Chapter 454: Prostitute rebirth 6

When Beiping Hou came back, he only thought that Bei Yu was unreasonable and brainless. He did not change his mind. Instead of giving her the lead, she reprimanded her and made a fine.
After all, the poem he had seen before, naturally believes in the northern brocade.
When talking about the reasons why Bei Nianjin borrowed the poems he had created before, Bei Yuxi felt a bit ridiculous.
When Nian Nianjin was misappropriating, he told himself.
These poems and songs, the vicious woman of Bei Yuying, are not worthy. She wants to use the poems of the North Rain to make her ruined. If you retaliate in this way, you will have more pleasure.
The name is for revenge, but in fact it is to plagiarize the original poetry, and also find a reason for his own grandiose.
With the original Lord's things, stinking the reputation of the original master, the name of her talented woman.
Her abacus is playing very well!
From this point of view, Bei Yuying had to admire her shamelessness. The original experience of her past life made Bei Yuxin feel sympathy, but after reading all the information, that sympathy disappeared.
She is not ignoring the unknown ability, and is unscrupulously framed. Now that she is here, she will see if she can still be proud of it.
"Miss, Miss." The voice of the little ink painting came again from the window.
The Northern Rain gave her the empty plate and brought in the cloak.
"Miss, you don't have to be afraid, slaves will be here with you." Xiaomo painted his hand on the edge of the window, trying to lift his toes and said to the north rain in the house.
Bei Yuyu looked at the petite, pink and tender little sister, and smiled and said: "No need. Go back to sleep. When others see it, the father should punish me."
The little girl thought about it, and looked at her with a worried look. "That, the slave is gone."
"Well, go back to rest."
The northern rain was wrapped in a windbreaker. On this cold night, I spent the first night of the world in this cold ancestral hall.
In the early morning of the next day, after hearing the footsteps coming from outside, the North Rain slammed the horse and woke up, stuffing the cloak on the table below, and licking his face, and the man was on the cold ground.
As soon as several servants opened the door to the temple, they were panicked at the Missy who had fallen to the ground.
"Hurry to send Missy back to the yard, and go to the doctor." Lin Biao rushed behind him and said.
Bei Yu Yan closed her eyes and let the people below carry her into her own boudoir.
The little ink painting looked at the master of the bed, his eyes were reddish, and his voice said, "Miss, you must not have anything. It’s not good to blame slaves, slaves should be kept outside."
The north rain slammed into the hand and pinched her little hand. The little girl blinked and screamed.
"what!"
What I want to say later, when I saw the gesture of the North Rain, I stopped short of it.
The north rain squatted at the naughty eyes, and the little girl immediately understood.
The lotus came over and asked: "What did you call here? The lady is still sick and needs to be quiet. You still don't wait here, go to the kitchen to see if the medicine is good?"
Ink painting nodded, "Oh."
He Xiang looked at the bed and was still sleeping in the north, and turned and left.
"Mrs." The fragrant incense that had just come to the outside saw the coming, and respectfully bowed.
The North Mother hurried into the house and slammed into the bed of the North Rain. "My poor daughter."