The first peasant concubine of the prosperous age

Chapter 23

Through the night, Yang Yao could see a dozen skinny people struggling to move things. Beside him was a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, standing like that, whipping him from time to time.

And those people dare not make a sound even if they are in pain.

Seeing this, Yang Yaoyao's eyes sharpened. Did this person treat his parents and elder brother like this before? When he thought of such a scene, Yang Yaoyao couldn't control the killing intent in his heart.

But right now, she found her parents and elder brother first, and their loving faces flashed faintly in her mind. Isn't the thin person who was beaten just now the father of this predecessor?
Seeing him being beaten made her feel very uncomfortable, but she still held her hand tightly to control the urge to kill.

After searching for a while, I found my mother and elder brother in a dilapidated place. It turned out that it was not the house they lived in. They were lying under a thatched shed in the cold weather.

"My child, does it hurt?" The rickety woman gently rubbed a man's foot, her voice was old but soft.

"Mother, don't worry, the baby is fine." The man's voice was full of righteousness, as if nothing could suppress him.

"Son, it's mother who is sorry for you. Mother is useless. If mother is useful, you and your sister won't have to suffer." The woman secretly wiped her tears.

"Mother, it's not your fault. It's because I was careless. I don't know what happened to my sister. Someone brought those copper coins to her, and she returned them. Is it because I am young? I will continue to work tomorrow. I can earn more, so that my sister can live better." Yang Yanhao said, with some self-blame in his voice.

"I have saved a little this month. I don't know if I can go home during the Chinese New Year. Then I can buy some rouge for your sister. Her favorite thing is rouge."

Hearing this, Yang Yaoyao's eyes were a little sore, she looked up at the sky, how could she get such warmth, this kind of warmth was what she had been longing for in her previous life, in fact, she didn't ask much, she just wanted to have a home.

Now that she has obtained this life, she must protect her family well and not hurt anyone.

Yang Yaoyao hid in the dark like this, looking at her family all the time, feeling more and more painful and sad in her heart. She thought she was a cold-blooded and unintentional person, but in fact she was only cold on the outside and hot on the inside. When she met worthy warmth, she would fight hard. Go all out to protect.

She really couldn't bear to watch it any longer, she was afraid that if she continued to watch it, she would really be impulsive, and the result of impulsiveness would be that she and her family in this life would no longer be able to live a peaceful life.

She must think of a perfect solution.

When she walked over the eaves, she suddenly heard a voice, then squatted down, lifted the tile and looked, and when she saw the person below, her eyes flashed with surprise, it turned out to be Jin Heng.

"Oh, oh, I say take it easy, take it easy." Jin Heng lay on the bed, with his back and butt exposed, and let the servants apply the medicine to him.

"Second son, I said that the master is really ruthless, and he was beaten so ruthlessly." The young man looked at the vertical and horizontal scars, and somewhat avenged Jin Heng's injustice.

"Hmph, he never regarded me as his son. Even if I caused so many troubles, he never cared about me. Even if I went to prison, he only had interests and women in his eyes." Jin Heng changed his arrogant attitude. His tone was bitter.

"Second son, let the master pay more attention to you in the future, and if you know how good you are, maybe the master will not be so cruel to you." The young man tried hard to persuade.

Hearing what the boy next to him said, Jin Heng snorted coldly, and laughed at himself: "Xiao Yao, you think that if I behave well, that old man will take good care of me. He doesn't care about me at all, only that woman and her son." As Heng said, there seemed to be a strong hatred hidden in his words.

"But only you, son, are the master's own son."

"Haha, he has been obsessed with ghosts for a long time. He has been fascinated by that vicious woman. He doesn't care whether he is biological or not. Anyway, in my eyes, he would not be my father. If it weren't for..." Jin Heng seemed to think of something. He spoke halfway, and then stopped talking.

Seeing this, Yang Yaoyao slightly twitched the corner of her mouth, a cold and wise light flashed in her eyes, she thought of a wonderful way, maybe she could eradicate the Jin Mansion quietly and effortlessly.

Yang Yaoyao was like a nimble fox, shuttled away from the eaves in the night, suddenly she felt an unusual breath in the air, and with her sensitivity to danger, she immediately bent her body upside down nimbly.

After those people left, Yang Yaoyao got up and looked thoughtfully at the luxuriously dressed man with a gloomy air all over his body.

Perhaps this person should be Jin Heng's unrelated elder brother—Jin Lin. This person has nothing to do with Master Jin, but he can be so favored in front of Master Jin, even surpassing Master Jin's own son—Jin Heng. It is not simple.

The howling wind of the cold winter season is just like the atmosphere tonight. Maybe no one knows what will happen tonight, but this night, the gate of fate opens quietly and unfolds along the vast trajectory. Maybe it was calm and silent at first, but But it also reveals the glorious life of a certain legendary woman. After many years, historians turned over the thick history books, explored the fertile place of the woman, and found this page. At that time, it had already begun to quietly change the pattern of the entire continent.

Yang Yaoyao looked at Jin Lin's back, then followed him quietly, and saw him enter a luxurious house.

Yang Yaoyao jumped lightly, came out of the window, and listened to the voices inside.

"Why are you here tonight?" A charming female voice came.

"The old man is not here today, I'll come and see you." The man's voice was cold.

"You haven't seen me for a long time." The woman seemed to be coquettish, and then the figures of the two leaned together.

"You know, I can't make any mistakes now, as long as Jinheng is not removed, I can't really gain a foothold in the mansion." The man pretended to sigh, but his voice was still cold and heartless.

"Isn't the master disappointed with him now, maybe he has forgotten that with me here, this golden mansion must be yours." The woman's voice was charming, but she was full of confidence.

"I can't wait, I'd better stick to the plan sooner."

Listening to it, the sound of male and female love came from inside, Yang Yaoyao smiled brightly, vicious places are always dirty.

After the third watch, Yang Yaoyao returned to the servant's room in the west, and followed the man in charge with a whip into a large room.

As soon as the manager entered the room, he slammed the whip aside and cursed, "I'm tired from beating you today, so let me see if I don't beat you to death tomorrow." It seems that viciousness has become something he must do every day.

Yang Yaoyao's eyes were full of murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)