"Otherwise, if you don't let me, you will let your mother live rather than die." Tong Jia Muzhen snorted coldly and threatened.

"Mu Yun doesn't dare." Tong Jia Muyun lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to her eyes, not daring to distinguish at all.

It's been several years, and her mother has been tormented by Tong Jia Muzhen's medication. As long as she dares to disobey Tong Jia Muzhen at all, she will immediately intensify her torture of her mother.

When he arrived at Prince Zhuang's mansion, Tong Jia Muyun was still low eyebrows, and it was strange that he was pleasing to his eyes.

Even if she lends her a gut, she doesn't dare to disobey Tong Jia Muzhen at all.

But Tong Jia Muyun didn't know that she couldn't avoid the things that had been calculated.

When the little maid lowered her head and came to refill the tea, suddenly a cat broke in. The little maid was unstable, and the tea spilled out, wetting half of Tong Jia Muyun's sleeve.

The little maid panicked, and hurriedly grabbed her wrist with a handkerchief to help her wipe it.

The force of "hiss......" grabbing on her arm was too great, pinching the whiplash on her arm painfully, and she subconsciously gasped.

"What's wrong with you, Seventh Girl? Is your arm burned? Without saying a word, the little maid rolled up her sleeve.

"Ahh She screamed backwards: "No, no, no, I didn't do it, I didn't scald it out with tea, that's not ......"

The terrifying whiplashes, one by one, were very hideous.

The ladies who were chatting in the room all turned their heads to look over here, and a few of them were well-informed, and they glanced at Tong Jia Muzhen with complicated expressions.

Early this morning, in the teahouse tavern vegetable market, some people said that Tong Jia Muzhen whipped her sister Tong Jia Muyun by virtue of her identity as a concubine.

The people of the Gaomen compound went out to buy things, and when they heard the news, they talked about it, and the news spread to the noble house.

In fact, everyone does not believe in the whipping.

Because Tong Jia Muyun is also a draft girl. When the show girls are drafted, they have to check their bodies, and once they find that they have whiplashes on their bodies, this matter will be spread.

Although Tong Jia Muzhen and Tong Jia Muyun have a discordant relationship, they will not be so domineering to the point of whipping.

The people drinking tea and watching the drama in Sijiu City have been discussing this matter all morning.

Unexpectedly, the nobles in Prince Zhuang's mansion who came to participate in the flower viewing party saw the ironclad evidence with their own eyes.

Fools can see that Tong Jia Muyun's arm is a whiplash! There are no scars, but if they are bruised, it will take at least a month to heal.

Manchu people, even if they are concubines, have to be pampered. Tong Jia Muyun was whipped, who beat him?

Thinking of the rumors they heard in the morning, everyone invariably pointed the finger at Tong Jia Muzhen in their hearts.

I heard that in this draft, the emperor wants to choose a side blessing for the eldest brother and the crown prince, and a concubine for the fifth elder brother.

Tong Jia Muzhen is the granddaughter of the national ruler Tong Guowei, and her competitiveness is too strong.

The ladies have their own thoughts in their hearts.

Tong Jia Mu Zhen's seven orifices were smoking, and her face squeezed out innocent surprise and distress: "Oh my God, Seventh Sister, what's wrong with your arm?" Where was this injury? ”

"No, it's okay, I accidentally knocked it myself." Tong Jia Muyun hurriedly put down her sleeves, full of fear. When she goes back, is Tong Jia Muzhen going to torture her mother again?

Seeing Tong Jia Muyun's frightened look, the nobles knew it in their hearts and guessed a few points.

She was too scared to speak.

Tong Jia Muzhen didn't dare to say it, but someone dared to say it.