Lu Wenjing woke up suddenly, as if someone was pinching his neck, and the strong feeling of suffocation swelled rapidly, engulfing him almost instantly.

In less than three seconds, he finally realized that he had been suspended from a beam of thick hemp rope.

Made, someone is going to kill me?!

I can't care about delving into which grandson wants to harm me, and now the most important thing is to break free from the rope noose.

Uh...

But the more I struggled, the tighter the rope became, and I let my body swing around, and my breathing became more and more difficult, and I was about to reach my limit!

Damn, am I really going to "hang"?

Heaven is unfair, I... I haven't married a wife yet...

"Squeak~"

At this life-and-death moment, someone came out of the back room, and immediately a woman's scream came from his ears:

"Xianggong!"

Appearance... Messire? Is this woman calling me?

Lu Wenjing's face turned red and purple, his eyes slanted, and he saw a figure vaguely, secretly rejoicing and desperately screaming from his throat:

"Help... Save...."

"Xianggong, the concubine will get you down..."

The calf was hugged by the woman, and as soon as Lu Wenjing relaxed, he was pulled by her!

"Gross..."

Lu Wenjing's tongue stretched out, rolled his eyes, and almost burped, this is not the end, the woman saw that she didn't succeed once, and she persevered and pushed down again and again.

"Woooooooo

Lu Wenjing really felt like he couldn't cry or laugh in a daze, and secretly said How can you save me, eighty percent think I died too slowly, right?

"Stool... Stools..."

Fortunately, the woman was not too stupid, and immediately reacted, hurriedly erected the round stool under her feet, and let him step on it.

Lu Wenjing gasped for breath several times, his face gradually returned to normal, and he quickly untied the rope from his neck, but his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground from the round bench coldly.

"Xianggong!" The woman let out another coquettish cry and rushed forward to lift his upper body up.

Lu Wenjing's side face was soft, and there was a strange fragrance, refreshing, and when he looked at it, the woman's facial features were as delicate as if they were naturally carved, and there were two strings of tears hanging on the cheeks that were as white as jade.

The strange thing is that the woman is dressed in a bright red wedding dress, with a flying phoenix golden hairpin inserted in her black bun, just like an old-fashioned bride.

Who the hell is she?

Just when Lu Wenjing's face was in a circle.

The head buzzed, and a memory that didn't belong to him finally slowly surfaced.

In the autumn of the fourth year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty, the Beijing teacher, the wealthy businessman Lu family, and the predecessor of Lu Wenjing were still a man of merit and fame.

And the woman in front of her is surnamed Zhao, her full name is Zhao Qianrou, and she is the newlywed wife who is about to have sex with her.

"The Ming Dynasty? Five hundred years ago? Grandma's, when she woke up, she actually scribbled through it like this? ”

Lu Wenjing was secretly surprised, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Xianggong, are you alright?" Zhao Qianrou was worried.

His heart was in a mess, and he tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and then got up and replied:

"I'm fine, thank you for saving me just now."

"You and I are husband and wife, what else do you want to talk about?" Zhao Qianrou's face flushed, and then her expression darkened, "Then again, why can't Xianggong think of looking for a short view?" Could it be that he dislikes the concubine..."

Commit suicide?

Lu Wenjing was shocked in his heart, hanging his neck on the beam of his house, isn't he just looking for a short sight, and he doesn't want to live?

Feelings are suicidal!

Wait a minute...

A talented man with a lot of money and fame, why can't he think about it so much, so he has to commit suicide by hanging a beam at night in the cave room?

Lu Wenjing was dizzy for a while, maybe it was because his predecessor drank a lot of alcohol, which directly affected his brain circuits, but he couldn't remember this part of his memory.

At this time, Zhao Qianrou choked up, and there was a faint grievance in her eyes:

"Tonight is a big day for you and me, but Xianggong is... But he couldn't avoid me, he didn't even want to touch me, and even wanted to die, where did the concubine make the princess unhappy? ”

"The two of us haven't met before, can you mess with me?" Lu Wenjing rubbed his temples lightly and said the truth.

"It's... is also said to be a concubine. Since she got engaged, the concubine has been thinking about what her husband looks like every day, and now she has finally got her wish..."

Zhao Qianrou's expression was better, and she hung her head shyly as she spoke, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Thinking about it here, Lu Wenjing didn't listen to a word, through ancient times, there was no electricity and no Internet, entertainment activities were extremely scarce, and the average life expectancy was less than fifty, even if you gave you a good-looking daughter-in-law, it would be a blood loss!

No, the Ming Dynasty can't stay longer for a moment, I have to go back!

Can... But what's the deal?

Lu Wenjing inadvertently glanced at the hemp rope hanging on the beam, and a bold idea came spontaneously.

How you came, how to go back!

Thinking of this, Lu Wenjing jumped on the round stool with a "pout", and then hung the hemp rope around his neck, ready to "die" again.

At the critical moment, there was a trace of hesitation in my heart, if this time failed, wouldn't it be a big joke?

Well, let's be cautious...

"Don't, Xianggong!"

Seeing that her husband was about to hang herself again, Zhao Qianrou screamed in surprise and pounced suddenly, just knocking down the round stool.

"I'll go..."

Lu Wenjing's neck was strangled, and the familiar feeling came back again.

"Why... Why would you rather die than accept me? Why is this..."The bride thought that he was determined to seek death, so she could only hold a pair of long legs, dangling desperately, crying like pear blossoms and rain.

And the bridegroom's eyes have already rolled up, and the white foam in his mouth is flying, and he is getting closer and closer to Elysium.

Moment of truth.

"Jing'er?!"

Someone shouted, and Zhao Qianrou shouted again, "Father-in-law, save my husband!" As soon as the words fell, seven or eight family members surrounded him, scrambling to lift the young master up, and finally saved his life.

Lu Wenjing was lying in the circle chair, his originally handsome appearance became embarrassed, and he only took a big gasp for breath, and his face gradually improved after a while.

Made, sure enough, the travelers bought one-way tickets...

After this toss, Lu Wenjing finally recognized the reality, and the second half of his life was likely to be spent in the Ming Dynasty.

But it's okay, it's barely acceptable to travel to a rich family and pick up a beautiful wife for nothing, right?

When he was comforting himself, a sharp gaze shot out, and he couldn't help but shudder!

"Old... Dad? ”

The middle-aged man in front of him is the father of his predecessor, Shanxi giant, Lu Zhenji.

The suppression of the blood between father and son made Lu Wenjing feel great pressure, and quickly got up from the circle chair.

"Daddy..."

"Humph!"

Lu Zhenji snorted coldly, and his old face, which was already quite cold, became even more gloomy.

"Master, since the young master is fine, the little ones..."

"Stand down!"

"Yes, sir."

The servants bowed and retreated, and only father and son and a little daughter-in-law who had just passed the door were left in the room.

Without waiting for Lu Zhenji to go crazy, Zhao Qianrou knelt down first, and said in a tone full of self-reproach:

"The daughter-in-law killed Jinglang, and asked her father-in-law to condemn her..."

"What are you doing here... Hurry up, this has nothing to do with you, it's all this rebel who doesn't fight. ”

"Anyway, I'm Jinglang's wife, and I can't escape the blame for doing such a thing on his wedding night..."

Zhao Qianrou pleaded for her husband wholeheartedly and refused to get up easily.

"Ugh..."

Lu Zhenji sighed and said with a cold face to his son:

"If you are stripped of your fame, you don't want to live? Do you know how hard Lao Tzu went to ask someone to intercede for you in front of the nine thousand years old? ”

Nine thousand years old?

At this time, Lu Wenjing's memory was finally sorted out, and the reason for hanging himself was also clarified.

The "nine thousand years old" in Lu Zhenji's mouth is the eunuch who holds the seal of the celebrant and the head of the "Eight Tigers", Liu Jin.

Liu Jin relied on the favor of Emperor Zhengde, manipulated the inner court and the outer court, disrupted the court, and was a veritable eunuch, and in private, he was even called the "emperor", and the limelight even overshadowed the main master.

A few months ago, Lu Wenjing and a few friends in the same department drank together, and when they were slightly drunk, someone suggested that they write poems to help the fun, so they each wrote a few poems.

Among them, Lu Wenjing has a poem that satirizes the chaos in the Eight Tigers' inner court, and I don't know who leaked the secret, so I directly sued it.

Originally, this matter was reported to the celebrant supervisor, and with Liu Jin's vicious personality, Lu Wenjing was certain to die.

Thanks to Lu Zhenji, he heard the news one step ahead of time, and used some means to make his son get out of his mouth.

The life was saved, but this fame was directly removed by the officials for a random reason, and it was also noted: This person will never be hired.

The official career was locked up, the ideals were trampled on, and the blow to Lu Wenjing was undoubtedly devastating, and since then, he has been depressed all day long, and his mental state has deteriorated.

In order for his son to be able to regain his strength, his father Lu Zhenji tried his best to find a family for him, and the woman's various conditions were not bad.

Who knows, on the night of the wedding, Lu Wenjing was so drunk that he actually hanged himself while he was drinking, which can be regarded as truly getting out of the "sea of suffering".

Now, in this body, there is another soul, which comes from 500 years later.

"Dad, my son knows that he is wrong." Lu Wenjing hung his head very sensitively.

"Humph! I know that you kid will not repent, see if Lao Tzu doesn't treat you... What? ”

Lu Zhenji didn't react for a while, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The son actually admitted that he was wrong?

has always been arrogant, and in his heart he looks down on the rebel who is a businessman of his father, but he actually admits his mistake?

The last time he admitted his mistake was more than ten years ago, right?

Just when Lu Zhenji was stunned, Zhao Qianrou quickly got up and gave her husband a help:

"Father-in-law, Jing Lang admitted his mistake just now, you should forgive him."

"This..."

Lu Wenjing went on to say:

"My son can't think of seeking death after a little setback, and he doesn't take your feelings into account at all, it's really unfilial, and he won't dare to do it in the future."

Hearing these words, Lu Zhenji's heart was shocked, his eyes turned a little red, and he couldn't help but put his hand on his son's shoulder and patted it, and said in a trembling voice:

"Good son, my father has your words, and it is not in vain all these years of hard work..."

glanced at his daughter-in-law again and nodded heavily:

"Qianrou is a good daughter-in-law, you have to treat her well, it's not too early, you two hurry up and do things, Dad still wants to hug his grandson early!"