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Seeing that the maid was not going to beg for mercy, Bing'er stopped her actions and threw the bamboo stick to the side. She clapped her hands and went over to Lian'er. She squatted down to help Lian'er up and worriedly asked, "How are you?" Being punched and kicked by a few people must be very painful, very painful!

Lian'er smiled at Bing'er and shook her head, "I'm fine." I'm already used to it, it doesn't hurt at all. "

Bing-Er felt a bit uncomfortable. Lian'er was already the lowest class of maidservants in the House of Ye. She had been working all day and had to endure being bullied by the other maidservants. She supported Lian'er as they sat on a wooden bench in front of the wooden basin. When she saw the clothes and clothes of the maidservants, she immediately understood why the maidservants wanted to beat Lian'er.

Bing-Er crouched down and fished out the dresses of the maidservants, walking over to the maidservants on the ground. She threw her wet bosom on top of the maidservants, looking at them coldly, "Your dresses were left by me behind the well, so it has nothing to do with Lian'er. If you want revenge in the future, come find me! " After finishing her sentence, Bing'er turned around and walked towards Lian'er, but she had only taken a few steps before she stopped and turned around to look at the maidservants, "Lian'er is a maidservant, and you are also maidservants. Your statuses and statuses are the same, you are not allowed to bully Lian'er, and anyone who dares to bully Lian'er, I will be rude to them!" In the future, all of your clothes will have to be washed by yourselves. If you dare to bring it here for Lian to wash, then it will not be as simple as just leaving your dresses behind the well. "

The maidservants looked at Bing-Er while holding their painful parts. Their eyes were full of resentment, unwillingness and helplessness. Bing-Er stared back at them coldly and said slowly, "Get lost!"

The maidservants glanced at each other, then crawled up while enduring the pain on their bodies. The maidservant wanted to get up from the ground, but the pain was too great for her to do so. The maidservants glanced at the maidservants' armors that had fallen to the ground, then turned around and limped out of the small courtyard. No one paid any attention to the maidservants' armors that had fallen to the ground.

The maid who was lying on the ground had an extremely unsightly expression on her face. She endured the pain in her body as she slowly got up from the ground and also limped out of the small courtyard.

"Halt." Bing-Er called out to them coldly.

The maidservants stopped and turned around to look at Bing-Er.

Bing-Er pointed at the maid dresses on the ground and ordered, "Take them away!"

The maidservants glanced at each other, then walked up and picked up the dresses on the ground, leaving the small courtyard.

Lian'er stood up from the wooden bench and walked in front of Bing'er. Watching the few maidservants leave, she turned around and worriedly asked Bing'er, "Will they take revenge on you in the future?" That maid armor was famous for taking revenge.

Lian'er's worried eyes made Bing'er's heart warm, and she gave Lian'er a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I will protect myself."

"What about you? "Is it really okay?" Bing-Er was actually worried about the injuries on Lian'er's body.

Lian'er shook her head at Bing'er, "I'm fine. This little injury is nothing to me."

Bing-Er looked at Lian'er, who was covered in wounds, and said that she was fine. She felt her heart ache. Lian'er, who was an honest man, was bound to be bullied in this big house.

Seeing that the sun was setting and the clothes on the bamboo were all dry, Bing-Er went forward and put away the clothes on the bamboo. Lian'er hurriedly walked up to Bing-Er and said, "Bing-Er, I will collect the clothes. Just fold them."

"No need, your body was just injured, why don't you fold the clothes for me?" He had to stretch his arms to collect the clothes. Lian'er's arms and body were all injured. If he stretched his arms to collect the clothes, it would definitely hurt the wounds on her body.

"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all." Lian'er put all the clothes she just put into Bing'er's arms and pushed Bing'er into the small broken house.

Bing-Er sat on the bed in the broken room and folded the clothes one by one.

Lian'er took off her clothes from the bamboo pole and hugged it to her chest. She stood at the door waiting for Bing'er to get her clothes before taking them away from her.

When Bing-Er took the clothes from Lian'er, her foot accidentally twisted and she fell to the ground. The one in her hand fell to the ground.

"How are you?" Lian'er quickly entered the room and looked at Bing-Er nervously. Her eyes were full of worry.

Bing-Er shook her head, "I'm fine." He then stood up from the ground and patted off the dust on his body.

Lian'er was relieved when she heard that Bing'er was fine. When she found out that she was in a small broken house, her eyes showed a hint of fear, and without thinking, she immediately ran out of the house and stood in the small yard, breathing heavily.

Bing'er stood behind Lian'er, looking wistfully at Lian'er's back. Just now, she saw Lian'er's frightened eyes, and she had always felt that Lian'er didn't dare to enter this broken house, so she purposely fell to the ground and brought Lian'er into the room. When Lian'er found herself in this broken house, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.

Bing-Er couldn't help but look around this shabby house curiously. What was Lian'er afraid of?

After Bing'er had folded all the clothes, she gave them to Lian'er, who took the clean clothes to the lords.

Lian'er took the clothes from Bing'er and gave half of her clothes to Bing'er, "Let's take these clothes with us."

"Sure." Bing'er took the clothes and followed Lian'er out of the small courtyard.

After walking some distance away, Bing'er couldn't help but turn around and look at the broken house behind her. She murmured to herself, "Ah! Why do I feel like our laundry room is like a cold palace in the palace? It's desolate and dilapidated!"

"That place was originally a cold palace in the Prime Minister's Estate. It's just that it has recently become a place for washing clothes." Lian'er took over Bing'er's words and said.

Lian'er's words surprised Bing'er. She turned around and looked at the broken house again, "It would be a good place to make the cold palace. I just don't know who would be locked in there so miserably."

"It's Madam." Lian'er answered Bing'er.

"Madam? How is this possible? "Madam is the mistress of the Prime Minister's Estate. How could she be locked in there?" Bengel, holding his clothes in his arms, walked alongside Lian'er. His eyes were filled with curiosity. For such a noble woman like Madam Lin, he could imagine that she had once been locked up in such a remote place that no one cared about her!

Lian'er seemed to realize that she said too much. She hugged the clothes on her chest and quickly walked away, ignoring Bing'er.

It seemed like Lian'er knew a lot of things, but it would take a while to get the words out of her mouth. She knew that if she wanted to get the information from Lian'er, it would take some time.

After Bing'er and Lian'er delivered the clothes to their masters, the two of them went back to their own rooms. Bing'er's room was just one wall away from Lian's room, and when Bing'er gently pushed open the door, from the corner of her eyes, she saw Lian'er standing at the door, not daring to enter her own room, as if she was afraid of something.

Bing-Er frowned slightly. Lian'er was not only afraid of the broken house in the yard, but also afraid of sleeping in her own room!

She secretly glanced at Lian who was still standing at the door of the room, then pushed it open and entered her own room.