Seeing that her eldest son was beaten again, Mrs. Ding didn't dare to insult An Xin again, but stared at Song Lingshuang with cold eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "You want to leave?!" ”

Seeing the corners of Mrs. Ding's mouth drooping, her small triangular eyes, gloomy and mean, and her eyes looking at her viciously, Song Lingshuang, who had been bullied for a long time, subconsciously took a step back.

Seeing her wrinkled old face like this, Mrs. Ding couldn't help but smile coldly with disdain, "You are an orphan girl who has no maiden family to rely on, and you still want to make peace with my son, you don't know whether you live or die." ”

Song Lingshuang pursed her lips a little pale, thinking that she was like entering a demon cave from marrying into the Ding family, because she was often mistreated by her mother-in-law because she had no dowry, and her husband didn't like it.

Even if his father-in-law was later admitted to the county magistrate, she was no longer as hungry as before.

But Mrs. Ding, who is used to her, has not made trouble for herself for a day.

Husband Ding Youren had a father who was a county magistrate, so he was targeted, and he was soon taken to learn to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble.

Ding Youren, who was originally irritable and irritable, not only often went out to play with women, but also liked to beat people when he came back drunk, and Song Lingshuang's life was even more difficult.

Thinking of this, Song Lingshuang said in a firm tone again: "Yes, I want to reconcile." Even if you don't want to give and give away the book, you can leave the book. ”

Hearing Song Lingshuang's firm words, Mrs. Ding was stunned, she took a closer look, and her face was bruised from being beaten by her son, but her eldest daughter-in-law's hooking fox eyes were full of firm determination.

Only then did Mrs. Ding realize that Song Lingshuang really wanted to reconcile with her son, and her mean old face was distorted, and she was furious: "Slut, I know that you are a restless person, and you want to reconcile with my son at this time." You dream. ”

Song Lingshuang knew that it would be difficult for him to reconcile with Ding Youren and leave the shackles of the Ding family on his own, so he looked at An Xin for help.

She didn't know why she was willing to help her, but Song Lingshuang couldn't manage so much, she knew that if she continued to be in the Ding family, her final outcome would definitely not be good.

So he knelt down in front of An Xin with a puff, and pleaded sincerely: "Girl, please save me, as long as I can get the little woman out of the tiger and wolf den of the Ding family."

The little woman is willing to be a slave and a maidservant, and repay your kindness with a straw ring. ”

An Xin originally intended to help this sad woman get rid of her husband and mean mother-in-law, so she didn't pretend to be high and pretend to be forced.

She ignored Mrs. Ding, who was looking at her in fear, and walked up to Ding Youren, who didn't get up for a while because of the pain, and raised a foot to step on his chest.

Unhurriedly, he said, "Agreed?" ”

Ding Youren was stunned for a moment, and reacted that this was to ask him if he agreed and left.

He measured his face with difficulty, looked at Song Lingshuang with gloomy eyes, and said in a vicious tone: "I don't ......"

As soon as Ding Youren's words came out, he suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, and he heard a faint but chilling whisper coming towards him, "You'll talk about it when you think about it." ”

Ding Youren wanted to say that if she didn't get along, she would let Song Lingshuang stay in their Ding family to be a cow and a horse, and be bullied for a lifetime, which was her life.

But at this time, Ding Youren could only open his mouth but couldn't make a sound, just because An Xin increased the strength on his feet, so that he was already out of breath and intake in less, his face turned purple, and he rolled his eyes.

The curious glances cast around were all blocked by Leng Xiangbai and a group of them, deliberately standing in different positions.

Even Mrs. Ding and Ding Youyi, who wanted to step forward, stopped in the cold eyes of Zhu Shijing and Jiang Zhou and didn't dare to move anymore.

Only then did they find out that An Xin's group of people didn't seem to be something that their own family could provoke.

The Ding family, who bullied the weak and feared the hard, collectively cowered aside, and chose to turn a blind eye to Ding Youren wandering on the edge of life and death.

Song Lingshuang saw that her husband, who used to add punches and kicks to herself at every turn, was trampled under An Xin's eyes, and suddenly felt that she was very cowardly before.

She looked up with admiration at the woman who looked indifferent, but was brave and decisive.

Song Lingshuang found a target to follow for her bleak life after she felt and left.

An Xin: "Have you thought about it?" ”

Ding Youren, "Ho Ho ......"

Ding Youren, whose eyes were red because he couldn't breathe, realized that his life might be similar to Lou Ant in the eyes of some people.

"Head, don't we care?"

Liu Huai, as a soldier who once defended his family and the country, still has the least fairness and morality. It's just that in this kind of escort and exile of prisoners for a long time, I have seen too many unkind, shameless and dirty things, and I have gradually become indifferent.

He also despised Ding Youren's behavior of beating his daughter-in-law, and now some people care why he sent someone to intervene.

The young official who asked the question saw Liu Huai glance at himself, and then still squinted his eyes and leaned there leisurely humming a little tune, as if nothing had happened, and immediately understood, so he also pretended to do his own business as if nothing had happened.

The official on the other side glanced at what happened on An Xin's side, frowned, and saw that Liu Huai didn't arrange anyone to stop it, and silently withdrew his gaze as if nothing happened.

Before Ding Youren was about to faint, he finally spit out a sentence of survival with difficulty, "I... I, with... Agree... and off. ”

Hearing this, An Xin unhurriedly withdrew the strength on his feet, turned his head to Chen Runzhi and ordered: "Go find a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones." ”

The little girl Chen Runzhi is also the man who hates this kind of beating women the most, and when she heard that Ding Youren agreed to reconcile with Song Lingshuang, a poor woman, she turned around happily and was about to get the things that she wanted to use to write and leave.

"Wait."

Chen Runzhi had just walked a few steps before someone shouted at him, and turned sideways to see an official who had been exiled with them take out his baggage, and took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone he had brought with him and handed it to her.

"Take it and use it."

"Although I can't help the woman who was beaten, in the end, it is a shameful behavior for a man to beat a woman, and I feel ashamed to be a man below."

Chen Runzhi was stunned, but still took it.

"Thank you."

"No, you don't."

An Xin heard the conversation between the two and glanced over there, the man was in his thirties, he looked good and loyal, and he didn't know why he couldn't think of annoying Prime Minister Xiao and Concubine Xian, so he came to exile with him.

An Xin knew that there was a son of a scholarly family, who must be more or less literate, so she raised her foot and said, "Write." ”

Ding Youren, who was let go, took the paper, ink, pen and inkstone handed over by Chen Runzhi, even if he didn't want to let go of Song Lingshuang, a woman who didn't have a mother's family to bully.

But in front of An Xin, the living king of Hell who could kill him at any time, Ding Youren also had to write and leave the book by hand.

(End of chapter)