Dark Marriage: Sleeping with Ghosts

At this time, the sun was rising and the temperature was rising. Wang Lin felt a little hot. The little maid was preparing tea and shaking the fan for her. Wang Lin took the fan and started to do it herself. After sitting for a while, did she see anyone coming in and out of Zhao Xining's room? He walked to the door and asked, "She is still ill, why is no one taking care of her?"

"Miss doesn't like servants to follow her closely,"

Wang Lin came back to sit again, she was fidgeting, wondering if Zhao Zhuoyan would really be punished, the rattan whip was left in Zhao Xining's room, she was just pretending, or she really wanted to punish her.

"Can I go out for a walk?" Wang Lin looked at the door.

The little servant girl knew that she had a criminal record, and she was afraid that she would run away again, so she couldn't be the master for a while, "Wait for the servant girl to ask the young lady."

Speaking of which, the little girl ran out with her skirt in hand. She was probably only eleven or twelve years old, and she was already able to go to junior high school at the age of eleven or twelve, but she still had to serve people here. This place is really a cancer.

"Miss." The little maid stood at the door and dared not come in again, "Madam said she wanted to go out and relax."

Zhao Xining put down the book, thinking of that person, "Just after being punished, she will play around, she is not afraid that mother will get angry when she sees her."

The little maid couldn't figure out what she meant, so she didn't dare to say anything.

"Take her out for a walk, and watch her not allow her to leave the inner courtyard." Zhao Xining picked up the book and continued to read.

She wasn't afraid of Wang Lin's escape. Last time, there were so many guests at the big wedding that she was negligent. Normally, it would be difficult for the two of them to fly, but she still didn't want her and Zhao Zhuoyan to meet alone.

Wang Lin didn't expect Zhao Xining to agree, and happily went out with the little maid. It was too big for her to tell the north from the south, and felt that every place seemed to have been walked and not walked.

She came out because she wanted to take a walk and try her luck to see if she could meet Zhao Zhuoyan, but she didn't know that Zhao Zhuoyan was a guest, and she was not allowed to easily enter the inner courtyard if she lived in the outer courtyard.

It's just that I don't know whether to say that her luck is good or bad. After the old lady got angry in the morning, she suddenly wanted to see Zhao Zhuoyan and asked someone to bring her in. The two separated at the corner of the corridor one after the other.

Zhao Zhuoyan hated the old lady extremely, if she hadn't heard that Wang Lin arrived last night and she wanted to come into the inner courtyard to see the situation, she would not have wanted to see that old lady.

She has figured out the outer courtyard of this house, but in the inner courtyard, she only knows that Zhao Xining lives on the west side, her sister lives on the east side, and the old woman lives in the middle, so she doesn't know anything.

The old slave who led the way took her to the door of the room and stopped. Zhao Zhuoyan lifted her skirt and stepped over the threshold to enter. As soon as she came in, she saw the old woman holding a painting in front of the window and looking down carefully. Her expression was very sentimental, and she immediately thought of that. Who is the person in the painting, rush to grab the painting.

When the old lady heard the voice, she put the painting away, turned around and scolded her, "Presumptuous!"

"You old woman is shameless!" Zhao Zhuoyan was furious.

The old lady's mind was punctured, and her face turned green and white, "If Ruo'er is well-behaved and sensible, why did you give birth to you, big or small!"

"Don't mention my father!"

The old lady turned around and carefully rolled up the painting, and put it on the case. Looking at the picture scroll, she felt that it was a trick. She sat down in front of the case and looked up at Zhao Zhuoyan who was staring at her angrily. The waves in her heart receded and there was only peace.

"How has he been in recent years?"

Zhao Zhuoyan sneered, "Very good"

"You are so old, why doesn't he continue the string?"

She seemed to be talking to herself, but Zhao Zhuoyan could tell that she had some undue reverie, "Father no longer marries because he loves my mother."

"Your mother?" The old lady didn't even lift her eyelids, she dismissed her, "That foreigner"

The "pedantic" Zhao Zhuoyan also disdained her.

The old lady didn't care about her junior, she put her hand on the scroll and gently rubbed it, "He still likes to be quiet and enjoy tea, and he lives in seclusion?"

Zhao Zhuoyan didn't answer, her eyes were gloomy. Even though they were separated by nearly a thousand kilometers, she couldn't be more aware of her father's every move.

The old lady really didn't need her to answer, "You're so cute, it would be great if you could be like this for the rest of your life."

"Father locked my passport, you threatened him?" Zhao Zhuoyan was too lazy to listen to her nonsense.

The old lady turned her eyebrows and looked at her with a faint smile, "I am his aunt, and I still need to threaten him, he is not as arrogant as you are."

Zhao Zhuoyan felt that this smile was very dazzling, as if she was showing off how close her father was to her, and said sarcastically, "Do you still remember that you are her aunt?"

The old lady's face turned cold.

Zhao Zhuoyan knew that she had poked her sore spot, turned around and sat down, picked up the teacup on the table, and played with it in his hands, "Father, he respects you as an elder, and is grateful for your kindness in nurturing. There is nothing else other than this. This is you Couldn't be more clear?"

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, the old lady was like an eggplant beaten by frost, her moist eyes fell on the scroll at hand, she picked up the scroll, and the scroll unfolded in front of her, a handsome and cool young man appeared in front of her eyes.

"You can't help yourself"

Fate is really not up to anyone.

Seeing her affectionate appearance, Zhao Zhuoyan put the teacup upside down on the table, "Dirty!"

"He, did he mention me?" Looking at the cold eyebrows and the cute and gentle smile of the person in the painting, the old lady's eyes were clouded with tears.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Zhuoyan stood up and approached, "Are you talking about how you forced my mother to death!"

The old lady put away the scroll suddenly, raised her head and said angrily, "Get out!"

Zhao Zhuoyan spoke harshly to her many times, if it wasn't for Ruoer's face, she would have broken her leg long ago.

"Give me the portrait of my father first." Zhao Zhuoyan stretched out her hand.

The old lady stood up, the grief on her face was replaced by sternness, "Today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your father!"

"Come here, take the rattan whip"

Zhao Zhuoyan looked at the old woman with a gloomy face, "How dare you hit me"

The old lady raised the cane whip that the old slave gave her and lashed her legs mercilessly, making her kneel forward. Zhao Zhuoyan could have avoided it, but she didn't believe that the old woman could beat her.

"You dare to hit me?!" Zhao Zhuoyan supported the desk with one hand, and looked up at the old lady with a gloomy face.

The old lady didn't speak, she raised her hand and swung the whip again, Zhao Zhuoyan groaned and couldn't stand anymore, and knelt down on the ground.

"press her"

The old slave responded and held her down, Zhao Zhuoyan raised his head and stared at the old lady bitterly.

"You have no respect for your elders, those two whips were for Ruo'er,"

"You abducted Ning'er's new bride, these two lashes were for her" as he spoke, he slapped her twice again, hitting her thigh.

Zhao Zhuoyan was sweating coldly on his forehead, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "You will regret it"

Looking at the pair of blue eyes, the old lady's eyes sank, "The next six lashes are for me, beating your lowly Yang Yi mother."

Papapapa beat three times in a row, the old lady's eyes were red, she really hated that blond Yang Yi, how could she be worthy of her Ruo'er.

Zhao Zhuoyan didn't need the old slave to hold her down anymore, because she had already exhausted her strength to be able to kneel without falling, she gritted her teeth and raised her head, "Old guy, you better not fall into my hands, or I will make your life worse than death."

Zhao Zhuoyan was so painful that she closed her eyes and gasped. She didn't look at her eyes. This face was very similar to Zhao Lanruo's.

Zhao Zhuoyan suddenly opened his eyes, his blue eyes were full of disgust and hatred, "Don't touch me, old guy!"

The old lady also came back to her senses, seeing that she couldn't kneel anymore, she didn't want to really kill her, so she put down the cane whip and sat down slumped, waved her hand wearily, "Take her out"

The old lady was on the side trying to help Zhao Zhuoyan, but she pushed her away. She supported the desk and stood up, her legs were shaking like a sieve, and she stared at the old lady sitting in front of the desk with hatred.

"Old man, you wait"

After Zhao Zhuoyan walked out with two legs shaking like a sieve, the old lady ordered, "Send someone to take her back tomorrow."

Zhao Zhuoyan has been punished here, and it is Wang Lin's turn on the other side.

The author has something to say: I found out that I have a heavy mouth. When I coded this chapter, I was thinking that if these two people get together, they will be very good. Hahaha