Rebirth from the Poison: The Sturdy Sixth Miss

"As for my saying that Fifth Sister's voice is not good, it's because I really think that Fifth Sister's singing is not good. Seventh Sister and Eighth Sister have also testified to this matter. Otherwise, Dad, you can ask Fifth Sister to sing a song. Listen to you?"

Dongfang Fengyuan is usually very busy with court affairs, and he has to deal with a lot of things when he goes home, and there are Murong Yi, who is bothered by a few aunts and women, he can't care about his children's affairs at all, he has never heard of Dongfang painting and singing , everything is what Murong Yi said...

"You..." Murong Yi couldn't refute what Dongfang Lian said, and she was afraid that Dongfang Shu and Dongfangqing would turn against her again to testify.

And she is just not reconciled, she doesn't believe that she is the daughter of the dignified Duke of the Town, marrying Dongfang Fengyuan and becoming the official wife, she is the biggest here, she can't be the master of a younger generation?

"Master, Dongfang Lian is disrespectful. As a wife, I want to drive her out of Dongfang Mansion today. Send her to the countryside to recuperate."

"Father, are you really going to send me away?"

Dongfanglian opened her innocent eyes.

It was difficult for Dongfang Fengyuan to make a decision at the moment, although he had always ignored Dongfang Lian, but when he thought of that person... Dongfang Fengyuan frowned slightly.

When Murong Yi saw Dongfang Fengyuan's expression, he felt that something was wrong, and sneered in his heart, this matter of Dongfang Fengyuan has been going on, yet he still can't be cruel to Dongfang.

It's because of that bitch, the bitch who knocks scriptures and chant Buddha all day long.

She knew that Dongfang Fengyuan cared most about that bitch in his heart...

"Master, the affairs in the back house have always been handled for my wife, and I hope it will be the same today. Let my wife share the worries of the master. Come, someone, and drag Miss Six out."

Several house slaves started immediately, they were all used to Murong Yi's orders, in normal family affairs, if Dongfang Fengyuan didn't speak up, they would respect Murong Yi.

So he ran up immediately and surrounded Dongfanglian.

"Who dares to touch Miss Ben?"

Dongfanglian snorted coldly.

The six people next to her, from Danyi... to Danliu, immediately made a move, and threw those servants aside with a few light strokes.Everyone fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

"You really have turned your back on you."

Murong Yi was very angry, she wanted to see how many people Dongfang Lian brought back.

After trying it out, several of Kong Wu's powerful domestic slaves were no match for them.It seems that martial arts are not weak.

Murong Yi is not a kind person either.

She was born as the first daughter of a big family, and the Zhen Guo Duke's Mansion can be regarded as the home of a military general, so Murong Yi had guards with good martial arts around him since he was a child, and when he married into the Zuo Xiang Mansion, he had thirty hidden guards as her dowry. Only by being a good helper can she establish a strong majesty in Zuo Xiangfu, and other aunts dare not oppose her at all.

"Hidden Guard!"

Murong Yi gave a cold shout, and the hidden guards who were hiding beside Murong Yi appeared one by one.

30 people, all of them are middle-aged. They have been with Murong Yi for more than [-] years and have considerable experience.

"Take down this rebellious girl for me."

Murong pointed at Dongfang Lian with arrogance and gave orders to Yinwei.

"Yes, ma'am."

Thirty hidden guards were all dispatched, Dongfang Lian took a step back, and the six warriors behind her quickly stepped forward to block her behind and protect her tightly.

"Listen, six of you, anyone who dares to touch a single hair of this lady will be killed without mercy."

Dongfang Lian is not polite anymore, at this point the relationship between her and Murong Yi has been completely torn apart.

"Yes."

The six people listened to the order, and immediately raised the scimitar, with an expression of attacking and preparing for a bloody battle.