As he spoke in his mouth and slapped his hands, he still couldn't understand his hatred. He just felt that the more he beat him, the more pleasure he felt. His daughter and slave Xiaochun were no longer in front of him, leaving only the bitch who was dressed brightly, could play the piano, act coquettishly, and please her husband.
Woman, she has only one thought, she wants to tear the woman in front of her to pieces and wipe this woman completely away from her eyes!
Thinking about it, she pounced on her, using her hands and feet to pinch, twist, and kick her. Xian Zijian never expected that her mother would attack so viciously. For a moment, she was so confused that she even forgot to protect herself.
Xiaochun was also frightened and was stunned. Mrs. Xian started beating Xian Zijian like crazy. Xian Zijian, who was slightly thin, was completely helpless. Her hair was scattered, her clothes were torn, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and she was in an extremely miserable state.
It was not far from the courtyard where Wanqing lived, and there was no one else in the courtyard of the Xian Mansion. The sound quickly spread into the courtyard and fell on Wanqing's ears, but it was not too real and was mixed with the harsh chirping of cicadas.
"Go and see what's going on outside?" Wanqing said impatiently, "It's such a hot weather. If you don't stay in the room to escape the heat, this slave who is so idle that his skin hurts has caused trouble again. It's troublesome to wake up the master.
." As he said this, he put his hands on the strings of the piano and spent time making out with Xian Boteng. It was really not as interesting as playing the piano.
The servant next to him responded and walked out of the door. He stood for a while and then hurriedly came back. He said with a panicked expression: "Auntie, the eldest lady is going crazy and is beating the second young lady. It looks like she is going to die."
Beat me, I'm frightening this slave to death." As he said this, he put his hands on his chest, and his face was so panicked that it didn't look like he was pretending.
Wanqing smiled and said in disbelief: "After all, she is her biological daughter, so she can do it? It's just because Miss Xian Er failed to invite her father, so I also gave her a beating.
Close the door, make me a new pot of tea, and ignore them."
The servant paused for a moment and was about to turn around to make tea when he said hesitantly: "Auntie, this slave doesn't look like a fake beating. It's similar to when you were punished when you were a child learning the piano from your master, and when you were punished by Xiaochun who served Mrs. Xian.
I was trembling with fear. I heard from the old man in the house that Xiaochun has been serving Mrs.
"Ignore it, her purpose is to wake up the master." Wan Qing snorted, "Even if someone is killed, it is still the scandal of the Xian family, and it has nothing to do with me!"
Seeing Wanqing's face showing displeasure, the servant didn't dare to say anything more and immediately took the teapot to make tea.
The sound outside suddenly stopped, and Wanqing smiled. Although she was married for the first time, she left home to study piano when she was young. She also worked in teahouses, restaurants, and even brothels. What kind of difficult master has she never seen?
It’s just Mrs. Xian, but she has some power in her natal family and has given birth to a son for the Xian family. If she wants to play this trick of crying, making trouble and hanging herself, she is really trying to trick her!
Just as she was about to continue playing the piano, suddenly, a different tone of voice came from outside, "Miss! Madam!" The voice seemed to be forced out of her throat, hoarse and sharp, which startled Wanqing, followed by a clang.
Hearing this, he turned his head and saw that the teapot in his slave's hand had fallen to the ground, and he was staring blankly in the direction of the door. He was probably startled by this sound.