"Jing Guda, you go and fetch the white silk I have stored in the room, and I will be on my way here......" Uma Lama's voice was choked with difficulty.

"Fujin ......"

"Didn't you hear, go get it."

Seeing that the housekeeper Jing Guda looked unbearable, Wuma Lama did not look at him, but urged in a low voice.

Originally, the Uma Lama also wanted to be like the three concubines, let his subordinates do it, and give herself a good time, but she didn't expect that this bowstring would be twisted, so she had to use this alternative.

Jing Guda sighed softly, stomped his foot heavily, and walked out of the room.

After a while, there was a sound of scattered footsteps, and Jing Guda slowly walked into the room with a white silk cloth in his hand.

"Fujin ......"

Jing Guda trembled and held Bai Aya in front of the Uma Lama, but hesitated and didn't know how to give it to her.

However, the Wuma Lama once again showed the strength of the Manchurian woman, she snorted coldly, pulled the white silk from Jing Guda's hand with a big thorn, and threw it towards the beam.

Jing Guda's tears poured out of his eyes at once, and he lowered his head, not daring to see how the Uma Lama had tied up this white silk.

It's just that although the Uma Lama is constantly busy on her hands, her words have also been communicating with Jing Guda intermittently.

"Jing Guda, a few coffins in the backyard are ready, right?"

"Master, the master and the master's longevity utensils are all ready......"

"Okay, when I go, you put the corpses of the master and us separately, and then you go to Prince Su's mansion to submit a letter, and ask him to help release us and bury us outside the city. Then, you take out the last deposit of money in the house, dismiss all the servants in the house, and find a place for yourself to live in peace......"

“…… Well, Fujin, the minion made a note of it. ”

……

After explaining the matters of Jing Guda, the white silk had been tied on the beam of the room, and the knot had been tied underneath, and the cold wind that had seeped into the room blew gently and swayed.

The room was silent, except for the sound of heavy breathing.

Lama took a stool, placed it at the bottom of the white silk knot, and then slowly stood up.

Then, she slowly turned her head and stared at the dead body of Du Du on the sickbed for a long time with an inexplicably complicated look, and her eyes were filled with tears again. After a long time, she gritted her teeth resolutely, and hung her head very slowly on the white silk ring.

Two strings of crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and at the same time, she kicked her feet and knocked down the small stool, and the whole person immediately hung in the air.

At this moment, a low sobbing sound was immediately heard in the room that was originally as quiet as a tomb.

People who commit suicide by hanging beams are actually very painful, because the human body's own gravity is not enough, and it is impossible to hang heavy objects such as stone hammers or iron balls on the feet of the tortured person like the gallows in the West. In contrast, the traditional Chinese hanging beam suicide can only rely on its own gravity, let the rope through the windpipe of the neck, so that the person slowly suffocates to death, this kind of death, is very painful and long.

The Wuma Lama, who committed suicide by hanging from the beam, constantly writhed and struggled on the white silk, his eyes bulged straight out, his tongue drooped longer and longer, and even his lower body was slackened because of the sphincter, which caused feces and urine excrement to leak out, emitting a strange and pungent smell.

It's just that although she is bent on death, she has never been able to get rid of it quickly. Hanging on the white silk, she subconsciously kept struggling, like a fish struggling in a net, her expression was very painful, her face swelled into a terrible blue purple, and her mouth made a faint whining sound intermittently.

Seeing his master so uncomfortable, the housekeeper Jing Guda was very unbearable, he sighed, and finally ignored the defense of men and women and the distinction between master and servant, walked over quickly, hugged the legs of the Uma Lama, who subconsciously kicked in the air, and then pulled down hard.

"Fujin, the slave is here to help you, you don't have to suffer like this......" Jing Guda's eyes blurred with tears and muttered in his mouth.

With Jing Guda's help, the extent of the struggle of the Uma Lama was much less, and finally after about half a pillar of incense, the Uma Lama rolled her eyes, her tongue drooped out, and the corners of her mouth were dripping with blood, and she no longer moved.

"Fujin, you are finally born, go all the way ......"

Seeing that Fujin had finally succeeded in hanging, Jing Guda had tears in his eyes, looked at the corpse of the Wuma Lama who was swinging back and forth in the air and whispered, he called the little servants over, carefully untied the body of the Wuma Lama from the white silk, and then everyone was busy transporting the bodies of Du Du, the Wuma Lama, and the three concubines who were hanged on the ground to the backyard and placed them in the coffin that had been prepared here.

Subsequently, in the middle of the night, Jing Guda took two small servants, went out in a panic, and walked all the way to Prince Su's mansion with great difficulty against the sword-like wind.

On the way, he happened to meet Haoge's guards who were checking the curfew along the street, and were almost arrested as dangerous elements.

The guard who received the report was very surprised, but, because it was the third watch in the middle of the night, the guard considered that all the people in the Anping Baylor Mansion were dead anyway, and Du Du himself was just an idle Baylor with no real power, so if he went to report to Hauge in a hurry because of this, so as to disturb Hauge's rest, it really didn't matter. Therefore, he thought about it for a while, and then asked Jing Guda to go back first, and told him that he would report to Prince Su on his behalf, and asked him to wait for news in the Anping Belle Mansion.

Jing Guda hesitated, but he could only nod in agreement, and then hurriedly turned around and returned with the two little servants.

After patrolling at dawn, the guard led the crowd back to Prince Su's mansion and reported in detail to Haoge, who had just gotten up to wash.

Hauge, who had finally listened to all the reports, suddenly felt an extremely cold chill rushing from the back of his spine to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but shudder all over his body.

I really can't imagine that this Anping Beledudu is so ruthless, after arranging for his three sons to escape from Qingjing, he wants to let a group of wives and concubines be martyred for himself, this person's heart is so fierce and cruel.

It's just that the reason why Du Du did this may also be considering that next, there will be an extremely terrible civil war within the Qing Dynasty that will break out, and he must also be worried that after his death, the wives and concubines are very likely to be difficult to save their lives in this large-scale and bloody civil war, and they will even be tortured and humiliated by the rebels for nothing.

Thinking of this, Hauge's heart was extremely bitter.

He sat on the chair like a log for a long time, the expression on his face was very complicated and strange, and in the end, he didn't say anything, and after a long sigh, he gave a deep order, let the guards lead the way, and he himself immediately went to Anping Baylor Mansion to investigate.

Haoge and his entourage walked carefully on the streets of Shengjing, which was covered with a thin layer of ice, and when they came to the Anping Belle Mansion, the housekeeper Jing Guda was kneeling at the gate of the mansion with a group of servants.

Seeing Hauge coming, the guard pointed to Jingguda, who was kneeling on the ground, and told Hauge that he had come to report last night.

Haoge sighed, slowly walked to Jing Guda, who was kneeling on the ground, and then asked in a deep voice: "Jing Guda, last night, but you reported to the king's guards?" ”

Jing Guda was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "It is the slave, Prince Su, now the coffins of Anping Baylor and all the masters are parked in the backyard, you see......"

Hauge interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and then said in a deep voice, "Okay, no need to say more, you can take me to the backyard to have a look." ”

Jing Guda whispered a promise, then immediately got up, took Haoge and the others, entered the mansion, and walked through the alleys to the backyard.

Seeing the coffins of the five Hessens placed in the backyard, Hauge gasped.

"Prince Su, do you want to examine these corpses?" The guard on the side asked in a low voice.

Hauge thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

He had met Du Du's wife, Uma Lashi, and knew how irritable and tough this uncle's personality was, and it was impossible for Jing Guda and others to plot to kill her and her and her wives and concubines.

Besides, if Jing Guda and the others really had the intention to murder Fujin and the three concubines after Du Du's death, they would have absconded quietly and quietly, how could they come to report the case stupidly.

It's just that, looking at this row of neatly arranged coffins, Hauge felt an indescribable sentimentality in his heart.

Under the heavy blow of the impending civil war, will the fate of the Qing Empire in the future also become a relic of history? That's a bad sign.

At this time, Jing Guda came over with a cautious appearance and reported to Hao Geyu: "Prince Su, Fujin said last night that I hope Prince Su will open the net and let the servants bury the coffins of their masters out of the city, which can be regarded as letting them be buried in the ground." You see......"

Jing Guda paused deliberately, looking nervously at Hauge's expression.

Hauge sighed lightly and replied slowly: "Okay, this king agrees, and then this king will let you go out of the city at the city gate, you are all simple, and quickly take the coffin outside the city for burial." “

"The slave understands, thank you Prince Su."

Jing Guda promised in a low voice, and hurriedly went down to make arrangements.

Not long after, a continuous cry sounded in the Anping Baylor Mansion, and the servants and robes with filial piety scarves on their heads and bodies carried coffins, firecrackers all the way, and paper money, like a gray-black long snake, all the way out of the north gate of Shengjing.

Hauge stood still, watching the funeral procession disappear around the corner before turning away.

After leaving Anping Baylor Mansion, he was in a heavy and depressed mood, and did not return to the mansion directly, but first went to the city wall and inspected the defense along the city wall.

Hauge inspected the city wall for a long time, and only then was he relieved from the depressed state of mind of Du Du's family who committed suicide, and he silently looked at the vast wilderness outside Shengjing City, but his heart was nervously calculating the future scene.

He calculated very clearly, and after these two days, Dolgon estimated that he would lead the army of the Eastern Expedition back to Shengjing the day after tomorrow at the latest, but he didn't know how angry and unwilling this guy would be when he saw that Shengjing City had been firmly occupied by himself.

Hauge raised his head and looked at the sun that had just risen in the sky, and there was an inexplicable sigh in his heart.

Alas, sadly, this Qing Empire, which was originally thriving and full of vitality and like the rising sun, is unfortunately about to weaken and sink rapidly in such a brutal civil war in which swords are rattling and attacking each other.

And after three full hours, Jing Guda and others, who went out of the city for the funeral, finally buried Du Du and his wives and concubines.

Jing Guda is a delicate person, he knows that after this funeral out of the city, if he returns to Shengjing, then it will be difficult for him to leave forever, so when he transported the coffin out of the city, he also quietly brought out the last property in the palace along with the funeral items, and prepared to pay everyone here after the burial.

Now he gathered the people on the spot and made them stand in unison before him.

He looked around, this group of people accompanied by day and night, it can be said that they are familiar with the numb people, Jing Guda has mixed feelings in his heart, and the taste in his heart, how can he say it in one word.

He controlled his emotions for a while, and then said loudly to everyone: "Everyone, now that the Lord has finished his burial, I will be here to follow Fu Jin's last wish and give you severance pay." You can decide for yourself what to do in the future, I don't plan to return to Shengjing, and I am here today to say goodbye to you. “

Listening to Jing Guda's words, everyone was in a commotion, but they quickly quieted down. After all, these days, the news of their dismissal has already reached everyone's ears, so now everyone can be regarded as already prepared.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Jing Guda ordered the silver box to be opened and each person was given silver taels according to the list and share that had been drawn up.

After a short time, the silver taels were distributed, and these people in the Anping Baylor Mansion left in twos and threes, some returned to Shengjing City, and some people left without a trace.

Jing Guda himself took the fifty taels of silver that he had already hidden, and together with the two closest servants, he went all the way to the Hunhe Wharf.

It turned out that he had already made an appointment with Hao Zeren, and after the funeral of the Anping Baylor family in the future, he would quietly take a Tang Army ship and go to Shandong to join Li Xiao like Du Erhu and them.

The wind and sand rose violently, quickly engulfing the figures of the three of them hurrying forward.

When Jing Guda and the others quietly walked towards the Hunhe Wharf, Haoge had been patrolling the city wall for a long time, and was about to leave the city and return to the mansion again, when he suddenly saw from a distance that a black line suddenly appeared on the vast marginal line of Shengjing East, and then the black line became thicker and thicker, and it turned into a large number of cavalry as if by magic, and was hurrying towards Shengjing City.

As the cavalry rushed closer and closer, the guards who were observing with clairvoyant mirrors next to them suddenly screamed loudly: "Prince Su, here are the soldiers and horses with white flags, the leader, Prince Yu Duoduo is also!" “