Daughter of the Prince of Rebirth

Chapter 68
It's getting late, it will take more than an hour to go to the city from here, and come back again. By then, it will be dark, and I can't even think about going back to the Marquis Mansion today. Before, Huang Dayou thought that he had fallen out of favor, so he was always in the dark in Zhuangzi I made things difficult for myself, and now I have repeatedly prevented myself from returning home, and I definitely have no good intentions: "Come here, pull Huang Dayou down, and beat him a hundred times!"

Although Aunt Ma is the aunt of the Hou's mansion, she has no real power. In addition, she is going back to the mansion again, so she can't be counted on for the Zhuangzi's affairs in the future.

Huang Dayou is the owner of the villa, and he is in charge of the whole Zhuangzi's affairs. None of the servants in the Zhuangzi dare to offend him because of Aunt Ma. You look at me, I look at you, but they don't arrest Huang Dayou and torture them. Not as strong as him, and he didn't dare to provoke him, so he lowered his head ignorantly, monitoring Hong Bei's punishment.

The owner of the villa was proud, and raised his eyebrows slightly: Aunt Ma, you are the aunt in the Hou Mansion, but in the Zhuangzi, I am the boss. I have the final say on everything!

"Hehe, what a group of 'loyal' slaves..." They are only loyal to Aunt Zhang, and they don't take themselves seriously. In their hearts, as an aunt, they don't even have the status of a farm owner!

Aunt Ma was furious, she laughed back in anger, her pale complexion instantly became uglier, her lips trembled a few times, she bent down suddenly, and vomited sharply.

"Auntie!" A strong fishy smell filled the air, and the servants of the Zhuangzi frowned tightly, their eyes could not hide the deep disgust, Murong Yu's expression was as usual, and he quickly ordered the maids to move the brocade stool and fetch water... …

After a cup of tea, Aunt Ma stopped vomiting, rinsed her mouth, and sat weakly on the brocade stool, looking tired, as pale as paper, and without blood.

The maids quickly cleaned up the filth on the ground, and the fragrance of the courtyard, the natural fragrance of flowers lingered in the nose, and the fishy smell was much relieved. Murong Yu said with concern: "Auntie is better? If you can't take it, just rest for a night and then go back ..."

"No, I'm just a little weak. I'll recover after taking a rest and eating something." The opportunity to go back to the Marquis Mansion is rare, and I must not miss it. What's more, I offended Huang Dayou. I'm afraid there will be more trouble.

"Auntie, red dates and millet porridge is here." The cook quickly walked over with a bowl of steaming millet porridge: Aunt Ma is vomiting during pregnancy, and there are no other nourishing ingredients on the farm. The porridge is always hot in the kitchen, drink it after vomiting Some, replenish vitality.

The aroma of porridge wafted into his nose, and Murong Yu's eyelids twitched slightly: "The cook has been working hard at Zhuangzi for a long time. The craftsmanship is really good. The aroma of millet porridge is overflowing..." It was meant to remind Aunt Ma, the cook is from Zhuangzi, Huang Dayou's subordinate.

"Miss praises you, the slaves are not as skilled as the cooks in the house..." The cook is over forty years old, with a smile on her face, holding the porridge, she is about to walk in front of Aunt Ma.

Aunt Ma secretly winked at Hong Ling, Hong Ling understood it, stepped forward, took the porridge from the cook's hand: "You go down first, I'll serve Auntie to drink the porridge!" Put a silver needle into the bowl and take it out again. The silver needle is as bright as before, and has not changed color.

Aunt Ma breathed a sigh of relief, and under the service of Hong Ling, she ate porridge to restore her strength, so that she could survive to the Hou's mansion.

Murong Yu turned around, smiled slightly, and glanced lightly at everyone on the Zhuangzi, his eyes were cold and fresh, with a faint chill, and the foreheads of the servants were faintly sweating, a little girl who was only in her teens , How can there be such a deterrent: "What? Can't figure out who my master is?"

"Although Huang Dayou is the owner of the villa, he is only a servant of the Hou Mansion. Aunt Ma is the aunt of the Hou Mansion, and she is your master. If you don't listen to your aunt's orders, you just don't pay attention to the Zhongyonghou Mansion. Is it because of you?" In my heart, the master of the Hou Mansion is far less important than a servant..."

"Miss, calm down." Huang Dayou raised the corners of his mouth, unable to hide his pride, and argued, "The servants didn't mean to disobey Aunt Ma, it's because Aunt Ma's decision was too sudden, they haven't reacted yet..."

Murong Yu smiled slightly: "The Hou Mansion is an aristocrat, and the servants must be smart and smart. These unresponsive gooses will only embarrass the Hou Mansion if they stay here. Sell them all. I will tell the old lady and Daddy, send another servant to take over Zhuangzi..."

Huang Dayou's cold sweat suddenly broke out. The young lady's powerful mouth actually got herself in. She failed to help the servants of Zhuangzi, but became the culprit who caused them to be betrayed. She raised her eyes and was angry at the people above and below. Burning eyes...

"Miss, the younger ones just lost their minds for a while, and they didn't mean to disobey Aunt Ma's wishes, please forgive me..." A servant hurriedly pleaded for mercy, and the other servants also reacted and fell to their knees: "Miss show mercy……"

The condition of the Zhuangzi is not bad, and the Hou Mansion takes good care of the servants. They live a very good life here. If they are sold, they will end up miserable. Huang Dayou is the owner of the villa, but there is no Selling their power, offending him, at most they will suffer, but if they can't satisfy the eldest lady and Aunt Ma, they will be in great trouble.

Murong Yu didn't say a word, only a smile that wasn't a smile, his eyes were like wild roses by the wall, tenacious, thorny, he won't be kind, it depends on your performance...

Several servants looked at each other, their eyes turned cold, they stood up suddenly, walked quickly to Huang Dayou, dragged him to the torture tool: "I'm sorry, the owner, we are just servants, according to the master's order, we Just do it."

Huang Dayou struggled desperately, cursing: "You idiots, you want to rebel, let me go, if you dare to hit me, be careful that I will take your skin..."

The servants have worked all year round and are physically strong. How can they be compared to a leisurely person like Huang Dayou. His cursing and threats can only make the servants hate him even more, and they dragged him to a corner forcibly and tied him to a stool , picked up the wooden plank, and hit it down heavily: "Ah!" The shrill screams like a slaughtered pig pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky, almost breaking everyone's ears...

Aunt Ma finished her porridge with red dates and millet, rested for a while, stood up holding the red candle, and coughed lightly: "Miss, it's getting late." Huang Dayou was beaten miserably. Her ingenuity was indeed beyond her expectation, but this matter can be studied slowly, the city gate will be closed when it gets dark, if there is any further delay, they will not be able to enter the city or return to the Marquis' Mansion...

(End of this chapter)