My name is Xiao Shu, I'm fourteen years old, and I'm a maid, but I don't think anyone will take a fancy to me. After all, I don't know how to dress up all year round, so I don't look good.

I can do any kind of work, as long as it can keep my family alive. When people ask me my name, they are often surprised and admired because I have a last name.

If you have a surname, you have a surname, but most people in the world don't have a surname.

Anyone with a surname is a noble person.

Well, but they seem to have forgotten that there is also a kind of poor family, called a poor family.

Although I have a surname and my ancestors were rich in the past, that was all done a long time ago and has not greatly improved our living conditions.

Xiao? The ancestors with the surname Xiao are indeed very noble. Boyi was in charge of fire during the Xia Yu period. He led the people to burn thorns to make animals escape, open up farmland, dredge rivers, and benefit people. For his achievements, Sundu was rewarded, among which

A man named Meng Kui was enfeoffed to the Xiao region, established the Xiao country, and took the country as his surname, and his descendants were all named Xiao.

In the early Zhou Dynasty, the descendants of Wei Ziqi, a Shang court official, were also sealed in Xiaodi.

But just because the ancestors were great doesn't mean that the descendants will be great too. It's true that there are people with surnames, but there are also people who enjoy the food and drinks, and there are people who crawl in the mud. Although I haven't read a few books, I know a lot of truths.

Two days ago, the family couldn't open the pot again. I had no choice but to sell Huang Wa. I didn't want to sell it, and ten thousand people didn't. But if Huang Wa wasn't sold, there would be no money. Without money, Dad would starve to death.

As for me, I'm still young and it's not a big problem if I'm hungry.

After selling it for several days in the south of the city, it didn't open. Those people who saw Huang Wa couldn't say anything bad about it, saying that there was something wrong with it, that it was thin and sick.

Bah, you are the only ones who are sick. Huang Wa eats very little when he is at home and works very hard to carry things. He is much more useful than rotten people like you.

Forget it if you don’t buy it, there will always be someone who knows the goods for a good horse.

Then another three days passed.

As a result, Bole hasn't come out yet.

I was a little anxious. The little rations left at home were about to be used up. After finishing the porridge, my father threw the bowl again.

He scolded me for being useless and not a man, otherwise I wouldn’t have to endure hunger now.

It's my fault.

Huang Wa seemed a little angry and stuck his head in through the window. Dad started scolding it, so I quickly pushed it out.

The next day, I was walking around the street with Huang Wa, and suddenly I saw a bay-red horse.

What a beautiful and strong horse. Was it bought from the Huns?

I saw a little brother beside the red horse, who kept staring at the horse.

Is there a show?

I walked over and tried it, but the owner of the red horse next to me came to choke me.

Have I eaten your rice?

But I can’t refute what he said... How can there be such humiliation...

I changed places, felt much better, and continued to yell... Why did the big brother opposite keep staring at me... I didn't seem to occupy his territory...

Then, the white jade rouge horse...

A young brother in wolf's clothing...

Huang Wa’s original name was Hu Lei Bao...

The real feeling of big money being thrown in the face...

The pot can be opened again at home...

father……

"We're here, don't be in a daze."

Cheng Zhiyuan patted Xiao Shu on the shoulder. The little girl was only as tall as Cheng Zhiyuan's shoulder. At this moment, she suddenly came back to her senses, blinked, and then remembered what she had to do next.

The door was pushed open by Cheng Zhiyuan. This time, even Xiao Shu saw the abyss-like darkness behind the door, but the passers-by around him didn't seem to see it at all. Some saw Xiao Shu bringing a young man with a sword, and even

He joked in a low voice that Xiao Shu had been suffering for so long and finally found a man to come back.

"My appearance...is not bad."

Of course, the person who said this would never admit that he was just jealous.

"father……"

Xiao Shu was trembling a little. She had endured it for so long. If her old father died so suddenly, it would be as if the sky had fallen for her.

Moreover, all the subsequent effects are beyond the reach of Xiao Shu, who is only fourteen now.

For example, as long as a caring person spreads rumors about killing his father, evil gods in the sky, or the death of the star, most ignorant people will immediately start to comment.

Rumors flourish among the people, and their power is no less powerful than that of heaven.

Although the knife is sharp, it is not as sharp as a white tooth. Although the sword is unmatched, it is not as good as a three-inch pen.

Cheng Zhiyuan stopped her idea of ​​stepping inside, couldn't help but put some strength in her hands, and then stared inside tightly. When she turned her head, she suddenly saw Xiao Shu still looking ahead without turning at all.

It's just that her hands were holding on to the corner of Cheng Zhiyuan's clothes. She might be afraid but had to do it. That was the current situation.

"Sima also asked me to give it a try. I can deal with it for a while. Does it mean that he has some understanding of this kind of extraordinary monster?"

A top student from Jixia Academy, logically speaking, compared with others, he is now a civil science student.

"Let me go first."

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't believe that the things inside could kill him. The life of an immortal was his greatest dependence. No matter how dangerous it was, it couldn't compare to the original attempt to seize the body. But now he had refined the past god and possessed it in his body, and he had a concubine.

The second level of the human sword is the killer weapon, which is no longer what it used to be.

No matter how weird it is, can it be better than the Thunder Book of the Past?

No matter how terrifying it is, can it be compared to the Plains of the Yellow Calendar?

Who can I scare as a newbie boss?

There are still more than a dozen administrators (sages) in Handan City. You should also pay attention to the basic rules when cheating, right?

Can it drive you crazy?

Cheng Zhiyuan had a plan in his mind. Before the sacrifice of Zhao State, such an important event, didn't the saints notice the problem here?

This is Handan!

Does it mean the risk factor is not high?

Cheng Zhiyuan silently thought to himself, "Isn't it the shame of a monster?"

Then he walked into the abyss, and Xiao Shu grabbed the corner of her clothes and followed Cheng Zhiyuan into the abyss with some trembling.

The wooden door creaked shut, darkness surged, and everything here was gradually distorting. Then, as a dim light lit up, Cheng Zhiyuan raised his head, and what he saw was a beautiful woman.

Since time travel, the most beautiful person Cheng Zhiyuan has seen is Su Daji in his dream, followed by Long Su, and the remaining one is Liang Que... Then, Xiao Shu seems to have never had sex with any other women except these four.

Intersected.

But to be honest, the appearance of the one in front of me is really no less than that of Su Daji.

The intellectual beauty of a lady is a unique temperament that only literary girls can exude.

Even Xiao Shu opened her mouth and looked at her blankly. Her face turned red for a long time.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at her. Although he was shocked by the perfection of the woman in front of him, it was obvious that the things around her deserved more attention.

Those are bookshelves, holding countless bamboo slips, each exuding a strong sense of simplicity.

Cheng Zhiyuan opened his dragon eyes, looked at her, and suddenly asked tentatively:

"Yan Ruyu?"

The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, then she covered her mouth and smiled.
Chapter completed!