Master Feng's other guards escorted the five people away, and Yi Cheng also warmly and respectfully welcomed Master Feng into the door, but Master Feng still asked the people who were driven back to go back first.

This kind of good official who loves the people makes the people very excited.

"Come on, let's go write a joint petition." A few of them, who were steady and steady, greeted everyone on their own initiative.

The people went in cheering, and the excitement in front of the door dissipated.

Wang Qishilang turned around and saw that the woman was already sitting by the bonfire. Just like he had gone to show off to her and got the room, it seemed as if what happened just now had not happened at all...

"..These are domestic slaves...let their masters punish them..."

The night wind carried Guanshi Cao's words.

Wang Shiqilang came back to his senses and saw what Guanshi Cao was talking to a few guards. Naturally, those guards immediately agreed that it would be better to do more than to do less.

"Cheng Jiaoniang, you, what on earth are you doing?" He walked over quickly and shouted.

The liveliness just now did not affect Banqin. While she was being beaten, scolded and asked for help excitedly, she had already prepared dinner.

It's a simple and warm-up passerby on the road.

Banqin was kneeling on the futon and serving cooked vegetables and meat to Cheng Jiaoniang.

So Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and answered.

"Let's eat."

Have a meal?

Wang Qishilang felt furious.

"I'll let you eat!" He raised his foot and kicked over the tables in front of Cheng Jiaoniang.

Banqin screamed.

Fortunately, the small pot was on her side. There were only bowls, chopsticks and plates on Cheng Jiaoniang's table. The bowls and chopsticks were also held in Cheng Jiaoniang's hands. Of the tables she kicked over, only the plates rolled down, preventing the soup from boiling.

A horrific scene of splashing and scalding people.

"What do you want to do?" Manager Cao was the first to grab Wang Shiqilang and slapped him across the face without hesitation.

Wang Qishilang was stunned.

This is the first time he has been slapped in the face, no, the first time he has been slapped...

The one who beat him was still a servant!

"Come here, come here!" Wang Shiqilang regained his senses and shouted in hiss. He stretched out his hand to greet Manager Cao, but how could he be Manager Cao's opponent, and there was someone hugging his arm.

"Master, Master, if you have something to say, please tell me." the old servant shouted.

Wang Qishilang was even more furious.

Who has something to say but doesn’t say it well? If someone strikes first, it’s you who gets beaten! How the hell can you say it well?

He wanted to shout, but the old servant had already taken over the conversation again.

"Ms. Cheng, Mrs. Cheng, what happened this time was that we were reckless..." he said hurriedly.

Wang Qishilang stared at the old servant in disbelief, and then looked at the other followers of the Zhou family who were surrounding him, all bowing their heads and keeping silent.

After a beating, the Zhou family was frightened?

"Sit down." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

In response, Wang Shiqilang was pushed to the ground by Manager Cao. He fell straight down and his buttocks hurt. Wang Shiqilang howled.

The old servant rushed over as if relieved.

"Thank you, madam, thank you madam," he said repeatedly.

Wang Qishilang was angry and anxious.

"Are you stupid too? Young Master, I was beaten and you still thanked me?" he shouted.

Uh, yes, I just intuitively feel like I should say thank you...

The old servant was also stunned for a moment, but as an old servant, he still believed in his intuition many times.

"Sir, what happened just now was that we were reckless." He hurriedly whispered to Wang Shiqilang.

"What's the matter? Nothing is as serious as the fact that I was beaten, Mr. Cheng Jiaoniang, let me tell you, this marriage is over..." Wang Qishilang shouted and was about to jump up, but was hit by someone on his shoulder.

Manager Cao held down.

Before the old servant had time to speak, someone came over.

"Madam, it's Mr. Feng." Manager Cao said.

Everyone present looked over and saw that it was indeed the thin man walking over, wearing a cloak and a hood. Apparently he hadn't taken a break to wash up, but came directly after talking to Yi Cheng.

"As expected, you are here. The good deeds you have done have ruined my reputation in public." Wang Shiqilang sneered and shouted.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.

"You can actually see that I'm ruining someone's reputation in public?" she said, "I'm not stupid."

Wang Qishilang stared.

"Then can you tell that he came to thank me for saving my life?" Cheng Jiaoniang continued.

A life-saving grace?

This woman is not only a fool, she is also a lunatic!

Wang Qishilang wanted to jump up, but Manager Cao held him down on his shoulders.

While he was talking, Mr. Feng had already approached and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang's long body and bowed.

"A certain Feng Lin would like to thank my lady for saving my life," he said.

Wang Qishilang looked astonished.

it turns out…..

"Lord Feng, you are serious." Cheng Jiaoniang said, standing up and returning the courtesy, "It's just that my servants are causing trouble because of their confusion, so I just came out to teach him a lesson."

Master Feng's eyes fell on the old servant.

"Thank you, sir." The old servant of the Wang family immediately came forward and knelt down, "A small act can lead to a big mistake."

Well…

Wang Qishilang looked at the old servant and felt a little crazy...

What are they talking about one by one?

Master Feng took off his hood, revealing a face as thin as his figure.

"My wife's servants have good intentions, but my subordinates may not necessarily have good intentions." He sighed.

"Sometimes good intentions do lead to bad things." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "It's not an exaggeration."

"That depends on whether it is intentional or not." Feng Lin said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang with twinkling eyes.

Cheng Jiaoniang didn't speak.

The scene was stagnant for a moment, and the night wind was howling.

Feng Lin didn't answer the call, and Feng Lin was a little confused.

"If I hadn't stopped in time this time, I would have been in big trouble." Feng Lin continued.

"It's just a lesson to the slaves. Don't worry about it, sir," Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Feng Lin looked at Cheng Jiaoniang for a moment, with a somewhat inquiring expression.

"Is the lady from Beijing?" he asked.

This was the third time that he had started talking. It was obvious that he wanted to continue the conversation, but the young lady in front of him still had no intention of sitting down.

"Yeah." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

This answer is really crisp and clear.

"I wonder which family it is?" Feng Lin asked with some curiosity, "A certain person is also from Beijing."

"It's not worth mentioning to ordinary people." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Feng Lin didn't take it seriously and smiled.

"It's getting late, and it's a woman's house. The postmaster has just cleared out a room, so why don't you go and have some rest?" he said sincerely.

"Thank you, sir, but no need." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Feng Lin glanced around at the tents that had been set up and the steaming and fragrant cauldron, and nodded without forcing it.

"Then I won't delay my wife's rest." He said, cupping his hands and saluting.

Cheng Jiaoniang returned the gift.

Feng Lin walked away.

The inn had already packed up the room. Feng Lin washed himself from the dust, but could not wash away the fatigue on his face.
To be continued...