Before the guard could finish his words, the lady gave him a fierce look with her gorgeous eyebrows and cursed loudly: "You are so tired of living!"
There was a young man next to the guard, who looked younger. He pushed the guard aside, and then slapped himself twice in the mouth:
"Oh! You guys have been living here underground all day long, blind to sight. There is only one lady here, and that's you!"
Originally, the maid next to the noble lady was going to slap her, but when she saw someone slapping herself, she stopped and just ordered to the guard:
"Then what are you waiting for? Madam's order is the Marquis's order, why don't you take action quickly?"
"Yes Yes!"
Several people entered the dark cell, and there was another sound of chains, and a streak of red was dragged out by several people's arms.
It was said to be red, but in fact she was wearing a plain dress, but it was stained with mottled blood. The blood mixed with the water in the prison, slid down the sleeves, and dripped down the woman's slender fingers.
The woman also wore a hairpin on her head, tying up her hair in a messy manner, but her face was dirty and there was no trace of blood.
"Why are you pretending!"
This time the maid took action, grabbed the woman's hair and raised her head. One of the woman's eyes was half open, and the other eye was swollen and could not be opened at all.
His face was bruised and bruised, and he couldn't tell whether he looked good or not.
"Snapped!"
After the slap, the guards behind him lowered their heads and silently took three steps back.
"Su Ying, it's been seven days, you bitch, you're really lucky, and you're not dead yet! I think you're just a dog-skin plaster, plastered on the Marquis..."
The lady who spoke was like a crazed dog, yelling curses at women that were even unbearable.
Liang Yue listened in the dark, and Liang Yue couldn't listen to the curse words that followed, let alone learn them.
She doesn't look like the lady of a marquis, she is clearly a street shrew!
But everyone just listened silently, no one dared to come out to dissuade him, even the maid looked gloating.
"Su Ying, you killed my and the Marquis's child. Today is the time for you to pay back."
The woman who had been silently listening to the insults shook her shoulders, as if she had heard a joke. She opened her lips slightly and said in a hoarse voice:
"Only that idiot Chu Ziyang would believe that you, Zhao Lu'e, are pregnant! Haha..."
The words seemed to poke a sore spot in the noble lady's face, and she raised her foot and kicked the woman in the face.
The person holding Su Ying did not expect such a thing, and was so frightened that she took off her hands, and Su Ying fell to the ground softly.
Her arms were supported on the ground, and her legs were hanging limply on the ground in an extremely twisted posture. It seemed that someone had broken them with a blunt instrument.
"Bitch!"
The lady named Zhao Lue stepped on Su Ying's face and crushed it hard with the sole of her shoe.
This action was exactly the same as that of Bei'an Hou. Liang Yue looked at it and her eyelids jumped three times unconsciously.
"If you have anything to say, you'd better leave it to the Lord of Hell to cry to him! Lord Marquis, I can't hear you!"
Zhao Lue kicked her feet a few more times, until her embroidered shoes were sprayed with blood. She stopped and ordered to the cell leader:
"Take her away!"
Zhao Lv'e waved her sleeves and walked away without any trace of a lady's attitude, let alone any nurturing manners.
Turning the corner was the blacksmiths' cell. Zhao Lue stopped and made an arrogant face again. She said to Diao Laohan and the others inside:
"You have to thank me, madam, for saving your dog's life!"
The maid shouted: "What are you looking at! Why don't you open the door quickly?"
Several guards looked at each other, and Diao Laohan in the cell was also confused. He stepped forward and saluted.
"In reply to Madam, I don't know where I have offended you. In the past, I worked for the magistrate's family, and I never felt guilty. If there is something that makes you unhappy, you punish me alone. It has nothing to do with my brothers! "
Zhao Lue impatiently kicked the stone that stung his feet:
"Hey! It seems that you are in charge. So since you also know that I am the daughter of the prefect, you should know what kind of temper I have, madam! If you dare not obey what happened today, even if you are out of this cell , I will never expect to have a good life in Bei'an City from now on!"
After giving him a slap and a sweet date, Zhao Lue softened his tone a little and said, "Madam, I am in a good mood today, and I want to help you out of kindness. Just come with me! Don't talk too much!"
Although everyone was worried, after all, this was the wife of the Marquis and the daughter of the magistrate, so how could she be offended?
The group of people walked around to several small earthen houses in the backyard. There was a fire stove inside, and a piece of mottled black iron was being smelted in the furnace. It looked like the size of a Cuju. Although there was a raging fire around, the stone was not being smelted at all. the meaning of.
Although Diao Laohan and the others were taken into the dungeon, there was still a young boy who stayed here to watch the fire.
The boy was worried about how to refine this hard stone so that he could save his master, Diao Laohan, but the stone seemed to be deliberately against him. No matter how strong the fire was, there was not even a crack in this broken stone. Not even cracked.
Just as they were worried, Diao Laohan and the others were brought back.
"Master!"
The boy ran over to help Diao Laohan, and was delighted when he saw the guards from the Hou Mansion coming in, and then a noble lady came in triumphantly.
"come!"
Zhao Lu'e sat on a relatively clean rattan chair that the maid brought for her, pointed at the dozen blacksmiths and said:
"Go and refine your swords, don't stop!"
The young boy asked Diao Laohan in a low voice: "Master, what's going on?"
Diao Laohan pulled the young boy to the other side of his body and made a silencing gesture to him.
Seeing Diao Laohan's serious expression, the young boy didn't dare to ask any more questions.
The blacksmiths went to work silently, and the fire in the furnace became more and more prosperous. When Diao Laohan was wondering what Madam Houfu was going to do, he saw two guards throwing a woman covered in blood. Entered the courtyard.
Suddenly, Diao Laohan thought of what his late father once said: In order to become a divine weapon, one must sacrifice a human being.
Could it be...
Diao Laohan's heart twitched, he was an honest man, how could he dare to do such a thing.
He, a half-buried man, had never imagined that he could forge some magical weapon.
But look at the posture in front of you...
Diao Laohan slowed down his movements and listened to the movement in the yard.
"Su Ying, look, what is that?"
Zhao Lue pointed to the earthen boiler for making iron. Su Ying lay on the ground, just moved her head slightly, and looked in the direction Zhao Lue pointed. She originally had pain and confusion on her face, but she actually had A smile.
"Zhao Lu'e...you want to burn me to death?"
Su Ying's voice was very soft, like a wisp of smoke that dissipated after a while.
Zhao Lue smashed something into Su Ying's face and said casually:
"It's not me. This is what the Marquis meant. The Marquis doesn't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
What was thrown on Su Ying's face was a piece of silk. Through the back of the silk, it could be seen clearly that the word "divorce" was written on the silk.
