Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

"Give me your useless thing!"

Seeing the maid trembling and not daring to look up at her cowardly look, the vicious maid Xuemei scolded her angrily.

She gave the maid who was kneeling on the ground a hard look, snatched her whip, and looked at Duanmu Minya's cold, indifferent and calm face, but maybe because of being whipped, or because of blood loss, her face was pale. She looked pale, but still without compromising her fairy-like beauty like a lotus flower, her brows were slightly condensed, and her clear eyes like autumn water condensed a daunting coldness!

A colder than ten thousand years of ice!

It was unfathomable, without showing even a trace of emotion, only shining with a deep cold gaze that was brighter than diamonds and colder than glaciers!

The servant girl Xuemei who was looking at Duanmu Minya also developed a kind of timidity, making her regret her impulsiveness, why she had to grab the whip, and now that she was in such a difficult situation, she could only Can bite the bullet and pick up the whip and swing it at Duanmu Minya.

With a bang, the whip hit the bluestone floor next to Duanmu Minya at the last moment!

The biting whip wind also blows Duanmu Minya's blue hair hanging by her side, but Duanmu Minya doesn't even blink her eyelids, she still stares coldly at the maid Xuemei, who can no longer lift her arms. Raise your hand and wave the second whip!

"Madame... madam..."

That maid Xuemei looked back at Madam Xirou with a trembling voice!

Mrs. Xirou's phoenix eyes opened angrily, and she gave Xuemei a fierce look, Xuemei shrank her neck in fear!He lowered his head pitifully, not daring to look at Mrs. Xirou again.

The angry Mrs. Xirou snorted in a low voice, "Useless things."

As she spoke, she raised her chin slightly, took the whip, and Shi Shiran walked in front of Duanmu Minya, raised her slender hand melodiously, and swung it out viciously.

Mrs. Xirou swiped the whip straight at Duanmu Minya's upturned face. Duanmu Minya responded quickly to one side of her face, but the whip still swept slightly across her right cheek, There was a shocking bloodstain on his face.

"Princess! Stop it! If you want to hit me, hit your servant, don't hit our princess! You bitch, you have the guts to hit me!"

Seeing Duanmu Minya's face being whipped, Xia Jin couldn't help howling anymore, she looked at Duanmu Minya with heartbroken tears streaming down her face, her painful cry choked in her throat!

When she saw Mrs. Xirou's raised hand was about to wave to Duanmu Minya again, she couldn't care less about anything else, and started yelling, she knew that only in this way would Mrs. Xirou point the arrow at her.

Mrs. Xirou was furious when she heard the words, she gritted her teeth and glared at Xia Jin, and waved the whip in her hand at Xia Jin mercilessly.