Chapter Twenty-Seven: Frost Calls for Help
"Shuang'er, what did you tell you on weekdays, look at you, panicked, and still rampage like this, where is there still a little bit of a woman from a family. ”
"Mother, daughter...... My daughter heard about it...... I heard that the Punishment Hall ...... The man in charge of the torture hall is about to come and arrest his daughter. Woo, mother, help me!" Frost took three steps and two steps, and finally walked to his mother Leng Hancui.
Seeing her daughter so embarrassed, and listening to her incomprehensible words, Leng Hancui's heart couldn't help but rise.
"Tell my mother quickly, what happened, you mean that the people in charge of the torture hall arrested you, you can't be dreaming, right?
"Mother, daughter don't know, just listen to ......"
"When has this been, you haven't told your mother the truth, if you hadn't done something wrong, how could you be afraid that the people in charge of the torture hall would come to arrest you?"
Before Bingshuang finished speaking, Leng Hancui interrupted her prevarication and asked hurriedly.
"Mother, tell me, is that waste really coming back, if she comes back, my daughter will die!
"What the hell are you talking about, can you tell your mother what is it that makes you afraid of being like this?"
After listening to the first half of her daughter's headless words, Leng Hancui thought that her daughter had caused some big trouble, but after listening to the back, Leng Hancui only felt a headache, but put away her worries.
"Mother, it's that waste, it's Bingyue, my maid said, she heard the little guy in the outer courtyard say that the waste seems to be back, what should I do, Mother. Her life is so hard, why did she come back? No, she's just a waste, even if she comes back, what can she do? The head of the family can still sacrifice me because of a waste? No, no, no......"
Bingshuang, the fourth lady of the Bing family, was extremely confused and scared at the moment, and was looking for a reason to be beneficial to herself.
"Shuang'er, what's the matter with you today? It doesn't matter to you whether Bingyue comes back or not, when are you afraid of that useless little guy. If it's okay, go back and stay, the head of the mother who was noisy by you hurts. Go back and let the grandmother in your yard teach you good manners, is it too gentle for them during this time, and look at what kind of care my daughter has become. ”
Leng Hancui was still thinking about continuing to prune the purple magnolia, and she didn't want to see her daughter's abnormal crazy appearance at all.
"Madame, Madam, no, no, no!"
"What's going on today, one or two are not in shape, say, what's so urgent?" The second lady was about to die of anger by her daughter and maid, and today is really a hell of a thing.
"Madam, Young Master Han rushed directly into our courtyard with four iron-clad guards in charge of the Torture Hall. ”
"Second aunt, nephew was ordered by the elder of the Torture Hall to bring Frost over for questioning. ”
Before the maid's voice fell, the cold had reached the outside of the main hall.
"Han'er, what's going on? What's wrong with Shuang'er, it's worth it for you, the elder brother, to come with the iron-clad guard of the Torture Hall, so to bring your sister over for questioning?"
In this way, it seems that her daughter must have caused some big disaster, but in the face of the juniors of the Bing family, the second lady Leng Hancui had to reluctantly cheer up her spirit at the moment and questioned Bing Han with the elders.
"Second aunt, Bingshuang instructed the house slave last night to put the sixth sister Bingyue to death, and the Punishment Hall sent his nephew to bring Bingshuang to be investigated. Bing Han spoke neither fast nor slow, his tone was neither high nor low, and he replied without any emotion.