Exiting from the lobby, Qing Mang angrily put the silver in his pocket and walked towards the side courtyard.

"Nasty! Decaying God! Qingmang muttered quietly, kicking the stones on the road angrily.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear a woman's whimpering cry and a muffled man's reprimand.

Qingmang took a few steps back, pricked up his ears and listened, there was indeed a woman's cry, accompanied by the sound of begging for mercy.

Curiosity haunted him, Qingmang quietly touched it.

What I saw was the burly figure of the steward, and the woman in front of him was petite, and was tightly blocked by his figure.

"Please, Lord Steward, spare me......" the woman sobbed, desperately holding back her voice as she could hear it.

"Xiaohua, I really like you, you just follow me." But the tone of the steward's voice was not kind at all.

"My lord, I ...... My parents are old, and they are waiting for me to stay in the palace for two years and go out to serve them......"

"Less verbose! I can see that you are your family burning high incense! ”

Qingmang also heard that the manager of the stables is a beginner's son-in-law, and he will definitely not be allowed to marry a concubine, it seems that he wants to spoil Xiaohua.

"Smack!" The steward slapped Xiaohua in the face.

"Crying and crying, ruining the master's interest, hurry up!" The steward finally got tired of it and began to tear her clothes while pushing Xiaohua against the wall.

Qingmang listened to several footsteps behind her, but no one came around like this.

It seems that this stableman has always been rampant and domineering, and no one dares to take care of it, not for the first time.

"My lord, I beg ......" Xiaohua didn't finish speaking, followed by another slap.

Qingmang touched behind the manager and shouted, "Boss! ”

Frightened, the steward's manager turned back in fright, and when he saw that it was Qingmang, he immediately looked angry.

"Get out!"

is so concise and to the point, but Qingmang is not.

"Boss, the little one wants to ask you about horse racing." Qingmang simply walked around between the two.

When Xiaohua saw that someone was coming, she immediately took two steps back and re-tied the clothes torn by the steward.

The steward was furious, his face was red all the way to the base of his neck, and he stepped forward and grabbed Qingmang's collar: "Are you really stupid or fake stupid!" ”

Qingmang blinked: "Boss, I don't understand what you mean." ”

At this time, the only way to relieve anger is to beat violently!

The steward raised his fist and smashed it into Qingmang's eyes.

The chief steward was tall and burly, and his fists were the size of half of his face.

Qingmang completely suppressed the hippie smile, and when the fist wind was about to sweep in front of her eyes, she raised her palm to catch the punch.

Originally, the manager of the stables thought that he would be able to beat this little chick in minutes, but he didn't expect that through her thin palm, his fist could not advance by half a minute.

The corners of Qingmang's lips tugged: "Boss, your fist seems to be a little weak." ”

This is the first time that someone has humiliated him like this in Yi Wangqiu, and the manager wants to teach this kid a lesson today.

Seeing that Xiaohua had tears in the corners of her eyes, staring blankly at the two people who were scuffling in front of her, Qingmang shouted: "Why don't you go quickly?!" ”

Xiaohua came back to her senses and left in a hurry.

The manager of the stables understands that this kid is here to stir up the situation on purpose!

The two of you scuffled back and forth, Qingmang was full of kung fu, not afraid at all, although she was small, but her strength was big, and the manager didn't take advantage of it at all, but took several beatings.

"Boss, the butler is looking for you." The doglegs hurriedly ran over, and they were stunned when they saw the two of them.

The steward wiped the blood from his lips and walked away with a cold snort.