When the first rays of sunlight in the early morning penetrated the curtains as thin as light gauze, He Liyu **** got up, picked up the black robe hanging at the head of the bed and put it on, glanced at it, coldly glanced at Fu Ru Mei who was still lying on the bed and couldn't wake up, got up and left, what caught his eye behind him was that Fu Ru Mei's bloodstained lower body was covered by the mattress, revealing his blood-stained thighs, emitting a strong fishy smell into the nose, the mattress had been stained red with blood, and her whole body was bruised, but at the moment when the sun shone in, it slowly disappeared, and He Liyu left not long after, An old woman of unknown age came in with a basin of water, her face was expressionless, wrinkled and furrowed, her eyes were deeply sunken and her eyes were flowing like a ghostly fire, and the skin on the back of her hand was like a charred bone on her dry bones, like a sun-dried fish fillet. She put the basin on the side of the bed with a trembling smile, dragged away the blood-stained bedding, and picked up the wet hand towel to wipe the bloodstained thighs with an expressionless face, and wiped it slowly, no more than a little force, no less force, just the right amount of strength is very comfortable, like wiping a beloved baby.

The sleeping Fu Ru Mei still doesn't wake up!

After the old lady finished wiping, she pulled out the blood-stained mattress, and then walked out slowly, and after a while, she brought in a stack of bedding that was exactly the same as the blood-stained bedding and laid it out, and then walked out with a basin full of bright red blood.

Just half an hour after the old lady left, the maid Xi'er and Mo Er didn't notice anything unusual at all, and came to the Furumei dormitory with toiletries, and saw that the lady was still asleep, and the surroundings were clean, thinking that the city lord had been gone for a while.

The two of them were happy in their hearts, the city lord has often been nostalgic for the plum garden recently, and the second lady's moaning and rapid wheezing can be heard in the middle of the night, it seems that the position of the second lady in the heart of the city lord is gradually surpassing the eldest lady, so it means that they have a future as subordinates.

In the study, He Liyun sat behind the table, staring out the window with cold eyes, in front of the table, the maid was still shrouded in black robes, revealing only a strange white face, and the pupils in the eyes flashed with a deep green light.

"How was the battle going last night?" Obviously, last night's battle was like a mirror in his heart, but what he wanted to know was the result, and he didn't need to go through it.

"The poetry is picturesque, all the sins are killed, leaving only the eldest lady."

"She's smart!" I don't know whether it was praise or ridicule, the corners of He Liyu's cold and hard mouth crossed an arc, slightly upturned, and the bottom of his eyes flashed with a compelling coldness.

"My lord, my subordinates sensed air fluctuations outside the eldest lady's bedroom last night, it seems that my subordinates are not sure if this is the case?" He hesitated for a long time before telling the city lord about the process of talking to the eldest lady with his consciousness when he found Shiruxiang last night, because there are some things that the city lord will sense without him saying anything.

"Consciousness communication, she's capable!" With a sneer, He Liyun got up expressionlessly, and he bowed and retreated to the side, and after He Liyu left the study, he slowly dissipated into the air.

He Liyu came to the hall of the main house, took his robe and sat down, and the maid and the male servant hurriedly knelt on the ground under the leadership of the wind steward, and bowed down to say goodbye.

He Liyu just snorted heavily, and the wind steward led a group of subordinates to stand up and stand respectfully on both sides, all speculating and uneasy in their hearts, not knowing what happened to the mansion lord today, his face was so cold, and he was full of murderous intentions.

"Steward Feng, please invite the eldest lady and the poet girl to come to the hall."

"Yes, sir!" The wind steward and the two of them hurriedly left the hall and went straight to the eldest lady's orchid garden.

The nine-tailed fox Jian Mengdie had just finished grooming, and the maid was about to accompany her to breakfast, but when she saw the wind housekeeper coming in a hurry, she panted and bowed down to say goodbye:

"Madame, the servant has given you a greeting."

Jian Mengdie's face was expressionless, her face was a little pale, and she couldn't recover from her vitality injury last night without a month or two.

"Get up, Steward, what are you doing early in the morning?"

"The eldest lady, the city lord invites the eldest lady and the poet girl to go to the hall."

The hand holding the water cup paused, and the eyes flashed fiercely, and then said gently:

"The lord of the city hasn't invited everyone to discuss matters for a long time, so it's possible that something big has happened in the mansion." Last night's movement took place in the peach blossom forest, far away from the place where the people were resting, and with the ears of ordinary mortals, I believe that they didn't know what happened last night.

However, she knew that she couldn't hide it from the eyes and ears of the city lord, and the shadows and guardians hidden in the darkness were definitely the heart of the city lord, and nothing that happened in the mansion could escape the shadows and guardians.

"The eldest lady, the old slave doesn't know, please go quickly, don't let the adults wait for a long time, the old slave still has to invite the poetry girl, and the old slave will retire." The wind steward bowed down and retreated with two people.

Jian Mengdie pondered for a long time, then slowly put down the teacup, glanced at Cong'er and Lan'er, Cong'er immediately took the cloak and put it on for the eldest lady, the early morning was cool, the eldest lady's body was delicate, and there could be no mistakes.

Jian Mengdie packed everything up, and then took the maid Qinglian to move, left Yunxiang Garden, and walked towards the hall.

Outside the picturesque wing, the wind housekeeper stood depressedly outside the door, looking at the window blocked by heavy curtains, a trace of light could not shine into the wing, a little anxious, the city lord's affairs could not be delayed, the side face to the side of Liao Cai made a look, Liao Cai understood, hurriedly stepped forward' Bang bang bang knock on the door, there is no respect at all, everyone in the house knows, Shiruhua was locked up the next day after she came to the house, and everyone secretly speculated that she was punished by the city lord because she offended the doctor, and the city lord did not like her at all, and the city lord did not assign her maids and servants, and the minions were like mirrors in their hearts, knowing that she was a down-and-out woman who had fallen out of favor and was not happy.

The picturesque face of the poet who was meditating cross-legged in the wing room was mild, a fierce light flashed, got up, put on the red robe of ice silkworm snow silk, and pushed open the door of the wing room, 'bang', Liao Cai, who raised his hand outside the door and was about to knock on the door again, was knocked down again and again, his nose was hit red, Liao Cai covered his nose and jumped to his feet, just wanted to open his mouth and scolded, suddenly saw a picture of poetry with a bad face, and hurriedly swallowed the words that spit into his throat, and dodged behind the wind steward.

Usually this Liao Cai is also the object of being scolded in the house, he is the righteous son of the wind steward, of course, the tide rises, and his status is different from that of other maids and servants.

Today, she was frightened by the picturesque face, trembling her legs and flashing behind the wind steward, looking at her from the gap, she was really a witch, her movements were rude, vulgar, without the elegance of a woman, noble, no wonder she had to win the favor of the city lord, she deserved it!

Seeing the picturesque face of the wind steward, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed:

"Miss Shi, the city lord has instructed the old slave to take you to the hall."

Shiruhua glanced at them coldly, and without saying a word, he threw off his robe and walked forward, and the wind steward was helpless when he saw this, so he had to run to the front to lead the way.

In the hall, He Liyu sat in the first place, and his eyes as cold as a knife swept over Jian Mengdie, who was sitting on pins and needles, and then moved to the poetic and picturesque person who walked into the hall.

Shiruhua looked at it, the eldest lady was also there, and she already had a bottom in her heart, and she didn't want to provoke Heli's bottom line anymore, so she obediently walked to the side and stood still.

He Liyu shrugged his eyebrows, glanced at her with interest, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes hidden under the thick black eyelashes, but the words he said were as cold as ice, which made people tremble.

"Everyone knows what happened in the dark night a while ago, Mengdie is the eldest lady of the city lord's mansion, representing the face of the city lord's mansion, and now, you have just come to hurt the eldest lady so badly, disrespectful, poetic and picturesque, although you are the person brought back by the city lord, but, in the house, you can't allow you to be presumptuous, you hurt the eldest lady, so that she lost her dignity and duty in front of the next person, although you have been punished for you, however, there should also be an explanation in front of the next person, otherwise, how should Mengdie manage the backyard family for the city lord in the future, the wind housekeeper, According to the rules of the government, what punishment should be imposed on those who commit the following offenses? His gaze swept over, making the wind steward frightened for a while.

Shiruhua and Jian Mengdie were also frightened, especially Shiruhua couldn't believe what she heard, he still wanted to punish her, indiscriminately, and without asking for any reason, just to maintain the dignity of that woman, she was a little angry in her heart, and there was a trace of sourness that bothered her these days, it hurt like a needle piercing her skin, it hurt all over her body, it hurt to her bones, so that she couldn't rest well at night.

She didn't understand what this sourness and faint loss was? She had never experienced it.

The wind steward took a step forward, bowed his head and replied:

"Back to my lord, the rod is 50!" After saying that, he retreated back to the same place, silent!

There is a fire in the poetic eyes, on the one hand, it seems bold and stubborn, even excessively harsh, and on the other hand, it is pitiful, and a faint smoke emerges.

She is complaining silently, accusing He Liyu of being unreasonable!

He glanced at her and his eyes. It's still so cold. The waves are not alarmed, like two unfathomable ancient pools. The stones are thrown into it, and they can't even ripple.

"50 is not enough, 100 cane blames!" The cold words made Shiru's heart sink like the sea, her eyes were burned by the raging fire, her tight lips twitched faintly, and her little hands trembled uncontrollably, clenched tightly and hid in her water sleeves.

And Jian Mengdie, who was sitting on the side, was shocked by the great joy, her eyes were like a crescent moon, her face was full of spring brilliance, like a flower room filled with honey, beautiful, the city lord did not forget her grievances, nor did she forget the injuries she suffered, it turned out that she still had a place in the heart of the city lord, thinking of her recklessness the day before yesterday, the osprey sent to His Royal Highness, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but when she saw the picturesque poem, she instantly threw that uneasiness behind.

Of course, everything that happened last night is still fresh in her memory, she will not fall into the well in front of the picturesque, in this city lord's mansion, who does not know that she is gentle and virtuous, tolerant and considerate.

Thinking of this, she got up, walked to He Liyu's side, and said softly:

"My lord, the poetry girl is also an unintentional move, just forget it when the concubine looks at the cane, after all, she is so young, I'm afraid she can't stand the cane 100."

He Liyu raised his eyebrows and hugged her into his arms, and the maids and servants standing below hurriedly bowed their heads, and they didn't dare to come out, only Cong'er and Lan'er on the side showed surprise on their faces, and they couldn't be excited.

The rough fingers kneaded Jian Mengdie's soft and delicate jaw, and her deep and magnetic voice sounded in the silent hall:

"You are the lady of the main room, and those who commit the following offenses should be punished."

Jian Mengdie was delighted, softened her body even more, and rubbed the whole person into He Liyu's arms, her face was shy, charming and moving, through the gap, her slightly cold eyes fell on Shiru's body.

Even if you win me, but I win the lord of the city, you still lose!

The whole body was cold and picturesque, watching the two of them there gentle and tired, and talking sweetly, and the discomfort in my heart was deeper and more painful.

"Wind steward, what are you waiting for!"

The cold voice made the wind steward come back to his senses, and secretly glanced at He Liyu, seeing that the city lord was still gentle with the eldest lady, knowing that the poetry girl could not hide today, so he ordered Liao Cai to move the long table, the poetry was picturesque, the ferocity in his eyes was deeper, and a trace of scarlet faintly appeared, but when she saw the gaze projected by He Liyu, gloomy and cold and deep warning, she seemed to have no strength in her body, and she grabbed her heart fiercely with sadness, and was pulled by Cong'er and Lan'er to lie on the long table, raising her head, her eyes staring at the men and women in front of her, a calm, no more waves!

The sound of 'popping' was endless, Liao Cai and another servant raised their sticks and fell in turn, only bursts of crackling sound could be heard in the silent hall, the scarlet blood gradually stained the red ice silkworm snow silk, red and red blended, the silver of the ice silkworm reflected the wisps of brilliance in the sunlight, more dazzling and vivid.

Sweat soaked his forehead, and the hair stuck to the side of his face along the sweat, and drops of sweat gathered on his jaw, slowly sliding down, dripping on the cold jade ground, slowly fainting, and gradually gathering into a puddle.

The small hands on both sides of the table protruded, and the five fingers were pressed into the tabletop, trembling so badly that they were covered by the wide water sleeves.

Shiruhua gritted her teeth and didn't let herself make a sound, but the calm eyes gradually brightened, and they were gradually blocked by the fog, and she couldn't see the men and women in front of her clearly.

Jian Mengdie sneered happily in her heart, her face was as gentle as water, her eyes showed distress, and her little hand holding He Li's sleeve trembled slightly, as if she was a little distressed and couldn't bear it.

Feeling the pretending of the woman in her arms, He Liyu's heart was full of murderous energy, and he did not show the slightest breath.

lowered his eyebrows, looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes were as cold as the moon, seemingly warm, and the deep violence was hidden behind the warmth.

He wanted to tear the woman in his arms with his own hands, but for some reason, the staff fell, not like it fell on her, like it smashed into his heart, pressing his heart tightened, and a suffocation made his breathing thicker, and the five fingers hidden in the wide sleeves had been bent, and the nails were buckled into the flesh, and he didn't know what the pain felt.

Such a feeling is strange to him, but also to him frightened, in the poetic body, why does he have so many emotions, looking at the bright eyes of the mist, he forced himself to hold back, this thorny rose, wild flowers, will not wither and wither in his hands in advance!

This is not the result he wanted!!

In addition to the ring, he seems to want more and more greed, he wants the woman who is full of wild and fierce as a wolf, like a wolf running freely on the grassland, unrestrained and happy!

At this moment, she is like a bird imprisoned in a cage, with her wings broken and unable to fly again!

With a turn of his eyes, he suddenly remembered the top existence of the He family in the old lady's words, and the distress and guilt for the picturesque poem disappeared in an instant, and the light in his eyes was covered by a layer of indifference, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the bottom of his eyes flowed sternly and coldly!