An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

After the hour of You, Cheng Lao woke up, but she didn't look very energetic. She looked at the person beside the bed with her eyes open in a daze. Sang Ling stayed for a moment, then turned his head to the window. The early spring evening breeze was mixed with coldness, and the branches and leaves in the yard were rustling. It was obvious that another storm was coming.

She thought for a while, then told Wei Chu and a few maids to serve her, and left the hall.

The sky was gloomy at this moment, and two figures walked quickly towards us in the yard.

"Master." The speaker was A Zeng, and there was a burly man beside him.

This was the big brother Yin, Yin Fu, whom he had often mentioned before and had helped to find out information several times.

A month ago, I heard Ah Zeng and Wei Chu talking about this man. They said he was a retired warrior from the Marquis' Mansion. It was not because he was weak, but because he was old, so he naturally did not work on the front line. This was also the rule for employing people in the Marquis' Mansion, especially the warrior servants in the outer courtyard. When they reached the specified age, they either received money to go home for retirement, or stayed in the backyard to do other work.

Ah Zeng said that this person still had some skills. When he was in the side room of the third entrance, no one could move him. But now he was in the backyard and no longer used fists and feet, so he restrained himself a lot.

"He has to keep a low profile. If he fights with others in the backyard, Fang Ai won't want him anymore. If he is released, he won't get any money." This is what Ah Zeng said to Wei Chu.

Wei Chu turned around and said this to Sang Ling. Of course, she should be careful and it would be best to have talented people in all aspects under her, as they would be needed in the future.

Look, it’s being used right now.

The second young master's wife led the group through a dim corridor, passed a narrow alley behind a small kitchen, and entered an extremely inconspicuous little house.

Zong Xiang had been waiting inside.

This room was originally used as a firewood room. Later, there was a water leak in the side yard of Wuyuan, and the water seeped into this side. The room here was not waterproof, and the firewood got soaked. The servants moved all the storage items to another room, so this place became empty and was not used for a long time.

The inner pillars and beams were covered with dust. If Shen Huajun had not been brought here temporarily, I'm afraid they would have been demolished in two years.

"Are you still alive?" After injuring Cheng Mu in the morning, Shen Huajun was taken away immediately and has not seen Sang Ling since then.

Now her hands were tied, her face and body were covered with dust. Zong Xiang replied that she was only fed water and had no food all day.

"Of course I want to live." Sang Ling took a few steps closer.

The plain sleeves of her clothes brushed across the dusty ground, the jade rings hanging from her body jingled with her steps, and looking up was a delicate yet indifferent face.

Ah Zeng knew how to judge the situation, and immediately wiped the ground clean with her sleeve. She lowered her eyes slightly and knelt down casually, "How can I make you suffer if I'm not alive?"

"What are you going to do?" Shen Huajun was stunned. "Didn't my aunt come to pick me up? How dare you not let me go?"

Even though she knew that Shen was too busy with household chores to take care of anything else, she was still a member of the Shen family after all. If something happened at the Nie family's mansion, her aunt would always come no matter what.

"Your cousin will come to pick you up tomorrow." Sang Ling told the truth.

Shen Huajun snorted coldly. Since she would come tomorrow, what could Sang do to her? Could they kill her tonight? How could she hand over the people tomorrow?

"If you dare to touch me, my aunt will not let you off easily." Shen Huajun raised his chin and looked at her, his eyes red. "Even if she doesn't care about me now, if something happens to me here, she will lose face and punish you!"

"Really?" Sang Ling laughed dumbly, and his dark and deep eyes slowly moved to her bound hands.

Which hand was it that hit Cheng Ao with the small incense burner?

"Right hand." She murmured, turning her head to face Yin Fu, "I want her right hand."

Today, Ah Zeng was ordered to bring Yin Fu here, and he was told that it was for punishment. The two men had roughly guessed what was inside, so they brought their old stuff with them. Zong Xiang actually had some idea of ​​what was going on, but until he heard the master say this himself, he was still shocked.

Ah Zeng was waiting by the side, watching carefully. Born as a Yinfu warrior, he had done countless of these jobs before. He immediately took out his short knife and walked towards Shen Huajun. Zong Xiang lowered his head suddenly, and his body could not help but tremble.

The cold wind of early spring night was howling outside the house, and the candle lights on the corridor were like ghosts. Shen Huajun was completely stunned.

"I'm engaged to the Fu family, how dare you touch me!"

"Why shouldn't I?" The Second Young Master's wife glanced sideways, her long, rich, black hair scattered behind her. Purple lightning flashed past the window, half of her outline was hidden in the shadow of the lamp, and thunder followed closely behind.

Shen Huajun was completely stunned. It seemed that the Sang family girl was serious. She finally lost control and struggled to break free from the ropes, shouting, "There are people outside. The Sang family is trying to murder me! Don't you care? I am the future mistress of the Fu family, the niece of the mistress of the house!"

"The eldest lady has already told your aunt that you will be sent back tomorrow. I have also told your cousin—" Sang Ling said softly.

Before he could finish his words, the wind and rain arrived, hitting the roofs of all sizes in the mansion, flowing down the eaves to the stone ground. The sound just covered up the continuous screams from inside the house.

"They all agreed." The person in front of the window was still looking up, watching the arrival of the rainstorm.

The sound of breaking bones came into my ears, and the strong smell of blood instantly filled the abandoned house.

“Sang Ling!” Shen’s niece cried out, “Please——”

I don't know how long it was before he started begging for mercy, "No, no." Along with the continuous cries of pain, gasps, and splattering of blood and flesh, everything was drowned out by the rainstorm.

Shen Huajun's voice gradually faded away.

"He fainted." Yin Fu turned around and reported.

"Zong Xiang, go call the doctor from the pharmacy and tell him that the Shen family's wife went insane and accidentally got her right hand pinched when she bumped into the door."

Zong Xiang kept his eyes closed the whole time. After hearing this instruction, he responded with a relaxed look and immediately left the room.

*

A rainstorm suddenly came in the middle of the night. Ma Xing, a servant in Wuyuan, remembered in the middle of the night that there were still a few baskets of dried vegetables that had not been collected at the wall outside the kitchen, so he hurried back from the servants' room. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he heard a woman shouting from the back room.

Even though the shouting was intermittent and was mostly blocked by the sound of rain, he couldn't help feeling afraid. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to go over and find out what was going on.

When they got behind the old camphor tree, they saw the second young master's wife walking out. The lights were still on in the room, and a few figures could be vaguely seen from behind the windows.

The servant was immediately frightened and dared not move. He waited until the Second Young Master's Madam had completely left before he ran away.