Feng Xiaoxiao's last memory was still stuck on the fleeting bright red, and she didn't realize that she was no longer the beautiful woman waiting for the candles in the cave room at this moment.

Could it be that this girl has been beaten in the head, and she doesn't know anyone? Chunya was shocked, her mouth opened slightly, and her eyes were like copper bells. After thinking about it, he trotted to Luo Ruxue's side, leaned close to her ear and told the truth.

"Hmph, pretending to be stupid, I didn't learn it from Fu Qiaoying's master, on weekdays, Mu Na is silent, as soon as he sees Xianggong, his lips are like honey, and Xianggong runs to Liuyingju every night, this is better, the master and servant serve the master, she is not ashamed, I am ashamed, and I don't know what unsightly means this pair of prodigal goods have played behind their backs!"

Since she accidentally miscarried last year, Yun An has been staying overnight in Liuyingju on the grounds that she is unwell, and she has not been close to her for a long time, but now it has been half a year, and her body has long recovered as before, and she has not seen him come to Luoxue Xuan, and she has been bewitched by the master and servant. The more Luo Ruxue thought about it, the more she hated, she got up and came to Feng Xiaoxiao's side with a menacing attitude, squatted down, stretched out a pair of slender and white fingers, and clasped her sharpened chin.

The peach-blossom-like lips are thin and appropriate, and the eyes are deeply sunken because of excessive emaciation, but the thick ink-like pupils are still as translucent as jade, adding a bit of fortitude to her gray-colored slap face!

Feng Xiaoxiao felt Luo Ruxue's hand painted with bright red dankou moving from top to bottom on her face, and finally stopped at her chin tightly interlocked, her sharp nails were like a delicate embroidered dagger, there was no flesh and skin everywhere she went, but it was full of pain, and what was even more difficult to ignore was her amorous peach blossom eyes, which burst out with disgust and hatred at this moment......

"Who are you, and what is the purpose of arresting me?"

Feng Xiaoxiao really couldn't think of a suspect, so she had to ask out loud again, Luo Ruxue was startled by her appearance of not being afraid of looking directly, but then she laughed out loud! The fingers pinching Feng Xiaoxiao's chin became harder and harder, feeling the moist and hot temperature coming from the slightly cool fingertips, she smiled more proudly, and looked at Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes even more gloomy.

"Don't you plan to pretend to be stupid anymore? Shen Xingchen, but also, as Fu Qiaoying's dowry girl, she also dared to climb into the master's bed, how could such a person be a Muna person, is this your real face?"

Who is Shen Xingchen?

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the things in front of her in a daze, strange places, strange people, and said inexplicable words, but the disdainful smile of the people in front of her was telling her that she was the marriage girl Shen Xingchen who loved to climb the bed in her mouth.

"I didn't!"

I'm not Shen Xingchen! I'm Feng Xiaoxiao, Feng Xiaoxiao of Red Maple Villa, am I dreaming, but the pain in my body can be felt clearly.

What's going on here?

Do you start pretending to be stupid again! Luo Ruxue snorted coldly at Feng Xiaoxiao, who was in a daze, let go of her fingers, stood up, took out a moon-white handkerchief from her cuff and wiped the red between her fingers, and with a wave of her arm, the square brocade handkerchief fluttered and fell on Feng Xiaoxiao's back, dotted with stars.

"Ya'er, this young grandmother Shen is afraid that she has amnesia, you have to put some effort into making her reminisce!"

Chunya understood, and muttered a few words in the ear of the girl next to her, and the girl came back soon after leaving for a while, with a black crockpot the size of a wine bottle in her hand. Chunya dragged the crockpot into Feng Xiaoxiao and smiled leisurely.

"This is the chili oil that Master Liu only refined today, what do you say will happen if you sprinkle it on the wound!"

Everyone looked at each other, looking at Feng Xiaoxiao in silence, Feng Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, looked back at the smiling face like a spring flower, and her body involuntarily began to tremble and tremble. Such a vicious master and servant, no matter what wrong things this Shen Xingchen has done, he will not be tortured like this! No matter what the truth of the matter is, the most important thing now is to solve the problem in front of him. This chili oil tastes no better than salt!

Chunya gave Luo Ruxue the meaning of the idea, and she has gradually walked in with chili oil!

Looking at the spring buds that were gradually approaching, Feng Xiaoxiao's gray face was even whiter, almost transparent.

The whole body is soft and weak, especially the wound on the back that has just been eroded by salt, the stinging pain is very great, if you pour the chili oil into the wound again, you will definitely die or be disabled. Feng Xiaoxiao bit her red lip and moved her slender arm desperately!

"Little cheap hoof, I don't want to think about my identity, and I dare to go against my young lady, look at your current appearance, even if you throw it to a beggar, they may not dare to look at you more!

Chunya shook the object in his hand lightly and then tilted it slightly, Feng Xiaoxiao looked up at the chili oil that was about to tilt out, and rolled with his left hand to support the ground, and at the same time, the stone in the palm of his right hand broke out of the air and hit the crockpot accurately.

The strength is far from one-tenth of Feng Xiaoxiao's previous state, but it is enough to break through the clay pot.

Everything is in the blink of an eye. The stunned crowd didn't see Feng Xiaoxiao's small movements at all, only heard the sound of the crockpot bursting, followed by the woman's mournful cry for help.

The pungent smell of chili oil filled everyone's noses, making people want to sneeze unconsciously. Feng Xiaoxiao sat half-sitting on the ground with her right hand! The crockpot burst, the chili oil splashed in all directions, and the girls who were closer to the surrounding area were stained with stars, but Chunya was sad, and a piece of red oil flowed from head to toe, because the incident happened suddenly, Chunya didn't have time to close her eyes, and the hot stinging sensation had eroded her eyes, she subconsciously reached out to rub it, but she only felt that her eyes were painful, as if they had been gouged out of their eyes. Hopeless to save herself, she could only convey the signal for help to Luo Ruxue, Chunya couldn't see the road, stumbled forward, and screamed even more miserably.

"Miss, help, madam, help, Chunya is dying!"

Chunya was covered in red, and her appearance looked both embarrassed and pitiful. Luo Ruxue hurriedly got up from the soft collapse and avoided the approach of the spring buds far away.

"What the hell is going on? It's not for you to greet that, how did you make yourself look like this!"

"The slave doesn't know what's going on, the crockpot in her hand suddenly exploded by herself, Miss, for the sake of Chunya's dedication to serving Miss for so many years, save me, save Chunya, please......"

Chunya suddenly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

Broken by yourself, such a coincidence?

Luo Ruxue looked at Chunya, turned her head, and stopped her suspicious gaze on the face of Feng Xiaoxiao, who was sitting quietly over there.

Feng Xiaoxiao was calm, looking at all this coldly, and a thin layer of cold sweat had already appeared on her gray and blue forehead.

Sympathy, or guilt, but if not, that person will never hesitate to do this to himself!

"You fox, what kind of magic are you playing?" Luo Ruxue suddenly approached Feng Xiaoxiao when she was out of her mind, raised her hand and slapped her. Feng Xiaoxiao's body deviated, and she felt a mouth full of fishy sweetness. It had used all her strength to throw stones to dodge just now, Feng Xiaoxiao's body was weak, and she had fallen on the grass, her eyes became heavier, and she saw a pair of blue Buyun boots in a hazy way, with intricate patterns embroidered with gold threads around them, which was very good-looking!

"Young Master Yun, Jia Mou has watched this good show when he first arrived!

The voice is mellow and slightly magnetic, even though it is so close, it seems ethereal. It must be an immortal! Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't resist the pain and tiredness of her body, and fell into a deep sleep!