The two of them were tugging and tugging, and Xiao Wen, as the elder brother, could only give way to his younger brothers. Qian Zun looked at Xiao Ting with an angry look on his face, his eyes full of indifference.
Little minds, in fact, their thoughts are not simple.
"Ugh... Master, don't be like this..." A woman's voice interrupted this small dispute. Xiao Wen and others all looked forward and saw a man and a woman sitting in the pavilion.
The woman sat on the man's lap without restraint, while the other woman knelt down, crying and begging.
The other maids looked at the woman kneeling on the ground with contempt.
That woman is none other than the Third Lady, the Mother of Thousands of Lords.[
The joy just now disappeared from Qian Zun's small face, and he threw off Xiao Wen's sleeves and ran towards the pavilion quickly.
Xiao Wen and others also ran over. There were various pastries and fruits on the stone table in the pavilion, and the man in rich clothes was the leader of the church, Leng Jue.
The woman is Xiao Wen's mother, Madam.
The eldest lady is dressed in white, the robe is light, revealing her pure white breasts, and the catkins are wrapped around Leng Jue's arms. Her face is like a peach blossom. Although she is a 25-year-old woman, she is more beautiful than the 22-year-old third lady.
Excellent and charming.
This is very natural. After all, she was the first one to win Leng Jue's heart. Her position as eldest lady was stable and her other skills were top-notch, so she always won Leng Jue's favor.
"Madam, please spare me! Leader... please don't drive Ling'er away! Ling'er... Ling'er won't make any mistakes again!" The third lady kept kowtowing to the eldest lady, making a dull sound.
It seems that the third lady must have offended the eldest lady and was therefore disliked by the leader.
Leng Jue looked at the poor third lady coldly, with a trace of sarcastic ridicule on her lips.
"With your behavior, you also want to sit in the position of the eldest lady?"
coldly coldly
He said, laughing cruelly.
"Mother! Mother!" When Qian Zun saw the third lady knocking her forehead until it was swollen, Qian Zun rushed forward to pull her up with heartache.
However, the third lady pushed him away with one hand. Qianzun was unprepared for a moment and immediately stepped back. However, there was a puddle of tea on the ground. The sole of his foot slipped and his head hit the stone chair. There was a muffled sound, which scared Xiao Wen and rushed forward.