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Mrs. Wang didn't want to look at the son in front of her anymore, she was afraid that she couldn't help but beat him.

Da Zhou rules the world with filial piety, this crime of unfilial piety, she didn't dare to let Wang Ziyang carry it.

Coming out of Mrs. Wang's courtyard, Wang Ziyang's face suddenly turned cold, and he looked at the courtyard corridor.

As soon as the year passed, although the weather was still a little cold, it was warmer than a few days ago.

Who is it that wants to kill Wang Ziqi?

Who is it that wants to put the royal family to death?

Wang Ziyang asked himself secretly in his heart.

"Who are the slaves who served the young lady yesterday?"

The servant replied, "The slave has ordered someone to be detained in the backyard and is being interrogated." ”

"I'll try it myself."

As soon as he thought that there was a person in this mansion who wanted to put his Wang family to death, Wang Ziyang felt very uneasy.

When Wang Ziyang came to the backyard, these subordinates were being executed. The minions who served Wang Ziqi yesterday, whether they were girls or Xiao Si, were beaten to the ground.

A standing chair and a small table fell in the middle of the courtyard, and Wang Ziyang sat on the chair with a gloomy face.

The subordinates quickly brought tea to Wang Ziyang, and the smell of blood in the courtyard was mixed with a little fragrance of tea.

"Whoever your master is, let me give you a good death." Without waiting for Wang Ziyang to speak, the housekeeper of the Wang family asked.

"The little people don't know anything." A little guy roared.

Wang Ziqi is gone, and he is not dead, so he will not kill all of these minions.

"Don't know anything?" Wang Ziyang looked at this man with a cold gaze.

"We have told Miss that Liangzhou is the capital and cannot ride a horse, but Miss herself has to ride that horse."

As soon as the little girl's voice fell, the other tortured people also hurriedly echoed, "The eldest lady's temper, the young master doesn't know it." She wants to ride a war horse, and no one can persuade her. ”

"yes...... Young master, we have all persuaded the young lady well. ”

Wang Ziyang sneered, raised his hand and patted it, "This is the subordinate of my palace, this is the first time I have heard that the disappearance of the master is the master's own fault." Now that you're hurt, do you want me to apologize to you? ”

"Minions don't dare!"

"It's the minions who don't take good care of it."

"It's the minions' fault."

……

The Wang family is a general, and the family style is strict, but the control of subordinates is far less stringent than that of other families. Since the Wang family released the right to defend the White Tiger Pass alone in Beijing 20 years ago, they have not been in Liangzhou for a long time. It can be said that the subordinates of the palace are better off than all the subordinates of the dignitaries in the capital.

"These subordinates are living too comfortably, so much so that they forget their identity as slaves." Wang Ziyang's entourage, Wang Wei, snorted coldly.

The housekeeper knelt in front of Wang Ziyang, lowered his head and said, "It's negligence in discipline, please punish the young master."

"You're to be punished." Wang Ziyang said, "However, now is not the time to punish you, get up and continue the trial." ”

"Thank you, young master."

Wang Ziyang stretched out his hand and pointed to the little guy who spoke first, then he didn't say anything, lowered his head, picked up the teacup and didn't drink, just swayed.

The butler said, "Keep fighting." ”

The sound of "pop" whipping sounded again, and the little guy screamed in pain a few times and fainted. With a bucket of salt water under the forest, the person who had fainted from pain woke up in pain again. After a few back and forth, the little guy was already dying.