(Today's second chapter is delivered.,Thank you for the reward of "儱裔の儱saint".,Thank you.")

After writing this chapter, I felt very uncomfortable. However, all kinds of ugliness, I wrote it, I'm afraid it's not just in case. In this country where the government is bigger than the sky, the matter of breaking the county order and destroying the door of the mansion, let alone ancient times, even if it is modern, how can it be rare?

Successive generations of peasant uprisings have continued, but there are so many Diao people in China? The Chinese people are the most docile and honest in the world, if the officials do not force the people to rebel, how can the people rebel?

Sorry for that. Ask for a recommendation ticket, this week's recommendation vote is quite miserable...... ）

"You say, Li'er is dead?" [***] grabbed the old woman's arm and asked in a trembling voice.

"It's sir, sir!" The old mother still wanted to say two words of comfort, but before the words came out, her heart was sour, and she cried again: "After the young lady came back, she bathed and changed her clothes, and told the slaves and maids not to disturb her." The slave thought she was sleeping, but there was no movement in the house just now, and the slave was worried, so she broke in and looked, Miss, she had hanged herself! ”

This Miss Li'er's surname is gentle, her temper is excellent, she has never beaten her subordinates, and every time the people who serve in the house make a big disaster, they all come up to her to plead, and the young lady says a few soft words, and it turns a big thing into a small thing.

This kind of surname is naturally liked by everyone, and this old mother thinks that such a good young lady committed suicide for no reason, and it is a burst of sadness.

When [***] rushed to Li'er's boudoir, he found that Mrs. had already gotten the news there, she had lost her daughter in middle age, suffered such a big blow, and was already crying and fainting in pain.

The body had been untied, laid flat on the ground, covered with a white cloth, [***] staggered over, lifted the white cloth, and saw the familiar face of his daughter, but at this time, his face was already blue and black, hideous and terrifying, and two red marks on his neck pierced his eyes.

"My son!" [***] threw himself on the ground, hugged his daughter's corpse and cried.

And at the same time, a thought flashed in his heart, daughter, why did she commit suicide? How much blow does a weak and gentle surname like a daughter have to suffer if she wants to make a decision to commit suicide? Although the past few days are unbearable, but now that I have returned home and is fine, why did my daughter commit suicide?

He suddenly remembered one thing, after his family was arrested, Zhou Cang, the housekeeper of the Zhou Mansion, was once proposed by his daughter for interrogation alone. After her daughter came back, she never cried, laughed, or spoke, but ate and drank water when she was given food, like a doll that had lost its life.

At that time, I was tortured all the time, and I didn't bother to care about this, I just thought that my daughter was frightened, but now it seems that ......

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly burned like fire, he suddenly stood up, his eyes were calm, and he pointed to the person who knelt on the ground and cried in panic: "Except for Wang Ma, give the old man out!" ”

Those subordinates all went out in a panic, only the old mother Wang Ma was there, [***] said coldly: "Wang Ma, you grew up watching the young lady, the old man hopes, what happens next, you don't reveal it to others!" ”

Wang Ma hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes, master!" ”

[***] His eyes were as gloomy as a pool of stagnant water: "Now go and check the body of the young lady, except for the neck, are there any other scars, especially the lower body......"

Wang Ma's eyes straightened all of a sudden, her hands and feet trembled involuntarily, and she looked at [***] with a frightened face and couldn't speak.

[***] turned his back and whispered, "Don't hurry up yet!" ”

Wang Ma sighed, trembling and moved to the side of the young lady's corpse, first folded her hands, confessed, and then began to undress.

[***] turned his back to Wang Ma, listening to the sound of Xi Suosuo, his heart became colder and colder, and he fell into the ice cellar.

I don't know how long it took, Wang's mother's voice came: "Master, Miss, Miss's lower body is red, swollen and torn, and there are dried blood stains inside, and it has not been cleaned......"

[***] only felt that it seemed as if a thunderbolt was exploding in his head, and his eyes were dark, and he couldn't hear what Wang Ma said next.

"Sir, sir! Someone! Someone! ”

Wang Ma saw the old man's mouthful of blood spurting out, and then the whole person fell on her back, and quickly screamed in panic.

"Lang Zhong, how's it going?" Mrs. Zhang looked at the old man with a gray beard with a worried expression.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was still haggard. was first covered by such a severe beating for ten days, and then experienced the tragic blow of her daughter's suicide and her husband's vomiting blood and falling unconscious, and the whole person was almost on the verge of collapse.

A trace of pity flashed in Lao Langzhong's eyes, and he finally shook his head, and Mrs. Zhang's face suddenly turned pale.

Lao Langzhong sighed: "Master Zhang is not young, he was beaten and tortured first, and he was almost exhausted, if he recuperates well, he can be relieved." But after experiencing a great blow, I vomited out, and it was painstaking work. Master Zhang ...... now, alas, madam, you better prepare for the future......"

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, her body softened, and her eyes fell to the ground with a blank look.

That night, [***] died.

In the early morning, the people found that the lady had hanged herself behind the mourning hall.

In the afternoon of the same day, when Zhang Geng came back with a large group of people and horses beaming, what he saw was a snow-white vegetarian ......

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"My lord, Li Zhixian came to visit, can you see it?" Zhou Xingbo got up early in the morning, put on his official uniform under the service of the maid, and after eating, he was ready to leave. At this time, the housekeeper Zhou Cang came to report.

Lord Zhou yawned and frowned, in normal times, he would not have done anything like this, but the great cause of making money is more important than everything, and if he goes one step later, there will be no change, so Lord Zhou endured the temptation of the fat powder pile and worked hard to get up from the big bed.

He sat on the Taishi chair, squinting, and the bewitching posture of the seventeenth concubine in Xinna's room on the bed still came to his mind. The pink legs and jade stocks, the chest can be grasped, the slender waist, and the holy place as tight as chicken intestines, so that Lord Zhou still can't help but move when he thinks about it now.

Lord Zhou is also a dignified second-class jinshi, conceited and famous, has been an official for more than 20 years, and has made a lot of money, and the concubines naturally have not paid less to the family.

This Xinna Xiaoxing is also a famous person, he was born in Yangzhou with a thin horse, and he is also famous in Qinhuai. Later, this famous person fell in love with a public security talent, and despite the fact that the talent was just a down-and-out talent at the time, he redeemed himself and married this talent. Then he used his life savings to fund his scientific expedition, open up the joints, and visit the master in the same year. This Xiucai is also a really talented learner, first won the promotion of the political envoy of Huguangbu, and then ranked seventeenth in the middle and high school second-class jinshi in the forty-ninth year of Zhengde's examination.

If nothing else, this is the bright future of iron fighting!

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