Suddenly, Qu Tan’er asked with a forced smile: "Hehe, how did w.a.n.g Ye come back?"

  ’’You seem to have forgotten, here is ben w.a.n.g’s bedroom."

  "Oh heavens! look at the memory of Tan’er, it is very bad. w.a.n.g Ye does not know, Tan’er has had a sleep walking illness from an early age, and often accidentally went to the wrong room." To use this as an excuse, is it too bad? The doorway is right in front of her, but Qu Tan’er is very worried that she is coming in vertically, and has to go out horizontally.

  (she is coming in vertically, and has to go out horizontally: meaning she first came in walking on her own but now she has to go out carried, she came in alive but has to go out dead)

  "Is it so bad?" Mo Liancheng asked slowly.

  "Yes, this memory of mine, always without progress."

  "Sleepwalk?"

  "Yes." As Qu Tan’er answered she more and more became fearful.

  "The wrong room?" Mo Liancheng nodded and seemed to understand, but he repeated the words she had just said.

  "Yeah, yeah, it is really the wrong room." Qu Tan’er twitched her mouth and tried to show her smile. She also understands that this excuse is very bad, and there is no persuasiveness.

  "However, you seem to have forgotten one thing. Ben w.a.n.g has said that the place you should not enter, don’t ever enter."

  "Yes, so w.a.n.g ye can write Tan’er off the book." Directly clarify her words. "Tan’er knew from the beginning that w.a.n.g Ye didn’t want to take Tan’er as his wife, and never liked Tan’er, w.a.n.g ye only married me because of the imperial degree which granted this marriage. Since w.a.n.g ye does not want, and Tan’er does not dare to have a delusion about it, then the best solution is……a retire book."

  (writing off the book/retiring from the book: meaning the book of marriage, the 2 phrases mean to divorce. The existence of the marriage book is equal to the establishment of the marriage relations.h.i.+p. If the marriage relations.h.i.+p is terminated, the man’s family must issue a divorce book or retire book.)

  Mo Liancheng is silent.

  After a long while, he slowly said: "Ben w.a.n.g will not take your name off."

  "Thank you w.a.n.g ye." Qu Tan’er smiled hypocritically. Even if he wants to divorce, she still won’t leave, now, the bed she is looking for has been found. Where can she go?

  "However, if you choose to retire from your life, ben w.a.n.g will consider leaving you a whole body."

  "Eh?" Oh, it turned out……

  but, she didn’t want to die at all.

  "Hang up yourself?" Mo Liancheng glanced over the roof beam of the room, as if looking carefully to figure out whether the roof beam is good enough.

  "Not good, here is the bedroom of w.a.n.g ye, if I hanged myself here, will I not dirty this place?" Qu Tan’er laughed, followed his line of sight and swept the direction of the roof, the bottom of her heart was cold, and for no reason she slightly s.h.i.+vered. In order to avoid someone’s impulse, rus.h.i.+ng to help her quickly step on Huangquan Road, she chose to step back to the side without a trace.

  (Huangquan: yellow spring, the underworld of the Chinese methodology, equivalent to Hades or h.e.l.l)

  There is no way to go ahead, there is a bed to retreat behind, except for the empty s.p.a.ce to the side, there is no way to retreat.

  "Ben w.a.n.g doesn’t mind." Mo Liancheng smiled indifferently, and seemed to really not mind this.

  "Not good, it’s too tiring to climb up, hang myself, then fall down, it’s all very troublesome." Qu Tan’er shook her head and did not agree with his proposal.

  "Then committing suicide by cutting your own throat." Mo Liancheng is not in a hurry, and then kindly gave her a second choice.

  "Cutting my throat requires a knife, and we don’t have it here……"

  "The knife is not, but there is a sword behind you, hanging on the wall, exactly at the level of your hand." Mo Liancheng smiled slyly. His eyes swept over the wall behind her indicating her to look at it.

  "……" Qu Tan’er really wants to hang herself to death, she counted thousands of calculations, but, left this one. She is not really good at retreating, but she has to retreat here.

  Sure enough, the heavens truly want her dead.

  "Do you need ben w.a.n.g to help you?"

  "Hehe, no need, I am afraid of seeing blood. I will be dizzy when I see blood. And, I am weak, I am afraid I can’t afford the sword, so forget it."