Zhao Tingduo frowned, threw all the papers in her hand into Abu's arms, and turned to leave: "Your affairs are for Granny Qi to handle. Go back and wait!"
"Are you leaving already?" Tang Qingluan was stunned. She had finally gotten this opportunity; how could she let it slip away?
She called out "Young Master..." and tried to follow, but Abu stopped her: "What do you think you're doing? Don't you have any manners? Do you want to get whipped?"
Regarding the maids sent by the Wu Dynasty, Granny Qi had said that they could move around freely, but the people of the tribe should be careful and not let them do as they pleased.
It would be terrible if someone among them had bad intentions and said something unpleasant to the young master and young mistress.
Tang Qingluan didn't take the dark-faced young man who had escorted them all the way seriously at all.
In the past, with his pathetic appearance, he wouldn't even have been qualified to speak to a wealthy young lady like herself.
They even dared to block my way and yell at me; they must have a death wish.
Tang Qingluan put her arms on her hips and raised her chin, saying, "What do you care what I want to do? It's none of your business, you servant. If you don't move aside, I'll have the young master beat you and throw you into the wasteland to be eaten by wolves."
Abu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
To say directly that one will be eaten by wolves is a taboo among the Di people; it is a curse.
Without saying a word, he reached for the riding whip at his waist.
There's a saying on the grasslands: "If a sapling isn't pruned, it won't grow straight; if a horse isn't trained, it will become unruly and stubborn."
The Di people have no custom of not beating women, especially such foolish and arrogant women who have no sense of hierarchy.
Abu wanted to beat up this unreasonable and domineering woman and then send her to Granny Qi to be properly disciplined.
Although Tang Qingluan was acting out, she still noticed Abu's actions with her sharp eyes, and immediately screamed and ran away with her head in her hands.
Behind her, Cao Jing and Jiang Wanru were still fighting.
Jiang Wanru glared at Cao Jing with eyes blazing with fury: "You heartless woman, you tricked me into burning the poems, and now you come here to fawn over the young master."
When she saw that Zhao Tingduo not only accepted Cao Jing's things, but also didn't look down on Tang Qingluan's broken calligraphy, she immediately understood Cao Jing's intention to burn her poems. She was so angry and ashamed that she wanted to tear Cao Jing's face off.
But at this moment, in front of everyone, she dared not do anything shameful. She could only take the opportunity of helping Cao Jing to pinch Cao Jing's tender flesh under her armpit and twist it halfway around before holding on tightly.
Cao Jing's face was bruised from the pain.
She was both in pain and angry. She had just found a chance to talk to Zhao Tingduo, but these two idiots ruined it.
But with Jiang Wanru pinching his flesh, he could only twitch his lips and grit his teeth, saying, "Young Master is gone, what's the use of pinching me? Granny Xu said it's all about ability... Ouch! Ah!"
She was in so much pain that she couldn't bear it any longer and screamed, "Jiang Wanru, you shrew... I'll fight you to the death!"
She grabbed Jiang Wanru's hair and the two immediately started wrestling.
Women in the Di tribe also wrestle and fight, but no one had ever seen this delicate Wu Chao woman fight before. The people around immediately cheered and laughed, encouraging her with "hehe" sounds.
Even Tang Qingluan, who had escaped, was stunned by the scene and stood there dumbfounded, unable to move.
Abu scared Tang Qingluan away, and seeing the scene here, he was immediately enraged.
These women are all the young master's concubines in other people's eyes, and this fighting is a disgrace to the young master.
He immediately sent someone to report to the young mistress, and then shouted at the onlookers, "What are you all watching? Quickly separate them!"
Jiang Wanru and Cao Jing were now disheveled and blushing as they struggled to hold each other.
There were men all around, so it wouldn't be appropriate for anyone to come forward.
Hearing Abu's shout, those people stopped watching and started laughing as they picked up pebbles and clods of dirt from the ground and threw them at the face of the woman who was twisting and pulling her hair. Their movements were unhurried and calm.
The tribe's cattle often fight, so they are naturally very experienced in breaking up such animal fights.
You don't need to get close; just throw stones and sand at them.
When sand gets in your eyes, any ox that isn't determined to fight to the death will turn around and run away, ensuring the safety of both people and oxen.
Sure enough, after just one round of throwing, the two women let go, covered their faces, and screamed, their heads and bodies covered in sand.
Jiang Wanru covered her face and ran away crying!
By the time Song Liyun arrived, the three of them had already cleaned up, and Granny Xu had also returned.
Cao Jing and Jiang Wanru, their faces bearing bloodstains, sat back to back. Xu Mama, standing beside them, had no expression on her face, only rising to bow when Song Liyun entered: "Young Madam, this old servant has lost face!"
Song Liyun smiled and said, "Granny has done her best, no one can blame you!"
Granny Xu sighed and scolded the three women, "You three lowly maids, the young mistress is here, why aren't you kneeling down!"
These noble ladies have caused such a commotion in less than two months since they arrived here, they are even worse than those concubines in the inner quarters who only know how to compete for favor.
The young master and young mistress haven't even given a hint, yet these fools are already throwing themselves into chaos. They're hopeless.
Song Liyun felt great sympathy for Granny Xu, who looked utterly hopeless.
Even seasoned palace intrigue experts can't handle such a foolish and self-important newbie.
Hearing Xu Mama's reprimand, Cao Jing, Jiang Wanru, and Tang Qingluan could only lower their heads and kneel down.
Song Liyun sat down on the edge of the couch next to her and said calmly, "Speak, why are you arguing?"
Jiang Wanru spoke first: "Cao Jing burned the poems that I painstakingly wrote! Those were all famous poems describing the scenery of the four seasons that I copied down at the young mistress's instruction."
Hearing Jiang Wanru blatantly lying, Tang Qingluan jumped up: "You're talking nonsense! It was clearly you who wrote 'Missing the Young Master,' with lines like 'White sands stretch endlessly as light cavalry arrives, you gracefully enter my dreams like the wind!' and..."
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