After the rebirth of the master's wife who was hated by everyone, all of them were burned to de

Lin Xuxi casually swept the fruit on the desk to the ground without any intention of eating it.

Zhou Jingyue chased out and stopped Aunt Xin who was about to fly to the disciplinary institute.

"Aunt Xin, Aunt Xin!" Zhou Jingyue chased after her.

After being called, Rong Xin turned around and looked at Zhou Jingyue, asking in surprise, "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be there to serve my sister?"

She said this with jealousy, but she didn't even realize it.

These days, Zhou Jingyue seemed to have returned to his childhood and always stuck to Lin Xuxi.

"Aunt Xin, are you going to the disciplinary center?" Zhou Jingyue did not answer, but asked her intention instead.

Speaking of this, Rong Xin wiped her tears and shook her head, saying, "This is all my fault. If I had been patient and not gone to find Brother Han, this wouldn't have happened. Yao'er wouldn't have been punished either. Come with me, you can help."

"Yeah. Actually, it's not Aunt Xin's fault. It was indeed Senior Brother Yan who did something wrong." Zhou Jingyue followed her.

The two of them flew to the disciplinary yard, and before they even walked in, they heard Yan Yao's wailing and screaming.

Zhou Jingyue was still frightened after hearing this, as he had been beaten here too.

Rong Xin caught the flash of fear in Zhou Jingyue's eyes and knew that he had been beaten twice. Both times, it was related to Lin Xuxi, so he brought her here.

So that Zhou Jingyue can recall his previous bad memories.

"What's wrong with you?" Rong Xin asked knowingly.

"fine."

Zhou Jingyue forced a smile and shook his head, "Why don't we just not go in? Wait outside for Senior Brother Yan to come out, okay?"

"Yeah." Seeing Zhou Jingyue so scared, Rong Xin nodded.

She thought Zhou Jingyue must hate Lin Xuxi very much now, after all, the feeling of being hit by the Soul Refining Whip was not pleasant.

But Zhou Jingyue was thinking about that time when he was punished and it was his master's wife who took the forty-four lashes for him. His heart ached and his expression became increasingly sad.

Rong Xin thought he was reminiscing about the past when he saw this expression, so she comforted him, "Don't be afraid, Yue'er."

These words made Zhou Jingyue a little dazed. He subconsciously thought that the person next to him was his master's wife, but when he turned around and found that it was Aunt Xin, he was visibly disappointed.

Forget it, he will make his master's wife value him again.

There was no wailing sound at all. After a full hour, Yan Yao, covered in blood, was carried out by the people from the disciplinary institute.

The manager saw someone coming to pick him up and asked, "Do you need help getting him back? He's already unconscious."

"Thank you." Rong Xin nodded.

But the headmaster didn't look at her kindly. His eyes fell on Zhou Jingyue and he suddenly asked, "Why do you have so many disobedient and unfilial disciples in Fushan?"

He had been the head of the Discipline Institute for over two hundred years, and it was Fushan who caused all this trouble. Jianshan or Yaoshan, which one would dare?

"It's our fault." Zhou Jingyue nodded slightly.

He no longer has the arrogance he used to have. Although he is still a little proud occasionally, he has learned to respect his elders.

"Well, it seems that the whip was used in the right way." The person in charge nodded, turned around and went in. At least everyone was normal.

The disciples of the disciplinary institute helped carry it back.

Because Rong Xin is a woman, it is not easy for her to take off her clothes.

Hui and Zhou Jingyue helped put the unconscious Senior Brother Yan on the bed. Since most of the whip wounds were on the back, they laid him down on his stomach.

Jianhui helped to take off his clothes, and Zhou Jingyue cleaned the wound and applied medicine.

"What's going on? Is the person awake?" Rong Xin stood aside and leaned over to see what was going on.

"He hasn't woken up yet. Aunt Xin, please sit down and rest first. Let's apply medicine to Senior Brother Yan." Zhou Jingyue took out the medicine powder he had used before.

He had been beaten twice, so he naturally knew which medicine was most effective.

Rong Xin sat on a chair, watching the two busying around the bed. She sighed barely audibly, "How could my sister have the heart to beat someone like this?"

Hearing this, Zhou Jingyue paused and accidentally spilled the medicine.

"Lin Xuxi wants Senior Brother Yan to die, otherwise she wouldn't have done this." Jian Hui wiped the blood and tears at the same time, and was afraid that the tears would fall on the wound, so he kept wiping them away.

Zhou Jingyue continued to spread the medicine and whispered, "Didn't Master order three hundred lashes?"

After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent.

Especially Rong Xin, she didn't know how to say the words she was going to say next, so she just swallowed them back.

"But, but it's also Lin Xuxi's fault. If she hadn't caused such a thing, how could Senior Brother Yan be punished?" Jian Hui choked with sobs, crying and saying, "Senior Brother Yan just couldn't stand her."

Zhou Jingyue looked at the sobbing Jianhui with burning eyes, as if he saw his former self.

Everything is Master's Wife's fault. If it weren't for Master's Wife, nothing would have happened. No matter what happens, this absurd logic seems to be rooted in the minds of everyone in Fushan.

Zhou Jingyue actually didn't know when Fushan became like this.

"Jianhui, what you said is not right." Rong Xin observed Zhou Jingyue's expression and said soothingly, "Everyone is at fault in this matter. You can't just blame my sister."

You can’t just blame your sister, it’s her fault.

Everyone was slowly influenced by these subtle words.

"Okay." Jian Hui obviously listened to Rong Xin's words and nodded, "I understand. I won't say it again."

After applying the medicine, Zhou Jingyue sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

"What are you thinking about, Yue'er?" Rong Xin noticed that he was lost in thought and asked curiously, "Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go and rest while I watch over you?"

She guessed that he had been frightened in the disciplinary institution. Anyone who had been beaten with the Soul Refining Whip would have some psychological trauma.

"Need not."

Zhou Jingyue smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's just that seeing Senior Brother Yan injured so badly, I'm a little worried. After all, I've been beaten before, and I know how painful it is."

"Yeah, it must be so painful." Jianhui couldn't help but shed tears again.

Several people didn't move and just waited here.

Jianhui was worried that Rong Xin had something unfinished, but what about Zhou Jingyue? Why didn't he leave?

It wasn't until the evening that Yan Yao finally woke up, but it was the pain that woke him. Before he could regain consciousness, he began to groan in pain.

"Awake." Rong Xin stood up and pushed Jianhui aside.

Seeing Hui, who was originally sitting at the head of the bed, being pushed away, he just thought Aunt Xin was worried, and did not think about getting up and standing behind his junior brother to look.

As soon as Yan Yao opened his eyes, he saw Aunt Xin sitting at the head of the bed.

"Yao'er, does it hurt? The wound makes me feel anxious just looking at it." Rong Xin pulled Yan Yao's hand, and her tears fell faster than Jianhui's.

"Thank you, Aunt Xin." Hearing this, Yan Yao subconsciously thought that it was Aunt Xin who applied the medicine to him, and his heart was filled with emotion.

Rong Xin wiped her tears and choked up, "I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay. It's all my fault. If I could have persuaded my sister, you wouldn't have been beaten. It's all my fault. Yao'er, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Aunt Xin. It's not your fault. It's Lin Xuxi who is too cruel." Yan Yao felt very uncomfortable seeing Aunt Xin blaming herself like this.

Zhou Jingyue's expression became increasingly ugly as he watched the two of them getting along so harmoniously.

"Aunt Xin." Zhou Jingyue suddenly spoke.