C66 punching board

"Master, the jacket is here." Xiao Liuzi walked to Master Zheng's side and handed the coat over, but Master Zheng did not accept it. Instead, he pointed at Mother Song.

"Hey, pass this to your Mother Song, let her remember this properly. Do you have any impression of this coat?" Xiao Liuzi walked to the front of Mother Song obediently and bent down slightly, "Mother Song, Old Master will show you."

The Mother Song did not dare to pick it up, so Xiao Liuzi passed it over, "Mother Song, since the Old Master has shown it to you, you should take a closer look.

When Mother Song heard this, she could only extend her hand and take the coat. There was no need to pay attention to it, she knew which one it was already, after working on it for so many years, she still had this kind of eyesight.

"What's wrong? Do you remember now, or can you not remember when the coat was made?" For whom? "

Master Zheng was not in a hurry. He had plenty of time, and this was the first time he was so happy.

Without my respect, you servants are just a bunch of ants. I want to see who can last longer.

"Servant, servant, I can't remember." Mother Song lifted the jacket over his head, but no one came to pick him up. Xiao Liu had already walked a long distance away, and stood there motionlessly.

"Mother Song, your memory is so bad. I'll give you a chance. Master Zheng bowed from her chair, and sent Mother Song out with a face full of anticipation.

Great Master, this servant truly cannot remember. This year, needle room does not need to count the number of clothes she makes, and this servant is not the only one who makes clothes.

Mother Song cheered himself on in his heart, telling himself not to be afraid. Clenching his teeth, perhaps there was no evidence, and this matter would end like this.

"Even if the other needle and thread Mother Song cannot remember, the Mother Song should also remember this piece of clothes. What a unique coat, if Mother Song were to forget about it, it would be such a pity."

Looks like there really is someone who isn't afraid of death. Then I'll just grind my teeth and hang on. Master Zheng lazily leaned back in her chair.

"Master, please forgive this servant. This servant really doesn't remember. This servant has received the order to distribute the clothes below. If you don't believe me, can you ask them?"

He suddenly remembered that there were still people behind him, so he quickly pointed behind him, hoping that they would help him speak up. After all, if something were to happen to him, none of them would be able to escape.

Unexpectedly, no one dared to make a sound, and even after Mother Song said that, he lowered his head, afraid that Master Zheng would look at him and drag him out.

"Looks like indeed, no one remembered it. Xiao Liuzi, take a stool and show Mother Song your good memory." Seeing that the Chef Chang side had stopped beating, Su Yun was no longer able to move. He could only hear two "humph" sounds, and a trail of blood appeared on his back and buttocks.

"Master, it's an injustice. This servant really doesn't remember." Mother Song was truly afraid, but he clenched his teeth and did not spit, wanting to pass this stage.

The Chef Chang was an example. If he could withstand it, then maybe he would have to endure the hardships. No matter how scared he was, he would have to endure it.

"That's why I said you have a long memory. Maybe the moment you get excited, Mother Song will remember it." Master Zheng pointed at Chef Chang, "Hey, he must have remembered something." Chef Chang, who was unable to get up, quickly nodded his head.

, go listen to what the Chef Chang has to say, remember them down one by one. "" Okay, go ahead.

Xiao Liuzi agreed and then left with an attendant who was holding onto a brush and ink stone. Before he could even start asking, Master Zheng suddenly remembered that he had not fought yet.

"Seeing this grandpa's memory, Xiao Liuzi, take a stool first, hit on this side, ask that side, and neither will delay." Xiao Liuzi hurriedly ordered the servant to get a stool, causing the Mother Song to scream out in fear.

"Stop talking and throw it up." With a piece of cloth being carelessly stuffed, Mother Song was placed on a chair. She struggled vigorously, and the four servants were almost unable to hold her down.

"He's really stupid, can't he think of a way?" I can't even hold on to a single person, so I'm tied up. " Seeing the look of disdain on Master Zheng's face, Xiao Liuzi ordered his men to look for the rope.

After arranging this side, he heard the sound of a board slapping flesh and wiped away his sweat. He then went to Chef Chang's side.

"All of you, think about what kind of harsh treatment did you have towards the Third Miss in the years you were in the Weir Prefecture." Master Zheng turned his gaze towards the group of people in front of him. None of you should even think about escaping, Master Zheng pointed at the crowd of people with his finger and said a few words.

"Remember, the more you think about it, the less likely you will be hit. Don't think that you'll be able to dodge it just by clenching your teeth. The two of them are examples. I'll give you time to think about it."

"Do you want to tell me before you get beaten, or do you want to tell me after you're done? The number of boards is not the same. You'd better think about it."

Mother Song had already finished his execution of the board, but no one said a word. Seeing that Xiao Liuzi was still busy recording down the statements for Chef Chang, Master Zheng suddenly felt that the number of people he could trust was still too few, and it was only now that he realised, there was no one else available.

He looked left and right, then casually pointed to two attendants and brought over two more stools. The attendants received their orders and left. The people kneeling on the ground were obviously trembling.

"Pick up two at random, and beat them ten times each first. If you can't remember, then beat them again." The valet pulled two closer, and the two of them collapsed to the ground in fright, struggling with all their might and shouting, "I will speak, I will speak, my lord, I will speak."

The servant went to pull at the back again, but everyone's head kowtowed loudly and begged the old master to save them. When they said that they had something to say, the Master Zheng shook his head, signalling for the courtyard to be quiet.

"Since we have something to say, I don't know who to listen to first. How about this, we'll go through the halls one by one. Who's right, I'll beat him up a few more times. If his memory is bad, then it'll depend on who's lucky."

Master Zheng stood up and gestured for them to be brought one by one to the side of the house. He wanted to listen carefully to what they had to say.

Don't be in such a hurry, it's fine to be late, but I will remember everything you have to say. If someone's statement is different from the others', I will carefully investigate.

After Master Zheng said that, he turned and went to the side room, walked a few steps, and then thought about Mother Song, "Xiao Liuzi, after Chef Chang has finished writing her statement, write it down for Mother Song, and tell her, this is a room full of witnesses. If she has anything less to say, just watch."

Xiao Liuzi answered loudly. The Master Zheng had finally finished giving orders and directly went into the wing. The ruckus in the courtyard was so great that he could hear it from the study in the neighboring yard.

Even though it was someone else's home or the home of someone he loathed, he couldn't resist his curiosity and called the attendant at the entrance to ask him what was going on. The attendant had been keeping guard outside the door the entire time, so he wasn't too sure.

He only said that the Old Master had called for people to bring all the servants who had been serving in Weir Prefecture to the front courtyard. He did not know the specific reason, but he could hear the sound of someone hitting a board.

The Chiang actually guessed correctly, and there was a faint excitement. had finally thought it through and wanted to settle the score? He had to take a look at this.

"Brat, bring me to the front yard to take a look." Chiang walked to the door of the study, and signaled the servant at the entrance to bring him to the front courtyard. He didn't want to miss such a lively event.

"Jiang, Chiang, Master, Master ordered for you to wait here." If not, he wouldn't dare to casually make a decision. If the Chiang saw something that he shouldn't have seen, then he would be the one who played the board.

"What, I can't afford to roam his house." The Chiang directly left the room, "Letting you lead the way is giving him face. If you don't accept it, then I will go myself. "Hmph."

The servant had no choice but to follow behind him, thinking to himself, "If you force your way in, then the lord can only blame me for not stopping you. But if I lead you there, it would be my fault."

"Chiang, please wait a moment." Chiang did not care that he was acting behind him as he rushed to the front yard. As soon as he entered the door of the front yard, he saw that there were people kneeling on the ground.

They were all listless, and two of them were lying on chairs on the floor, their bodies covered in blood. Chiang was inexplicably happy when he saw one of them come out from the side room, and then another one was brought in.

Without even thinking, the Chiang ran towards that door, who cares if Zheng Mingrui let him watch the show, since he wouldn't miss the opportunity to humiliate him.

"Mm, continue talking." Chiang walked to the side of the door and heard his voice. Only, it was obvious that he was not in a good mood.