I do fortune-telling in ancient astrology

It turned out that Mrs. Zhou came to Xingshi to question her because Yun Zhu beat Wei Jiao yesterday in Lingling Pavilion. Lin Xingwei also admired Mrs. Zhou's courage very much.

Yunzhu sneered, and said to Lin Xingwei: "Girl, it's a serious matter for a slave to beat an official woman. Please tie up the slave and send it to the yamen. The slave will never hurt the girl."

Lin Xingwei stood up slowly, gave the girls on both sides a look, and told them to help Mrs. Zhou up.

Thinking of Yunzhu's self-confession, Mrs. Zhou looked even more dignified, limped to the high position, and sat down firmly.

Lin Xingwei couldn't help but look gloomy. He encountered such bad luck early in the morning, but he couldn't easily offend him.

The old one can't offend easily because he is an elder, and the young one is his peer, so it doesn't matter if he fights with her because of his status as sister-in-law.

Lin Xingwei was still thinking of countermeasures, so Mrs. Zhou took Lin Xingwei's teacup and poured the tea to eat, and said, "Daughter-in-law Mingji, don't blame me for being too lenient. You maidservant is relying on your status to beat the master. Unforgivable guilt."

He said again: "There is no need to send it to the Yamen. From the perspective of my old self, this kind of slave girl who deceives the master has been sold early, and it will save you trouble!"

Lin Xingwei's face was dark, and he glanced at the eloquent Mrs. Zhou, and gave the girl behind Yunzhu a wink. The girl understood and ran out hastily.

Lin Xingwei asked coldly, "Is Third Aunt teaching me how to do things?"

Zhou has a thick skin and doesn't feel that she is wrong at all. She smiled with a very smug expression.

Said: "Daughter-in-law Mingji, you are young after all. These lowly slaves under your command seem to respect you, but who is behind you who is serious about you?"

Mrs. Zhou smiled meanly, picked up the round fan on the desk and fanned it, "After all, I am much older than you, and naturally have more experience in this art of imperial servants than you. If you don't come up with some tough methods Come, they will ride on your head in the future!"

Lin Xing smiled sinisterly: "Third Aunt may as well wait and see, and appreciate my imperial skills!"

Zhou smiled and said: "You sent that girl away just now, don't think I can't see that you asked her to move the rescuers, so what's the matter with you? Your aunt has always been weak-tempered, don't look at her smiling all day Just like the statue enshrined in Ming Xu's room, she has no opinion on key matters."

Lin Xingwei frowned, and asked, "When you talk about Yunzhu, you just talk about Yunzhu, so why did you bring up your uncle?"

Yunzhu stepped forward in twos and threes, grabbed Mrs. Zhou by the collar and dragged her off the seat. Mrs. Zhou howled, and none of the servants she brought with her dared to step forward to help.

Yunzhu scolded: "Our girl can bear you, but this servant can't bear you, an old woman! Anyway, this servant has already offended you, so I'm not afraid of making it worse!"

"You lowly slave! The dog bullied me to the old man, but I interceded for you not to send you to the court, I will order someone to cut you up!"

Mrs. Zhou was lying on the ground, being trampled on by Yunzhu, unable to get up.

Lin Xingwei said: "Yunzhu, go to the kitchen and help me prepare soup, I'll come here!"

There's no need for Yunzhu to help her with such a trivial matter, she can handle it alone.

Yunzhu agreed, straightened her waist and backed out.

Lin Xingwei squatted on the ground, clamped Zhou's neck, and said angrily: "What do you think you are, dare to break into my room and ask Da Qiao? Wei Jiao speaks freely and spreads rumors to cause trouble. Whoever taught it, it turned out that like a mother, like a daughter!"

"You, you, you! Is your little daughter-in-law going to rebel?" Zhou's face was red, and she was angry and didn't know what to say.

"You bitch, relying on the fact that your third uncle is the head of the county government, you really think of yourself as a green onion! I used to walk around the streets, how did I ever show off that I was the daughter of Nanyang Marquis? How did I ever show off that I was the emperor's niece? Do you talk about officials, women, and children? Who cares about you?"

"You don't know the face of a dog, you dare to laugh at my family every day! You dare to laugh at my uncle, and don't think about who donated the official to your husband and son!"

Lin Xingwei pushed suddenly, and the old woman's head hit the ground heavily, her nose bleeds immediately, and her forehead was bruised.

Lin Xingwei really wanted to hold back, but this old woman was too deceitful!Lin Xingwei wasn't in the mood to be tolerant, so if he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear it.

If the Wei family wanted to punish her according to this, she would admit that, she would like to divorce her and send her back to the capital.

Luo Fu grabbed Wei Jiao by the neckline, like pinching a dog, stepped from behind the screen wall, carried Wei Jiao into Lin Xingwei's room, and threw her on the ground.

Wei Jiao was so frightened that she didn't even dare to cry loudly.

When she got up early and went out to play with the ladies she had made an appointment with, she was dragged away with her mouth covered. At first she dared to call for help, but Luo Fu's hand was so strong that she strangled her neck and couldn't even breathe How can I call for help.

Mrs. Zhou was also dumbfounded, she thought she was going to rescue the soldiers, but she arrested her daughter in broad daylight.

Zhou scrambled towards Wei Jiao, cursing: "You bitch, you are really lawless! I will tell the clan elders to divorce you, a bitch who doesn't respect elders!"

Lin Xingwei's face was gloomy and cold, and he was afraid that she would fail to threaten her. Seeing the mother and daughter lovingly hugging each other, she couldn't help laughing.

Lin Xing raised his hand slightly, and said, "Luo Fu, Third Aunt and Younger Sister Jiao have no morals. Take them to Uncle Brother's yard and ask them to repent in front of the god statue. When will the gods forgive them? Then send them back .”

"You, you, you! How can a statue speak, you little daughter-in-law is deliberately humiliating us!"

Mrs. Zhou was still roaring, Luo Fu lifted each of his hands from the neckline and dragged Mrs. Zhou's mother and daughter out of the Xiuyue compartment.

Lin Xingwei stood on the corridor and saw that Luo Fu seemed to be holding two chickens and ducks in his hands, and the scolding of the mother and daughter also became creaky.

Yunzhu took the soup and stood beside Lin Xingwei, and said in a low voice, "Miss is punished so severely, is it too much? Spreading the word will affect the reputation of the girl."

Lin Xingwei smiled slightly, and looked at Yunzhu: "When will my reputation get better?"

From the first marriage proposal with Wei Mingji, her reputation has never been better.

A servant girl walked over and said softly: "Ma'am, because the third lady refused to kneel, it seems that Luo Fu kicked her and broke her leg. Now she is in the eldest son's courtyard, disturbing the eldest son Qingxiu."

Lin Xingwei's tone was calm, but his gaze was firm, "Give Luo Fu an idea, let Jiao girl kneel on her mother's behalf, and bring Mrs. Zhou to the ancestral hall."

"Yes."

Mrs. Fang hurried over with a group of girls and servants, and ran straight to Xiuyue's room.

Knowing that Zhou's mother and daughter were no longer in Xiuyue's room, they came out in a hurry and hurried towards Wei Mingxu's Qingfengyuan.

Lin Xingwei was fully dressed and chased after her.

A crowd of mighty people seemed to be rushing to a temple fair, hula-la standing in a courtyard of Qingfengyuan.

The Zhou family has been taken to the ancestral hall, and Wei Jiao is the only one left kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, crying.

There was also a tall man in a plain robe standing in the opposite corridor, with a string of sandalwood beads hanging around his neck, the beads were black and huge, with an embarrassed expression.