maid's harem life

Chapter 9

"The mouth is really tough." The concubine Yao picked up the whip and swung it with her hand.

Xi'er knew she couldn't escape today, she covered her face with her hands and wept, her body struggled left and right with the whip, she didn't beg for mercy, she didn't cry out, in the stagnant air, there was only the muffled sound of her body being beaten.

Qingyin picked up her sleeves, endured the pain and wiped off the blood stains on her cheeks, got up, and hugged the woman's legs with both hands: "Yaofei, let her live."

Qingyin knows very well that Xi'er is just a substitute for the dead.

The woman was imprisoned and couldn't use her strength for a while.

"Go away." Yaofei angrily pushed Qingyin away, threw off the whip, and hit the woman on the back of the hand.

The skin and flesh were ripped apart, and Qingyin felt the dizziness getting stronger and stronger, so she had to support her with the other hand.

The woman couldn't listen to any persuasion, she flicked down the whip slightly, and there was a bit of crying in the shouting voice: "Bitch, how dare you use love potions for this palace, today, I will make you worse off!" die."

Qingyin stared at the concubine Yao in a daze, there were layers of sparkle in the woman's eyes, some of which had slipped down to her cheeks.

Love medicine, isn't it just an aphrodisiac, even if this bed attendant is really used, it won't be like this.

Panting, the woman put down the whip in her hand, the white whip was already stained with blood, Xi'er on the ground forgot to struggle, her hands were always protecting her face.

"Hmph, I just value your face so much." The woman stepped aside with a sneer, and told the maid beside her, "Help her take a bath, remember, put more coarse salt. Also, give that half of the face too." This Palace destroyed it."

The woman's voice seemed like Shura's ghost in hell, it was so gloomy and chilling to the heart.

Concubine Yao turned around and saw Qingyin opened her mouth, as if she had something to say.

The woman raised the whip in her hand and pointed at Qingyin: "If you say another word, I will tear your mouth apart, and..." The concubine Yao turned around and looked at Xi'er on the ground: "If you want to ask for mercy, I will Bury her alive."

Qingyin hastily swallowed all the unspoken words.

The concubine Yao threw down the whip and turned to look at the maidservants beside her: "Don't let her die, I want her to stay in the palace with a ruined face."

God, how can there be such a cruel person.

The woman stepped over Xi'er and sat down on the stone steps beside her.

On the side of the stone steps, there are several pots of gorgeous bonsai, and the surrounding bluestone slabs are covered with red flowers.

The concubine Yao put her hands around her knees, her body curled up into a ball, and her head was buried deeply.

The servant girls didn't dare to say anything, they just pushed Xi'er out.Leave a personal servant girl.

After a long time, the woman still hadn't got up, and the servant girl beside her stepped forward and whispered anxiously: "Concubine Yao, I will wait for you to take a bath."

The woman bowed her head and ignored it.

Qingyin caressed her forehead with one hand, and supported the ground with the other, trying not to let herself fall.

The few people remained in a stalemate until Yao Fei got up.

"Bath." The woman's voice was very light, and there was a heartbroken hoarseness.

"Yes", the maid on one side happily entered the room and prepared, Yao Fei got up, and when she passed in front of Qingyin, she stamped her feet: "You step back."

"Yes." Qingyin wiped the blood stains on his forehead with one hand, and was beaten for no reason, but could not fight for half a point. This is the despicableness of being a slave.

The concubine Yao entered the room, and the woman hurriedly struggled to get up, and walked out in disorderly steps.

When she walked out of the hall, Qingyin supported the gate with one hand, feeling dizzy and blood still dripping down.

"Qingyin." Coincidentally, girl Ye passed by and hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

"Who did you mess with again?"There was a hint of concern and questioning in the woman's tone, she picked up a brocade handkerchief and covered her forehead.

Qingyin closed her eyes in pain: "I'm fine."

"He said it's okay, hurry up, I'll take you back to get bandaged." Ye Yatou helped the girl to walk forward, she came out of the Sacred Heart Hall.It seems that it has something to do with that demon concubine again.

The two of them hadn't returned to their residence when they were stopped by Nunnies Yi who came from one side.

"Stop, what are you doing in such a hurry." The woman stepped forward and saw the injury on Qingyin's head.

"Nurse Yi." The two saluted, with Ye Yatou still supporting her with one hand.

"Why, I was beaten by the demon concubine." The woman seemed to have expected it, and walked around the two of them. "It seems that the medicine has worked."

The hand in Qingyin's sleeve was lightly shaken, it seems that she knew it long ago, but she insisted on paying Xi'er's life.

"Mother Yi, Xi'er was wronged."

The smile on the corners of the woman's mouth narrowed, her eyes turned cold, and she looked at Qingyin viciously: "She was wronged, didn't you bring the medicine? When did the demon concubine become kind, what a big joke", Yimao Mammy picked up her cuffs and covered the corners of her wanton mouth: "Don't worry, Xi'er won't die, for those in her hands, dying is due to virtue accumulated in the previous life."

Voiceless didn't understand, and even felt a little resentful.

It is obvious that he is the black hand behind him, but he can act as if nothing happened.

Ye Yatou continued to support her, pulled Qingyin's cuff, and then turned to the woman beside her: "Nurse Yi, if it's okay, the servants will leave first."

The woman was also afraid that things would change suddenly, so she waved her sleeves: "Let's go."

"Yes." Ye Yatou hurriedly pulled Qingyin forward, and only slowed down her steps after turning around a long corridor: "How many times have I told you, don't offend your superiors, this means that mother is not a vegetarian .”

Qingyin only felt that she had a severe headache, and she had no other thoughts to pay attention to it, so she nodded hurriedly.

Back in the maid's room, Ye Yatou cleaned up the blood stains on her forehead, picked up the gauze stained with ointment and bandaged it: "Okay, try not to touch the water these few days."

"Thank you, Miss Ye." That's her name, Miss Ye. Qingyin thought she was Xin Ye, who was sold to the palace, so she called her like that.

"No need." The woman smiled brightly: "In this palace, just be careful yourself, I'll go back first."

"Okay." Qingyin nodded, and was about to get up when she persuaded her: "I'll just go by myself."

After Ye Yatou left, the woman picked up the ointment she left and applied it on the back of her hand, rubbing it gently.

On the hand, there was burning pain, and a bloodstain swelled up glaringly. Every time the finger moved, it was implicated in pain.

Qingyin didn't dare to go out, until the sun set, she had to comb her bangs down a few strands to cover the wound on her forehead.

Lord Yao is almost back, and if he doesn't see himself later, he may have to make a fuss for a long time.

Due to staying in the house for a day, Qingyin has not eaten until now, and she has lost her energy.

Sure enough, before reaching Mingyao's palace, he saw a few servant girls standing outside the door from a distance, and when they saw her, they hurriedly greeted her.

"Hurry up, Lord Yao refuses to have dinner."

Qingyin shook her head, this little prince is just like a child.

Ming Yao was wearing a white satin shirt, he had delicious food in front of him, but he didn't have any appetite at all.

Looking up, she saw the gauze on Qingyin's forehead.

"My servant has seen Lord Yao." The woman stepped forward and stood behind him.

Ming Yao got up, and brushed away the broken hair on her forehead with one hand.

Qingyin froze in place in a panic, raised her eyes, and met her four eyes, but saw the tenderness that flashed in the man's eyes.

Pulling all her hair behind her ears, Mingyao stretched out a finger and slid it across the white gauze.

Voiceless didn't dare to move in a daze, eyes drooping, and there was a little uneasiness in his voice: "Lord Yao."

Ming Yao concentrated on looking at her wound, and did not ask the woman why she was injured.

He took Qingyin with one hand, pulled her to the front of the table, and forced her to sit on the stool.

The woman wanted to get up awkwardly, and the master and servant sitting together might cause some trouble again.

Ming Yao refused, and sat down beside her.

On the table, there was only a pair of bowls and chopsticks. With a push, the man handed the pre-filled meal to Qingyin.

Slender silver chopsticks, exquisite dishes and bowls, how can these be used by oneself?

"Lord Yao." The woman turned her head anxiously, and there was even a hint of pleading in her eyes.

Ming Yao picked up the silver chopsticks on the table, picked up a chicken leg, and put it in her bowl.Seeing that she was not moving, he pushed the bowl towards her and pushed it a little closer.

Seeing that she couldn't evade it, Qingyin was really hungry, so she had to pick up the bowl and chopsticks, and took a mouthful in fear.

As expected of the dishes in the Imperial Dining Room, the woman looked outside the door and saw that no one noticed, so she boldly started to chew.

Ming Yao put one hand on the side of her head, the woman ate very carefully, her eyes stopped wandering, and she concentrated on the food in the bowl.

Qingyin didn't care about the swollen back of the hand holding the bowl, and the man beside him smiled faintly.

Unexpectedly, watching a little maid eat, I can feel warm in my heart.

Qingyin ate half of it, raised her head, held chopsticks in one hand, and stretched out to the dishes on the table, her eyes were fixed on Mingyao.

The man made a funny gesture, and then she picked up the vegetables and started using them.

While eating, there was a sound of greetings from outside, before Qingyin could put down the bowls and chopsticks, Nanny Yi came in.

Ming Yao glanced at the door with displeasure, this tranquility was shattered at once.

Qingyin hastily stood up and saluted: "Your maidservant sees Yimao."

Nanny Yi lowered her head and glanced at the woman, her eyes looked at the dishes on the table, her expression turned cold, but she recovered in an instant: "I have seen Lord Yao."

Followed by several servant girls, all holding several pieces of clothes of different styles in their hands.

"Lord Yao, it's going to be winter soon. Here are some newly made clothes. This servant will serve the prince to try them on." Nunnery Yi took a navy blue shirt from the maidservant's hand and walked to the man.

Every month, the nuns in the palace will buy new clothes for the masters, and these matters around Mingyao are all decided by the nuns.

The man stood up, but handed the clothes in her hands to Qingyin.

Mammy Yi was taken aback for a moment, but her hands were still holding up the clothes, stiff in the distance.

Qingyin took it but didn't react, and glanced at the man.

Ming Yao smiled and raised his arms.

If he was not mistaken, he actually smiled at the maid just now.Everyone knows that Prince Yao is calm by nature, and usually he doesn't like to talk and laugh.

Mammy Yi folded her body, put her palms under her sleeves, and held them tightly.

(End of this chapter)