The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"Hold her down!" Song Feiyan gave an order, and the two accompanying maids, Chun Xi and Dong Huan, came over immediately, twisting San Yiniang's hands behind her back with each hand, and San Yiniang was forced to hold her face high. There were tears in her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled.

Song Feiyan couldn't help but say, raised her hands and slapped her left and right, and slapped more than twenty loud slaps on Third Auntie's face mercilessly. After a while, her cheeks became red and swollen, and Xiang Qiao shrank and knelt aside , can only watch the third aunt being beaten, but there is nothing he can do.

Tired of beating, Song Feiyan stopped, and ordered to the two maids——

"Take off her clothes!"

After hearing this, Third Aunt was so frightened that she repeatedly begged for mercy, "No, no, Miss Biao, don't do this..."

Xiang Qiao also begged, "Miss Biao, Third Aunt is weak and cannot bear stimulation, please forgive her."

"Bah!" Song Feiyan slapped Xiang Qiao again, causing Xiang Qiao to lie down on the ground, "A little girl, dare to talk in front of me!"

The two maidservants were extremely powerful, while the third aunt was weak, and her coat was torn in a few strokes.

"Third aunt, I heard that in addition to washing people's feet, you can also sing ditties to please others. The old lady said that today is her birthday. You go to perform and sing ditties so that the old lady and Everyone is happy."

Third Auntie's outer shirt was taken off, leaving only a thin inner shirt, embroidered with lotus flowers on the chest, translucent material, the body inside could be seen faintly, hearing Song Feiyan's words, she stared wide in horror Eyes--

Asking her to sing a ditty at the old lady's birthday banquet, how, how is that possible?Where should I put Yueming's face?

Song Feiyan put her arms around her chest, looked at the shivering third aunt in front of her, and nodded in satisfaction. She stretched out her hands to pinch third aunt's chin, narrowed her eyes slightly, and leaned close to third aunt's ear, and said in a strange and terrifying voice ——

"Go, go to the birthday banquet now and sing your little song! If you dare to play any tricks, just sing, your daughter Su Yueming will die very quickly, and she will die very miserably. She is a despicable The concubine's daughter has nothing, and my Zuoxiangfu can easily defeat her!"

After hearing Song Feiyan's threats, San Yiniang was afraid that Su Yueming would be harmed by her, so she gritted her teeth with tears in her eyes and nodded her head vigorously. The beads of tears fell silently, and I felt pity for her.

Song Feiyan showed a satisfied smile on his face, and felt a pleasant victory psychologically.

The birthday banquet gradually came to an end, and the well-prepared singing and dancing performances fascinated everyone watching.

Su Yueming looked at it, but felt dull.

After a few words with the old lady, she got up and left the banquet, and went outside to get some air.

It was dark, and the cold moon was hanging on the treetops, exuding a silver-gray luster. At this moment, there were a lot of wine and wine at the banquet, but everything was silent outside, and occasionally one or two insects and birds could be heard.

Su Yueming strolled into the peach blossom forest, looked around, but there was no one there, so she simply chose a thick tree and climbed up easily.

Then, she closed her eyes and leaned gently against the tree. The peach blossoms covered her figure. If she didn't look carefully, she couldn't see anyone on the tree.

As the breeze blew, the petals fell and landed on her skirt, and a faint floral fragrance lingered in her hair and the tip of her nose.

Looking at her from a distance, she looks like a fairy who has descended into the mortal world. She is as beautiful as a dream, like a dream. When I look at her, I feel like I am immersed in a dream that is too beautiful.