An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 29 Shougong Sand Storm (5)

The master was furious: "Little hoof, you are talking nonsense! The old man didn't do it at all!"

I continued to insist: "You did!"

The master shouted: "I didn't do it!"

I yelled at him: "Godfather, you did it!"

The master yelled again: "I didn't do it!"

I yelled at him again: "Godfather, you did it!"

The master insisted: "I didn't do it!"

I also insisted: "Done!"

The master insisted again: "I didn't do it!"

Me and the master, you say something, I say it, we are tit for tat, each sticks to our words, and we have a lot of quarrels.

Madam, a fake "judge", has little experience in handling cases. She stares at me for a while, and the master for a while, not knowing who should be judged right and who is wrong.

I quarreled with the master for a long time and couldn't get the point.

It is estimated that such endless quarrels will not solve the practical problem until the flowers are withered-in fact, it has become a fact that I am not a virgin, and "did" or "didn't" are not important.The important thing is to get straight to the point: should the plan of Pan Feier exchange for Pan Jinlian continue?
Suddenly, she saw Pan Jinlian rushing in. She sat on the ground with disheveled hair.

She wailed loudly: "Daddy, it's all your fault, it's a big deal! There are so many maids in the mansion, why don't you spoil Pan Fei'er? What should I do now? I don't want to live! I don't want to live Yes! If I must enter the palace and marry the emperor, then I will die! If I die, you will not live!"

She was so frightened that Madam quickly pulled her up and hugged her in her arms: "Oh dear, you can't die! If you die, mother doesn't want to live anymore, she will die with you."

Pan Jinlian cried and fussed: "If you don't want me to die, and you don't want to die, then you can think of a way, and I don't care."

Madam said: "Okay, mother, think of a way! Mother, think of a way!"

The old man couldn't argue with his mouth, and had to do Dou E wrong, but unfortunately God didn't come to help him, and set up a June snowstorm to cheer him up, so he had no choice but to hang his head helplessly, not daring to vent his anger.

(End of this chapter)