After the cannon fodder prostitute was reborn, she was favored by the entire royal family

"Little sister, I was very tired at that time. It will be fine if you calm down." Zhang Ning glanced at the few people who came out carrying wooden boxes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Yesterday, most of the villagers had begun to suspect that the Zhang family had abused Su Xiaoxiao.

Last night, she took advantage of the darkness to bribe some villagers.

Today, she must make sure that Su Xiaoxiao bullies her elders in front of everyone.

In this way, the villagers will think that Zhang was frightened by Su Xiaoxiao and forced to say what she said yesterday about abusing Su Xiaoxiao.

"Oh, you died all over again. No wonder Aunt Zhang fell into a coma from exhaustion. She was forced to write so many books in one night. She was so exhausted that she was really blessed by the Bodhisattva."

With a bang, the two young men carrying the box placed the box on the ground. They looked at Zhang Ning with distressed eyes, and looked at Su Xiaoxiao with disgusting eyes.

The corners of Zhang Ning's mouth turned up slightly, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She stretched out her hand to wipe away the crystal clear eyes, and looked at Su Xiaoxiao softly, "Little sister, there are a total of eighty-eight books in this box. If there are not enough, I will continue to write tonight."

"For such a thick book, eighty-eight books were written in one night. Su Xiaoxiao wanted to kill Aunt Zhang!" Another man reached out and picked up a book, "A book of guilt?"

He opened it in confusion and read aloud: "When Su Xiaoxiao was eight years old, I asked her to wash the whole family's clothes in the frozen river."

"When Su Xiaoxiao was ten years old, I asked her to peel off lotus pods under the hot sun."

"Su Xiaoxiao accidentally spilled the soup when she was eleven years old. I asked her to lie down and lick it clean."

"Su Xiaoxiao..."

"Stop reading, Su Xiaoxiao bullies her uncle and aunt who raised her, and actually forced her to write such a book that distorts the facts. She is simply unworthy of being a human being!

Yesterday, many people saw with their own eyes that she beat Aunt Zhang!"

Just after reading a page, a young man made an angry noise.

When Zhang Ning heard his words, her eyes were full of calculations.

Su Xiaoxiao, such a big box of books is proof that you forced your mother.

"It's really vicious, forcing people to write so many books in one night!"

"Yesterday she beat Aunt Zhang, and today she forced Aunt Zhang to write such a false book. Her conscience was simply eaten by a dog!"

The villagers who had been bribed by Zhang Ning angrily accused Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and glanced at the young man who spoke first, a cold look flashed in her eyes.

This man is Zhao Yongming, the son of Zhang's lover Zhao Shuping, who loves Zhang Ning wholeheartedly.

In her previous life, she could easily escape from the brothel because the heroine in the book asked Zhao Yongming to do it through Zhang Ning.

But she was so blind that she really thought Zhao Yongming was here to save her, and ended up being abused by a beggar.

In this life, she will treat others in their own way, and destroy the reputation of those who bullied her little by little!

"Eighty-eight books?" Su Xiaoxiao chuckled, picked up a few books on the surface and flipped through them, "Yes, the writing is quite miserable."

What Zhang wrote are all her real experiences in her previous life.

Zhang Ning's eyes became more and more proud, but her face didn't show any trace of it. Her eyes were red and she said, "Little sister, I'll help my mother go back to her room to have a rest, and I'll continue writing in the evening."

Su Xiaoxiao knelt down and reached for the book at the bottom of the box.

Zhang Ning saw that she didn't speak, so she took it as her acquiescence and helped Zhang towards the house.

However, before she walked even one meter, Su Xiaoxiao stood up with a book in hand and said: "So a few random strokes count as writing a book. What a waste of paper."

The paper in the book is not cheap, but Zhang Dazhuang really loved Zhang Ning and specially left a study room for her. He also used the money given by her family to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and invited his master to teach Zhang Ning well.

When the villagers saw the book with a few random strokes in Su Xiaoxiao's hand, they swallowed their accusations silently and looked at Zhang Ning and her daughter with strange expressions.

A book composed of more than ten pieces of paper, with a random stroke on each paper. It was a waste of paper and there was not a single word at all.

Zhang Ning's expression changed, and her eyes condensed with pride.

She thought that just by placing a few books on the surface, Su Xiaoxiao could be accused of harming her family.

Unexpectedly, Su Xiaoxiao would become so difficult to deal with.

The fingers holding Ms. Zhang unconsciously exerted force. Ms. Zhang grinned in pain and couldn't help but whisper: "Ning'er, you pinched me."

When Zhang Ning heard Zhang's words, she let go of her hand and took a deep breath, turned around and burst into tears, "Little sister, I took it by mistake. I spent the whole night with my mother last night and I made the mistake of taking it away because I was too tired."

Su Xiaoxiao threw down the book in his hand, dug at the bottom of the box, and took out a few books again.

Open it and either leave it blank or make a few random strokes.

The expressions of the villagers onlookers became even weirder.

Zhao Yongming frowned slightly, then pointed at Su Xiaoxiao with sudden realization: "Su Xiaoxiao, you must have replaced the book copied by your aunt!"