alarm, but he was just worried that he would hit his face too hard and beat him to death.

However, if you don’t enter the tiger’s den, you won’t catch the tiger’s cubs. If you don’t let go of your children, you won’t be able to trap the wolf. The trick is to confuse the fake with the real!
Seeing Lanlan's sad expression, Tutu knew that the friendship was stable and deceived him.

"Hey, this is the deep love between master and servant!" A sharp voice came from the door.

It's Nianshi, and Caicai, who is holding two jars of wine that she hasn't seen for a long time, is as well-dressed as Nianshi. It seems that her little life at Xifujin's is going well!

While observing, Lanlan reached out and hid a sharp gold hairpin.

Unexpectedly, before twelve o'clock came, she couldn't bear the loneliness and was so anxious that she ran around like a dog and ran here to let loose.

It's just the right time to let her try out her taekwondo skills in her previous life. Has her martial arts shrunk?
(End of this chapter)