Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 942: Mother Ye, Slap Your Mouth
Yang Yuxiao stood up in a flash: "My husband, is this an ordinary maid? Xinyue, this name was given to Ziping's biological mother by you. Now you let this maid be called Xinyue, what does it mean?"

"Whatever you think is what it is. I am tired today, so please go back first. Xinyue, come in and serve me."

Yang Yuxiao's eyes were already spitting fire at this moment!

She stopped Xinyue and said, "Stop. My husband, you also said that I am the mistress of this family, and I should be the one to discipline this maid. She is new to the mansion, doesn't know the rules, and can't serve you personally. I will take her back to the courtyard to train her for a few days, and then send her here."

Xinyue bit her lip and looked at Leng Zhongyan. There was mist in her eyes. She looked at me with pity, especially when she called me "Master". Her voice sounded very much like the late Xinyue.

Yang Yuxiao couldn't bear it any longer and slapped Xinyue in the face.

"How dare you show off your seductive skills in front of me? Someone, drag her out and give her ten lashes to make her understand the rules of this mansion."

The maids and servants waiting outside rushed in immediately and took the struggling Xinyue away.

Leng Zhongyan watched coldly but did not stop it.

Yang Yuxiao was already on the verge of going crazy. If he continued to protect Xinyue, she probably wouldn't see the next day's sunrise.

If you want to test Yang Yuxiao's background, you can't act too hastily.

Soon, the sound of beating with a stick was heard outside the door, and every time it was hit, there was a shrill cry.

I don’t know what kind of person Gu Qingjue found for her is. I hope he won’t die just by being beaten with a few boards.

The following parts of the play will be difficult to sing.

The next morning, Leng Zhongyan woke up from the alcohol, and the first thing he did was to come to Yang Yuxiao's yard to ask for someone.

"My husband was drunk yesterday, could it be that he has forgotten everything? This maid is new to the mansion and doesn't know the rules. You said in person that you wanted her to learn the rules in my yard."

Leng Zhongyan: “…”

You're kidding me, I really thought he was drunk.

"Did I say this?"

Yang Yuxiao's smile was already a little unnatural: "Of course, my husband said it himself. As the head of the family, how can you go back on your words so easily? Xinyue doesn't know how to serve others yet. It won't hurt for her to learn some rules."

In fact, over the years, she has been able to disguise herself very well.

But she had endured for so many years and no longer wanted to swallow her anger as before and keep all the grievances to herself.

She wanted to let Leng Zhongyan know that she was unhappy.

Leng Zhongyan was wondering how to provoke her, when Xinyue suddenly limped out and shouted, "Master, save me! Madam, she wants my life. She just beat me with ten boards yesterday, and now she wants me to set the rules. Isn't this forcing me to die?"

Madam Ye beside Yang Yuxiao said, "Our duty as slaves is to serve the master well. You think you are here to enjoy life. It's only ten strokes of the cane. Madam is still showing mercy. You look so energetic. It's not difficult for you to stand and serve! Why do you want to kill me? You wrongly accuse the mistress. You deserve to die."

What a drama.

Leng Zhongyan sighed: He is worthy of being the person sent to him by Gu Qingjue, his cooperation is simply perfect.

Leng Zhongyan immediately responded: "You beat her, who allowed you to torture her?"

After saying that, he actually took action, pulled Mother Ye aside, and reached out to hug Xinyue.

Yang Yuxiao: “…”

I can't stand it, I can't stand it at all, and I don't want to stand it anymore! "My husband, are you trying to embarrass me? As a mistress, can't I discipline a slave from outside? Even if you want to take her as a concubine, as the mistress of the Leng family, I can still manage her. If my husband insists on doing this, then just report it to my father and mother and let them make their comments!"

Leng Zhongyan was annoyed: "It's just a small matter, why bother to alarm my father and mother."

Yang Yuxiao sneered: "My husband thinks it's a small matter, but I don't think so. A woman of unknown origin can bewitch my husband in just one day. This is unacceptable! Don't forget that you are the head of the Leng family. If the other uncles of the Leng family know about this, will they have any opinions?"

Leng Zhongyan looked at Xinyue in his arms, hesitant.

Yang Yuxiao knew that Leng Zhongyan was the most filial son and would definitely compromise as long as they moved out.

Why didn't I think of this at the beginning?

Maybe I cared about him too much at the beginning, so I covered my eyes and my brain was not enough.

Now she wanted to see what kind of waves Xinyue could create without that face that looked like Princess Rui'an.

Sure enough, after hesitating for a while, Leng Zhongyan finally pushed Xin Yue away: "You just came to the mansion and don't know the rules. You need to learn well from Madam for a few days. After a few days, I will let you come to my yard to serve."

After Leng Zhongyan finished speaking, Xinyue cooperated and shed big tears: "Master, I don't want to learn."

"Mother Ye, open your mouth. How dare a servant like you call yourself me? You are not worthy of me!"

"Yes."

Mother Ye sneered twice, took two steps forward, pulled Xinyue over, and slapped her several times in the face.

Xinyue covered her face and fell to the side, but her eyes were still looking at the head of the family.

Leng Zhongyan was not enthusiastic and was bothered by Yang Yuxiao's gaze, so he finally left Xinyue and left the backyard.

Yang Yuxiao calmly sat down on the stool and the maid poured her tea.

"I might as well tell you clearly that once you enter my yard, don't even think about leaving."

Xinyue's hands were still covering her face, and she looked at Yang Yuxiao in a daze: "Madam, what do you mean? Didn't you just say that I was just learning the rules in your courtyard for a few days, and the master of the house would come to pick me up in a few days?"

"Ha~"

Yang Yuxiao sneered: "As expected, you are trying to seduce the master. Do you think that just because the master picked you up, you can rise to the top in one step? This backyard is still under the control of this lady."

"How can you have the final say? The head of the family only kept you because of your mother's family's face. The head of the family said that he doesn't love you."

Yang Yuxiao put down the teacup heavily, stood up and kicked Xinyue: "What did you say, bitch? Who told you these words? How dare you make up the story between me and the master of the family? I think ten strokes of the board is not enough. Come on, continue the beating!"

"Yes."

Mother Ye walked behind Yang Yuxiao and whispered in her ear, "Madam, this woman looks very weak. She didn't have much strength to resist just now. If she is beaten with ten more boards, I'm afraid it will kill her directly."

"I just want to beat her to death."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for Madam to explain to the Patriarch!"

Yang Yuxiao looked at Mother Ye, and when he saw her nodding worriedly, he regained some of his rationality.

She blinked, and Mother Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the words have been spoken, of course he has to be beaten, otherwise where will the lady save her face? However, there are many techniques for beating people, which can make it look harmless but actually injure the person's bones and leave a root of illness, which may make the person unable to walk one day.