Although the courtyard is dark and gloomy, there is a bright moon in the sky, it seems to be exceptionally clear, the bamboo is deep and the trees are dense, only the insects chirp endlessly, and there is no trace of human figure. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Zhou Zhenhuan walked slowly and walked in the direction of the main house.

Suddenly, the originally bright room was blown out of the candles, and it was suddenly pitch black. His heart sank, and he hurriedly flashed into the banana leaves next to him, only to hear Yuqiao lazy and sleepy, and said coquettishly: "Bixiu, I'm going to rest, don't you want to quarrel with me again!" ”

He heard the sound of promise, the door opened, and a maid walked out, holding the lamp in one hand and closing the door carefully with the other.

Zhou Zhenhuan was secretly happy in his heart, he only felt that it was a God-given opportunity, the maid was not in front of him, and the little girl was weak and lonely on the couch, as long as she could enter the house, once she succeeded, she was afraid that she would not be obedient in the future! Thinking about it like this, the blood in my heart instantly surged, and the excitement was inexplicable, that is, I strode to the door.

As the door opened and closed, he was silent, allowing his gaze to adjust to the darkness in the room, and then went straight to the bed, opened the pomegranate red tent, and curled up in a ball by the faint light and shadow.

He didn't care about it, like a hungry tiger pounced, he pressed his body upside down and hugged it tightly, tearing the cold quilt while shouting indiscriminately: "Xiao Qiao'er, I miss your cousin!" ”

Seeing a few strands of crow hair coming out of the quilt, he couldn't wait to probe his mouth, and he stepped forward to kiss him. Suddenly, it was pitch black, and a sack was under his head, and his hands were forced to cut back, that is, he was quickly tied with a rope. He was dragged from the bed to the ground by his legs and waist, grabbed his head by his arms, and dragged him from the bed to the ground. Then there was a shout of reprimand: "Where did the little man come from, he dared to break into the room of the fourth grandmother at night, and see if he killed you." ”

"That's it! It's not an exaggeration to die! ”

Zhou Zhenhuan's face was covered with a sack, his hands were tied, and there was more than one person who listened to the chatter. I was stunned in my heart, and when I was hesitating, I had been hit by several boards on my shoulders, back, waist and legs. Suddenly he was in great pain and couldn't stop screaming: "It's me, I'm the second master, don't you let go!" ”

A little guy laughed and said, "Are you the second master?" I'm still your uncle! Now the second master took the second grandmother home, and I don't know how to make love in the room at this time! How could you run out of trouble in the fourth grandmother's room? ”

"I'm really the second master, if you don't believe it, you can take a closer look!" Zhou Zhenhuan said urgently.

"This person is hateful, full of chickens and dogs, and he wants to blame the second master, and beat him hard until he begs for mercy." Another small guy echoed, that is, a stick was hammered down, Zhou Zhenhuan only felt a hard blow on the shoulder, the golden flowers splashed in front of him, and the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't help but scream "sigh" and shout for help.

"This thing is so noisy, so annoying, I have to shut his mouth." Some people were impatient, only listening to the sound of groping, Zhou Zhenhuan's head sack was half open, he was busy talking, and his mouth was stuffed with a pickled thing. I heard a joke again: "How many days have you not washed your socks?" Smoke to death! ”

Only then did Zhou Zhenhuan feel that between his lips and nose was like oil, salt, and soap, stinking, pickled, salty, and disgusting. The mouth is even more vomiting but can't spit it out, it is really impossible to survive, and it is impossible to die.

In just a moment, he had been beaten twenty or thirty times, and he was still writhing and struggling, but now he was like a zombie worm, motionless.

Angry, he vaguely heard the leader of the small man say: "Don't kill him, but we can't tell the truth, but let him succeed, just Sister Bixiu asked her mother-in-law for the kitchen key, let's lock this wicked man in the firewood room first, and tomorrow I will give the eldest lady and the ancestor, and then send it to the government is not too late!" ”

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When Zhou Zhenhuan became conscious, there was no trace of anyone around him.

The hot pain around his body was unbearable, and he moved the two hands behind the reverse scissors, but found that the rope was loose and not tightly tied, and he gritted his teeth and broke free little by little, and then took off the socks in his mouth.

Zhou Zhenhuan struggled to stand up, leaned against the wall to the door, shook the door, only listened to the sound of "clang" shaking, but it was tightly closed, obviously the lock fell from the outside, he listened to the outside, there was no voice, his heart was desperate, and he fell to the bottom of the kitchen in a remote and cold corner of the house, and it was late at night, where would there be half a figure.

Now it is the thick summer, the firewood room is closed, that is, dirty and stuffy and unstoppable, from time to time there are rats "sighing" from the feet to escape, mosquitoes bite in the face, buzzing noise to the sky.

His clothes were wet and dry, dry and soaked, mixed with tearing wounds, and he felt as if he had walked in hell. It was easy to look forward to the time, and the bottom of the door came in with a clear light, and a mother-in-law carried a bucket and muttered "muttering" in her mouth. Standing in front of the door of the firewood room, he felt a bunch of keys on his waist for a long time before opening the door.

Zhou Zhenhuan took advantage of her unpreparedness, walked out of the door from behind the door, endured the pain, and was tired, covering up all the way, dodging and dodging, and finally returned to his own courtyard.

When he lifted the curtain and entered the room, his heart fell, and he breathed a big sigh of relief, and was about to go to bed to rest, but he heard a cold cry from the tent: "Is my husband in my grandmother's room all this night?" Ke'er must not believe it, there is no one who can hear the past now, I am going to find my grandmother. ”

When Zhou Zhenhuan heard the voice, he suddenly forgot about this fierce lady. He thought for a while, and said in a loud voice with a gloomy face: "Last night I went out, and when I was wearing a rockery in the garden, I accidentally fell from it in the dark, and I didn't wake up until I was in a coma. He paused, looked at her and sighed, "You promise to be familiar with women's books, is this your way of being a wife?" ”

Zhang Ke'er was speechless for a while, and the maid Hongshu stepped forward to pick up the gauze tent and put it on the copper hook, and she saw her husband's embarrassed appearance, her clothes were torn, wrinkled, her hair was scattered, her head was swollen, and her scars were full of red spots, which was indeed miserable.

This kind of appearance is definitely not going to be a flower girl or a fan. Zhang Keer only thought that he had wronged him, and hurriedly called the maid to get hot water, brought cotton towels and soap, and took off his clothes and scrubbed with him, but saw that on the back ribs and legs, a green stripe and a purple stripe, and the blood stains oozed from the cracked skin, and the shape was terrifying.

Falling from a hill is not such a scar! After Zhang Keer cleaned up for him, he changed the red book one by one to get the swelling and bruise removal plaster, and applied the medicine for him little by little, while looking carefully, it looked more like he was beaten with a stick. Doubts gradually arose in her heart, and when she looked at this man again, she was already frowning, dizzy and sleepy, so she had to suppress her doubts for the time being!

And Zhou Zhenhuan dreamed at this time, but Shi Shiran returned to the courtyard where Yuqiao was, it was still a beautiful day, he gently pushed the door under the moon, the door was ajar, and he moved into the courtyard, but he saw that the little beauty in his heart was just a few steps away, with spring water in her eyes, pink nose and cherry lips, and her face was charming, smiling at herself! (To be continued.) )