When the maids in Xiaoye Garden met, they were talking about Ye Ruo's beating his own board today.

"Do you know? The two heroines had a dispute. In order to calm the matter as soon as possible, they were forced to beat themselves up."

"Hey. I don't know what these young ladies and wives are thinking. I'm fighting to death outside, and I'm so desperate. When I get home, I must have thought about having a peaceful life. But, this peaceful life is not so easy."

"That's right, I don't know what the ladies and wives are thinking in their heads. Good ladies and ladies have to fight for each other. You said, everyone has no shortage of food and drink, aren't they all good food and drink to serve? Why are you still fighting for? It's so difficult for us maids to know how to feel sorry for us, why don't they know how to feel sorry?"

"I heard from the maid who happened to meet the old man who returned to the garden. When he returned to the garden, his face turned pale. He seemed to have no idea where he had just experienced life and death and climbed out. Alas, my life was so miserable. He had a group of ladies and wives who had spread the streets and didn't know how to cherish his master at all. When they forced him to death, I saw that they knew that it was too late to cry."

"Shhh, shhh, stop talking. Here comes someone."

When they saw someone coming, although the person who came was also a maid, they were the personal maids around the ladies, not only higher than them, but their hearts were different from them. Of course, the maids of the ladies were the ones who were, and their hearts were the ones who were in their hearts. As ordinary maids, they were in their hearts with Ye Ruo, who was the good head of the family that they all treated.

This is probably what it means to be a person who is not a person who is not a person who speaks one thing.

When people came across from him, they all knew that they had a sense of interest.

However, when the people dispersed, others also put together the words. I heard them all.

After hearing it all, after going back, their ladies naturally knew what was being discussed in the garden.

"Miss, you don't come out to take care of it. How ugly the maids in the garden are talking. The man who hit his own board. It's not us. Why do they even talk to us? This is so annoying!"

When Zhao Ruoxi heard the maid's words, he was indifferent.

She was still busy embroidering the clothes made by Ye Ruo, and then she said lightly: "My grandfather was forced to beat her own board. Such a big grievance can be withstood. Why, you can't bear such a small grievance? Do you feel wronged? Look at the thirty boards that I've been beaten. Think about us, you will know who is really wronged. Let me take care of it? Can I control it? This is fairness and freedom. Others can't bear it, and say a few words of grievances behind your back and say a few unfair words for me. Isn't it okay to bear it, you little girl, you have to endure it!"

The same conversation also happened to Zhou Tianran.

"On the surface, I was beaten for Jiawen's sister. But I could force my sister to hit my own board for Jiawen, and I could also suffer such grievances for you ladies. So, don't look at this incident, I was beaten for Jiawen's sister, but this love is not only my good one, even Sister Lin Qing and Sister Zhao Ruoxi. They also have to win this love. In this world, if you let them go all over the world to find a second such good one? For us, I have hit my own board. I guess one day, I will ask you, the girl, to beat my board for the lady. You may not be so happy, so I am the one!"

Where is Song Jiawen.

Song Jiawen took Song Xiaoqing to kneel in front of Ye Ruo: "Master, you should beat Jiawen's board. It's all Jiawen's fault. Jiawen would rather be beaten by himself than let him go to Jiawen's board. There is no such thing as the home of this family. Master, you should punish Jiawen. You took away Jiawen's title and let Jiawen be a woman washing clothes for two years. Jiawen is willing to do so. Jiawen won't blame him..."

Seeing Song Jiawen kneeling down and saying this, Ye Ruo immediately reached out and pulled Song Jiawen up and said, "Jiawen, what are you saying? Get up quickly. This time, no one else goes there first, and they all come to you tightly, just because you are afraid that you will know this and think about it in your heart. My heart still said that this matter is over, and I will not think about it in my heart. Your life is not easy, and I know in my heart that I will not blame you. Get up, get up.

However, I have to give you a grievance. Next time I see Xueer, I have a better attitude and lower my head to admit my mistake. Don't worry, if you admit your mistake this time, Xueer will not make things difficult for you. When you copy the Four Girls Books, I will send it to Xueer. If you want to blame me, I will blame you. I can only blame you. I can only give you a grievance. I can't protect you, and I feel that I have no shame to see you."

"Master...Master, stop talking. In this world, people who love us so much, that is, you are the ones. I have beaten our own board for us. What else do we have to say? We don't feel wronged, we admit our mistakes and sincerely admit our mistakes. Moreover, we were wrong. We were wrong..." Song Jiawen started to cry in tears. She felt sorry for Ye Ruo. That was the thirty sticks. If she had to beat her three sticks, she would have killed her!

Ye Ruo smiled speechlessly: "I don't say it's right or wrong, you still mention it. But since you mentioned it, let me tell you. You and Xiaoqing, you are right. Whoever lives, there is no small fuss, it's normal and nothing to make a fuss. As for Xueer, she is not wrong. She feels wrong in her heart when she lets you in, and you must understand it. Even I have to understand her. As for, what about me? Of course, I am not wrong. I have to take care of you and her, so I can only ignore myself. Anyway, my grandfather is thick-skinned, and it's nothing to beat myself up. Look, I can walk now, there's nothing left? Hiss--it's okay, it's okay. We're practicing Golden Bell

It doesn't hurt to wear an iron shirt. It doesn't hurt. I still have many things to do. I will leave first. You can copy the four books of the girl slowly. Don't be anxious. I can't copy it today, don't stay up late. I will copy it slowly tomorrow. It's okay to copy it. Don't take it too seriously if you teach women three to four virtues. You are strong women, by nature. I have never thought of smoothing your edges and corners. Although your edges and corners are stunning, they will make things difficult for me, and even let me be beaten by my own slap, but I still feel it's worth it. I don't want my wife to be turned into the same woman when she arrives at home. That way, it's not fun to see me. You can just know what I think about, and I really have to leave..."

Ye Ruo left.

Song Jiawen and Song Xiaoqing were still kneeling, their hearts could not calm down for a long time, but the tears in their eyes continued to slide down.

However, those kneeling and those tears left behind have different meanings.

Especially Ye Ruo's words "It doesn't hurt very much", but they felt very distressed. Because, when a stick hits the butt, how could it not hurt?

Ye Ruo did not use military armor to protect his body, nor did he use his true energy to protect his body, but used his flesh and blood body to get thirty sticks. No matter what others think, they only knew that they respected such a master, like such a master, and had no regrets about following such a master.
Chapter completed!