Er Qing raised her eyes and smiled at Fu Heng: "Fu Heng, what are you kidding me?"
"You sold Qinglian to a private prostitute." Fu Heng stared at her.
Er Qing's expression changed suddenly: "Where is she?"
"She has swallowed gold and committed suicide." Fu Heng said.
What made Fu Heng feel chills was that upon hearing this news, Er Qing was relieved and laughed again: "So what? You want to divorce my married wife for a maid?"
In her eyes, a life is no different from grass.
She can even laugh!
Fu Heng felt a chill in his heart, and said solemnly: "The seven rules, obscenity, jealousy, and talkativeness, I can't stand you three in a row, pack up immediately and leave the Fucha Mansion!"
Finally realizing that he wasn't joking, Er Qing gradually restrained her smile and gave Du Juan a wink. Du Juan quietly exited the door, Er Qing approached the table and picked up the letter of divorce.
hiss, hiss, hiss—
The divorce book was broken into pieces little by little in her hand.
"Since I am married into Fucha's family, I will never leave." As soon as I let go, the fragments of my hand fell to the ground, and Er Qing raised her eyebrows in protest, "You want to divorce your wife, you can, unless I die!"
"You are obviously reluctant to die, but you keep talking about death." Fu Heng looked down on her more and more, "You ask me why I divorced my wife, but I want to ask you, why did you harm Qinglian like this?"
Er Qing snorted when she heard it.
Fu Heng frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
"Just remembering that in the Forbidden City, the servant lost his life with a word from the master... There is no reason, just because the master is happy." Er Qing sighed.
It is precisely because she has seen many similar things that she has a sense of crisis. No matter what means she uses, she must become a master, not a slave.
She wants to rule the fate of others, not to be ruled by others!
Putting her hair on her ears, Erqing didn't regret killing Qinglian, but what was wrong with her master wanting the slaves to die? On the contrary, I feel that Fu Heng is making a big fuss, but who calls him the head of the family? Erqing could only put a soft tone and comfort him: "What's more, Qinglian murdered the young master, and the next time you end up with this picture, it's your own fault."
"When things come to an end, you still repent, but instead you poured dirty water on a dead person?" Fu Heng said coldly.
"Okay, you don't believe in your married wife, but instead you believe in a fox?" Er Qing tutted, "And you two have no affair, bah! That bitch, it's just right for that bastard to fall into a prostitute. So early, it's still cheap for her!"
Fu Heng couldn't help closing his eyes.
"Shut up." He really didn't want to see the woman's face again and heard the woman's voice, "Pack your luggage."
Er Qing was silent for a moment: "You... really want to drive me away?"
Fu Heng: "You're leaving today."
"You... how can you be so ruthless?" Er Qing gritted her teeth, "No, I'm not leaving, I'm the young lady of Fucha House, I'm not going anywhere!"
Fu Heng didn't even want to touch her, so he shouted out the door, and two stout nanny came in immediately. Fu Heng gave an order, and the two nanny grabbed Er Qing, "Young madam, excuse me!"
"She is no longer a young lady." Fu Heng announced the fact coldly, "Take her away!"
"Fucha Fu Heng, you are crazy, you are really crazy!" Er Qing struggled, "I won't leave! I won't leave even if I die! Let go! If you dare to commit crimes, let go!"
Er Qing was like crazy, she dug her sharp fingernails into the eyes of the two maids. One mammy was caught off guard, and a bloodstain was gouged out from the corner of her eye. Immediately increased some strength, pinched Erqing and yelled.
"stop!"
The door opened, and the old lady walked in with Du Juan's hand. Seeing this scene, she immediately trembled with anger: "Fu Heng, what are you going to do to your wife?"
"Emother!" Er Qing broke free from the two of them, threw herself into her arms, and cried, "Fu Heng is going to divorce me because of Qinglian!"
"Emother, Qinglian is dead." Fu Heng said coldly, "I was sent to the dark brothel by this woman, tortured and finally swallowed gold and died."
"Fu Heng! Qing Lian is just a maid!" Fucha's mansion was extremely angry, "Besides, you just entered the military plane, and you are going to divorce your wife immediately. Do you really want your career?"
Qinglian is pitiful, but the old lady values her son's career more, and she doesn't want to affect Fu Heng's career because of this.
Especially when Fu Heng entered the military plane at a young age, and he didn't know how many eyes were staring at him, looking for his fault. This divorce is a big or small matter. When he goes out, he will definitely be included in the previous book, saying that he is not strict with his family.
If a person can't even handle his own family affairs well, how can he handle state affairs well
Fu Heng clearly knew this, but he still shook his head: "If the family style is not right, why should you be an official? Come on, help mother go back to rest!"
Er Qing and the old lady were dumbfounded.
The old lady was the rescuer that Erqing had brought in. She originally thought that Fu Heng, a dutiful son, would eventually let her go, no matter how reluctant she was in her heart.
Wasn't that the case before? Because the old lady opened her mouth, he tacitly allowed her to marry Er Qing out of the house!
But why didn't it work this time
"No, don't!" Er Qing said in a panic, "E-Niang, don't go, E-Niang, E-Niang, save me, save me!"
The old lady was on her side, but she made one mistake. Fu Heng couldn’t allow herself to make a second mistake. In his opinion, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was too weak the previous time and knew it was wrong, he still obeyed the old lady. If so, Qinglian wouldn't end up like that...
In order to prevent the same tragedy from happening again, long pain is worse than short pain - he must drive this vicious woman away!
"Wow!" A child cried.
It turned out that Fu Qian came with Fu Kangan in his arms.
Seeing his mother being bullied, Xiao Fukangan couldn't help but pouted and cried for her.
Seeing the last life-saving straw, Er Qing rolled and crawled beside him, reached out and hugged him into her arms, the mother and son both cried to Fu Heng: "An'er can't leave E-niang, he needs me! , Fu Heng, don't drive me away!"
Fu Heng said with disgust: "Having a mother like you teach by example and deeds will be very detrimental to his growth, come here! Take the young master away!"
The two maids came over and took the last straw from Er Qing's hands.
Er Qing couldn't help crying on the ground, Fu Qian couldn't bear to see it, and persuaded: "Third brother, you are too much, how can you treat Jifa's wife like this?"
"Do you sympathize with her?" Fu Heng thought it was ridiculous, "then have you seen with your own eyes the smug and ugly face she made when she took an innocent life? How sad would your parents be? After reading the sage books for so many years, did you learn to distinguish between right and wrong, black and white?"
Fu Qian was speechless.
Anyone can see that Fu Heng is determined to divorce his wife today, even if the gods and Buddhas on the tribute platform speak, I am afraid that he will not be able to change his mind.
But how could Er Qing allow herself to fall into such a field.
A desperate look flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly raised her head and said, "Fu Heng, I said, even if I die, I will be carried out of Fucha's house. You will never, never try to get rid of me!"
After speaking, she suddenly slammed her head into the wall!
Columns of blood!
"Wow!" Fukangan burst into tears in his mother's arms and kept reaching out to her, "Emother! Emother!"
There was chaos in the house, some people rushed over to call her name, and some rushed out to call the doctor.
Blood ran along Er Qing's forehead, slowly covering her cheeks, like the red hijab she wore during her wedding. Fu Qianqiang resisted the * that rushed over, turned his head to Fu Heng and said: "Third brother, it is very happy to kill a relative righteously, but you really want to make a wife to death for a maid? If she really died in Fucha Mansion today, not to mention Will the Xitara clan take revenge, and you are not afraid of ruining the reputation of the Fucha family?"
"Er Qing, wake up, wake up!" The old lady sat on the ground and rubbed Er Qing's hand: "Don't worry, with me, Fu Heng will never be able to divorce his wife!"
As if she was waiting for her to say this, Er Qing opened her eyes faintly, and said with anger, "Emian... I won't leave... I won't leave..."
Fu Qian's words did not move Fu Heng, but moved the old lady.
Whether it was for her son's career or the reputation of Fucha's family, she couldn't let Fu Heng divorce his wife!
"Fu Heng, E-niang has never been so disappointed in you." The old lady slowly turned her head and looked at Fu Heng with a sad face, "You are so absurd for a woman! Handmaiden, so what? It's just a thing, no one will take it seriously! Er Qing is the first wife you brought in with a big red sedan chair, even if there are thousands of them who are not, you should forgive her!"
Seeing that he was still indifferent, the old lady gritted her teeth and added: "If you let her go, then I will go too! The two of us left this desolate home together!"
Seeing that his mother had released such cruel words, Fu Heng sighed helplessly, and said slowly, "I don't have to divorce my wife."
Er Qing was resting on the lap of a maid with a handkerchief on her forehead. After hearing this, the corners of her lips could not help bending upwards, but unexpectedly his next sentence was: "From today onwards, she will live in a family temple and eat fast food for the rest of her life. Recite the Buddha and atone for your sins!"
With a smile on Erqing's lips, she climbed up with great difficulty, but only saw Fu Heng's back.