The moon is in the middle of the sky.

It should have been a time when everything was silent, but the people in the Lou family ancestral hall were standing in a courtyard.

Under the porch was a large black coffin, the lid open, like a monster with its hideous mouth open, just waiting for someone to sleep in it.

Zheng Xian'er was wrapped in a heavy iron chain and was dragged into the door by someone.

Looking around: father-in-law, mother-in-law, several uncles and concubines, and even concubines and maids in each house and courtyard...... There are more than 100 people up and down the house, and everyone who can catch their breath has come.

Countless disgusted eyes fell on Zheng Xian'er's body, as if she was looking at a pile of stenching garbage.

I don't know who kicked heavily in the back, and Zheng Xian'er staggered and threw herself on the ground.

The initiator let out a sneer, and then raised his foot and stomped on her lower back, preventing her from getting up.

Zheng Xian'er propped her elbows on the ground, stubbornly raised her head, and met those blade-like cold and sharp gazes.

The little man guarding the incense candles in the hall stepped forward, bowed down and said, "Master, wife, the three incense sticks in the incense burner have been burned, and none of them have been broken!" ”

Mrs. Lou looked at the coffin with a somewhat regretful expression: "Since the ancestors have not warned them, there is no grievance." - Do it. ”

Zheng Xian'er's heart was tight, and she was busy struggling to get up, but two servants behind her had already stepped forward to twist her arms, and they were about to throw her into the coffin.

Zheng Xian'er was anxious, and while struggling to lie on the ground, she screamed: "Even if you send me down to the underworld, I still say the same thing - I don't recognize it!" ”

Before her words fell, she received a hot slap on each cheek.

A servant woman sneered loudly: "Don't recognize? You personally go down to the underworld and explain to the third master! You are holding the tablet to worship the church, but now Wen Po says that you are not perfect, do you dare to say that there is no cheating? Could it be that the tablet of the third master came to life and broke your body? ”

Zheng Xian'er was still about to argue, but her body had already fallen into the coffin involuntarily. Twenty or thirty pounds of iron chains smashed on her body, almost crushing her internal organs into cakes.

The old man Lou sat on the Taishi chair, holding the dragon's head crutches with both hands, his back was straight, and his voice was like a bell: "Feng Zu said: 'Women are out of festival and buried alive in the coffin'!" Zheng, you have done something wrong yourself, and you can't blame others! - Seal the coffin! ”

The black coffin lid was carried by three or four small servants, and it was covered mercilessly.

Zheng Xian'er had the heart to resist, but her chest was crushed by the heavy iron chains, and she couldn't even lift the strength to struggle up for a while.

It was already dark in the coffin, but now that the lid was pressed down, the little light that was left was squeezed out, and even the air seemed to become much heavier.

Seeing that the last ray of light disappeared completely, Zheng Xian'er's brain "buzzed", and she only thought of two words in her heart: it's over.

This small space is where she is buried, where she will slowly suffocate to death.

Despair, fear, and the extreme pain of dying before dying, this is the real punishment—a punishment more cruel than death itself!

After a few moments, Zheng Xian'er finally struggled to sit up.

She concentrated all her strength on her arms and left shoulder, pressed against the lid of the coffin, gritted her teeth and pushed it up—

The lid of the coffin was lifted in a thin slit and then never moved again.

Outside, I don't know who is shouting: "Move fast!" One more nail and she won't be able to get out! ”

The stone hammer smashed on the lid of the coffin one by one, shaking people's internal organs and trembling.

Zheng Xian'er didn't have time to think about it, looked at the gap, and quickly stuffed her right hand out.

Let them break this hand outside, and it would be better to bleed more, and see if those who are watching the excitement will not be able to sleep tonight! - Zheng Xian'er thought hatefully.

Sure enough, there was an exclamation outside.

Zheng Xian'er let out a low chuckle, endured the sharp pain like a break, and slowly clenched her right hand into a fist.

The angry voice of the old man Lou sounded outside the coffin: "If you really don't change your dead nature, you have to play tricks at this point!" Que'er, go cut off her hand and feed it to the dogs! ”

Zheng Xian'er's heart jumped.

Que'er? Is that the fifth prince Louque who has been studying abroad? He's back?

I heard that this fifth prince is handsome and talented, noble and proud, and he happened to be born with a good appearance, and he is a well-known young man in the world-this hand is broken under his sword, is it an alternative honor?

Just thinking like this, there was already a steady sound of footsteps outside, presumably the fifth prince came over and cut off her hand.

Zheng Xian'er bit the corner of her lip and closed her eyes stiffly.