Riding a motorcycle on the road of revenge

Zhang Xi Niang looked at the servants in the yard in silence.

These people had been kneeling for more than an hour, but no one dared to bend their waists.

Except for Mrs. Ye who was on guard that night.

He must have been paralyzed by fear.

Then he looked at Gu Xianya who was sleeping on the small couch, with a big tear hanging on her fair little face.

It makes her, as a mother, feel very distressed.

Her gaze shifted to Gu Xianya's hair, which looked like it had been chewed by a dog.

I can't even comb my hair.

Oh my god, that thief is so cruel and mean.

Mother will definitely avenge you.

Just as Zhang Xiniang was secretly getting angry, her stomach suddenly growled twice at an inopportune moment.

Neither she nor her daughter could eat breakfast.

Even though my stomach is growling with hunger, even the most delicious and favorite snacks are now hard to swallow.

I'm angry and can't eat.

My mouth hurts and I can't open it.

My teeth hurt, too. I lost several of them. Even one of my front teeth was missing.

When she was cleaning up in the morning, she found three teeth.

Two of them looked big and didn't look like hers.

The wound on my hand was bandaged, but blood was still seeping out. It was still aching and I was sweating coldly. The clothes I changed in the morning were now soaked all over my back.

Under the dual effects of pain and indignation, Zhang Xi Niang became calmer and calmer.

To think that she could go from being an excluded and oppressed concubine of a baron's mansion to a concubine, and then to a legitimate official's wife, the mistress of the house, and a famous noblewoman in the capital, she must have the abilities, means, and brains.

Looking at the people kneeling in the yard outside, they were almost done kneeling.

Zhang Xiniang sat on the chair at the door of the main house again and glanced at everyone with a sharp gaze.

These people were carefully selected by him and were unlikely to be bribed, especially by Gu Lanting or Gu Lanruo.

Her subordinates often bullied the brother and sister.

Any other reason?

Is the person here too clever?

If that's the case, the night watchwoman should be ruled out as a suspect.

Mrs. Ye was the maid who came with her as a dowry. Although she was not as close to her as the wet nurse, she was still one of her confidants and helped her a lot. Mrs. Ye's wives were all servants in the mansion. They were usually too busy to please her, so how could they dare...

bah bah bah!

Whenever she thought of that damn old woman, she wanted to slap her mouth to pieces!

It would be fine if only Mrs. Ye was sent away. But her whole family was in the mansion. Mrs. Ye's husband was a manager in the front yard, and her son followed Song Ting. It was a bit difficult to send this family away at the moment.

Forget it, let's move Mrs. Ye somewhere else first. There is no way this mansion can't accommodate a servant.

So Mrs. Ye was first beaten with ten sticks, fined one year's salary, and then sent to do the job of cleaning toilets.

The punishment was not severe, and everyone present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who were not on duty at night thought that there was a good chance they could escape today's disaster.

But Chunxiu and Xiaohong dared not let go easily. They were the master's most personal maids and were on duty at night.

When Chunxiu woke up in the morning, she felt cold feet. First, she found that her socks were missing, and then she saw her clothes. The clothes looked familiar, and they were definitely not made of material that she could wear. Before she could remember whose clothes they were, she was startled by the half-bloody thing in her hand.

If it weren't for Zhang Xiniang's strict training, which prevented Chunxiu from shouting loudly until her master woke up, she would definitely have screamed out loud enough to pierce the sky.

She plucked up the courage to look carefully and found that it seemed to be a human thumb.

God knows she almost lost her soul at that time.

When she heard her master's voice in the inner room, she hurried in trembling to serve.

What did she see when she entered?

Two masters, no, three masters.

In addition to the master and his wife, there is also the second young lady, no, now she should be called the eldest young lady.

When did the young lady come here?

Still lying on the ground.

Oh my god...

She wanted to run, but she couldn't.

She had nowhere to run.

He gritted his teeth and packed up for the two masters. When the masters saw the clothes on the couch, their already cold faces became even colder.

Only then did she remember that the dress she saw on her body when she woke up was her lady's.

But the lady just glanced at the clothes and said nothing.

And more!

It’s all in the lady’s eyes.

Even though the lady's eyes were narrowed into slits and she couldn't open them at all, she still felt the cold light that could kill people.

Chunxiu knew that today would not end well for her. She only hoped that because of her loyalty to the lady in the past, she would not die in too much pain.

She didn't ask for a dignified death, nor did she ask for an intact body after death. She just asked for a quick death.

Zhang Xi Niang listened to the wailing of Mrs. Ye fading away, and the courtyard returned to silence. In broad daylight, you could hear a pin drop in the courtyard.

Humph! These wicked slaves.

If a tiger doesn't show its power, it must be a sick cat.

Zhang Xi Niang tried to pout out of habit, but ended up pulling her injured mouth and face.

hiss--

It hurts!

Looking at Chunxiu, who looked as pale as death and as thin as a clay figurine, Zhang Xiniang's gaze fell on that pair of proud peaks again.

Pity.

She let out a breath of frustration and turned her gaze to Xiaohong who was kneeling beside her.

Xiaohong felt as if there was a death gaze on her head, and her body shook even more violently.

Both of them look like foxy girls.

Zhang Xiniang's gaze moved from Chunxiu and Xiaohong to other people, and then from other people back to Chunxiu, falling on the spring scenery that she wanted to capture but could not.

Is that proud quality natural? Or is it because I eat too well and am too well nourished by her?

If Zhang Xiniang's eyes were like a knife, Chunxiu's turbulent emotions at this moment would have surely turned into a bloody airport.

There is also Xiaohong. Since she is a family-born child, her parents were brought from the Zhang family by her, and she is also pretty, so we let her follow Xianya.

Although her appearance is not as elegant as that of a fairy, her pair of lively peach blossom eyes are very attractive, and her thin cherry lips are sexy and small, and red without any makeup.

Don’t think that she doesn’t know just because she didn’t see the way her master and son looked at them!

Neither of these two people can be kept alive.

Letting them die directly is not easy for these two people.

Too lazy to waste words, they gave them mute drugs, beat them with twenty sticks each, and then sent a broker to take them away and sell them to the lowest-class brothel.

As for the other servants, each was beaten with five sticks and fined half a year's salary.

Let's do this for now.

She couldn't be without someone to serve her, especially now, when she didn't have the energy to choose someone new.

Zhang Xi Niang felt so tired, so uncomfortable, so painful, so angry, and so hateful. She had a heart full of rage waiting for her to vent.

If she didn't feel that the people around her were unreliable, her daughter was too young, her son was about to take an exam and couldn't be distracted, and her husband always didn't care about the affairs of the rear house, she wouldn't have gritted her teeth and persevered.

When I feel better, I will first replace all the people in Furong Courtyard and Rongluo Courtyard, and then tidy up the mansion.

Oh, my face hurts, my head hurts, my hands hurt, my stomach hurts, and my whole body hurts.

Zhang Xi Niang's hands hurt the most.