Concubine Bo looked at the palace maid, "It seems that you like to deal with the mourning family very much." ”

"The concubine forgives the sins, begs the concubine for forgiveness, the slave is just ......"

"Come on, tie up this slut together, she loves to help people so much, let her help to the end. The old thing is useless, let the mourning family think about it, how many hits are appropriate? 80？ 100？ That's 100 hits. Little things like to help people, so let's take a hundred strokes with them. The mourning family is very curious, whether the old things can withstand it, or the small things can withstand it more. ”

Concubine Bo's sour appearance made the other palace maids not even dare to come out.

The old lady knew that there was no way to live, she was so old, let alone a hundred strokes, even a dozen strokes of the cane would die. But the little palace maid next to her who was crying couldn't stop was punished to help her, and she couldn't watch such a young life and say no, it would be gone. Although she is young, she may be able to pick up a life, but after a hundred strokes of the cane, she will not die or be crippled. A crippled girl, who else will marry? What about the rest of life?

The old lady didn't dare to think about it.

"Concubine Niangniang, if you want to punish, just punish the slave and maid alone, can you let her go?" The old lady pleaded, "Concubine Niangniang, in this life, the slave and maid have never begged you for anything, this time you should be loyal to you for the sake of the slave and maid for more than ten years, and agree to the slave maid's last wish, right?" ”

Concubine Bo slapped the table and stood up, "What kind of thing are you, and you deserve to talk to the mourning family like this?" Do you think that you have served the mourning family for more than ten years, and the mourning family should agree to your request? You must always remember who you are, you are just a, born to serve the master of the mourning family. Now that you don't have the ability to serve the mourning family, why do you say the mourning family wants to keep you? Since you have no use value, you say, what other requirements did the mourning family promise you? Bastard old thing! ”

After Concubine Bo sat down, she pointed to the old lady, "Fight!" Since this old thing wants to be beaten 200 times, and the mourning family can't live up to a dead man's wishes, then hit 200 times. The little thing next to it also hit two hundred times. ”

Concubine Bo opened her mouth, and the old lady closed her eyes, in pain. The little palace maid on the side cried and trembled.

The old lady turned her head to look at the little palace maid, "I'm sorry, girl, I made you suffer." When you get to the underworld, the old woman will return your love. ”

The little palace maid was only crying, and she couldn't hear what the old lady was saying at all, and at this time, it didn't matter what she said.

The cane blame, as always, it's just that this time, the palace maids' hearts are heavier than ever.

In less than forty strokes, the old grandmother was dying, and the rough woman who was executed wanted to ask Concubine Bo if she could stop, but what she got was Concubine Bo's sharp and vicious eyes, so she had no choice but to continue fighting, and if the strength was small, she would be threatened by Concubine Bo slapping the table, so even if there were a thousand and ten thousand unhappy in her heart, this cane still had to be carried out.

The little palace maid on the side didn't know whether it was pain or fright, and fainted.

Concubine Bo seemed to be very interested in the matter of the corpse being punished by the cane, and she had been watching it with great interest, and even asked the palace maid beside her to pour tea.

All the palace maids were stunned by the scene in front of them without exception, even the tea poured for Concubine Bo was carefully selected by Concubine Bo and felt that it was available, but her hands trembled slightly, causing one or two drops of tea to fall into the tray.

Smack-

Before the palace maids could react, they didn't even know what was going on, so Concubine Bo gave the palace maid who poured the tea a slap, "It's useless, you can't stop shaking when you pour tea!" How scary is it for you to mourn home? Isn't the mourning family kind? ”

"The concubine is angry, it's the slave who is not good, and the concubine is kind...... Virtuous ...... Is it a slave or a maid who has no ...... Take care of the mother. The palace maid covered her face and knelt on the ground, her heart pounding and beating.

"Get down!"

Concubine Bo directly threw the cup with hot tea on the palace maid's face, and the palace maid immediately screamed, and the hot tea poured out of the cup, burning most of the palace maid's face red.

The other palace maids were all frightened and quickly knelt on the ground, bowing their heads.

Concubine Bo stood up and glanced at all the palace maids coldly, "In the future, if there are any more inconsiderate and ineffective servants, be careful of your heads." If the mourning family knows that you are disobedient, the mourning family will definitely tear your skin! ”

Say goodbye and leave.

When Concubine Bo was far away, the palace maids dared to cry, but they were afraid that the voice would reach Concubine Bo's ears, so they suppressed the grief in their hearts.

From then on, there was no more talk in Concubine Bo's palace, and even if the palace maids returned to the resting place, they stopped talking, and they really had to say something, so they hurriedly said a word, and then left.

The whole palace is more like a cemetery, there is no anger, and even some palace maids have been suppressed for a long time, holding back their problems, and they can still hear the sound of crows hovering in the sky.

But Concubine Bo likes this result very much, she feels that these little sluts are a lot more settled and diligent. What she wants is a puppet, because only a puppet can do what she wants and not upset her.

After Dong Rong and Jia returned to the palace, they sent someone to check it carefully, and they were relieved to make sure that no one was following them.

Yiba looked at the man next to Dong Rong, and was about to ask, when he saw Ji An looking at Yiba in surprise and leaning over to Yiba, "Your belly is so big and round!" Is there a ball in there? ”

"Hmm...... I don't know. Yiba understood why Dong Rong brought him back, but Ji'an's words made Yiba cry and laugh, and he couldn't answer.

Ji'an clapped his hands and laughed, "It's so stupid, I don't even know what I have in my stomach." ”

After that, he whispered in Yihachi's ear, "I have a fairy in my belly, I have known it since I was a child." ”

"There's a ......"

"Shhh

Before Yiba could say anything, Ji'an was so nervous that she asked her not to say it, and Yiba had to shut up.

However, to the surprise of Yiba and Dong Rong, Ji'an is not ambiguous at all when he learns martial arts, although he does not understand the essentials of Jiayi's lecture very well, but his imitation ability is super strong, as long as Jiayi demonstrates simple moves, Ji'an can imitate them immediately, and even the angle is very accurate. Difficult movements only need to be demonstrated two or three times.

Yiba couldn't help but sigh, "The person chosen by the princess is really right, and he is talented." ”

Dong Rong is also very satisfied with Ji'an's talent, however, "I didn't bring him back because of his talent to let him learn martial arts, but he needs to use it to protect himself." Moreover, the mother of the green bamboo, you haven't seen it, the white hair on one head, the appearance of the oil running out of lights, it really hurts me to see it. I can only let her rest first, and I can't worry about it anymore. ”

Yiba nodded, "If Ji'an has martial arts, he can also protect Luzhu's mother in the future." ”

Every day in the future, I can see the figure of a silly boy in the martial arts training ground of the palace, and he is extremely focused on practice. Although Jia Yi taught him some of the most basic self-defense moves, this silly boy was able to practice what he had learned to the extreme.

And this also gave Jia Yi the idea of teaching him more martial arts, and Jia Yi really wanted to know what kind of difficult martial arts this stupid boy would have more difficulty learning.

Under the domination of such a mentality, the martial arts that Jia Yi handed over to Ji'an became more and more difficult, and Ji'an also learned more and more seriously.

The palace was also at peace, Dawn kept the workshop in good order, and occasionally her father stepped out to help her quietly fix a little mistake, but she still learned a lot. The palace may not have been disturbed by the people of the Maitreya Sect for a long time, and Ji'an's martial arts are becoming more and more powerful, seeing this, except for the two sons who miss him a little, Dong Rong really feels that he has returned to the happiest moment.

The night, as peaceful as ever.

Dong Rong rarely slept with Chenxi, looking at her sleeping daughter by the moonlight, Dong Rong really felt so happy to be a mother.

was pushed aside to rest Murong Huaide, without his wife's body temperature as a stove, all kinds of lovesickness were unbearable, but after all, he slowly entered the dream.

It's just that......

Murong Huaide suddenly opened his eyes and listened carefully to the sounds in the darkness.

Sure enough, there was movement.

But the only thing he can do now is to brake statically.

The stranger's breath was getting closer and closer, and when the stranger's breath was only half a foot away from Murong Huaide's bed, Murong Huaide suddenly got up from the bed, rolled up the quilt with one foot, and kicked it on the man's face.

The quilt covered the man's head, and Murong Huaide turned passive into active, flew up, and rolled up the sword that was set aside on the side.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the strange man in Tsing Yi had already smashed the quilt and came with a long sword.

Murong Huaide instinctively raised his sword to block, and then quickly fought back, every move was in the blink of an eye, and the flow of water did not show a trace. However, Murong Huaide found that the person who was fighting against him today was not an ordinary Maitreya disciple, his martial arts were very sharp, fast and ruthless, and almost all of his moves wanted to take Murong Huaide's life.

What shocked Murong Huaide even more was that this person didn't defend at all, even if Murong Huaide's sword was about to cut his thigh, he didn't care about it at all, and only attacked Murong Huaide's most fatal place.

Such a vicious and spicy move Murong Huaide was taught for the first time, and it also made him a lot of difficulty, although the man in Tsing Yi suffered a lot of injuries on his body, but it did not affect his ruthlessness at all, the long sword flew over, and his body rotated, leaving Murong Huaide with any hesitation.

Murong Huaide changed his strategy, focusing on defense and recuperating his strength, and when the man in green clothes only cared about attacking him, he turned his blade sharply and stabbed the man in the chest.

The man didn't dodge, but changed the attack move, so although Murong Huaide's sword made him hurt a lot and bleed, it didn't kill him.

Murong Huaide suddenly became violent, the man in Tsing Yi had been attacking for a long time, and his body was a little tired, but whenever his body was tired, his brain would also be sluggish.

Murong Huaide was getting faster and faster, but the man in Tsing Yi who was sweating all over was a little unable to keep up, and suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi froze, because a hot feeling came from his soft neck, which was the warmth of the sword after they had fought for a long time, with a scorching tingling sensation.

"Your Maitreya Sect is really quiet." Murong Huaide's cold voice struck, appearing clear and majestic in the silent air.