Ruan Qing looked at the maid with sinister eyes: "Take off your clothes and give them to me."
She could never just walk home like this. The journey was so long, and she didn't want to be laughed at by these mud-legged villagers for her embarrassment and unbearable condition.
The maid was startled and shook her head in fear: "No, miss, please, no..."
Ruan Qing glanced at her lightly: "You dare not listen to me, what if I sell you?"
The maid looked horrified: "No, miss! I'll take it off, I'll take it off..."
If it is sold, it is sold at a low price.
According to Ruan Qing's vicious temperament, he would either sell her to work as a coolie or sell her to a flower house to be trampled on.
The maid's contract of sale was still in Ruan Qing's hands. She didn't dare not listen, but tears still fell from her eyes.
If she took it off in public, she would be unable to hold her head up in front of everyone, and would even hear all kinds of insults.
It is offensive to morals, unsightly, and offensive to morals.
The villagers' spit would drown her, or even worse... it's unimaginable.
It would be better to be sold.
The maid still held on to a glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that the young lady would show her some mercy for the sake of serving her with all her heart.
Ruan Qing said impatiently: "Hurry up!"
The maid said nothing, but burst into tears. She grabbed her clothes with trembling hands and prepared to take them off...
Standing in the field, Ye Youlan's eyes flashed and she flicked the pebbles on her fingers.
Ruan Qing, who was in the pavilion, suddenly stumbled on her feet and fell down into the mud. Even her beautiful face was stained with the mud she hated most.
"ah!"
Ruan Qing shouted loudly: "My legs hurt so much!"
The maid hadn't even taken off her clothes yet, so she was dumbfounded.
"Little Miss...why did you fall down again?"
Ruan Qing struggled to sit up, his knees and legs hurt, and he was covered in mud.
She glared at the maid and shouted coldly: "Why are you still standing there? Come quickly and help me up!"
The maid was frightened by the young lady's cold eyes. She shivered with fear and hurriedly went up to help her up.
Now Ruan Qing could only walk away lamely.
She squeezed the maid's hand, pinched it into the skin on her wrist, and stared at Ye Youlan in the field as if her eyes were quenched with poison.
If it weren't for this bitch, would she be in such a mess?
"hurry up!"
Ruan Qing really didn't want to stay any longer at this moment, he was extremely embarrassed.
She's never been this bad.
The pain in her legs made it difficult for her to walk, so she could only grit her teeth and limp away quickly.
She will definitely avenge this.
Seeing their figures slowly leaving, Ye Youlan in the field covered her mouth and snickered, lowered her head and continued her work.
*
On the cliff, Mo Zhu and others finally found the jade fan left by their master by following the blood trail.
"It's Master's jade fan! Mo Zhu, Master..." Yiming gritted his teeth and squeezed the sword in his hand tightly. He stared at the jade fan in Mo Zhu's hand, feeling excited.
"It seems that the master is at the bottom of the cliff." Sanjian answered affirmatively.
"And the master was poisoned at the time and fell... Even if he didn't die..." Wu Mei's usually cold eyes were slightly red at this moment.
"You have to believe in the master." Mo Zhu turned to look at them, "The master said when he left that only he himself can pick the sacred antidote, the Buddha's Heart Fruit."
Several people were silent when they heard this.
They all know that under the cliff is the Mountain of No Return shrouded in poisonous mist.
There are poisonous things, ferocious beasts, and all kinds of strange things.
If you want to go in, you have to be able to get out.
No matter how outstanding your martial arts skills are, if you enter half a stick of incense, the poisonous mist will kill you.
Their master... was poisoned at the time. Can he pick the Buddha's Heart Fruit from the Mountain of No Return?