Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"Press her!" Song Feiyan gave the order, and the two maids Chunxi and Donghuan came over immediately. They twisted the third aunt's hands behind them with one hand. The third aunt was forced to raise her face high.

Her eyes were filled with tears and her eyelashes were trembling.

Song Feiyan said nothing, raised her hand and arched her left and right, and slapped her 20 loud slaps on the third aunt's face without any mercy. After a while, her cheeks became red and swollen. Xiang Qiaoshou shrunk and kneeled aside.

, I could only watch the third concubine be beaten, but I had no choice.

After being tired of fighting, Song Feiyan stopped and ordered the two maids-

"Take off her clothes for me!"

When the third aunt heard this, she was so scared that she begged for mercy, "No, no, Miss Cousin, don't do this..."

Xiang Qiao also begged, "Miss Cousin, the third aunt is sick and unable to bear the stimulation. Please spare her."

"Bah!" Song Feiyan slapped Xiang Qiao again, lying on the ground, "A little maid dares to speak in front of me!"

The two maids were extremely powerful, and the third concubine was weak, and her outer shirt was torn apart in just a few seconds.

"San Auntie, I heard that in addition to washing people's feet, you can also sing songs to please others. The old lady said that today is her birthday. You will perform and sing songs to let the old lady and

Everyone is happy.”

The third aunt's outer shirt was taken off, leaving only a thin underwear on her body, a lotus-wrapped chest embroidered with a translucent material, and her body was faintly visible. When she heard Song Feiyan's words, she was so frightened that she was so frightened.

Eyes-

I asked her to sing a song at the old lady's birthday party. How can this be? Where can Yueming put her face?

Song Feiyan wrapped her hands around her chest, looked at the trembling third aunt in front of her, and nodded with satisfaction. She stretched out her hands to pinch the third aunt's chin, narrowed her eyes slightly, leaned close to the third aunt's ear, and said in an almost weird and terrifying voice.

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"Let's go to the birthday party now and sing your little song! If you dare to play any tricks, your daughter Su Yueming will die very quickly, and she will die very miserable. She is a humble person.

The concubine daughter, there is nothing, my Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion can knock her down at will!"

When the third aunt heard that Song Feiyan was so intimidated, she was afraid that Su Yueming would be harmed by her, so she gritted her teeth in her tears, nodded her head vigorously, and the bead-like tears fell silently, and I looked so pitiful.

Song Feiyan showed a satisfied smile on her face, and she felt a happy victory psychologically.

The birthday party gradually entered the ****, and the carefully prepared singing and dancing performance made everyone fascinated.

Su Yueming looked at it, but felt bored.

After she said a few words to the old lady, she got up and left the banquet and came outside to get some breath.

It was dark, and the cold moon hung on the treetops, emitting a silver-gray luster. At this moment, the banquet was filled with wine, but everything was silent outside. Occasionally, you could hear one or two insects and birds.

Su Yueming walked into the peach blossom forest and looked around. There was no one. She simply chose a thick tree and climbed up easily.

Then, he closed his eyes and leaned gently on the tree. The peach blossoms covered her figure. Without looking carefully, he could not see anyone on the tree.

The breeze blew by, the petals fell, and the faint fragrance of flowers lingered between her hair and the tip of her nose.

Looking from a distance, she seemed to be a fairy who had descended to the mortal world, as beautiful as a dream, as if she was like a magical dream. Looking at her, she felt immersed in a dream that was too beautiful.