Before Hexiang could react, several maids standing around had already rushed up to hold Hexiang tightly, and I don't know who kicked Hexiang's calf fiercely, directly stepping on the muddy ground, and then "snapped", and the crisp slap sound resounded between the nobles.

The noble lady who leisurely enjoyed the servant maid's service did not even want to look at the lotus fragrance kneeling on the ground, as if her life was nothing more than an ant.

What about the princess's handmaiden?

The princess can still look at her noble status and humble a few shares, but you, a lowly maidservant, dare to bully her head.

If this doesn't teach her a lesson, I wonder if anyone will be able to go wild on her head in the future.

It was the first time for Baoyue to see this kind of scene, and she didn't know what to do for a while, so she gritted her teeth and rushed directly to protect Hexiang, for fear that her sister, who had always loved her, would be beaten up by this group of noble girls.

But Baoyue is just one person, and she is not as ruthless as this group of servant girls who secretly play black hands.

Silver-faced stood beside him with a sword, his thin lips were light, and it seemed that the screams next to him were a little unbearable for him, but when he thought of his master explaining his affairs, the hilt of the sword held in his hand was pushed out of the scabbard by his fingers little by little, but it was pressed back in a flash.

Cycle.

Before Yinmian could think clearly, Nanshan Villa was again a sound of horses' hooves, and his cheeks were red and swollen when he was pressed to the ground, and his eyes were stained with tears, and he looked up from the mud to the master who was rushing towards them in the distance, and the originally suppressed cry was like the tide of the embankment, which could not be suppressed.

"Who told you to do it? This is Nanshan Villa, one or two, what does it look like? ”

Liang Cisheng gritted her teeth and looked at the chaos in the field, she saw from a distance that the loyal Hexiang in her previous life was pressed to the ground and beaten hard, and her left chest throbbed, as if a knife had scraped off layers of flesh from her body, and she held on to her breath, and the whip in her hand made the ground rattle.

If it is smoked on a person's body, no less than a piece of meat is lucky.

The noble maid who was still noisy at the beginning, was silent at this time.

The servant girl who had just pressed the person to the ground also quietly stretched her hand back, and even began to quietly retreat back, unwilling to rush in front as a punching bag.

Liang Cisheng had a cold face, wind. The clothes on his body still have traces of being scratched by the branches, and he looks embarrassed.

Hexiang was prostrate on the ground, and she didn't know that she was deeply cut into the flesh by that ruthless slut with her long nails, and it was bloody.

Liang Cisheng looked at it and knew that this wound would leave a scar in the future.

Where is this the palace maid who taught her? This was clearly to give her a dismount, and he slapped her in the face directly.

"Lotus incense! Hexiang, how are you? Baoyue, who was held down, hurriedly rushed up to protect Hexiang, her innocent and immature face was covered with tears, and her eyes stared fiercely at the person who had shot the most ruthlessly before.

"Who just shot my man? Nanshan Villa has no rules at all now? You can beat people as much as you want? Indiscriminate? Liang Cisheng's gaze circled around the courtyard.

In her previous life, she was locked up in Northern Chu by Chu Zhuxu, and she didn't learn anything else, and she really learned ten out of ten things about looking at people's faces.

Who is the mastermind and who is in line, these noble ladies who live in Shangjing and have little contact with outsiders are naturally difficult to hide their emotions.