Among all the servants, only Nanny Qu and Granny Zhang who were curled up on the ground were the weakest at the moment. Everyone's goals were aligned with the two of them, and they rushed towards Nanny Qu and Granny Zhang like a swarm of swarms, all wanting to kill them at the first opportunity.
If two weak people choose to be your opponents, the result will definitely be victory but not defeat.
"Ouch, my hand!" Aunt Qu's miserable cry of pain rang out. There was a foot on the bloody hand that Feng Qingzhuang had shot through.
"I choose Grandma Qu to be my opponent, don't compete with me." The maid with a bun in a bun pounced on Grandma Qu and started punching and kicking her.
"I choose Granny Zhang. I will never end up with anyone who competes with me."
"I chose Granny Zhang as my opponent first. Why should I let you get out of my way?" A maid in a light yellow shirt arched her buttocks and squeezed another maid in a pink shirt behind her out of the crowd.
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For a moment, the cold Wutong courtyard became lively. You were pushing and pushing, and no one was allowed to fight for a moment. The war between Aunt Qu and Granny Zhang finally turned into those people fighting each other. The entire courtyard was in chaos, with howls, curses, and kicks.
It goes on and on, everyone is trying their best, you grab my hair, you pull your clothes, and you give each other a claw on the face.
In a moment, scratches appeared on the pretty and flowery faces, and the neatly combed hair was as messy as a chicken coop.
"Third sister, fourth sister, didn't you two hear what I just said? Why are you still standing still?" Seeing Feng Simei and Feng Siyu standing still in neat clothes, Feng Qingzhuang frowned in displeasure.
The ground frowned and he said coldly
"Feng Qingzhuang, those slaves have no brains to be intimidated by you, but I will not be intimidated by you." Feng Simei held her head high, although there was fear in her eyes, her mouth was very hard.
"Third Sister is right. Even if you are a direct descendant, you are still the unpopular second lady of the Prime Minister's Palace. Why should I listen to you?" Feng Siyu and Feng Simei retorted in unison.
"Cui'er, beat me, beat me hard, I'll bear the beating to death or even to disability." Feng Qingzhuang raised a cold smile on her lips and turned towards Cui, who was already standing behind her with a stick.
Er commanded coldly
"Miss, this... Cui'er doesn't dare." There was a trace of struggle in Cui'er's eyes, and she was timid for a moment. Although she also wanted to beat them severely and avenge the past, the two of them were the young ladies of the prime minister's house after all, and the third young lady
The second lady Niang was still in charge of the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Cui'er really didn't dare to take action for a moment.
On the opposite side, seeing Cui'er's hesitation, Feng Simei and Feng Siyu showed a look of pride and secretly said, "You bitch, you know what's going on!"
"Have you forgotten how they usually treat us? If you can't do this, then don't follow me anymore. I won't leave any useless people around me." Feng Qingzhuang's cold voice sounded, educating Cui Er with rare patience.
"Miss, Tweetie will always stay with you and never leave miss." Tweetie expressed her determination and the struggle in her eyes was no longer visible. She held the stick in her hand and swung it towards Feng Simei and Feng Siyu. Thinking of her usual
The two men acted arrogantly and showed no mercy at all.
"Bitch girl, how dare you!... Ouch! My legs!" Feng Simei was about to curse angrily when she received a stick on her legs, which made her face turn pale with pain.
She was about to rush forward to hit Cui'er, but another stick was delivered to her eyes. Feng Simei couldn't dodge it. She turned her eyes, and in a hurry, she pulled Feng Siyu to her side. Cui'er swung the stick and hit Feng Siyu.