The old lady asked Feng Shi to help her to the Layer Pavilion. At this time, the Lang family was already exhausted after a long night, and several maids were afraid that she would find a short time again, so they tied her two wrists with a piece of silk. The old lady saw that her daughter-in-law, who was usually a good woman, had become like a prisoner, with a disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, she couldn't help but sigh secretly and sat on the big circle chair at the top.

"Let go of her."

When a few maids heard the old lady say this, they looked at the demented Lang family, and no one dared to step forward.

The old lady's face sank a little more when she saw it, and the folds on her face were squeezed together, "What? No one listened to what I said? If she wants to be cold and hot, she will go, such a big living person, today for this, tomorrow for that, if you look for death and life every day, is it possible that you will keep tying her up like this? She is shameless, and my Feng family still needs to be embarrassed! ”

Her voice was like a bell, and she was admonishing a few subordinates on the surface, but she hit Lang's heart word by word. Lang's body suddenly trembled as if it were shining, and then he began to cry in a low voice.

The old lady didn't hate iron and steel: "Why are you crying? Your man is still alive, don't put on such a mourning look for me. ”

Lang had no choice but to swallow the cry back to his throat, only to burst into tears.

"The third child, you listen well," the old lady lowered her voice, "As long as my wife is still alive, I will never allow the Feng family to have this ridiculous thing of spoiling the concubine and killing his wife, even if she likes that woman again, she can't go beyond you, the wife who is marrying the Ming Media." Of course, as the main house, you must also abide by the way of women. You ask yourself, in this world, if there is a man with a little family background, which one is not three wives and four concubines? In the years since you got married, has Zhenglian treated you harshly? Is there any woman in these forty-nine cities who does not envy you? If you seek death and life every day for a lowly woman, not only will you be disgusted with you, but others will only say that you are jealous. ”

"If you can't swallow this breath, you will be hanged with this satin today, it's just a matter of a coffin, and our Feng family has no shortage of daughters-in-law."

"No!" Hearing what the old lady said, Lang was so frightened that he exclaimed, and hurriedly kowtowed to the old lady on the ground, "Mother! The daughter-in-law is wrong, it's all the daughter-in-law's! ”

"Alright." The old lady put her hand on the crook of Feng's arm and got up, "It's so late, clean up and go to sleep." ”

A group of people sent the old lady away, and Lang's dowry maid Shuangque saw that she still looked sad, and persuaded: "Madam, you relax, the old lady has said so, and she will definitely not wronged you." ”

Lang wiped away his tears: "If it was really as simple as the old lady said, then she herself would not have been forced into such a situation by that Aunt Wang back then." Also, you don't understand, I don't care about the name of nothingness. If you really love someone, how can you be willing to share his ...... with others?"

At this time, the candles were extinguished in every room in the pavilion, but a remote wing room in the distance was still shining with stars and candles. Lang knew that this was the place where Pingniang's mother and daughter were staying, and couldn't help clenching the handkerchief in her hand, this was the first time in her life that she had that kind of resentful emotion, like a poisonous snake, slowly clinging to her heart.

On the second day, the Lang family finally stopped making trouble, Feng Zhenglian waited outside the room for a long time with crutches against the sun, and the Lang family was still closed.

At night, Shuangque brought a basin to serve her to wash her feet, and as soon as she took off her shoes and socks, she heard Lang say quietly: "You go and call that slut." ”

Shuangque was taken aback, a woman from an official family of the Lang family, not to mention anything else, the most important thing is upbringing, plus she has a gentle temperament, who would have thought that these two words could pop out of that mouth.

It took a while for the sparrow to react, and it turned out that the "slut" was shouting Pingniang.

After a while, Pingniang was brought over.

She said a blessing to the Lang clan and called herself a "slave".

Lang's heart tightened, I thought that Ping Niang would be a fox spirit who scratched her head and showed off her amorous style, but she didn't expect that she was dressed elegantly, her eyebrows were beautiful, and her general demeanor was no worse than that of the ladies in Beijing.

She straightened up, as if that would show off the dignity of the main room.

"Come here." Lang stretched out his feet and called Pingniang coldly, as if she were a captive dog.

The needles in the room can be heard, and the people who are watching the show are imagining what kind of ridiculous and generous behavior the insulted Ping Niang will make.

But Pingniang just walked over obediently, as if she was indeed a dog of the Lang family.

She gently cupped Lang's feet, as if they were fragile and precious jade.

"This water is too cold," Lang was dissatisfied, "add some hot water." ”

The maid carried the wooden bucket and deliberately poured the boiling water on Pingniang's hands before she had time to pull it away.

The white skin was bright red in an instant, and Pingniang couldn't help but take a cool breath in pain, and her hand retracted like an electric shock.

Seeing this, Lang said angrily: "Put your hand back." ”

Ping Niang didn't say a word, and continued to soak her hands in the water.

The maid who poured the water thought that this punishment was cruel enough, but she didn't expect Lang to be still dissatisfied and ordered her: "Stop what to do, keep pouring." ”

The maid was so busy that she drained the remaining half of the bucket of steaming water.

The water was not cold anymore, but Lang still kept his feet outside.

Ping Niang felt as if her hands had entered a frying pan, as if there were countless thin needles poking her skin.

The rising mist gradually thinned, and Lang felt that it was almost enough, so he soaked his feet in the water.

The temperature is moderate, and it's really comfortable.

Ping Niang carefully scrubbed Lang's feet with her unconscious hands, her movements were gentle, and only the slightest ripples appeared on the water.

"Okay," Lang was finally satisfied, and wiped his feet on the hem of Pingniang's clothes, "You can go." ”

Pingniang was rubbed by Lang's foot, staggered, stood up and walked quietly.

When Pingniang's footsteps disappeared for a while, Lang Shi instructed Shuangque: "You go and get some medicine for scalds." ”

The double finch should be down.

The room was deserted, Lang looked back at the empty bed, since she married Feng Zhenglian, how could the two have ever been separated.

In the past, Feng Zhenglian liked to sit on the Luohan bed by the window to read, and she sat on the embroidery pier not far away to do needlework, but half-heartedly, her eyes were full of her husband, and when she accidentally pricked her hand, Feng Zhenglian blamed her distressedly.

The bits and pieces of the past are vivid, the bed under the bed of four happy mandarin ducks playing in the water, is made of a needle and a thread before she got married, a few years later, has been washed by the pulp faded, but she still loves like a treasure.

Feng Zhenglian is afraid of heat, and Lang knows it. He stayed up in Hanlin Courtyard in a heavy official uniform for a day, often suffering from rashes on his back, and even suffered from heat stroke three or four times.

Lang couldn't hold back after all, and instructed the maid: "Send a bowl of soup to the study to dispel the heat, don't say what I said." ”

The maid left, and when she came back, she told Lang that Feng Zhenglian did not stay in the study honestly, and he went to find Pingniang.

Lang only felt that the tip of his nose was sour, and his eyes were red. She thought she should be thunderous, but she had no strength at all.

She fell softly on the couch, her hand covering her colic heart: "Tell me to go down, no one is allowed to go to see the injury of that slut." ”