"Hold her down!" Song Feiyan gave an order, and two maids, Chunxi and Dong Huan, immediately came over and twisted Third Yiniang's hands behind her, forcing Third Yiniang to raise her face high.
There were tears in her eyes and her eyelashes were trembling.
Song Feiyan couldn't help but raise her hand and shoot left and right, and slapped her with more than twenty loud slaps mercilessly on San Yiniang's face. After a while, her cheeks became red and swollen. Xiang Qiao cowered and knelt aside.
, he could only watch the third aunt being beaten, but he had no choice but to do anything.
When he was tired from the beating, Song Feiyan stopped and ordered the two maids again -
"Take off her clothes for me!"
After hearing this, the third aunt was so frightened that she begged for mercy again and again, "No, no, cousin, don't do this..."
Xiang Qiao also begged, "Cousin, the third aunt is weak and can't bear the stimulation. Please spare her."
"Bah!" Song Feiyan slapped her again, causing Xiangqiao to lie on the ground, "A little maid dares to talk in front of me!"
The two maids were extremely powerful, but the third aunt was weak, and her coat was torn in just a few strokes.
"Third aunt, I heard that in addition to washing people's feet, you can also sing little songs to please others. The old lady said that today is her birthday, so you can perform and sing little songs for the old lady and
Everyone is happy."
The third aunt's outer shirt was taken off, leaving only a thin inner shirt, a chest wrap embroidered with lotus flowers, and translucent clothing. The body under the clothes was looming. When she heard Song Feiyan's words, she widened in horror.
eyes -
Asking her to sing a ditty at the old lady's birthday party, how is this allowed? Where should I put Yueming's face?
Song Feiyan folded her hands around her chest, looked at the shivering Third Aunt in front of her, and nodded with satisfaction. She stretched out her hands to hold Third Aunt's chin, narrowed her eyes slightly, leaned close to Third Aunt's ear, and said in an almost eerie and terrifying voice.
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"Go, go to the birthday banquet now and sing your little song! If you dare to play any tricks, stop singing. Your daughter Su Yueming will die very quickly, and she will die miserably. She is a despicable person.
The concubine has nothing, and I, the Prime Minister Zuo, can easily defeat her!"
When Third Yiniang heard Song Feiyan's threats, she was afraid that Su Yueming would be harmed by her, so she held hot tears in her eyes, gritted her teeth, and nodded vigorously. Her bead-like tears fell silently, and I felt pity for her look.
A satisfied smile appeared on Song Feiyan's face, and she felt a joyful victory in her heart.
The birthday banquet gradually entered its climax, and everyone was mesmerized by the carefully prepared song and dance performance.
Su Yueming looked at it, but felt bored.
After saying a few words to the old lady, she got up and left the banquet, going outside to get some fresh air.
It was dark, and the cold moon hung on the treetops, exuding a silver-grey luster. At this moment, people were drinking wine at the banquet, but it was completely silent outside. Occasionally, one or two insects and birds could be heard.
Su Yueming strolled into the peach blossom forest and looked around, but there was no one there. She simply chose a thick tree and climbed up easily.
Then, she closed her eyes and lay gently against the tree. The peach blossoms on the tree covered her figure. If she didn't look carefully, she couldn't see anyone on the tree.
The breeze blew, and the petals fell, falling on her clothes. A faint floral fragrance lingered in her hair and on the tip of her nose.
Looking from a distance, she seemed like a fairy who had descended from the mortal world. She was as beautiful as a dream, as if polished, and looking at her, it felt like she was immersed in an overly beautiful dream.