On the starry night, the wind seemed to be blowing outside, making the windows squeak.

There was no one in the room, only Xue Ling sobbing in a low voice saying that she was wronged.

Feng Caiyue, who was sick, couldn't bear it anymore and whispered: "Enough, Xue Ling, Lan Shuang only suspected that someone used dried fish to lure Xiaohu, but she didn't say anything else... let's leave some last face for each other."

Obviously, Feng Caiyue felt a little uncomfortable.

She didn't expect that Xue Ling, who had been taking care of her for several years, would do such a thing.

Sister Mingzi is so beautiful, she treats people with kindness and kindness, and doesn't even have any airs. She doesn't think of herself because of her beautiful appearance, nor does she feel inferior because of her background. She is an open and interesting person.

When getting along with her, Feng Caiyue felt like the spring breeze and was very comfortable every moment.

Feng Caiyue doesn’t understand why Xue Ling has been targeting her for such a good sister.

Before, she had vaguely noticed something was wrong and had secretly warned Xue Ling.

But, why?

Feng Caiyue looked at Xue Ling with disappointment and sadness.

Xue Ling's face was as white as paper, and she knelt on the ground. The dragon in the room was as warm as spring, but she felt that her hands and feet were cold, as if she fell into a cold cellar.

Feng Jinge bent down, picked up the piece of dried fish, looked carefully, and looked up at Feng Caiyue: "In the kitchen, the remaining fresh ingredients of the day are usually made into salted fish or dried fish. The fish used by Lanshuang picked up by the fish used should be the goods that had just been purchased in the kitchen recently." He paused and said lightly, "Just ask the kitchen..."

He didn't say anything, and saw Xue Ling's whole spirit as if she had been pulled away, and he was stunned.

She raised her head crying, her voice hoarse, and she heard that it was not much better than the seriously ill Feng Caiyue: "Young Master... I know my mistake, I beg you for your sake. I have been serving the lady for so many years, so I will spare me this time."

Feng Jinge lowered his head and looked at Xue Ling on the ground, and suddenly sneered, and his peach blossom eyes were filled with coldness: "Working to serve Caiyue with all your heart and soul, that's what you should do, not the bargaining chips you can take out to avoid disasters and bargaining now."

Anger appeared on his face, "What's more, as a maid, you have been trying to murder your master again and again. Now you have the face to say mercy to spare you? Haha! I'm delusional!"

The last little swaying light in Xue Ling's eyes seemed to be extinguished after a flash.

Her whole body trembled slightly. She opened her mouth and wanted to tell Feng Jinge that all she did was for him. But Feng Jinge had completely lost his patience and ignored her. He turned to look at Feng Caiyue: "Caiyue, Xueling is your eldest maid, what are you going to do?"

Feng Caiyue bit her lower lip, but in anger, the most confusion was at a loss.

She looked at Xue Ling blankly: "Xue Ling, I want to know why..."

Xue Ling's shoulders swayed slightly and sobbed in a low voice: "Miss, please forgive me for this incident. It was because I was delusional. Seeing that the young master was approaching Miss Ruan... I really didn't intend to hurt the lady. If the lady spared me this time, I would be grateful and would never dare to have any other thoughts. I would do my best to serve the lady..."

Feng Jinge had long been speculating in his heart, and he was not surprised to hear Xue Ling say this.

However, Feng Caiyue seemed to be shocked by Xue Ling's words. Her lips were slightly dry and she couldn't speak for a long time.

The room was filled with the crying sounds of snow spirits.

After a while, Feng Caiyue lowered her eyes and said hoarsely: "You can't keep such a maid. Brother, please tell me and my mother, find someone to come and sell it out of the house."

She pulled the quilt up, covered her head, and felt depressed, "I'm sleepy and don't want to worry about this anymore."

Feng Jinge sighed in his heart, his sister is still too kind.

According to the Daxing Law, a servant who sells his death contract but still wants to murder the master's family will not be held accountable even if he is beaten to death by the master's family.

Especially, this Xue Ling had thoughts about him that he shouldn't have.

If he spared such a maid easily, then the people below will follow suit in the future and make the Fengfu scattered?

One must be killed to warn a hundred to serve as a warning to others.

Feng Jinge made up his mind and touched Feng Caiyue's hair through the quilt, and said warmly: "You should rest. Don't think too much about the things around you. After you have your body well, I will take you to Tianyi Pavilion to pick up new clothes. Don't you want to go to the little princess's birthday party with Miss Ruan? You have to dress up beautifully."

Feng Caiyue is still a child after all. When Feng Jinge talked about buying clothes and birthday banquets, although he was still in a low mood, he still couldn't help but feel a little longing.

At least she was not so depressed anymore. She nodded in the quilt and responded hoarsely, "I know."

Feng Jinge was satisfied and gave a wink to his left and right. The guard quickly stuffed a rag into Xue Ling's mouth, who was about to cry, and dragged it out.

The night is as dark as ink, and the north wind is as cold as a knife.

All the servants of the Feng family who were not on duty in front of the master were called to this wide yard.

The Feng family is not like the famous nobles and nobles, and even if they include half of the master, Aunt Feng, there are only five and a half masters.

The Feng family’s servants are not as numerous as others.

But even so, the servants everywhere stood shoulder to shoulder and half of the yard.

The yard is brightly lit, and large lanterns are lit on every corner, so that everyone can see the person who is being put down on the stool in the center of the yard.

Xue Ling is a big celebrity in Feng Mansion. The little maid below, even in Mrs. Feng's yard, would respectfully shout "Sister Xue Ling" when she saw Xue Ling.

At this moment, he was pressed to the tortured bench by two stout women without any face...

Many people took a breath.

What exactly happened?

In the huge yard, no one dared to speak out.

Feng Jinge's long entourage walked out of the side without a word of nonsense, and told what Xue Ling did.

If you just sucked in a cold air, your liver and gallbladder will be trembling now.

Is this Xue Ling girl a slutty mind?!

How nice Miss Caiyue is to her, she has repeatedly attacked Miss Caiyue?!

Everyone was shocked.

Then, looking at Feng Jinge's Changsui, representing Feng Jinge, he announced his treatment of Xue Ling to everyone.

He beat the thirty boards and then sold them out of the house.

Everyone was silent.

After hearing this, Xue Ling struggled violently.

It was cold this day, and if she had thirty pounds, she would not have life!

Whatever you sell out of the mansion, I guess you can only throw it out of the mansion in a roll of straw mat!

The two stout women next to them were ready to press Xue Ling tightly.

An old woman whispered to Xueling: "Miss Xueling, be content! Others beat the board in public and they have to take off their pants! The young master is already holding back enough! If you move around again, we two old guys will have to give up and peel off your pants!"
Chapter completed!