Chapter 955 Hanging

"I won't live anymore! I won't live anymore! If you humiliate me like this, what's the point of living? Don't stop me. My uncle won't pity me, let me die!"

"Madam, madam, please don't scare this old slave!"

"Madam, please come down quickly!"

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The bedroom was in a mess. The servants in the back house heard the sound and were full of curiosity, but they didn't dare to check. They could only suppress the desire to talk in their hearts and talk secretly when they were not on duty.

But everyone was thinking: Madam Uncle is too trouble-making, and thanks to Uncle Uncle's good nature, if another family had such a troubled daughter-in-law, they would probably be divorced long ago. That is to say, Mrs. Bo is from a good background and has a cousin who is a queen. Otherwise...

While everyone was thinking, they suddenly heard a burst of voices. I saw the uncle wearing a sky-blue cloak, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and walking slowly with his entourage.

His steps were steady, handsome and gentle, and his every move exuded an aura of dignity.

Such a handsome, rich and powerful uncle actually took such a wife...

Everyone sighed inwardly.

"Uncle."

Everyone salutes.

Lu Heng smiled and nodded, motioning for everyone to get up.

Go all the way back to the main house and stand in front of the door. Bian Ruohan's cry was so sharp that it was harsh.

The servants outside were silent, each one hiding in the corridor and not daring to raise their head.

The servants in the house were still begging one by one, "Madam, please cherish your good days. My uncle just asked you to rest in the house. It's always raining outside. There's no point in going out. Why can't you be considerate?" Uncle's mood."

"Yes, madam, please come down quickly, this slave is kowtowing to you!"

"I don't! He simply still has that bitch in his heart, and that's why he keeps looking down on me. How am I worse than that bitch? Am I not as good as her in origin, or am I not as good as her in appearance? She bullied me, and I returned When I came home, not only could I not get any comfort, but he also grounded me out of anger at his bastard hoof. What a fun life I had living like this! I don’t want to live anymore. I want to go to the underworld and file a complaint with the Lord of Hell.

I want the Lord of Hell to accept the bitch named Qin! "

"Oh, I beg you, madam!"

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Lu Heng listened with great joy. The house was now more lively than the theater, and Bian Ruohan's tricks were more exciting than the actors in the theater.

Lu Heng listened for a while and then coughed.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Madam, my uncle is back. Come down quickly. My uncle is so kind to you. You can't do this."

"I can't live anymore! I can't live anymore! Mother, farewell. My daughter was forced to death by a bitch named Qin!"

Just a "bang" sound was heard, and the sound of a bench overturning came from inside the room.

Then the servants were screaming, "Madam, Madam!"

Lu Heng put the paper umbrella on the porch and did not enter the door. He just stood in front of the door with his arms folded, without raising the curtain or saying a word.

He wanted to see if Bian Ruohan could really hang himself if he didn't go in.

Bian Ruohan kicked the stool at this moment, and the wet nurse quickly held her feet. In addition, a maid grabbed her legs and lifted them up on the net. She grabbed Bai Ling with both hands, stretched her neck upwards, and held her breath. Others almost roll their eyes.

Her throat made "ho" and "ho" sounds, and she wanted to struggle painfully, but she thought that if her legs moved, the people below would not be able to lift her.

What do you mean, Lu Heng was standing outside the house coughing, why didn't you come in?

Why haven't you come in yet?

Bian Ruohan's arms soon lost strength, and her neck had no choice but to rest on Bai Ling. The people holding her up were weak women. The wet nurse and maid could not support Bian Ruohan's weight.

Soon she realized what suffocation meant.

She tried her best to open her mouth wide and try to breathe, but only after she was hung up by her neck did she realize that it was too late to regret it. Even if someone was holding her up below, it would be a matter of time before she really hanged herself at this rate.

Bian Ruohan was thinking a lot at this moment. She even thought that among those who really succeeded in committing suicide, most of them might have regretted it after hanging themselves, but they couldn't save themselves.

Tears fell uncontrollably, and her delicately made-up face quickly became blurred, but the people at the door refused to come in.

Could it be that she heard wrongly? Isn't Lu Heng back? Then it would be too early for her to kick her stool.

Bian Ruohan was thinking wildly, feeling that a long time had passed, and finally the sound of her expected footsteps came from the door.

Lu Heng raised the curtain and entered the room, looking at the chaos in the room with his hands behind his hands.

"What is this doing?"

"Uncle, uncle!" The wet nurse howled like a pig, "Hurry, save the madam! My slave, my slave can't hold on any longer!"

Lu Heng stared at Bian Ruohan, who was sticking out his tongue and almost rolling his eyes. He didn't care, but with so many people watching, they couldn't all die suddenly.

He had no choice but to walk closer and drag an embroidered pier over, step on it, hold Bian Ruohan's legs and untie her from the top.

Bian Ruohan hugged Lu Heng's neck and cried out, "Why did you come back? Why did you come back!"

Lu Heng placed the person on the heated kang near the window and sneered, "Why, did you, madam, hang yourself to show me?"

"Hiccup..." Bian Ruohan choked and let out a long burp.

Lu Heng took two steps back in disgust: "You went to the palace to make trouble for no reason. What did I say to you after you returned? I just let you recuperate in the palace. It's raining outside, so there's no point in going out. You can do some needlework at home. Touch the cards, what's wrong with you in a day like this? Did I hit you or scold you?"

Bian Ruohan's face was covered with snot and tears, he lowered his head and sobbed without saying a word.

Lu Heng added: "You've been crying and fussing these days. I don't want to blame you. You're still young, so just make a fuss. There will always be times when you're tired and don't want to fuss. But today is a good day. You almost did it to me." It's a cause of death! Say it yourself, how have I ever been sorry to you? You hanged me to death because you wanted the Holy One to think that I was dissatisfied with your marriage and that I killed you?"

Bian Ruohan sobbed even harder, "You just don't like me, you just like the bitch named Qin!"

Lu Heng said with a stern face: "Is it interesting that you are always saying this? Did you catch me in bed with someone else? Did I take a concubine after you entered the house? Did I go to eat flower wine?"

Bian Ruohan remained silent. Lu Heng did not have any problems in this regard. The quarrel started because she was jealous.

"You took refuge today and almost got into danger. I don't blame you. After all, you are still young and have the temper of a child." Lu Heng looked at the maids and women beside you, "But the servants around you don't know how to persuade the master. They saw you sticking your neck in and kicking the stool, so they couldn't let you go unpunished."