It's not so much a happy room as an ordinary room decorated in red. Looking at the curtains, tablecloths, bed quilts and other ornaments in the room, they are all selected with bright red as the base, embroidered with green threads, and used red and green colors to collide with the shape of great joy and fierceness.

But this kind of joy is mixed with a sense of yin and evil, which is not very comfortable, and I can't help but be dazzled after watching it for a long time, and the more I look at it, the more I feel mad.

Lin Suqing's eyes were dazzled when she saw it, so she closed her eyes.

It's really embarrassing, he Lin Suqing actually worshiped an old hen and became a parent?

Who would dare to believe this?

Alas...... That's it, shame and shame, you can't even lose your life for the sake of face.

You can't sit still like this, you have to get out of here first, or at least you have to be free first, if you are always bound, won't you be waiting for cattle and sheep to be slaughtered?

No, without further ado, you must break free first.

This time, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and as soon as he saw those people turn around, he immediately began to steal the Whistling Pen hidden in his sleeve.

Thanks to Fang Cai's several fuss, he only cared about the struggle and did not care about the pain of the rope, although there are many epidermis broken at the wrist, and the slightest movement will cause the pain of stinging, but the advantage is that the rope has been loosened a lot.

This is enough to give the wrist more room to move, and it is more than before to pull the pen, without a small pull.

It's just that it is naturally not as convenient as sitting, especially when the side is pressed on the right arm, but because he is a left-hander, the pen is hidden in the cuff of the right hand.

Lying on his right side, the pen was pressed by the weight of his body, which made it somewhat more difficult, because he had to pull it out one by one, and at the same time use his shoulder as a support to lift part of his upper body, so that his right arm would not be pressed tightly.

Finally, he pulled out his pen, and without delay, he used the brocade surface of the futon behind him as a canvas, and put down his pen to draw a knife.

Drawing with backhand, and with difficulty moving, the lines fall very distorted. Fortunately, the things that manifest themselves are mainly formed by the mind of the heart.

So from the beginning of his drawing, he closed his eyes tightly, and imagined a sharp knife in his heart. Of course, it certainly can't be as complicated as a Swiss Army knife, as long as it's sharp, and the sharper it is, the more you need it.

He tried his best to keep his hands tied behind his back from distorting the lines because of the rope, but it often backfired.

When the stroke was gone, he immediately spread out his right hand, and sure enough, a knife took the initiative to fall into his palm. The shape of the knife was somewhat thinner than the effect of the strokes, and a lump protruded from the handle, which was caused by the wound on the wrist caused by the rope rubbing against the wrist, and the hand trembled when it was painful.

couldn't care about those details, Lin Suqing was afraid that he would accidentally cut the pen, so he put the pen under his waist and hid half of it, first, to press the point to prevent it from rolling down to other places, and secondly, in case someone came when he hadn't gotten out, so that no one would find out.

Immediately after that, he held the knife in his backhand and began to cut the rope. But it was cut for a long time, and the rope was not broken. He touched the place where he had just cut, and he was amazed in his heart, after cutting for so long, he had only broken half of one of the ropes?!

Frustrated, he regretted that if he had known that the rope was so tightly and so hard, he should not have drawn a smooth blade, for such a thick and rough one, he should have drawn a saw as the fastest and most preferable.

It wasn't too late to make amends, he put the knife aside, and then pulled the pen from under his waist.

Bang!

Just as he was about to pull out his pen, the door suddenly slammed open!

Lin Suqing was shocked, and felt that it was not safe to press under him, so he hurriedly hid the pen in the quilt again.

After hiding the pen, I raised my eyes and looked, only to see a half-old coming in, although she wore heavy makeup, she did not wear a phoenix crown and a xia veil, only a dark brown brocade dress, not very red, not festive. The only thing that was barely a little happy was about the red thread around her neck.

But it doesn't look festive, but rather strange, why do you have a red thread around your neck?

I don't know if the person who came is a human or a ghost, could it be them and a wife?

Lin Suqing looked at her. I saw that her hair was very tightly coiled into a big bun, piled on top of her head, as if a layer of wax oil had been specially applied to her hair, shiny and shiny, and so regular that no hair was allowed to fall apart, and it was not even decorated with any hair accessories.

From the moment she opened the door, Lin Suqing noticed that in just a few hours, it was already late, and it was estimated that it was approaching Shenshi.

The half-old saw him staring at the door, and then closed the door with her backhand, closed her chin, raised her eyes and stared at Lin Suqing with a smile, and said with a strange expression: "Xianggong, but are you in a hurry?"

So is the case...... She is the lady of the summer house?

"What, what kind of minister, madam, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. Lin Suqing's mouth was talking nonsense, but his hand was tightly clenched behind his back, pressing on the pen of the sky, trying to make sure that it was still there.

"I am a cousin of an old hen, and I should be the husband of the old hen. "That's it, isn't it just face, don't just do it. He continued, "Eldest sister, you must have admitted your mistake. ”

"The concubine has never admitted that you are wrong, you are the husband. Mrs. Xia strolled in, and said with a smile: "It's the concubine who is really shy, so she used the old hen to worship the church, and please don't be surprised~"

"No, no, no, I'm not surprised, I think I'm a good match for that old hen. I don't know when he started to open his eyes and tell nonsense, and he has perfected his skills, "Since I have married it, then I will be responsible for it to the end." You see that I am now a husband of chickens, right, you should choose another good son-in-law. ”

While talking nonsense, he touched the knife and secretly cut the rope behind him, for fear that the action would be too big and be discovered by Mrs. Xia, he could only sharpen it with a little bit of a blade.

And Mrs. Xia, who was a half-old, lowered her head and smiled, and stroked the sideburns in her ear with her orchid fingers, the sideburns had not been scattered, and she stroked the sideburns that were close to her ears more smoothly, as if they were pasted.

She continued to approach and said flatteringly: "The princess is joking with the concubine." ”

Then, she pretended to be coquettish and said, "But the old hen concubine has already ordered the kitchen to stew, and I am afraid that I will not be able to grow old with it." But~"

Halfway through her speech, she suddenly changed her words, her eyes suddenly became fierce, and she said: "There is a saying, I don't want to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but I want to die on the same day and month of the same year." The concubine can help you fulfill the second half of the sentence. ”

He immediately retorted: "No, no, no, madam, I'm just joking with you, or are the two of us talented and beautiful~It's good to live and die together~"

He pretended to have a lewd smile on his face, but he was in a hurry in his heart, how could this damn thick hemp rope be so strong, he cut it for so long before he could barely cut one.

But when the servants tied him up, they wrapped around him several times, layer upon layer, and now only one of them was broken, and they could not break the ropes at all. He had no choice but to continue cutting.

"Who wants to live and die with you~" Mrs. Xia said with a smile and leaned down.

However, as soon as her hand touched Lin Suqing's chest, a golden red light immediately appeared, knocking Mrs. Xia away on the spot.

Her lower back hit the rim of the round table in the nave of the room, cutting her off violently, or she might have been swept up against the opposite wall by the golden light.

"You're not human!"

"You're not human?!"

The two shouted in unison.