Banyue was startled, and subconsciously raised her head and glanced in the direction of the inner room.

Ruan Wenzhong caught a glimpse, his face sank, and he raised his feet and walked inside.

"Father, stay!" Ruan Qingzhi shouted urgently.

Ruan Wenzhong ignored it, turned the screen in three steps and two steps, and when he looked up, he saw the curtain hanging low, and a large stream of smoke was bubbling from an incense burner at the head of the bed.

"Haven't you slept yet, what are you doing with your tent? What's the deal with burning such heavy incense?! He roared.

At the same time, a sharper cry sounded outside the screen: "Miss! What's wrong with you, Miss?! Someone help me—"

Ruan Wenzhong paused at his feet, put down his hand stretched out to the bed tent hatefully, turned around and walked out quickly: "What's the ghost called?" ”

Banyue knelt on the ground and cried breathlessly: "Master! Miss, Miss she...... She fainted! ”

At this time, Ruan Qingzhi, who was originally kneeling, was already crooked on the ground, his eyes turned upwards against his pale face, no different from a dead man.

Ruan Van Chung hesitated for a while before he walked over and squatted down, reaching out and pinching her man.

Ruan Qingzhi let out a hoarse cry first, and then opened his eyes and howled: "Father, my daughter can't live!" ”

"What, you really made it?" Ruan Wenzhong was furious, and raised his hand to fan Ruan Qingzhi's cheek.

Ruan Qingzhi remained motionless and burst into tears: "My daughter has known that her mother doesn't like it since she was a child, so she doesn't dare to come forward to serve from time to time, so as not to upset her mother...... Who knew that my mother still had murderous intentions...... The child's life was given by the mother, and the mother wanted to kill, but the daughter had no complaints, but ...... It's just that why do you make up lies to ruin your daughter's reputation, so that her daughter will not be clean even if she dies? What's more, it will affect the future of Xiangfu and his sister...... The mother doesn't hurt her daughter, doesn't even her sister hurt? ”

Her cry was hoarse and miserable, and Ruan Wenzhong's heart trembled when she heard it.

Ruan Qingzhi cried while grabbing Ruan Wenzhong's hand: "Since the mother doesn't like it, the daughter can't survive." Clean and clean, it's not bad to violate the life given by your parents...... After the death of his daughter, please ask her father to protect the dignity of the Prime Minister's ......"

"Enough!" Ruan Wenzhong shook off her hand with a dark face: "Your mother is just asking in vain, what kind of system are you crying and hanging here?" Do you want me and your mother to bear the notoriety of forcing your own daughter to death? ”

Ruan Qingzhi was thrown to the ground by him and was stunned: "Father is saying that the daughter doesn't have to commit suicide?" ”

"If you have nothing to do with immorality, why did you kill yourself?" Nguyen Van Trung asked rhetorically.

Ruan Qingzhi hurriedly turned over and knelt down to thank him, and his tears fell down as if he didn't want money.

Ruan Wenzhong shook his sleeves and stood up, gritted his teeth and scolded: "Mourning star!" How can Biyun have a sister like you! ”

After that, he didn't stop any longer, and strode out.

Ruan Qingzhi got up and staggered out of the door: "Father, you have to put my Yiyun back!" She sold herself to sign a living deed, and if she died in the house for a serious crime, her parents would sue! ”

"That's it!" Ruan Wenzhong's throat almost erupted with fire, "For her father, let her get back, you don't want to mourn here!" ”

"Thank you, father!" Ruan Qingzhi immediately burst into tears and laughed.

Ruan Wenzhong walked in a hurry, and did not see the two little girls behind him, a master and a servant, showing a triumphant smile.

The night is deepening, and the drizzle is pouring under the eaves.

Ruan Qingzhi shook his sleeves and turned around: "Now, you can concentrate on cleaning up the stinky man on the bed who doesn't know whether to live or die!" ”