You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 209
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This stick took half of Zhilan's life, her thin body struggled and convulsed like a fish out of water, but was quickly pressed firmly on the bench again.

Fuyanyuan, which was still noisy before, became quiet in an instant.

This stick not only hit Zhilan's body, but also hit the hearts of all the servants, trembling involuntarily following the dull sound of falling on the body.

Zhilan raised her head, her face contorted with the pain, cold sweat mixed with tears washed her bloodless face, clusters of blood bloomed on the dress of her lower body.

If the thirty canes were played in one go, it might not be so difficult, but it was just a grinding style of play.

When the stick was pushed down, there was a momentary dull pain and loss of consciousness, followed by severe pain spreading from the inside out to all the limbs.

It was as if the lower body was torn apart, and the dense tingling pain made it hard to breathe.

In the end, another stick was added to the burning wound, which is fatal!

After hitting less than twenty sticks, Zhilan lost her voice, and even the muffled groans of pain could not be heard. The two wives who were executing the torture looked at each other, and they could see the intolerance in each other's eyes.

Quietly withdrew the strength in his hand, and heard the stick hit the flesh, but it was far from as powerful as the beginning.

If so, after these thirty sticks, Zhilan already exhales more breath and less inhales.

Every time Zhilan's voice became weaker, Li Qinrui felt relieved, until she saw that Zhilan no longer had the strength to open her eyes, she was completely relieved.

Li Qinrui stared at the deathly Zhilan, and finally took off her disguise, no longer covered the corners of her eyes with a veil, pretending to be sad and crying, but covered her mouth and nose, and her hanging eyes showed contempt.

It seems that the one who is limp on the bench is not the personal servant girl who has a deep friendship and takes the blame for herself.

It's like looking at the meat paste used for squeezing meatballs, which is repeatedly cut and beaten, and the eyes are indifferent, cruel and alienated.

The blood drops from Zhilan's lower body soaked down the stool legs to the ground.

"Tick tock, tick tock." There was a small puddle, exuding strong blood, a little timid, covering his mouth and bending over, the acid water in his stomach kept rushing up.

Wen Qing'er also turned her head away early, not to look at the scene in the garden.

This Zhilan is just a victim of the fight between her grandmother and Li Qinrui, whoever she is with will have her own fate.

I just felt sorry for her, if Zhilan didn't make it through, her life would be lost so easily, if she made it through, how would a girl who can't take care of herself live.

But Zhilan was willing to stand in front of Li Qinrui to shield her from suffering, and she had no one to blame for being in this situation, it was her own fault.

At this time, Mama Sun led Mrs. Chen over, followed by a group of little girls who lowered their heads and shrank their heads, trembling, obviously frightened by the scene just now.

Mrs. Chen wore a neat bun and a headband on her head, not a single strand of hair was exposed.

He was dressed in a gray gown and trousers, about forty years old, and his thick shoulders could hold two women in the house.

Mrs. Chen walked up to the old lady with big strides to salute, not taking the blood and flesh on the scene seriously at all.

"Say hello to the old lady, I haven't seen you for a long time, the old lady looks better than last time, the lady looks good, she looks like the girls in the mansion, and the girls have grown up Quite a few, there are not many in the capital who can compare to these three delicate flowers."

(End of this chapter)