Report to Emperor Zun: Others cry when the empress rolls

Chapter 8 Murong Fei wakes up

"Bang! Whoa!"

The sound of shattering porcelain and jade came faintly from a certain courtyard in the northwest corner, accompanied by faint curses.

"Get out! Get out!"

"I'll kill you! Did you get scared seeing Miss Ben like this! Didn't you!"

"Snapped!"

"Bad maid! Who can you show me with such an enchanting appearance!"

Murong Fei, who woke up from a coma, saw the ruined face, beating and scolding the maid in the house wantonly like a madman.

In the open space, there were three or five maidservants kneeling or lying on their stomachs.

Some had died, and some were trembling on the ground, daring not to make a sound even though their bodies were bruised from the beating.

In Fangfei Garden, everyone from the maid to the handyman knows that the second young lady has a bad temper, and if she gets upset, she beats and scolds these slaves. How much is it because of Murong Fei's atrocities? As for those who died and carried them out, they couldn't remember clearly.

In the past, when Murong Yin was still stupid, Murong Fei would vent his anger on Murong Yin from time to time, and these slaves still had a good life.

Now that Murong Yin is healed and she has been disfigured, they really don't know if they will survive in the future.

The shivering maidservant kneeling at Murong Fei's feet caught a glimpse of the dying maidservant beside her, and looked at the wound on that face, a gust of cold air shot up from her heart, and she buried her head lower.

"You, raise your head." A gloomy voice came from above.

The maid trembled harder, closed her eyes, raised her head tremblingly, and stared at the ground.

"What? Are you so afraid of me, or are you afraid of dying like them?" Murong Fei stared at the people on the ground with sorrow.

The maid shook her head desperately, but her trembling body betrayed her.

Her slender fingers raised her chin, and Murong Fei's tone was inexplicable: "You look pretty good."

"Look at me." Murong Fei commanded while clutching the bloody gold hairpin in one hand.

The maidservant had a pale face, her hands subconsciously grasped the hem of her clothes, and her eyelids trembled open.

In an instant, Murong Fei's complexion changed, and the fingers clenched her chin forcefully, the already disfigured face became even more distorted.

Without it, these eyes are very similar to Murong Yin.

Or.This maid looks like Murong Yin.

The servant girl felt her chin hurt from being held by Murong Fei, and she wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to hide, or in other words, she didn't dare to hide at all.

Every time I was beaten, as long as I showed a little cowardly evasion, it would only lead to more severe beatings.

Silent tears fell.

Murong Fei waited for a long time before relaxing her restraining hand.However, he would not let the maidservant escape, instead, she held the golden hairpin dripping with blood, and stroked the maidservant's face little by little.

At the same time, she spoke in a light and light tone, like a whisper among lovers: "This face is so beautiful, it's a pity, why does it grow on the face of you, a lowly maid, don't you think?"

The servant girl trembled her lips and begged for mercy in a hurry, hoping that Murong Fei would let her go: "No."

Now, Murong Fei is a devil in her eyes.

Murong Fei turned a deaf ear to it, and said to herself, her eyes gradually becoming stern: "What should I do, seeing this face makes Miss Ben very upset, and these eyes, why don't we just ruin them together?" Bar!"

After finishing speaking, a golden light flashed, and in the maidservant's eyes widened in horror, the hairpin dripping with blood fell down.

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

After two strokes, red blood mixed with unknown liquid splashed, and some even sprayed onto Murong Fei's cheeks.

"Let me go! Miss, please let this servant go!"

The maid who was blinded by the golden hairpin struggled desperately, but she still couldn't escape Murong Fei's persecution.

Again and again, the feeling of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh came from the cheek, and the piercing pain made the maidservant unable to speak anymore, and could only howl heart-piercingly.

It's not over yet, Murong Fei kicked the person to the ground, grabbed the whip in his hand, and whipped it towards the rolling person on the ground.

Zhu Shi saw this scene when he came.

When he saw the wounded person, he exclaimed: "Fei'er, what's wrong with you? Let mother see!"

Mrs. Zhu entered the room, used her spiritual power to grab the whip, and grabbed the crazy man. A long bloodstain ran across her face. Mrs. Zhu's eyes jumped in shock, full of shock and anger: "Fei'er, who did this! Tell me mother!"

Murong Fei was robbed of the soft whip, and when she saw someone coming, she finally cried out: "Woo, mother, why did you come here, Fei'er is about to be bullied to death!"

Mrs. Zhu took out a jade bottle from her bosom, poured out a medicine for Murong Fei to take, and even dragged the person into the bedroom on one side, turning a blind eye to the dead person on the ground, without even frowning.

The people who followed Mrs. Zhu came forward to tidy up with a wink.

The mother and daughter sat down, and Zhu Shi comforted: "Okay, be good, tell mother, who did it so desperately, mother will vent your anger on you!"

"It's that trash Murongyin! It's her! She beat me in front of many slaves, mother, I want to kill Murongyin! Kill her!" Murong Fei was very excited, and she could tell from her tone How much I hate Murong Yin.

Zhu didn't really believe it: "That trash?"

Can a trash with no cultivation be able to beat her daughter who is at the fifth level of qi refining?
"Mother doesn't believe me?" Murong Fei stared and was about to get angry.

Mrs. Zhu hurriedly reassured: "Where, mother is just puzzled."

"Mother, let's kill her now!"

Murong Fei was so angry that she was about to kill someone.

Although Mrs. Zhu wanted to kill that trash right away, she shook her head when she thought of something.

"Mother, won't you help me?!" Murong Fei was about to get violent again while saying that.

Mrs. Zhu reluctantly took her daughter's hand and sat down: "Fei'er, when will you be more mature? Now that old man Murong Qingcang is still at home, how are you going to kill them? Today, those maidservants in your courtyard will die if they die. Well, those who come from a humble background are just for your amusement, but Murong Yin is different!
Although she is useless, she is still the grandson of the head of the family and the eldest daughter of the Murong Mansion!Sudden death will be criticized by others. If it gets out, what will happen to your reputation?Can the fourth prince you want to marry still marry? "

After hearing what Zhu said, Murong Fei finally calmed down a lot, and when she heard the last sentence, she asked shyly, "How does mother know?"

Mrs. Zhu looked at her daughter with a smile on her face: "Your daughter is more like a mother, how can a mother not know what my daughter is thinking?"

The elixir worked very quickly, and after a while Murong Fei felt that all the wounds on her body were healed, only the one on her face was still burning with pain, and she unconsciously reached out to touch it, but was stopped by Mrs. Zhu.

"Don't touch it, it's still not healed." Mrs. Zhu grabbed her daughter's hand and sighed lightly: "The wound on your face, except for the third-grade Rejuvenating Pill, ordinary repairing pills are useless."

"Then what should I do? Daughter..." Murong Fei panicked, and the hatred for Murong Yin in her heart increased a bit: "There is no third-grade alchemist in Nanyou Country, so my daughter can only be like this all the time? Mom, give it to me quickly." Think of a way, I don't want to live with this face!"

Murong Fei held Zhu's hand tightly, Zhu's heart struggled, and she looked at her daughter inexplicably: "If you want to restore the original appearance, mother has a way, but you need to bear some pain. Are you willing? "

(End of this chapter)