His voice was flat, but still a little trembling, probably because of the pain, his fingers on the ground subconsciously dug into the ground, and said respectfully and humbly: "The slave has been handed over to several masters several times, and often receives punishments," said this, with some gratitude in his tone, "Jiaojiao saw that the slave was pitiful and asked for it from the nobleman, and the punishment was very small, and the slave was very grateful." ”

"You were injured by her?" Xia Ji saw that it was a whip wound, and most women would use whips as weapons, so he asked.

He paused, "The slave is just an object, and the punishment is naturally up to the master." ”

Xia Ji sighed, "You go down." "The fingers clenched slightly, and I couldn't relax when I pressed it on the bed board for half a day.

She was very unhappy in her heart, this slave was beaten, and she said good things for the person who beat him, and her tone was naturally a little colder.

Feng Lian was angry, so she went to punish the slave, but the slave was willing to eat, how did this make her feel good?

"No." He paused, got up from the ground, and knew that Xia Ji was angry, but he didn't know why, and he didn't dare to look at Xia Ji who was sitting on the bed on the ground, and slowly retreated.

......

Crunch, the door was pushed open.

"Sister." The crisp voice sounded, and Shi'er turned his back to Xia Ji, opened the door, dragging something heavy in his hand, and was tired and sizzling.

Xia Ji took a closer look, this time in half a day, the wheelchair was ready?

"You put it in the ground and push it in, there's wheels." Xia Ji commanded Shi'er, and now the iron-making skills are not yet mature, so she temporarily replaces them with wooden wheels, but she still looks at the wheelchair in front of her with satisfaction.

"Sister, the craftsman didn't do it originally, but he agreed after reading the drawings." Shi'er remembered that the old man's face turned from black to red when he saw the drawings, so he couldn't help but pout.

"He still wants to see you, saying it's the Mo family or something......" Shi'er glanced at Xia Ji, "I ignored him and ran back." ”

Xia Ji nodded, the top priority is to make the wheelchair ready.

Xia Ji dragged his body and sat up, pushing the wheelchair to turn left and right, trying the flexibility of the wheelchair, and praised: "This wheelchair is really good, and the servant is looking for it well." ”

Shi'er was praised, lowered her head shyly, and held her fingers with joy in her heart, revealing the naïve attitude of a girl.

First night.

"You go to sleep!" Feng Lian stuck her waist and squinted at the pedal in front of the bed, she was going to step on Xia Ji tonight, and said gloatingly.

"It's too small." Xia Ji buckled his ears and was indifferent.

"This is my room!" Feng Lian's face began to flush, and her breath was a little uneven.

"You called me." Xia Ji was perfunctory and did not glance at it.

So, Feng Lian held her breath, took a deep breath, controlled her emotions, and said calmly: "Then you go to live in a side room." ”

Xia Ji gave a glance over, "The light is too dark." ”

Feng Lian suddenly felt a pain in her chest, felt that she had dug a big hole for herself, and said with a sullen breath: "Move a bed and sleep here." ”

Xia Ji glanced at the bed: "It's not necessary. ”

"Then what are you going to do?" Feng Lian began to sneer, eager to step forward and kick Xia Ji a few times to relieve her anger.

Xia Ji slowly moved the wheelchair over, supported it with both hands, Lili Suosuo reached out and pulled the bed, Feng Lian's entire bed suddenly fell to the ground, and he made the new mattress with his hand, patted the bed board, and said, "I'll just sleep here." ”

Feng Lian's face turned red and shouted, "Impossible! ”

Xia Ji didn't care, and shook his shoulders: "Then I'll let Watson arrange it." After that, he pushed his wheelchair and was about to go out.

Feng Lian was stunned for a moment, angry, and when she heard Xia Ji calling Mr. by his name, she was even more frightened, and hurriedly said, "You sleep here." ”

Gritting her teeth, inhaling, and clenching her fists, she controlled herself not to pounce, losing her identity as a noble woman, and then looked at Xia Ji lying on the bed, with coldness in her eyes, and then silently turned to the side room to make the bed.

Feng Lian was lying on the bed in the side room only a far away from Xia Ji, looking at the tiles above with her eyes wide open, thinking about how to kill her unconsciously?

Feng Lian turned over and over in trouble, thinking that she couldn't kill a woman with no identity, and she was depressed when she thought of this.

She sat up suddenly, and the conspiracy did not succeed, but now she was angry in her heart, and she rushed out of the door with her feet on the clogs, and the momentum was violent, and there was no shelter at all.

As soon as Feng Lian went out, Xia Ji turned over and sat up, didn't this woman go to find the slave again?

......

"Call you a slut!" Feng Lian looked condescendingly at the slave Thirteen who was kneeling on the ground, and slapped Thirteen's cheek fiercely, leaving no emotion.

Thirteen was expressionless, allowing Feng Lian to beat and scold, and being dragged up and scolded in the middle of the night often happened, and he was already numb and couldn't even feel humiliated.

Feng Lian was puzzled and stepped forward and kicked again, scolding in her mouth: "What are you, a cheap girl with no identity!" Dare to make my dignified Feng noblewoman angry! ”

Thirteen snorted, and the kick hit the old wound on his chest that had not yet healed, but he only shook his body slightly, and continued to kneel on the ground, blood began to ooze from his scarred chest.

Hearing the master scolding like this, Thirteen couldn't help but think of the woman he saw in the afternoon, delicate and dazzling, should have a lively temperament, but the contradiction was indifferent, he was in a trance, and saw a snow-white palm hit his face again, "Smack!" "It's very crisp.

His face suddenly became red and swollen, and his scattered hair was extremely embarrassed, which showed the great strength, but he still hung his head respectfully, maintaining the kneeling posture of a slave and not moving, looking like he was willing to be beaten and scolded.

But he didn't want to, it was this mighty and unyielding posture that angered Feng Lian.

Thinking that she asked for a few slaves from other nobles in Chen State, they all flattered and begged for mercy and patted her on the back, but this has experienced twelve masters to her hands, and the thirteenth master is not begging for mercy or flattery, even if he looks like a human, he is not a slave!

"Does it hurt?" Feng Lian stepped forward and patted Thirteen's face gently, and before she finished speaking, she saw Thirteen shaking her head, her expression was more respectful, not only did she not vent her anger, but she was a little better, "Also, you don't feel pain when your skin is rough and thick, but my hand hurts." ”

After speaking, she walked to the punishment rack and looked at the dazzling array of instruments, as if she was carefully selecting the appropriate punishment tools, she glanced at it a few times, and still pulled out the black whip that seemed to be bloodstained and could not be washed away, and shook it on her back, and a crisp snapping sound sounded in the air.

"It's not me who hurts this time!"

"Smack!" This whip is not like the previous slap, it is crisp and sharp, and the scar on the back quickly penetrates with blood, and the flesh rolls up.

Thirteen was beaten and fell to the ground, his fingers subconsciously picked at the ground soil, and his ten fingers were suddenly muddy, but he just wanted to get up, and a few whips were thrown up in an instant, and he couldn't climb anymore, so he could only crawl on the ground like a dog.

Xia Ji sat quietly in a wheelchair, hidden in the dark, listening to the crisp crackling sound in the bright light, the sharp sound of breaking the air, and the silence was unusual.

It's just that her fingers gently pinched the handle of the wheelchair, the black and white color in her eyes rolled and scattered, and the staggered chessboard was swept by the dark waves in it, scattered, and the chess pieces tumbled to the ground.

But she just sat quietly and watched everything as if she were a bystander.