"Here, isn't this the young man who often drives a carriage to my place with his father to buy goods?" One of the aunts thought she was mistaken, "Are you a young man?"
The young man kicked the man, still not relieved, he punched the man in the face again, and said cursingly: "Smelly shameless, you don't even know what your wife looks like, so you come to our young marshal's mansion to throw dirty water.
Fortunately, I am a man, if I were a woman, you would take advantage of me. "
The man's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he repeatedly begged for mercy, "I'm dazzled, I misread it, I misread it, stop beating me."
Xiao Nianzi grabbed the collar of the man's clothes, pointed to another "Young Marshal's Wife", and asked, "What about her? Is she your wife?"
The man didn't dare to speak, and stared at the person in front of him carefully with his black eyes blinking.
There is no Adam's apple, the skin is delicate, and she simply nodded: "Yes, she is my wife."
"Mother, uncle, I am your ancestor." Another "Young Marshal's Wife" was also furious, and rushed over to help the young man beat him up again.
The old man in the crowd covered his eyes: "Oh, isn't this the little Zhuozi from the same school as my grandson? Dressed like this, I just think it looks familiar, and I almost didn't recognize him."
Xiao Zhuozi wiped off the makeup on his face, revealing a pretty boy's face, looking like he was only eleven or twelve years old.
The Adam's apple is not prominent, and the childishness of a baby face is still intact.
Bao'er was afraid that the two of them would continue to fight, so he beat the man to death, let Xiao Nianzi and Xiao Zhuozi stop, and pointed at the man's chest with the tip of his embroidered shoes: "I don't even know what our young lady looks like, He just poured dirty water on her.
explain! Who ordered you to frame our young lady? "
The surrounding crowd also felt that they had been tricked, and felt as guilty as they had slandered the young marshal's wife just now, so they simply turned all their anger on the man.
Chu Yunyao was dressed in coarse cloth, her long hair was loosely tied, her face was painted waxy yellow, she mixed in the crowd, quietly trying to reduce her sense of existence.
Seeing that the situation has developed like this, he pushed aside the crowd, stepped forward, stood beside Bao'er, and said indifferently: "As long as you tell the person who instructed you behind the scenes, we will not make it difficult for you. Tell me, who told you to do this?" of?"
The man saw that Chu Yunyao was dressed as a servant, she was small in stature, but she had an extraordinary bearing. She looked aloof and noble, and thought that she might be the woman who was serving the young marshal personally, so he knelt on the ground and wept bitterly: "Sister, please give me a hand!" I am the master, what I just said is true, no one instructed me."
"Oh, really?" Chu Yunyao kicked him on the shoulder, kicked him to the ground, and raised her foot to step on his shoulder: "You keep saying that Mrs. Marshal is your wife, open your eyes! See clearly, who is Miss Ben?"
"You, who are you?" The man stared at those eyes for a while, but he thought they looked familiar, but he couldn't remember them.
The housekeeper brought the guards over, "Here comes someone, tie up this bastard and send it to the yamen. You won't even recognize the young marshal's wife standing in front of you, and you dare to lie."
The man hesitated for a moment, and pointed at Chu Yunyao: "You, are you the young marshal's wife?"
Chu Yunyao's eyes were cold and sharp, she took the handkerchief from Bao'er, wiped her sallow face, revealed her beautiful fair face, and said to the crowd, "You all saw it, Whoever dares to slander this lady or the reputation of the Young Marshal's Mansion will end up like this!"
Hands up and down!
Blood splattered everywhere!