The sun is shining brightly in the sky, and the white clouds are lingering, but in the Wutong Courtyard, there are gusty winds and screams.
After a while, Granny Qu's old face suddenly swelled up, and a few wisps of bright red oozed from the corners of her mouth. She was slapped so hard that she couldn't even "hum".
After teaching Aunt Qu a lesson, Cui'er walked over to Mrs. Zhang who was standing next to Feng Siyu and was wearing a blue floral shirt. She raised her foot and kicked her hard. Mrs. Zhang was immediately kicked to the ground and hugged by the quilt.
He just screamed "Ouch... Ouch..." at the painful place, begging for mercy again and again.
"Miss Cui'er, please spare your life, old lady, I will never dare to do it again."
At this time, Cui'er was surrounded by a sinister aura, and she was enjoying the pleasure of revenge. She couldn't hear Mrs. Zhang's begging for mercy, and she kicked her hard several times. Mrs. Zhang curled up on the ground, twitching in pain, and her eyes were old.
deep fear emerges
After all, Cui'er was young and had no foundation in kung fu. After giving Mrs. Zhang a lesson, she was sweating profusely and panting from exhaustion.
"Miss, Tweety has no strength left." Tweety was still upset and said angrily, secretly hating why she was so unsatisfied. She was so angry that she used up even half of her strength.
The servants who were kneeling on the ground with their heads lowered heard Cui'er's words and thought that today's punishment could be avoided. They breathed a sigh of relief and were secretly glad.
Glancing lightly at the group of servants kneeling on the ground, Feng Qingzhuang raised a mocking smile on her lips, pursed her red lips lightly, and spoke indifferent words.
"If you don't have the strength, don't worry. If you can hold a stick, just see the stick in the corner. Pick it up and teach me a lesson for these thieves."
"Yes, Miss." Cui'er quickly walked towards the corner, holding the thick-wristed stick in her hand, with a sinister smile on her face, and slowly walked towards the kneeling servant step by step.
The servants who had just breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just seen the bright sunshine above their heads, were instantly knocked back to their original shape and fell into the bottomless abyss. Their bodies were shaking like chaff in the howling autumn wind. They were all frightened and uneasy, with their eyes showing
Extreme fear
"Second Miss, please...spare us!" They kowtowed together and begged for mercy. It would be better to lose their dignity than to be greeted by a stick with a thick wrist. If the stick comes down, half of your life will be lost.
"It's okay if you want me to spare you. Now, I will give you gang of slaves a chance to change your ways. Each of you will choose one person to be your opponent. Whoever loses can walk out of Wutong Courtyard today. In the past, you
I can write off all the insults and beatings she committed against me, and I promise that I will never cause trouble to her from now on."
Feng Qingzhuang narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the various faces of the group of unruly slaves with indifference. Her voice, as cold as thin ice, slowly rang out in the Wutong courtyard, not angry but powerful.
"Feng Qingzhuang, who are you? My mother is in charge of this entire Prime Minister's Mansion, why should I listen to you?" Feng Simei's almond-shaped eyes glared, and she clenched her fists tightly with hatred and unwillingness.
I wish I could rush over and tear Feng Qingzhuang off.
"Why? Just because this is Wutong Courtyard and I have the final say on my territory." The words are sonorous and cannot be refuted.
"Why, you haven't done anything yet?" His sharp cold eyes glanced at the group of unruly slaves, and then said: "Cui'er, go teach them."
After hearing this, the gang of slaves no longer dared to expect Feng Simei to stand up for them, and directly stood up to choose opponents weaker than themselves, with only one belief in their hearts
As long as you lose and lose to the other party, you can leave Wutong Courtyard