After eighty marriages

In the Fuzhou General's Mansion, Zhang Qingqing seemed to be a little uneasy, it was dinner time, the food on the table was very rich, but she didn't seem to have any appetite at all, the chopsticks in her hand were raised high, but she couldn't fall, she turned her head to look at the night outside the window, her face couldn't help but turn a little whiter, and the chopsticks fell to the ground unconsciously. Dongmei, who was behind her, saw Zhang Qingqing's listless look, hurriedly stepped forward, helped her get a pair of chopsticks, and said to Zhang Qingqing: "Miss, you better eat two bites, you haven't eaten much at noon." Zhang Qingqing sighed low and said softly: "Sort of, it's better not to eat." ”

Seeing Zhang Qingqing like this, Dongmei is a little inexplicable: since Zhang Qingqing got married, Zhou Yuanhong still loves her very much, and the food and clothes are very exquisite, although Zhou Yuanhong is five big and three thick, black and fat, but he still likes Zhang Qingqing's eyes very much, I don't know why Zhang Qingqing is always depressed, she suddenly remembered that Zhang Hansheng called her aside alone before she got married, and said to her seriously, look at Miss, beware of Zhou Yuanhong There is anything strange, her heart is inexplicably tight, There are too many strange things about this marriage, but her old son and mother are in Zhang Hansheng's hands, she has to listen to whatever he says, I hope that Zhang Hansheng can open up after this mission and let her and her family leave.

Time passed little by little, Zhang Qingqing was a little restless in the bedroom, the room was still full of joy, the big word of happiness was pasted on the window, and the bed was also a ball of blood red, she calculated the time, and the kimono lay on the bed, wrapped the blanket tightly around her body, and blew out the candles, the room was dark, and she felt a burst of peace of mind. She couldn't stop praying in her heart: I hope Zhou Yuanhong won't go back to the room tonight to rest.

But it didn't take long for her to hear heavy footsteps outside the door, her heart sank, and boundless fear hit her, and then she heard a "bang" The door was opened, the fire was lit, the candle was lit, and Zhou Yuanhong's drunken voice rang out: "Why the hell did you sleep so early?" ”

Then there was the sound of him tearing his clothes, Zhang Qingqing's body couldn't help shaking, it didn't take too long, the blanket rolled up on her body was torn apart, she only felt that there was the light of a candle in front of her, she opened her eyes in horror, only Zhou Yuanhong was stripped naked, holding a candle in his hand, his eyes were full of obscene smiles, as if he wanted to swallow her, she couldn't help but clench her arms and curl up her body. Zhou Yuanhong saw Zhang Qingqing's white face under the light, looking pitiful, and the lust in his chest was even stronger, he pushed the candle on the table, pulled Zhang Qingqing over, and went to pick up her clothes, Zhang Qingqing couldn't help but struggle, unwilling to give in, but how could she resist Zhou Yuanhong, without much effort, her clothes were torn apart, Zhang Qingqing desperately kicked Zhou Yuanhong with his feet, Zhou Yuanhong laughed, grabbed her feet, salivated and kissed her, and said with wine in her mouth: "Lady, it turns out that you like this tune." As soon as she tore at the sound, her clothes were torn, Zhang Qingqing continued to struggle, and Zhou Yuanhong took advantage of the wine to tie up her hands and feet with torn clothes, and then gnawed on her. Zhang Qingqing's tears gushed out, and the pillow was wet after a while, and Zhou Yuanhong didn't care about her crying pitifully, turned her over, and moved on her.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Yuanhong finally had his fun, he didn't care that Zhang Qingqing's hands and feet were tied, and he fell asleep upside down, Zhang Qingqing was ashamed, and he couldn't wait to pass out, she was a flower-like person, she had never been treated like this, but Zhou Yuanhong was born in the army, he was a rough man, and he usually talked nonsense with the soldiers, how could he take into account Zhang Qingqing's feelings? Zhang Qingqing cried for half the night, and she didn't see any movement from Zhou Yuanhong, but she was snoring loudly, her eyes were red and swollen, looking at the tearful candle, she couldn't help thinking: If I listened to Wang Zhiyang's words that day, I really had to go with him, would it be better now? I thought that my heart was like ashes, but how did I expect that life would be worse than death?

It turns out that no matter how profound the Buddhist scriptures are, they can't save a heart full of holes.

It turns out that no matter how rich and noble a life is, you can't exchange it for your willingness.

Brother Yang, I already regret it, but my body has been defeated, and I will have the face to appear in front of you again? How should we live this day?

She cried for half the night, and finally fell asleep, and when she woke up the next day, it was already dawn, Zhou Yuanhong had gotten up and gone out, and her tied hands and feet were also loosened, presumably Zhou Yuanhong loosened the tie for himself when he got up. She saw that her wrists, ankles and ankles were all traced, and her body was also blue and purple, and suddenly she felt that life was boring, and it seemed that there was no nostalgia in this world.

Maybe death is a relief, she suddenly thought of a sentence in the Buddhist scriptures:

"May when I attain Bodhi in the next life, my body will be like glass, clear inside and out, pure and unblemished; The light is vast, the merit is towering, the body is good and settled, and the flame net is more solemn than the sun and the moon; The sentient beings of the underworld are enlightened, and they do whatever they want. ”

This life is over, married and married, and the kindness of nurturing has also been repaid, Wang Zhiyang has also been negative, and he has a deep love for himself in vain, hoping that in the next life, she will be clean and free to come and go.

As soon as this thought came out, as if death was her best choice at the moment, and at the same time gave her strength, she got up, got dressed, dressed up in the mirror, saw the face in the mirror as delicate as a flower, and suddenly felt that this decision was correct, she smiled at the mirror, stood up, twisted the torn clothes into a rope, and then threw it on the beam, stepped on the stool herself, put her neck inside, kicked her foot, she felt that her neck was strangled tightly, and she was about to breathe, Her eyes gradually darkened, but there was a hint of relief in her heart. At this life-and-death juncture, Dongmei ran over, it turned out that she saw that Zhang Qingqing had not gotten up for a long time, it was not her usual habit, so she was extra careful, she was a person who practiced martial arts, her ears and eyes were clear, she heard a stool inside, and immediately rushed in, and saw Zhang Qingqing hanging on the beam, her tongue was about to stick out, so she quickly picked up Zhang Qingqing's legs and saved her. She put Zhang Qingqing on the bed, stretched out her hand to try her snort, felt that her hand was warm, and knew that there was still breathing, so her heart was a little more settled. At this moment, Zhou Yuanhong went back to the house to get something, and when he saw Dongmei's panicked appearance, and saw a rope hanging on the beam, he didn't know what was going on. He looked at Dongmei with pity, and Dongmei hurriedly shook her head, indicating that Zhang Qingqing was still alive. Zhou Yuanhong's face looked better, he motioned for Dongmei to leave the room, Dongmei didn't dare not listen, looked at Zhang Qingqing worriedly, and walked out of the room. Zhang Qingqing was rescued by Dongmei, and her consciousness gradually recovered, Zhou Hongyuan saw that her eyes gradually opened, thought about it for a while, walked over and looked at her and said: "Do you think I don't look very good-looking, I don't look good as those little white faces, so I want to seek death and life, but you can't die now, your father and I have not completed the transaction, and the two of us are grasshoppers on a rope." When Lao Tzu married you, he heard that your father doted on you very much, so that the relationship between us would be stronger. After finishing speaking, he said lightly: "If you don't want to sleep with me, you don't have to do this kind of thing, you are like a dead fish in bed, how can it be interesting, it's a big deal that I don't get close to you, otherwise, my father-in-law who is about to ascend the throne knows and doesn't fight with me." With that, he snorted and turned to leave the room.

Zhang Qingqing heard him say that he was not presentable, his face was red with shame, and he heard him say inexplicably, I don't know what he meant, and when he left, as soon as his eyes were closed, big tears fell.

She was in pain here, but Zhang Hansheng was in a smooth mood in Quanzhou, although he was startled by Ding Si that night, but in the end he was able to retreat. After coming back, he immediately drew up an excerpt with Wu Hai, and quickly sent it to the capital, and Wu Hai wrote another affectionate letter to his brother-in-law in the capital, and let people take it back together. After Zhang Hansheng did all this, he counted the time with his fingers, and said goodbye to Zhang Hansheng proudly, but walked to a secret place in the yamen, which was heavily guarded, it turned out to be a private prison he prepared, he bowed his head and walked into the cell, it was dark inside, the messenger in front of him held a torch to illuminate him, and in a cell inside, Wang Zhiyang was handcuffed and shackled, was hung in the air, and his clothes were firmly glued to blood, and he was so thin that he was not human. Zhang Hansheng took the torch from the officer's hand, approached Wang Zhiyang, and said fiercely: "The surname Wang, you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and you dare to seduce my daughter, saying, did you steal the big seal in my house?" ”

Wang Zhiyang couldn't speak, seeing that he was dying, Zhang Hansheng's eyes widened and he looked at him and said: "The surname Wang, I let you not survive, you can't die, you are handsome, I will scratch your face, pick your tendons and tendons, cut your tongue, and throw you on the street, see what else do you rely on to tempt Qingqing?" ”

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