"The wastelands outside don't belong to Auntie, right?" Dugu Yan expressed his doubts.
I don't know if Hu Liena's mouth has been opened, but when he opens it, he hits hard. "Ah? What wasteland? I thought it was grassland! So, those fields covered with weeds were not fertile fields before, right?"
Tang Yuehua: "Pfft!" Why use a knife to kill people?
Tang Yuehua finally said a lot of "nonsense", such as "I am a noble, working in the fields can only be done by common people." "I am lazy, I am trying to preserve the face of a noble lady!" "You Spirit Hall are still too poor, you have to do everything by yourself, like us Clear Sky Sect, we just need to practice beautifully..."
The noble one on the left, the decent one on the right,
Coupled with Tang Yuehua's serious expression and solemn tone, everyone was amused, and the air was filled with cheerful laughter.
Seeing a few brats still laughing at him, Tang Yuehua simply overdid it, choosing not to compete with fools and thinking about his glorious days as a noble in front of the wall.
"It smells so good!" Hu Liena's fox nose sniffed out of habit.
Qian Xunqian came out of the kitchen, all dirty, but it was not like Tang Yuehua had fried the pot, but had tidied up the entire large kitchen.
In her left hand, she held a large plate of translucent braised pork, with the bright red sauce shining brightly under the reflection of the light. In her right hand, she held a large plate of refreshing cucumber and scrambled eggs, exuding circles of white air.
The plate is huge, at least half the size of a person's body.
Qian Xunqian put the two plates of vegetables on the big table, turned around and returned to the kitchen, bringing out a large pot of seaweed and egg drop soup and a large plate of freshly steamed steamed buns.
"Eat, if you are still hungry after eating, there are snacks." Qian Xunqian said enthusiastically, reaching out and grabbing a big steamed bun, breaking it open with his hands, putting a few pieces of braised pork in it, and then holding the steamed bun with his hands and putting it into his mouth to eat.
Smelling the aroma, the busy five little ones all sat down to enjoy their lunch. Tang Yuehua in the bedroom also smelled the aroma and had saliva gushing from his mouth, but he still stubbornly buried his head in the quilt.
I thought to myself: Even if I, Tang Yuehua, suffocate to death, jump off the stairs and starve to death, I will not take a bite of your food!
"Teacher, do you want to leave some for the old aunt?" Dugu Yan said.
"Why do you put your warm face on her cold ass? We have already come to be her servants and help her clean the house. We also have to help her cook. How can such a good thing happen? Eat! Eat hard! Don't leave any for her!"
Qian Xunqian deliberately spoke loudly just to be heard by Tang Yuehua in the room.
Tang Yuehua nestled under the quilt, Hands covered his ears, trying to isolate himself from the vulgar words of the hateful Qian Xunqian.
"Old aunt, let's go! You have to live a good life without us! Don't be as lazy as before!" Qian Renxue shouted to the inside before walking out.
With the soft sound of the door closing, the room became completely quiet. Tang Yuehua listened carefully to the movement outside the door. It was not until he confirmed that the Qian Xunqian people were really gone that he lifted the quilt and came to the living room.
There were two steamed buns left for her on the dining table. They were already cold now, and there was a note on the buns.
Tang Yuehua picked it up and looked at it. It was written by Qian Xunqian to her:
"People have to adapt to the environment, right? The surrounding villagers are all enthusiastic. If you don't understand anything, you can learn from them. If you need help, you can ask them. Put aside your noble status and pride. Clear Sky Sect has given up on you., you are just an ordinary civilian Tang Yuehua now, live a good life, and come to the Pope's Palace to find me when you have figured it out. Although we are enemies, I can still help you because of our friendship over so many years."
Tang Yuehua's eyes were moist, she shed a few tears, and silently tore up the note.
"I don't want your sympathy. I could have been the master of the Moonlight Pavilion all my life. I would have enjoyed endless glory and wealth, and had countless supporters of nobles and royal families. I should have been the brightest star in everyone's eyes. Star! It's all because of you! Because of you! That's why I ended up like this! Qian Xunqian, you are the one I hate the most in my life! Even if I am a ghost, I will never let you go! Just wait! You will be punished!"
Tang Yuehua's eyes were frighteningly red. She raised her bony arm, and the bones could be vaguely seen with her fingers. She grabbed a steamed bun like a revenge and pinched the bun hard in the palm of her hand.
It was as if this steamed bun was the person she hated the most. Unfortunately, she hadn't eaten for a long time and had very little strength. She could only flatten the steamed bun a little.
She used her last bit of strength to throw the bun in her hand to the ground and shouted, "Get out!"
Looking at the harp in the corner, Tang Yuehua was startled, then staggered over and wiped her precious harp like a mother caressing her child.
She closed her eyes and started playing to herself. After finishing the song, she used all her strength to pick up her harp.
The harp, which originally required at least two people to lift, turned out to be so light. Tang Yuehua picked it up in one fell swoop.
She limped and staggered back to the bedroom, lay down on the cold bed, closed her eyes, and tried to fight off her hunger with sleep, Hands clutching the harp tightly.
In this way, Tang Yuehua fell into a drowsy sleep, dreaming that she was in the Moonlight Pavilion, the place where she dreamed of, where she could command the noble children, and countless gentlemen and celebrities kissed her jade hands gracefully and invited her to dance.
Her posture, her education, and her dancing were praised by everyone.
She played the piano, and countless dignitaries, royal relatives and nobles were excited for her. Their eyes were filled with Wen Rou elegance. This is what a nobleman is!
The leader of a country, Xue Ye, even fell under her pomegranate skirt and promised her the position of queen. He was willing to use the country as a betrothal and the queen as a matchmaker, and he wanted to make a loving pair of mandarin ducks with her.
The harp was very heavy, pressing on her body, making it impossible for her to breathe. The feeling of hunger spread throughout her body. She found that she could no longer control her body, and her soul slowly became lighter, floating upward like a bird.
She is dead.
The door of the big house is closed. From the outside, this house is extremely exquisite and gorgeous. Strangers who have seen it will always unconsciously imagine how exquisite and hard-working the owner of the house is to take care of the house so beautifully.
Tang Yuehua was found dead on the third day. The nearby farmers noticed something was wrong and found that Tang Yuehua had not left the house for several days. According to the past, she should have gone out to take care of the garden.
Ignoring Tang Yuehua's previous warning not to enter the house, the door was unlocked. The three villagers opened the door, and the smell of corpses hit their faces.
In the living room, the harp fell heavily and fell on Tang Yuehua's body. There were already three or four maggots on her face. The villagers quickly lifted the harp and pulled out Tang Yuehua's body.
What a pity, Tang Yuehua's last funeral was all paid for by the farmers she once despised so much.