Mrs. Pingshun Bofu smiled faintly and said, "It doesn't matter, let's go over there with my wife and take a look."
Mrs. Jiang Yao felt a little displeased in her heart, but she did not dare to go against Mrs. Pingshun's wishes.
But in my heart, I felt a little more contempt for this lady: Mrs. Hou is not a gossip.
If those ladies from well-to-do families, who know the general situation, heard that such an incident happened in other people's homes, they would have smiled and left long ago. How could they still follow the host's family to watch the fun?
I heard that the ancestor of Pingshun was a pig butcher. He made a fortune more than ten years ago with the help of an elixir, and he was given the title of earl by the emperor after being flattered along the way.
This kind of nouveau riche family is naturally not comparable to the established aristocratic families in the capital.
His background and temperament are naturally thousands of miles apart.
It's just that a woman of no rank like Jiang Yao had to grovel and be humble when meeting Mrs. Third Grade Bo.
Mrs. Pingshun wanted to see the Jiang family lively, but Jiang Yao didn't dare to disobey, so she could only keep a smile on her face and walked out together with Mrs. Pingshun.
When I got to the garden and took a look, I couldn't help but be surprised.
I saw seven or eight rough old ladies rolling on the ground with their faces covered, their hands and heads covered with blood, which frightened the two ladies.
"Ah." Liu Shuyi, the second lady of Pingshun House, screamed and hurriedly covered her mouth with a handkerchief.
Although Jiang Nianxin was also very frightened, she behaved a little better than Liu Shuyi.
Although her face turned pale, she suppressed her voice and never screamed out like a shrew like Miss Liu.
Angrily, Mrs. Jiang Yao walked down the steps, pointed at Jiang Nai, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard, and shouted with trembling fingers, "Rebellion, I think you have rebelled!"
"Sure enough, she is a wild girl from the countryside who has never been educated. She actually dared to hit the second aunt's garden today. If you tell me...oh." Before Jiang Yao could finish his sentence, he was hit by a stone.
Middle head.
There was a crisp "boom" sound.
Jiang Yao felt something sticky and wet slipping down on his forehead.
She touched her forehead subconsciously, looked down and saw that her hands were bright red, her heart was beating so hard that she leaned back.
"Mother." Jiang Nianxin called out eagerly.
Aunt Su Chang quickly rushed over with two girls to catch her as she fell backwards. She put one hand on her heart and patted her heart continuously, shouting, "Madam, Madam, quickly bring the chrysanthemum oil and let Madam smell it."
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"Blood, blood!" Jiang Yao's eyes turned black and dizzy. He didn't dare to lower his head to look at the bright red liquid on his hands. His whole body was trembling.
Jiang Nai jumped up and sat down cross-legged on the stone table, staring at them dimly.
She didn't speak, and there was a dead silence in the garden. Even if a pin dropped on the ground, you could hear it clearly.
After a long time, so long that everyone felt as if a sword was hanging above their heads and it never fell, Jiang Nai finally spoke.
"come over."
Chunya Qiuye, whose clothes and hair were messed up by the old ladies, quickly helped up Minghong, Aunt Fang, Hu and others, and walked quickly towards Jiang Nai.
Jiang Yaoshi stretched out his fingers tremblingly and pointed in Jiang Nai's direction, his lips turning white and quivering slightly.
"Shut up, now... I don't want to hear a word you say now!"
Jiang Nai's cold eyes fell on Jiang Yao, and she shook the red whip on her fingertips.