"I heard Zhan Dalang also went to take the exam," the young wife in the courtyard asked in a low voice.
Shan Wazi's mother nodded. Since Xiao Yu had become successful, the Zhan family in the old house now kept to themselves, no more involved with the Li family than any ordinary relative. Only Zhan Laoda still provided an allowance for their upkeep.
"I heard Wen Cheng say that the first exam was on the supplementary list, and he didn't pass the second one," Shan Wazi's mother said. She had a good relationship with the Li family and now held some status in the village.
"So, studying requires not only talent but also diligence and hard work. Dalang has studied for so many years, but the total time he's spent is still less than Xiao Yu's."
"Yes, I asked Sister Li. Xiao Yu really gets up before dawn and doesn't sleep until it's completely dark, sleeping less than three hours a day." The young wife thought of her own son, who was still nursing. No matter how much she loved him, she would have to be ruthless and make him study in the future.
Aunt Pang couldn't help but sigh, "The old saying goes, 'Only those who endure the bitterest of hardships can rise above others.' From now on, don't spoil the children. No matter how hard or tiring these few years of studying are, it's better than digging in the fields for a lifetime."
Everyone understood this simple truth. Studying was hard, but it was only hard for a decade or two. Being a farmer meant a lifetime of hardship! Even if a child lacked talent, after studying, they could become a small manager in a workshop or an accountant in the county, which was better than toiling in the fields.
"Xiao Yu is back," the children eating candy outside the door shouted happily.
They might not understand the purpose of achieving official status, but their families could eat meat every few days, wear new clothes, and the peddlers who came to the village would have copper coins to buy candy. And all of this was thanks to Zhan Feiyu. Even though the children were young, they remembered what they heard.
"Sister Xiao Yu, you're back."
"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, your clothes are so beautiful."
"Ah, Sister Xiao Yu is giving out candy..."
The excited shouts of the children filled the air. Zhan Feiyu patted the heads of a few three or four-year-old children. He Sheng brought out two large bags of candy and began distributing them.
Zhan Feiyu was not surprised to see villagers outside and inside the house offering congratulations. The kitchen was also filled with food sent by the villagers. There were many eggs, several chickens, and even a few fish in a bucket. This was even after the elder patriarch and village head had instructed the villagers not to send gifts, otherwise, there would have been more valuable pastries and fabrics.
"Thank you, uncles and aunts. I have eaten at home and need to return to the farm to study. I will be participating in the prefectural examination in April..." Zhan Feiyu's smile was starting to feel stiff. The villagers were simple and enthusiastic, but she was a bit overwhelmed.
"Alright, alright, your intentions are good enough. Everyone go home and cook. The whole family is hungry." The village head had to raise his voice to help persuade them. Even if they were to celebrate, it would be after the academy examination, when the village would surely hold a feast.
The villagers did not dare to delay Zhan Feiyu's time. They left with the children who were eating candy, talking in twos and threes, but still talking about Zhan Feiyu. They also mentioned how to guide their own naughty children, as Zhan Feiyu, however outstanding, was still someone else's child.
As the crowd dispersed, the house finally quieted down.
"Good child, studying is important, but you must also take care of your health," the elder patriarch looked at the beautiful Zhan Feiyu with loving eyes. With such bearing, who would have thought Xiao Yu came from a humble farm family?
The elder patriarch couldn't help but recall two years ago. At that time, Xiao Yu was only a little fairer than the village girls and a bit cuter.
But after entering school, her demeanor had completely changed. Especially her eyes, clear and bright, yet they exuded a scholar's noble authority, making it impossible for anyone to offend her.
"Great-grandfather, I understand," Zhan Feiyu nodded obediently and personally escorted the elder patriarch and a few others out of the courtyard. After all, it was only the county examination, and offering congratulations was enough. Making a big fuss would seem imprudent.
With the outsiders gone, Li Shi and Zhan Laoda were both happy and worried. No one had inquired about Feng Er's death yet, but it was like a great sword hanging over their heads. The couple was worried.
"Mother, don't worry. Feng Er's death won't cause any trouble. Magistrate Chen has already investigated and found that his death has nothing to do with Father," Zhan Feiyu reassured the couple.
Qin Shi remained inactive. Zhan Feiyu guessed she planned to make a move when she went for the prefectural examination. There was still more than a month before the prefectural examination, and Zhan Feiyu did not intend to passively defend herself.
Given Qin Shi's ruthless and vicious methods, if she was not dealt with, there would be endless trouble in the future. The Qin and Tong families' revenge would only target Zhan Feiyu and would not involve Li Shi and Zhan Laoda.
This was not because the two families were benevolent, but because they knew that even if Li Shi and Zhan Laoda died, it would only enrage Zhan Feiyu and have no substantial effect. To put it bluntly, without the couple, Zhan Feiyu would have fewer burdens.
However, Qin Shi was a woman of the inner chambers, and her thinking was different. If Li Shi and her husband had an accident, Zhan Feiyu would definitely be sad, self-blaming, and in pain. No matter how well she lived in the future, this would always be an unhealed wound in her heart. Qin Shi's goal of revenge would be achieved.
"Is it really alright?" Zhan Laoda's dark face finally showed a relaxed expression when Zhan Feiyu nodded.
"That's good, that's good," Li Shi also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, they were ordinary people. The thought of having a life on their conscience made them restless at night.
The next morning, Zhan Feiyu left Jinlin Village for the county school, partly to share the good news and partly for Tan Min's death.
The county examination lasted more than half a month from the start to the announcement of the results, but it did not have much impact on the students of the county school. They were preparing for the autumn imperial examination in August, with only five months left at most.
In the Sansheng Hall, not only Zhao Jiaoyu was waiting, but also Fu Zi Dou and Fu Zi Niu came over after assigning homework.
Zhan Feiyu was now a student of the county school. Her achievement as the county's top scholar might not be much, but if she could continue to be the best in the prefectural and academy examinations, it would be a "minor triple crown," the glory of the entire Shangsi County.
"Jiaoyu, Fuzi," Zhan Feiyu first bowed and greeted them, then smiled mischievously, "Did I shame the Fuzis?"
"Scholar Gu was the top scholar in six subjects." Fu Zi Dou, who was usually serious, still spoke with a tone of admonishment even though he was happy. "The prefectural and academy examinations are full of talented people. You are intelligent and diligent, but you have only been studying for two years. Children from noble families start their education at four or five years old and have been studying for at least ten years. Do not be arrogant or complacent!"
"Yes, I will strictly follow your teachings, Fuzi." Zhan Feiyu's attitude was sincere.
Fu Zi Niu glanced at the stern and serious Fu Zi Dou and disagreed, "I dare not speak for other students, but Xiao Yu is more composed than us."
"You flatter me, Fuzi. A swift horse can't leap ten steps; a slow horse that travels ten days achieves through perseverance. I have talent, and so do others," Zhan Feiyu replied. After all, having lived two lives, if she were truly like a seven or eight-year-old child, she would have found a tofu to smash herself to death.
Zhao Jiaoyu stroked his beard and smiled, "That's right. The way of studying lies in perseverance."
Zhan Feiyu indeed had talent, but among those who participated in the imperial examinations, who was not intelligent? It was a process of elimination, and only the best of the best remained. A county top scholar was indeed not much.
Since the county school still had regular classes, after Fu Zi Dou and Fu Zi Niu left, Zhao Jiaoyu beckoned Zhan Feiyu to sit down. "The prefectural examination is in just over a month, and then there's the academy examination. Fu Zi Dou and the others are busy with the autumn examination in August. Starting tomorrow, you will come directly to Sansheng Hall to study."
After all, the teaching progress was different. It was fine to attend classes together before, and Zhan Feiyu could keep up with the progress, even surpassing some students.
But with the autumn examination approaching, the content taught by Fu Zi Dou and the others would change and become more targeted. Zhan Feiyu also needed to prepare for the prefectural and academy examinations, so attending classes together would be inappropriate. Zhao Jiaoyu had already discussed with Fu Zi Dou and the others and planned to teach Zhan Feiyu separately.
"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Jiaoyu and Fuzi." Zhan Feiyu quickly expressed her gratitude. Thinking of what she needed to say, she hesitated a little.
She picked up her teacup and then put it down again. Zhao Jiaoyu, having lived so many years, naturally saw Zhan Feiyu's hesitation at a glance and couldn't help but smile, "Whatever you have to say, just say it."
Standing up, Zhan Feiyu, with a solemn expression, roughly explained the matter of Feng Er.
"I have also heard about this from Magistrate Chen. If the people do not accuse, the officials will not investigate. Feng Er's body was buried by the yamen. According to reason, this case is already closed." Zhao Jiaoyu had specifically asked Magistrate Chen earlier, fearing that someone would use this to attack Zhan Feiyu.
Fortunately, the yamen's coroner had secretly examined the body and recorded it. Of course, to the outside world, Feng Er died of a heart condition, an accident. Even if someone were to open the coffin for examination in the future, the bruises on the body would have long disappeared, so there would be no complications.
"Jiaoyu, after Feng Er died, my teacher asked the Imperial Guards to examine the body as well. Although Feng Er died of a heart condition, the root cause was that someone had administered medication that triggered his heart condition." Zhan Feiyu could not directly mention Yin Wuyan, but fortunately, she had Scholar Gu as a teacher.
Scholars cherished their reputation. Scholar Gu's caution actually showed his regard and protection for Zhan Feiyu as his disciple. Zhao Jiaoyu couldn't help but ask, "Who is the murderer?"
"Qin Shi, the wife of Wan Yunhao." As soon as Zhan Feiyu said this, she saw the surprise and confusion in Zhao Jiaoyu's eyes, as expected.
Years ago, Wan Yunhao had become a disciple of the Qin family and married Qin Shi, which indirectly led to the death of Zhao Jiaoyu's granddaughter, Tan Min. While there was indeed hatred, Zhao Jiaoyu had never thought of seeking revenge, but only severed ties with Wan Yunhao, his diligently taught student, from then on.
As for Qin Shi, Zhao Jiaoyu had never blamed her, so he was genuinely shocked when Zhan Feiyu mentioned her.
After a while, Zhao Jiaoyu's expression became solemn. "Could it be because of Wan Yunhao's death?"
Although the direct murderer who poisoned Wan Yunhao was Liu Jian, the fuse was Zhan Feiyu. If Qin Shi held a grudge against Zhan Feiyu and sought revenge, it would be understandable.
"Yes and no," Zhan Feiyu did not hide anything and explained the information that Chongguang had investigated about Qin Shi. "Although Qin Shi hid behind the scenes, she was ambitious. After Wan Yunhao's death, she had no hope of controlling the Qin family."
It could even be said that Qin Shi had been abandoned by the Qin family. A widow who could only uphold her chastity would naturally be abandoned by the Qin family. If it were a marriage of equal status and they had two children, the Qin family might have maintained some ties.
But Wan Yunhao came from a humble background. After his death, Qin Shi and their two children had no value. Her revenge was not only because of Wan Yunhao's death but also stemmed from her anger and unwillingness.
Although Zhao Jiaoyu had lived a long life and experienced Wan Yunhao's betrayal, after hearing Zhan Feiyu's words, Zhao Jiaoyu was so shocked that he almost pulled out several of his beard hairs. He never expected that Qin Shi, a woman of the inner chambers, would plan to seize power and control the Qin family.
But if Wan Yunhao had not died, and considering Qin Ye's respect for Wan Yunhao, with the scheming of Wan Yunhao and Qin Shi, the couple could have destroyed Qin Ye without Qin Shi's notice.
Once Wan Yunhao passed the imperial examinations and deployed step by step, with meticulous calculations, it was not impossible for him to control the Qin family in the future, as they were planning against the unsuspecting.
"Jiaoyu, with Qin Shi's scheming, depth of character, and methods, have you ever considered..." Zhan Feiyu hesitated for a moment, looking at the aging Zhao Jiaoyu. Mentioning Tan Min's death would be like reopening a wound in the Jiaoyu's heart.
Thinking of this, Zhan Feiyu changed the subject and said, "Karma is like that. Wan Yunhao betrayed you back then, and the Qin family must have played a role in it. Now it seems like retribution."
With the power of the Qin family in Nanxuan Prefecture, how could they not have found out that Zhao Jiaoyu and Wan Yunhao were only separated by a disciple-taking ceremony? Yet, the Qin family head accepted Wan Yunhao as a disciple, all because he valued Wan Yunhao's potential and future. They even created public opinion to whitewash Wan Yunhao, while Zhao Jiaoyu was instead burdened with a bad reputation.
Zhao Jiaoyu was a scholar. He might not be adept at cunning schemes, but he had passed the imperial examinations, so he was not foolish. He clearly saw Zhan Feiyu's hesitation and struggle just now.
"Xiao Yu, what were you about to say?" Zhao Jiaoyu seemed to have thought of something, but also seemed to know nothing. He looked at Zhan Feiyu intently, not allowing her to cover it up with any excuses.
After a long while, when Zhan Feiyu finished speaking, the Sansheng Hall was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops could be heard.
Zhan Feiyu looked at the silent Zhao Jiaoyu with concern, wanting to speak but not knowing where to start. She was so annoyed that she wanted to slap herself twice. Earlier, she had wanted Tan Min's name to be cleared and not to die in vain, and she could also catch Qin Shi, the murderer.
But at this moment, Zhan Feiyu realized she was too selfish and cold-blooded. Even if the murderer was caught, the deceased was gone, and it would only cause more pain to the living.
Zhao Jiaoyu only felt heartache when his granddaughter died of illness. But if she was poisoned, this heartache would turn into self-blame and guilt. Thinking of this, Zhan Feiyu felt a surge of bitterness. She had not been completely unaware of this before, but she had deliberately ignored it.
"Xiao Yu, you don't need to blame yourself. Min'er died of illness many years ago. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would never have thought she was murdered," Zhao Jiaoyu's voice was heavy and sorrowful, but there was no blame towards Zhan Feiyu. Instead, he comforted her, "You are Scholar Gu's disciple. When you go to the capital in the future, you will likely encounter more dangerous situations. You are doing very well like this."
Killers gain wealth, while those who build bridges and repair roads are left with no bones. If Zhan Feiyu only knew how to study and read dead books, she would definitely be schemed against and left with nothing.
...
Ji Chaice was a doctor and also knew how to examine corpses, but the coroner of the Imperial Guards was more skilled in this area. However, bringing the coroner over would be too conspicuous, otherwise, Chongguang would not have bribed Ji Chaice with two hundred-year-old wild ginseng.
Three days later, according to the divination of the great monk in the temple, the tomb could be opened on the fifth day of the third month.
"Do you two so readily ask Magistrate Zhao to open the coffin for examination?" Ji Chaice looked at Zhan Feiyu and Chongguang with cold eyes. If anything was found, it would be fine, but if everything was normal, wouldn't this be harming them greatly?
"Don't talk about me, I'm just following orders," Chongguang pushed Zhan Feiyu out shamelessly, refusing to take the blame. "If you want to scold someone, scold the fat girl."
If the occasion were not inappropriate, Zhan Feiyu would have kicked him. At this moment, she could only say in a low voice, "Earlier, Uncle Chongguang sent people to test Hao Momo. The possibility of Tan Min being poisoned is at least ninety percent."
The battlefield for women in the inner chambers was only the small area of the backyard. No matter how ambitious Qin Shi was, she was limited by her identity and gender. The two people she trusted most were Hao Momo and Huang Bin.
But to maintain the image of kindness and dignity in Huang Bin's eyes, poisoning Tan Min could only be done by Hao Momo.
Magistrate Chen stood not far from the tombstone, with Constable Fei and Constable Zhao, two trusted subordinates, standing behind him. When Magistrate Zhao came to the county yamen to discuss opening the coffin for examination, Magistrate Chen was also startled.
However, after many years in office, Magistrate Chen, with his extensive experience in handling cases, knew Qin Shi's actions over the years. His view was the same as Zhan Feiyu's: Qin Shi must have poisoned Tan Min to ensure her marriage went smoothly.
After Magistrate Zhao paid respects to his granddaughter, Constable Zhao, who was holding a hoe, couldn't help but ask, "Magistrate Zhao, are we really going to open the coffin?"
"Dig it," Magistrate Zhao nodded with a heavy expression. He hadn't slept well for the past three days and looked exhausted.
The thought that Tan Min was poisoned made Magistrate Zhao's heart ache. If only he had been more cautious and careful, how could this have happened to Min'er?
"Jiaoyu, the dead cannot be revived," Zhan Feiyu walked over to support Magistrate Zhao and said slowly as she looked at the moved tombstone, "Given Qin Shi's methods, if you had discovered it, she would have found another way to harm Miss Tan."
If poisoning failed, there could be other accidents: drowning? fire? carriage overturn?
As long as Tan Min was not dead, Qin Shi would not be at ease even if she married Wan Yunhao. She would definitely worry that Tan Min would regret it one day and expose their affair.
Even if she couldn't kill Tan Min, she could ruin her, so that even if Tan Min spoke out about their affair, no one would believe her. And it was too easy to ruin a girl's reputation.
As a legitimate daughter of the Qin family and favored by her elders, Qin Shi held considerable power. At that time, she could easily find a rogue or a rapist, or even create an accident of being caught in the act when Tan Min went out. Whether it was Tan Min or Magistrate Zhao, they could only be outmaneuvered by Qin Shi.
"I understand," Magistrate Zhao nodded in agreement. Qin Shi was not only ruthless but also cunning and shrewd, calculating Magistrate Zhao's thoughts.
After the news of Wan Yunhao and Qin Shi's engagement spread, Tan Min's health deteriorated. Doctor Tao, who was responsible for her treatment, privately told Magistrate Zhao that she might only have a few months left, perhaps not even living until the New Year.
Indeed, more than a month later, the first winter snow fell, and Tan Min passed away. Magistrate Zhao, as her grandfather, was heartbroken.
After the funeral, Magistrate Zhao collected all the letters exchanged between Tan Min and Wan Yunhao, as well as the small trinkets Wan Yunhao had given Tan Min over the years. They filled a whole box, which was eventually burned.
Upon hearing this, Qin Shi was finally completely relieved. Even if Magistrate Zhao were to mention it in the future, disregarding his granddaughter's reputation, Tan Min was already dead, and those things were turned to ashes. Qin Shi no longer had to worry about anything.
In the end, it was Qin Shi who had calculated Magistrate Zhao's personality. Scholars were somewhat aloof but upright. Moreover, he did not want someone like Wan Yunhao to tarnish his granddaughter's reputation, so he never mentioned their verbal engagement to anyone. Later, he even left Nanxuan Prefecture, the place of sorrow, and returned to Shangsi County.
...
The coffin was made of fine sandalwood. Even after being buried underground for ten years, it was still intact, although its color had faded.
Besides Constable Fei and Constable Zhao, Chongguang was also helping. The three of them were martial artists and did not exert much effort to lift the coffin out.
"Children shouldn't look!" Chongguang covered Zhan Feiyu's eyes with one hand and then used a clever move to turn her around, making her face away from the coffin behind her.
Zhan Feiyu nodded. Behind her, the sound of the coffin being pried open could be heard.
Ji Chaice spread a straw mat on the ground and then covered it with a layer of white cloth before letting Chongguang and the others place Tan Min's remains on it.
If Tan Min's death were similar to Feng Er's, examining the remains after many years would reveal nothing. However, if she died of poisoning, even if the flesh had rotted, the bones would leave traces.
An hour later, the coffin was reburied in the tomb.
Zhan Feiyu handed the bamboo tube filled with water to Magistrate Zhao. "Jiaoyu, the deceased has passed away. The living should mourn and move on. You still need to avenge Miss Tan."
"I know, I know," Magistrate Zhao nodded choked with sobs, but his grief was beyond what outsiders could understand.
Tan Min was poisoned. If she had been allowed to die slowly of illness, Qin Shi would have worried about long nights and unexpected events, so she chose to poison her to finish the matter as quickly as possible, at least without delaying her own marriage.
"I have looked at a few prescriptions. Miss Tan's medication contained ginseng to replenish qi and blood..." Although Ji Chaice could not determine what poison Tan Min had ingested, he could infer based on the prescriptions described by Doctor Tao.
Ginseng greatly replenishes qi and blood, but Tan Min was frail. If she directly took ginseng slices, her body would not be able to tolerate the补 (bu - supplement). Therefore, most of Doctor Tao's prescriptions were for strengthening the foundation.
As for the ginseng, it was mixed with more than thirty kinds of medicinal materials to form the "Renshen Rongyang Pill." This pill was not made by Doctor Tao, but by the Huang family's pharmacy in Nanxuan Prefecture, which had been renowned for its medicinal preparations for a hundred years.
When making pills, pharmacies adhere to the principles of "Eighteen Counteractions" and "Nineteen Fears." The Materia Medica clearly states the Eighteen Counteractions: "Ban Lou Bei Lian ji Gong Wu, Zao Ji Sui Yuan ju Zhan Cao, Zhu Shen Xin Shao pan Li Lu."
Among these, Li Lu counteracts ginseng. If Li Lu was added to the pill, it would not only destroy the tonic effect of ginseng but, if made by a skilled pharmacist, could even produce toxicity and ultimately lead to death.
"Grass and stone counteract each other, causing confusion, with strength like knives and swords. Before Miss Tan's death, she suffered from insomnia and excessive dreaming, occasional chest tightness and pain, and finally died of coughing blood. It seemed to be due to her illness, but in reality, it was caused by poisoning," Ji Chaice said with his usual indifferent expression. As a medical practitioner, he had witnessed countless deaths.
The Huang family was also a family of physicians. Tampering with the pills was something that even Doctor Tao could not detect, let alone Magistrate Zhao.
Tan Min's symptoms before her death were completely consistent with her illness, just as Feng Er's death was attributed to a heart condition. To ordinary people, there was nothing unusual. Who would have thought it was caused by medication?
Magistrate Chen looked at the red-eyed Magistrate Zhao. They had known each other for many years, and at this moment, they both felt sorrowful.
"Jiaoyu, you watch. Cause and effect cycle, and retribution is inevitable. Miss Tan's remains have evidence. In the future, Qin Shi will surely pay for this with her life!" Zhan Feiyu whispered to comfort him. This was also because Qin Shi wanted to poison Tan Min as quickly as possible, thus leaving behind irrefutable evidence.
Half an hour later, back at the county school's residence, Magistrate Zhao had fallen asleep due to extreme emotional fluctuation.
"This is the prescription," Ji Chaice handed the newly written prescription to Zhan Feiyu. Seeing her frowning, he said, "Magistrate Zhao is fine. It's just due to temporary grief."
"I understand," Zhan Feiyu nodded. After drying the ink, she instructed the young servant outside the door to buy the medicine. "Boil three bowls of water into one. After the Jiaoyu wakes up, have him take the medicine first, and then send the vegetable porridge after a quarter of an hour."
"Yes, I have noted it all down," the servant nodded, carefully put away the prescription, took the silver given by Zhan Feiyu, and quickly left to buy the medicine.
In the courtyard, Chongguang estimated that Zhan Feiyu would wait for Magistrate Zhao to wake up before leaving. Seeing her close the door and walk over, he lowered his voice and said, "The two maids who served Tan Min back then have been located. The second wife of the Huang family is from the Qin family, which means she is Qin Shi's aunt."
Chongguang investigated meticulously. After confirming the cause of Tan Min's death, even after ten years, some people and events slowly began to surface.
"Given Qin Shi's caution, she wouldn't directly ask her aunt for help." Zhan Feiyu did not believe that Madam Huang the Second knew about this, but the pill must have been made by someone from the Huang family.
Sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, Zhan Feiyu pondered for a moment and said, "Tan Min's death might not even be known by Wan Yunhao. Then the only one who knew was the doctor who made the medicine back then. The doctor might not have known who the target was, perhaps they were bought with a large sum of money, or Qin Shi knew his weakness."
"I will go to Nanxuan Prefecture myself," Chongguang had only investigated Qin Shi before. This doctor who made the medicine might be the key to solving the case.
However, thinking of Hao Momo's protection of Qin Shi, Chongguang looked at Zhan Feiyu, whose face was stern, "Even if we find out, Hao Momo might take all the blame and not implicate Qin Shi."
The sunlight slanted into the pavilion, and Zhan Feiyu was bathed in the sunlight, but her aura seemed so cold and merciless. "A beheading is just a scar the size of a bowl's mouth. We don't need Qin Shi to pay with her life. We only need to make her lose everything. Sometimes, living is more painful than dying."
If she really wanted to kill someone, Zhan Feiyu wouldn't need to ask Chongguang to do it; she could kill Qin Shi herself. But ending Qin Shi with one knife was too easy for her. Therefore, Zhan Feiyu didn't care about evidence; she only cared about the final outcome.
The fat girl's voice made one's hair stand on end! Seventh Master was worried that someone would bully her, but Chongguang glanced at Zhan Feiyu, whose eyes were chillingly cold. It would be good if she didn't bully others.
Zhan Feiyu waited for two days, confirming that Magistrate Zhao was just a bit dispirited but his health was fine, and then she asked Magistrate Zhao for leave.
Magistrate Zhao, who had just put down the medicine bowl, refused without thinking. "You're going to Nanxuan Prefecture? No! The prefectural examination is imminent, you must not be distracted!"
"Jiaoyu, I promise that even if I go out, I will bring my books and will not delay my studies," Zhan Feiyu quickly assured him.
Seeing Magistrate Zhao unmoved, Zhan Feiyu had to beg again. "Or perhaps Jiaoyu, you could assign me homework, and I will submit it for your review when I return. It will be short, five days at most, and at most ten days, I will definitely return."
"No!" Magistrate Zhao knew why Zhan Feiyu was going to Nanxuan Prefecture without even thinking. Suppressing the emotion in his heart, he said sternly, "You don't need to feel guilty about Min'er's matter. Even if it's because of Qin Shi, it's for me. Do you think I'm so unreasonable?"
Zhan Feiyu's proposal to open the coffin for examination was partly to deal with Qin Shi and partly because she didn't want Tan Min to die with grievances.
"A gentleman follows reason and is therefore always at ease; a petty person is enslaved by things and therefore often worried. Xiao Yu, you are not a petty person, so why be bound by this?" Magistrate Zhao did not blame Zhan Feiyu at all. Looking at her determined attitude to go to Nanxuan Prefecture, he couldn't help but sigh.
"My life has been straightforward. Even though Wan Yunhao betrayed me, and even though Min'er was poisoned, I have a clear conscience before heaven and earth. Xiao Yu, your path is still long. Your actions are not wrong in any way, so you don't need to dwell on it." Magistrate Zhao patted Zhan Feiyu's head. The little girl had been frowning for the past two days, and her eyes were full of self-blame and guilt when she looked at him. She was truly a kind-hearted fool.
Magistrate Zhao suddenly asked, "Do you remember the Four Sentences of Hengqu?"
Zhan Feiyu replied with a solemn expression: "To establish the heart for heaven and earth, to establish life for the people, to continue the lost learning for the past sages, and to bring peace to all generations."
"Xiao Yu, remember these words and use them as your guide in the future." Magistrate Zhao's expression softened a little. As long as the little girl didn't commit evil deeds, being a little selfish or cruel was a minor matter.
...
Magistrate Zhao could not dissuade Zhan Feiyu and finally agreed to her going to Nanxuan Prefecture.
Donghu Inn was the largest inn in Nanxuan Prefecture, and the lakeside pavilion was particularly elegant. The courtyard was not large, with five main rooms and two side rooms, but because it was built by the lake, the scenery was excellent. Any guest who was not short of money would choose to stay in the lakeside pavilion.
"Please come this way, Miss." The innkeeper greeted Zhan Feiyu and the other two enthusiastically.
Although they were not dressed luxuriously and did not even wear jewelry, they were willing to pay five taels of silver a day for the room and booked it for ten days at once. This young girl's identity was definitely extraordinary.
"Thank you, innkeeper," He Nuan replied. Not only she and He Sheng had come, but Chongguang had also come. However, they had left separately after entering the city.
The innkeeper warmly led the three to the lakeside pavilion in the back courtyard. "There is a kitchen in the courtyard. If you need anything, you can let us know, or you can order dishes and we will deliver them."
He Nuan, as a personal maid, was skilled in almost everything, and her cooking was not bad. Moreover, since they were staying for more than ten days, He Nuan preferred to cook herself. "I'll write down the menu later, and the innkeeper can send the vegetables and fruits. We'll cook ourselves."
This maid could read? The innkeeper's attitude towards Zhan Feiyu and the other two became even more respectful. In this era, only maids from wealthy families could read. Some small households didn't even recognize many characters for their pampered daughters.
Zhan Feiyu was already a bit tired from the journey.
However, the air by the lake was fresh, and the courtyard was planted with some kind of flower. A faint floral fragrance wafted in with the breeze, which was quite refreshing.
"Send some hot water over." Zhan Feiyu planned to take a bath and then sleep for a while. As for Qin Shi's matter, she would make plans after resting.
The innkeeper was about to speak when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw it was an inn employee. His hurried appearance suggested he was being chased by a ghost.
"Hu San, why are you running around? Are you afraid of disturbing the distinguished guests!" The innkeeper scolded with a dark face, then apologized to Zhan Feiyu, "This young man is inexperienced and has disturbed the distinguished guests."
"Innkeeper, it's not that I'm running, it's just..." Before Hu San could finish speaking, three people followed behind him.
As they got closer, a strong fragrance wafted over. The scent of cosmetics was too heavy, and it tickled Zhan Feiyu's nose, causing her to sneeze twice.
"Where is this smelly girl? You've sprayed your saliva on my lady, get out of here quickly!" The maid in the green ruqun scolded sharply, glaring at Zhan Feiyu with disgust. If not for He Sheng and He Nuan standing nearby, she probably would have attacked.
He Nuan's face darkened, but Zhan Feiyu stopped her. "A'nuan, let's go inside."
"Yes, Miss." As He Nuan was about to take the courtyard key from the innkeeper, she saw the maid suddenly rush over, clearly intending to snatch the key.
He Nuan's martial arts skills were not as good as He Sheng's, but she was more than capable of dealing with a shrewish maid. Everyone saw He Nuan make a move, and the key was already in her hand.
"Ah!" She rushed too fiercely but didn't get the key. The maid couldn't control herself and fell forward, letting out a sharp scream.
Fearing that she would fall to the ground and injure her already unattractive face, the maid twisted her waist and leaned to the right, throwing her hands forward. This way, even if she fell, Zhan Feiyu would be a cushion.
Standing gracefully in place, Zhan Feiyu didn't move at all, as if she was startled.
But He Nuan did not hold back and kicked her. The maid had just been fortunate to have this plump girl as a cushion, but suddenly felt a pain in her buttocks. The immense force directly kicked her flying.
With a bang! The little maid's head plunged into the nearby flower bush.
Uh... Zhan Feiyu's dark eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the green-robed maid in the flower bush with a sympathetic expression. Her clear, small voice sounded slowly, "The corridor is enclosed, hiding loneliness. A green maid faces a red rose."
"There's a poem for this too?" He Nuan, who was always gentle and steady, showed a rare expression of surprise. Although she was literate, she was not proficient in poetry and songs.
Looking at the maid lying upside down in the rose bush, He Nuan looked at Zhan Feiyu suspiciously. Could it be that Miss had just made it up? After all, not long ago, Miss had written a doggerel poem, and Scholar Gu's reply was as long as three pages, scolding her thoroughly.
"The original line was 'A green parrot faces a red rose.' I changed it to fit the scene," Zhan Feiyu explained with a smile, looking at the blooming courtyard. "A'nuan, writing poetry requires inspiration. I must write a few more poems in these few days to impress Teacher."
He Nuan and He Sheng were silent at the same time. As for composing poetry and couplets, as long as Miss was happy, they wouldn't understand it, nor would they be angered like Scholar Gu.
"My face!" The stunned maid finally crawled out of the rose bush. When she looked up, she truly scared people.
The maid's appearance was already somewhat sharp-featured. Her thin, long face had little flesh, her triangular eyes drooped slightly, her nose was flat, and her nostrils were large. Yet, she liked to hold her chin high when looking at people, revealing two dark nostrils.
But even though she was ugly before, she wasn't scary. Now, her face was scratched by the rose thorns, with seven or eight blood marks crisscrossing her cheeks. Not only was the skin broken, but it was also oozing blood. Fortunately, it was afternoon. If it were at night, it would surely scare people to death.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan, poked her head out, and said with a smile, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face, "Useless thing, you've disgraced the third madam! If a dog bites you on the street, do you still want to bite back? You are a maid of the Ming family. If you are injured, the Ming family, the Huang family, and the government will seek justice for you. What kind of behavior is this, shouting so loudly!"
After the scolding stopped, Madam Lu glanced at Zhan Feiyu sinisterly, raised her hand, and slapped Cui Zhu's face fiercely a few more times. "You were arrogant and acted first, so these slaps are your punishment! As for your face being ruined, the third madam will naturally seek justice for you!"
Cui Zhu was so beaten that she couldn't speak. Her cheeks were already swollen high, her face covered with fingerprints, and her mouth was split and bleeding. The scratches from the rose thorns looked even more severe. Her face looked disfigured at first glance.
Zhan Feiyu quickly dodged behind He Nuan and poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "A'nuan, I want to write a poem again. 'Encountering a Ghost on Donghu in March.' Ugly as a ghost, startling neighbors with a raised head. Cruel hands destroy roses, bloody mouths swallow all spirits."
With a chuckle, the innkeeper held back, but the young employee Hu San beside him couldn't help but laugh. Even if he couldn't understand those profound poems, Zhan Feiyu's poem was easy to understand, and more importantly, it was fitting and timely.
"I'll kill you!" The maid screamed sharply as she touched her face, feeling the pain and, more importantly, the bloodstains on her fingertips. Her face was contorted, her eyes filled with malice and ferocity, truly fitting Zhan Feiyu's doggerel poem.
"Miss Cui Zhu, please calm down." The innkeeper quickly stepped forward to stop her. Although he didn't know Zhan Feiyu's identity, the young girl's ability to compose poetry on the spot indicated that her identity was definitely extraordinary.
The maid screaming and grabbing the innkeeper's old face was called Cui Zhu. Although she was a maid, her master's identity was also valuable. She was the wife of the third young master of the Ming family from Qingya Academy, and the old woman standing beside her with a stern face was the wet nurse of the third madam.
"Cui Zhu, step back!" With an angry shout, Madam Lu stepped forward and grabbed Cui Zhu's wrist with her sturdy arm, pulling her aside with force.
With a啪 (pa) sound! Madam Lu raised her hand and slapped Cui Zhu's face a few more times. She sternly scolded with a stern face,