Thirty Three: Make a Mosaic

Jiang Pengji sneered, glanced at all the stewards and servants who were watching the sentence, and said, "Everyone will watch until they hold their breath, otherwise no one will be able to leave, and no one will be able to look away. However, what happened here today, if Anyone who dares to chew their tongues indiscriminately will be treated as the same, and will be beaten to death with a stick."

"Last night, I didn't directly point out the person who left the night watchman without authorization. After watching the sentence, I will go to receive the punishment myself."

Bullying the men who don't have a lot of power in Liu's mansion, right?

Then watch, until everyone is scared when they see it.

The housekeeper watched from the side, sighed secretly, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Erlang, this is too..."

The family of Liu's poems and books must pay attention to demeanor and face in everything he does. Things like this kind of dirty eyes have always been left to the people below. Jiang Pengji only needs to be strategic and control the overall situation.

However, when the butler thought of Liu Lanting's mother, he felt that this kind of behavior was not unacceptable.

Perhaps, Mr. Erlang's gentleness and decisiveness under the surface were more given by his wife.

Jiang Pengji played with her new fan, and said leisurely, "If you don't do this, that girl will eventually seek death. The maidservant of the Liu family is not a helpless orphan outside the house. She has been wronged here, so she is entitled to ask her creditors for help. Get back some interest. Besides, my father was not in the mansion these years. Although the housekeeper tried his best to take care of Liu's mansion, he was old and his energy was not as good as when he was young. People's unhealthy tendencies cannot guarantee that everyone can be as loyal and loyal as a housekeeper... Heh, outsiders like them can come and go at will in the inner court?"

That servant is not strict with his mouth, or he likes to talk very much.

Jiang Pengji could completely imagine that if he drank too much one day, or became elated for a while, he would tell his cronies about the fact that he forcibly raped the maidservants in the inner courtyard, and spread the word to ten, ten, and hundreds, until the whole Hejian County knew about it. At that time, the reputation of the entire Liu family's female family members was completely ruined.

If he doesn't die, whoever dies!

The housekeeper was still worried, after what happened today, the whole Hejian County would probably know that Mr. Erlang of the Liu family is a ruthless person.

The sun was not too strong at this time, and it was a bit chilly when it shone on the body, but this kind of cold, everyone felt that there was no coldness in their hearts.

The maidservant was a little petite, but at this moment she used all her strength to beat the tightly bound man with a wooden stick. The other party was in pain and wanted to get away, so she chased and beat him with a wooden stick, hitting wherever it hurt, and the sound of heavy blows echoed in everyone's hearts.

Not only the servants who were forced to watch felt chills all over their bodies, but also the people who watched the live broadcast on the other side of the screen couldn't bear it. Some of them who had poor endurance felt nausea in their throats.

Despite this, the number of viewers on the live broadcast slowly climbed to 3,000, and there were still many viewers queuing outside.

There is an upper limit on the number of people in the live broadcast room. For a first-level new anchor like Jiang Pengji, the maximum number of viewers is only 3,000. If you want to increase the upper limit, you must use the popularity value on the anchor account to upgrade the anchor level to the system.

It takes 100,000 popularity points for a first-level anchor to be promoted to a second-level anchor, and Jiang Pengji's current account only has 1532 live popularity points.

The butler said in shame, "It's a villain who is not good. I am ashamed of the master's great trust, and I am tired of Erlang-jun's reputation in the future..."

If he hadn't noticed that the mansion had become like this, and hadn't taken precautions in advance, his Erlang lord wouldn't have used such fierce and ruthless methods.

Jiang Pengji was very confident about this, "Don't worry, no one dares to talk too much, maybe they will praise me for being decisive in managing the family."

If she didn't have this means, those gentry clans whose noble daughters were captured would be worried.

How could a guy who didn't even dare to do anything serious to his family's slaves, and was restrained by the other party's unreasonable reasoning, how could he have the ability to protect himself and all the ladies in such a dangerous situation?

housekeeper:"……"

From start to finish,

It took more than half an hour, and everyone present and the audience in the live broadcast room were forced to watch for more than an hour.

The ground was stained with large patches of blood, white brains and shattered bones were smeared on the ground, and some smashed meat was scattered everywhere... The servants in the courtyard were too frightened to speak. The lower abdomen was slightly numb, and a stream of heat flowed down the base of the legs, and I was so frightened that I couldn't stop it!

No one can have a clear conscience, for fear that what they have done in the past will be found out, and the audience behind the screen will feel that they have been forcibly reshaped.

Jiang Pengji acted like a normal person, stepping on the wooden clogs, she stepped forward leisurely, took the wooden stick that the maid could hardly hold, grabbed the other's hand, and squeezed.

"I've already had someone cook the medicine for you. Remember to soak your arms after you go down, otherwise, tomorrow you will be so sore that you can't lift your hands. Look at these hands, they look slender and thin, but they can also avenge themselves, don't you remember? Hold on, if anyone insults you in the future, you will deeply remember the process just now. Only when you are alive will you have the day of revenge and vent your hatred. If you die, the one who is at ease will always be the perpetrator. My maidservant of the Liu Manor is not to be bullied clay sculpture."

The servant girl was able to hold back without collapsing because of the breath in her heart. Now, after hearing Jiang Pengji's words, she felt an indescribable grievance. She knelt down at her feet, her forehead resting on the backs of her folded hands, her shoulders trembled, her spine arched slightly, and she cried silently.

Sighing softly, Jiang Pengji ordered someone to carry the corpse down to clean it up, and then beat all the servants again.

In the inner courtyard on the west side, Madam Die, who just woke up from a nap, heard a strange look in her eyes when she heard the maid's reply.

"You said, Mr. Erlang really killed him with a stick?" Madam Die sat up from the soft upper half, and the winking maid immediately fetched the voucher that was placed aside, so that she could lean on it more comfortably. "Or let the maid beat herself to death with a stick?"

The maid seemed to be recalling the scene just now, and couldn't help shivering, "Yes, it's the maid who Erlang-jun personally gave the stick to."

The stick was much taller than the maidservant, and she was able to beat the servant to death with such a thick stick.

Madam Die didn't take it seriously, and said, "What's so strange about this, this woman is not born to be manipulated by others. Once there is hatred in her heart, and she hates someone so much, even if she holds her breath, she must be ruthless." Take revenge..."

As if remembering something, Madam Die said again, "This fierce and decisive temper is not like her father, but more like her mother."

When Liu's father was young, he was exquisite and handsome, just like an exiled fairy walking out of a painting.

His temperament is as gentle as jade, and his conversation is humble and polite. No matter who he talks to, he can make the other party feel like a spring breeze. Of course, this guy has always been drinking black ink. How clean can the clothes on his body be? It can be as dark as it gets.

For things that can be solved with his mouth, this man is too panting to even take two extra steps.

On the contrary, Liu Lanting's mother was the exact opposite of him. She had a troubled face, and on the surface she looked like a model lady, but behind her back she had a flamboyant and enthusiastic personality. I don't understand how her brain grows.

The daughter they gave birth to is a fusion of their characteristics.

She looks like her father, but her tough and violent style is like her mother. It's just...

Madam Die took a sip of tea, "Erlang has more brains than her mother."

Liu Lanting was not her mother, and when she got into trouble, there would be no other Liu She to clean up the mess for her, so it would be better to be self-reliant.

The maid was puzzled and said, "But... madam, isn't it bad for Erlang's reputation..."

Madam Die snorted coldly, and said, "She is the son of the Liu family, not an ordinary woman hiding in the boudoir. So what if she acts cruelly, as the saying goes, she is not poisonous and not a husband. Nowadays, those princes and sons of the lord are all painted and dressed in hairpins and flowers. Scattered, looking at it is also disgusting."

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