Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 107 Grinding Mirror (1)
Shui Su has always been obsessed with cleanliness, although she was a slave in Zhuo's family, she was also dressed in rich clothes, fine food, beautiful couch and fresh clothes since she was a child, she has never seen such a hell scene before, she couldn't help feeling sick in her chest, covered her lips and ran to the side.

Huanyan also covered her lips and dared not look more.

Bitter barley doesn't want to vomit, but can only hold back the feeling of stomach acid.

Suddenly, a red whip swung diagonally, as if it was stained with the blood of countless people, with a smoky aura, it rushed towards Shuisu in the corner, and Kuyi yelled: "Don't!" Yue Nong stepped forward to meet him, grabbed the red whip, and got into a fight with the middle-aged fat female guard with a ferocious look.

The fat female guard roared angrily like a lion: "Idiot, you are so crazy, don't you see whose territory this is? Dare to fight with aunt and grandma, you will die like a rotten embryo."

Yibi kicked Kuyi's lower abdomen with his foot, and kicked hard on her waist.

The heart-piercing pain boiled like water, and the bitter barley hit the wall, holding her slender waist, her face was frighteningly yellow.

The fat female guard swung her whip at Kuyi, but Kuyi stretched out her hand to block it, gritted her teeth and held on.

Shui Su was terrified, and exclaimed in distress: "Miss!" She grabbed the female guard's whip with both hands, but because of the sour smell of sweat on her body, Shui Su didn't dare to bite her broad arms with her mouth, she has always been gentle and gentle. , can only be anxious to tears.

Huanyan's pupils were wide open, and she glanced at a girl in purple clothes with a disheveled head who was spinning beside her. The eyes of the two met, and the girl suddenly pulled the cock under her body, and quickly handed it to Huanyan. Huanyan didn't have time to thank her. He slammed the ferocious fat female guard fiercely with his lance, just hitting her head, dripping with blood.

Shui Su covered her lips with her hands in shock, and stood there dumbfounded.

The eyes of the girl in the disheveled purple dress were joyful, and the resentment that had accumulated for a long time finally gushed out.The Yajing women on the ground first showed their happy faces, then quietly hid them, regaining their numb and lost looks, lowering their heads and lowering their eyes, weaving separately.

Huanyan rushed forward to help Kuyi, and pulled Shuisu away from the bloody man.

Everyone in the hall was stunned, they had never seen this group of pungent women, they were used to humiliation, they were used to being enslaved, once they entered the king's gate, it was as deep as the sea, and they had no autonomy at all.

In the left corner of the hall, a pair of erratic phoenix eyes suddenly turned bright, and there was a sternness in the pupils, and the snow and frost passed over the crying female guards, like a sword slashing on the face of Kuyi, as if all the flowers had fallen, and she was alone. Sober and self-aware.

Kuyi accepted her weird look with pain, and thought to herself, seeing that she is only about thirty years old, wearing camel-colored single clothes, her attire looks like an ordinary maidservant, she is the only one who keeps the dirty place clean and tidy, but her But the eyes are definitely not what ordinary people have. They are the subtlety after prosperity, the coldness after despair, the alienation of long-awaited, and a ray of determination to escape from the sky.

No one can break her will with such a look, unless she isolates herself.

The two looked at each other calmly through the long loom, as if they had known each other before, but Kuyi couldn't think of where they had seen each other.

It's hard to tell what kind of affection, but the eyes are black and jade-like, but there are strands of entanglement.

The crying of the fat female guard finally attracted the cold weaving prison order.

Weaving Supervisor Ling is dressed in pink clothes, about twenty years old, her head is full of pearls and emeralds, and the Chinese clothes are faintly hidden, her breasts are half covered, and the pearl steps on her head shake her body gracefully, and her body is beautiful and colorful through the thin silk. Shayi has a variety of styles and styles.

Covering her yawns with one hand, and holding the cold silver moon stick in the other, she floated up to Kuyi and the others, looking back impatiently, she pointed the stick at the fat female guard and said, "Howling wolf! Even a newcomer!" The maid can't be restrained, do you still expect big things from you? Go down and get the medicine! Idiot!"

The fat female guard walked out holding her head aggrieved.

(End of this chapter)