The daughter of this high official was a jealous woman. Several of the concubines married by Fatty Zhao died and fell ill. I heard that Fatty Zhao's wife secretly used them to do this.
After receiving this information, Mu Yanxi quickly formulated a revenge plan.
That night..
The moon is dark and the wind is high.
A dark shadow crossed the several-meter-high wall of Zhao's house.
The visitor made no sound. After jumping into the courtyard of the Zhao Mansion, he hid in a secret place. After avoiding the eyes and ears of the patrolling people, he quietly slipped into Fatty Zhao's mansion.
It is said that Fatty Zhao was so angry that a concubine he loved so much was secretly given away by his wife, and he slept with his wife in a separate room for a month.
Mu Yanxi took out the scented powder in her arms and jumped out from the darkness.
The few servants and maids who were guarding outside were stunned by the powder she threw before they could say anything.
The fragrant powder was made by her own medicine, which was equivalent to a drug. Once inhaled into the nose, she would be knocked unconscious quickly.
When they woke up again, she had already finished repairing Fatty Zhao.
Pushing open the door, Fatty Zhao thought it was the maid delivering water. He held the painting in his hand without raising his head and said, "Put down the water and go out. I don't need anyone to wait on you here."
Mu Yanxi curled her lips, gently closed the door, and walked slowly over.
Fatty Zhao watched with great devotion.
She had already walked beside him, but he was still staring at the woman in the portrait without raising his head.
Mu Yanxi lowered her head and glanced.
The woman in the portrait is Daji from Tingyin Pavilion.
It seemed that Fatty Zhao really admired Daji.
"Didn't I tell you to get out?"
Mu Yanxi stood beside him for a long time, and Fatty Zhao finally raised his head, with a somewhat impatient expression on his face, his brows furrowed and his face scrunched up, like a Shar-Pei dog.
"You...who are you?"
When he raised his head, he saw a masked man in black in front of him. Just as he was about to yell, Mu Yanxi reached out and tapped his acupuncture point.
Fatty Zhao's eyes widened, showing fear.
When she thought that she had no grievances with him, but that he insisted on quarreling with her, causing her to fail to open the medical clinic, all the anger that had been accumulated in her heart burst out at this moment.
Mu Yanxi remained silent and hit him with a left hook on the face.
Fatty Zhao groaned, and his pig-headed face swelled even more.
Another right hook hit him, causing stars to pop out of his eyes and bleeding from his nose.
"Uh...uh...uh..."
This fat beating relieved her a lot.
Finally...when she left, Fatty Zhao was beaten so badly that he fainted. His fat body rolled off the chair, rolled a few times, and rolled in front of Mu Yanxi. She kicked him hard again.
After walking for a few times, he took out the paint bottle wrapped in his arms, dipped his brush in red paint, and wrote three big characters on Fatty Zhao's forehead and both sides of his face.
Son of a bitch!
This is a pigment specially prepared by her, and it cannot be washed off in a few months.
Let’s see if he still dares to go out and do evil with the word “bastard” on his face.
After beating Fatty Zhao for a moment, Mu Yanxi felt much better and left the Zhao Mansion with satisfaction.
As soon as she left, someone else slipped into Fatty Zhao's room.
"You damn fat pig, how dare you cause trouble for Sister Mu, let's see how I deal with you."
"Xue Sheng, break this fat pig's legs, take off his clothes, and throw it to the most crowded place on the street."