Madam, be merciful!

Chapter 20 Bamboo
"I made this welt?"

Didn't you make that bruise?

Shao Qing thought about it and decided to keep silent.Look at how kind she is, she didn't make Lan Sheng feel guilty because of her injuries, and she didn't make her responsible because Lan Sheng touched her skin with the medicine.Shao Qing felt that she might never meet anyone better than her in her life.

After the medicine was applied, Lan Sheng took out a handkerchief from her arms, pulled up Shao Qing's hand slightly, and bandaged the wound with her clothes.After tying a simple knot, Lan Sheng put away the leftover medicine, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Shao Qing looking at her without blinking.

"Have you seen enough?"

Shao Qing blinked, "Brother Lan, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Go to sleep." Lan Sheng simply ignored her, went back to the table and sat down.

Shao Qing sniffed the handkerchief on her shoulder and grinned.

It is Lansheng's unique fragrance of evening primrose.

The moonlight scattered on the ground through the window, reflecting the mottled afterimage of the leaves.In the room covered with red silk, the woman lay weak and boneless on the man's body, raised her hand to caress the man's face, her eyes were fascinated.

"Brother Yue, it's so good..." the woman murmured, with traces of tenderness in her eyes.

A dark look flashed across the man's eyes, he suddenly got up and pushed the woman away, "We're getting married tomorrow, let's rest."

"Brother Yue..." The woman hurriedly pulled him back. For some reason, she always had a feeling of uneasiness, which made her inexplicably afraid, as if something important was about to be lost.

The man waved her hand away expressionlessly, took the robe from the screen, and left without saying a word.

There was only one woman left in the room, and the red silk cloth and festive cut-outs all over the room seemed to be mocking her, mocking her cruelty and selfishness.

The tenderness in Xiao Chongyan's eyes dissipated, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Come on, call Lin Xiaoxiao immediately to see the pavilion master."

In the deep bamboo grove, the man wielded his sword wantonly, and the bamboo green clothes fluttered, leaving deep marks where the sword's edge passed, and when it was closed, it brought up fallen leaves flying all over the sky.

The strong internal force in the blade swung out, and the surrounding bamboo immediately fell down.

"Poor bamboo, you have been used as a punching bag by senior brother again."

The girl's crisp voice suddenly rang in his ears, the man froze and staggered, he knelt down on one knee with his sword propped up, sweat dripped from his temples and wet his fine hair, his phoenix eyes surged like splashed ink.

Tomorrow is also her birthday...

"Young master." A black shadow appeared out of thin air.

The man stood up, retracted the sword, his movements were clean and neat, and his tone was slightly indifferent: "That old guy still refuses to say?"

"Your subordinate is not good at doing things, please come down to your crime, young master."

The man closed his eyes, and there was a bottomless cold light in his cold eyes, and he said coldly: "That's all. Get rid of all the people outside the ancestral hall."

"Yes, son."

The sword in the man's hand stabbed out backhanded, only to hear a muffled groan from somewhere, followed by the sound of objects falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)