The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Lin Qingran ignored Aunt Hua's gloomy, dripping face, and looked at Mrs. Wang, who refused to tell the truth even though she had lost both ears. She squinted her eyes, but just stared at her. She didn't say a word, and looked thoughtful, but in the eyes of Mrs. Wang, she was terrified, she was covered in cold sweat, and she was so frightened that she almost lost control of herself—Second Miss was thinking of a way to deal with her!

Thinking of Lin Qingran's current methods, looking at the bloody ears on the ground, and the debris on the ground, Mrs. Wang was terrified.

Lin Qingran smiled faintly, turned her eyes from Mrs. Wang to Aunt Hua, and said slowly: "Auntie, after thinking about it, I think it's better to let you deal with this evil slave. My aunt's methods are as gentle as water, but this evil slave, whether it's stealing ginseng from the warehouse, or plotting against the master, can't be lightly forgiven, so I ask my aunt to temporarily withdraw her compassion and find a way to seek justice for our siblings."

Aunt Hua is in charge of the house affairs, Lin Qingran's request is reasonable and reasonable, even though she just refused.

After Lin Qingran made such a fuss, she suddenly handed over the person to Aunt Hua. At this time and at that time, she didn't say anything before, and Aunt Hua's handling was not wrong, but at this time, if she handled it lightly, it would be a big blow. Something is wrong.

Especially under the cruel methods of Lin Qingran's sister and brother.

Now Aunt Hua has only one choice - heavy punishment.

Lin Qingran expended so much effort to spit out Mrs. Wang's handling method from Aunt Hua's mouth, so as to really chill the hearts of those who work for Aunt Hua.

Aunt Hua really didn't expect Lin Qingran's scheming to reach this level, almost killing people without blood.

But after all, the aunt who was in charge of the inner house was quite calm: "How can there be such evil slaves in the mansion, so they will naturally be sold."

Lin Qingran looked at Mrs. Wang, who was slumped into a ball of mud on the ground, but shook her head: "I'm afraid this is inappropriate! This kind of evil slave has a bad mind, and a heavy punishment is not enough to clean up the back house. If someone follows suit in the future, this……"

It's too light!

Aunt Hua had no choice but to grit her teeth and say, "Second Miss, what should I do?"

Lin Qingran looked at Aunt Hua with unusual sympathy, and said lightly: "When my mother was here, she once read Dongming's laws to our sisters, which clearly recorded how to deal with slaves who steal. , not to mention that this evil slave is more than just stealing, which has always been a serious crime?"

She blinked her eyes and asked in a surprised tone: "Don't you know, Auntie?"

This is sarcasm, naked sarcasm!

Dongming's laws?

Mrs. Wang gasped: The second miss wanted her life.

For slaves to steal, Dongming’s law is—stick death!

Everyone knows that Mrs. Wang stole, but she just made up a random sentence, but Lin Qingran is holding on tightly at this time.

When Aunt Hua heard Lin Qingran's words, her breath rushed into her head, the pain was like an explosion, not because of Lin Qingran's ridicule, but because of the deep meaning in his words: She is forcing Mrs. Wang to sell her .

However, the word "stealing" came out of her mouth, and she said it clearly, even if she shouldn't, she couldn't do it.

Therefore, Aunt Hua had no choice but to nod her head slowly, several times in a row, before saying: "Okay..."

As soon as this good word came out, her chest finally heaved, and a mouthful of hot blood spewed out like this—she had a heart attack that she hadn't had for many years.