Chapter 46 Prosperity of the Great Heng

The screams, from panic to sadness, and finally only a stalk remained. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fang Hongwen has nothing, the only flesh and bones are buried in the loess mound, and his wife, who has spent many years together in the wind and rain, has no breath. Should such a person count every day and night for the rest of his life and look forward to death?

He suddenly remembered that the seller's father often touched his head when he was young, remembered that his wife broke the porcelain bowl and hid in the house when he first got married, and remembered Fang Hui, who refused to stay at home with a ring ruler and had frostbite on his hands in the goose feather snow.

Seven days ago, it was the white-haired people who sent the black-haired people, and now the white-haired and black-haired people are gathering under the nine springs.

Fang Hongwen stretched his neck into the rope loop, his body trembling with fear, but he actually had a happy smile on his face.

He looked at his wife's face and said, "I'm coming for you." ”

He kicked his chair away with his feet. After losing the support point, the rope is wrapped around the neck. The thick rope hung his whole body in the air, and his Adam's apple was pressed by the rope, and he gasped and instinctively stretched out his tongue. He struggled, he escaped, he was in pain.

Fang Hongwen died, leaving only the body hanging in the air.

After a long time, Chen Baichuan pushed the door open, his expression was very cold.

He took Fang Hongwen's body down and carefully combed every strand of hair that had fallen out of his struggle. Fang Hongwen's expression was very hideous, so he took a white cloth and covered his face.

Placing the two corpses in the middle of the hall, Chen Baichuan knelt down in front of the second elder of the Fang family.

After kowtowing three heads quietly and doing these things quietly, Chen Baichuan took a deep breath.

He was scared and shocked.

After calming down the fluctuations in his emotions, he said to himself: "Although Da Heng doesn't have the first seven words, Fang Hui's soul will still return home." He would be very sad to see this scene. ”

After standing in a daze for a long time, he smiled and said, "Blood debt and blood repayment." ”

Turning around and leaving the ordinary alley, Chen Baichuan became unusual.

The mild-mannered young man is spreading his fangs.

"Let's go." Chen Baichuan said to the sedan chair man.

The boy who usually smiled was covered with frost at this time. In contrast, it highlights Chen Baichuan's poor mood at the moment.

Now is obviously not the time to speak, everyone got into the sedan chair.

I changed my mood, and the scenery that caught my eye became different. I used to think it was pleasing to the eye, but now I feel very boring.

Chen Baichuan simply didn't look at it, and stuck his head back into the sedan chair.

The old man Zhan in front of him may also feel bored and sang a little tune.

The minor key is tactful, and it sounds pleasant.

It seems that as long as Old Man Zhan doesn't speak, it's still fine.

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Suburbs.

The craftsmen and eunuchs secretly cursed in their hearts, what kind of bastard things they were doing.

Since the founding of Daheng, every time the ancestors are worshipped on the day of worship, it is the ancestors. Those who work have the experience passed down from their fathers and are very handy in their work. Now he suddenly said that he was going to sacrifice to the sky, and he didn't prepare for it in a few days, because he wanted to exhaust them.

Of course, if they knew that the sacrifice to the heavens was an order given by Emperor Qinghua himself, maybe they would not dare to complain. I heard my mother-in-law say that Emperor Qinghua is the son of heaven and is blessed by God. If they dare to scold the son of heaven, maybe God will send a big flood to wash them all away.

Although there are broken thoughts in my heart, I dare not be vague in my hands.

While the craftsmen were in full swing, two men dressed as guards shuttled through the shade in the mountains and forests not far from them on the outskirts of the city.

The men stopped in a wide clearing.

The black-faced man among the two said with a big grin: "I don't know what the prince asked our brothers to carry this big wooden barrel to do here!" I have to wait for him to send someone over to light the fire, Lao Tzu still thinks that he can go with his old man to see the ancestors, who knows that he is here to do this brainless errand, what kind of bird thing is this? ”

The other man had a pointed beak and cheeks, small eyes squinted, and a thin face that looked a little treacherous.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Dead black pig, how many times have I told you to keep your mouth clean, and you still dare to arrange the prince here, so you are not afraid that I will sue?" ”

The black-faced man touched his sweat-soaked head and smirked: "Hehe, I've been friends with you for three and a half years, and you kid dared to sue because his conscience was bitten by a dog." ”

"I think that this time I was sent to do hard work, which was caused by the last time you secretly chewed the root of the princess's tongue."

"But what kind of son did enter the princess's room."

The monkey-faced thin man's eyes widened, and he said sharply: "You have a lot of mouths!" This matter has long been told to you that you must not mention it again, do you dare to talk more? I think I'll have to accompany you to your life sooner or later. ”

"Hee-hee, don't say it, don't say it."

Although the black-faced man didn't care at all, he also knew that Monkey San was clever, and what he said was right.

After not speaking for a long time, the black-faced man pushed Monkey San's shoulder and asked, "Hey, why didn't you say that the old dog was sent together?" ”

The monkey-faced thin man lay on the ground covered with fallen leaves, stretched his waist comfortably, and closed his eyes unconsciously.

"I don't know, I don't know."

When the monkey three closed his eyes, the craftsmen on the ancestor worship platform were also busy.

One by one, they happily went to collect their wages, and some old silver worms had already calculated in their minds which brothel to go to tonight to sleep with their mother-in-law in their arms.

This group of craftsmen are all foreigners, after all, the people of Daheng have to worship their ancestors today. The household gritted his teeth and doubled his salary, and few people were willing to help today.

The eunuchs were busy arranging the sacrificial supplies on the altar, and the palace maids were eager to wipe the ancestral altar with a rag to make it as bright as a bronze mirror.

At the same time, most of the people in the imperial capital have finished worshipping their ancestors and can go out to pay homage to Emperor Heng.

The bronze and black lacquer door of the imperial palace slowly opened in the eyes of the people.

After the gate was opened, a column of guards came out and lined up in a phalanx to open the way in front. The ministers were followed by the sedan cars, and the ministers were allowed to ride today.

At this time, from the color of the sedan chair, you can see the level of grace and official position.

The roof of the high-ranking official sedan is silver, and the roof of the small official sedan can only be made of tin. The old man sitting in the red sedan chair is definitely more noble than the identity in the green sedan chair. Anyway, officialdom, Vanity Fair, is particular everywhere.

However, the people of the imperial capital have long been raised with high vision, high-ranking officials, see you every day.

The huge imperial capital has three palanquins that can attract their attention.

"Look, it's the purple carved unicorn gold-topped sedan chair side by side with the prince, it really deserves to be the person who stands side by side with His Majesty, and the identity of this sedan chair can be seen by the royal gift."

This is a businessman who dreams of making a fortune.

"A layman is a layman. The prince's black wood moon white bead curtain is worth seeing every year, the material is not noble, but it is rare to be elegant and atmospheric. ”

This is a scholar who pursues high school.

Two of the three sedan chairs came out, and the last one naturally belonged to the Holy Martial Shengwei Emperor Heng Qinghua.

"Look, it's Your Majesty's purple-gold hollow unicorn sedan chair."

The audience knelt down and shouted in unison.

"See His Majesty the Holy Martial Saint Might, Emperor Heng Qinghua."

"See His Majesty the Holy Martial Saint Might, Emperor Heng Qinghua."

"See His Majesty the Holy Martial Saint Might, Emperor Heng Qinghua."

The three shouts of the crowd of people, like the roar of the waves, resounded through the sky.

Huang Qinghua hooked the corners of his mouth after a long absence, what he did was for this situation.

You see, the prosperity of Daheng is just around the corner.

And this prosperous era belongs to me.

"My people, flat."