Zhuang Xun escaped, took the letter of resignation, and couldn't figure out how the Zhenguo Mansion suddenly had a lady, and when he opened the letter, he felt more and more pitiful for Siqin Mi.

The letter accuses her of being infertile, extravagant and wasteful, etc., which is indeed a letter of resignation.

Things go back to the original point, how to transport Si Qinmi's body out of the city, the weight of the coffin, Zhuang Xun's limbs are not diligent, and it is difficult to move it out of the execution ground.

The soldiers were happy to see him busy as if they were having fun, and they were grateful to him for repaying his kindness, but they were also stopped by his colleagues around him, and said tabooly: "This is the daughter of the Siqin family." ”

There is no one to help, most of them are afraid of Siqin Mi's identity, and the other part of the people have a deep hatred for the Siqin family represented by Siqin Mi, they are separated from their wives and relatives because of Siqin Shengjing's treason, and they are willing to see Siqin Mi's body exposed in the city.

Even Zhuang Xun didn't dare to walk alone in the alley again, because he had already been beaten for walking once, but fortunately he ran to the street when he saw that the situation was wrong, and he was punched twice in the back, and he felt a faint pain.

"Tell you to collect the body, tell you to collect the body......" anger transferred to his head.

If it was just a beating, it would be fine, mainly because Shoushan Yu's book wedge was stolen, which was a valuable item, and he regretted it.

Zhuang Xun bought a knife and stayed by the coffin, he was used to it at the moment, but he didn't feel that the execution ground was eerie.

He didn't dare to sleep, the autumn night was cold, the drizzle was raining, and his throat was itchy.

The silent night had more contemplation, why did he work so hard, contrary to everyone, just ignore it, just let her expose the corpse in the wilderness, she may be dreaming in the warm quilt now.

Stroking the cold coffin, he can turn away, he will be able to avoid the cold wind, he will be able to decouple from the traitor's daughter, and he will be able to live in peace.

But Zhuang Xun stood still, and his legs and feet couldn't leave.

A year ago, he traveled over the same weather, and after being hungry for two days, he drank a bowl of hot rice porridge.

That sweetness is difficult for a modern person who is accustomed to three meals to experience.

I used to watch TV soup porridge, and I felt that a little rice paste was called Hanako, why are these people so hypocritical.

But when I was hungry and my eyes were green, I drank hot rice porridge and felt that the beauty who gave porridge was a living bodhisattva.

Reflect on yourself, what you did yesterday was wrong, you should first find a place to park the coffin, not the execution ground, and you can rest, but if you think about it, there will be no one who is willing to park the coffin at home, or the corpse of the daughter of a traitor who is spurned.

Mentally sleepy and physically tired, leaning on the coffin like this, he fell asleep in the autumn rain.

Groggy and his cheeks were hot, someone shook him awake, still yesterday's soldier.

"Wake up, take your broken coffin away, I'm going to ask the prisoner again today." The soldier said viciously.

"I'm sorry, Master Bing, be accommodating, I'll let it go for a while, and pull it out to bury when I find the vehicle." Zhuang Xun felt that his body was hot, and the state of the whole person became sluggish, his body was wet, his brain was groggy, and there was some cracking pain, he was cold, but he still instinctively took out the copper coin from his bag.

"What is accommodating, I said that I want to ask the prisoner here today, what kind of system does the prison officer have to see you put a coffin!" The soldier impatiently shook off Zhuang Xun's hand to hand over the money.

"Then when the morning dawns, I will borrow the cart and pull the coffin away." Zhuang Xun was still humble even if his face was red.

"What are you waiting for! Now, immediately, take your coffin away! Otherwise, don't blame us for being polite. The soldier threatened.

"I understand, I understand, I'll take it right away." Zhuang Xun handed over the money again, more than the last time.

"It's crazy that the daughter of a traitor can also be buried." The soldier took the money, sighed, and then watched Zhuang Xun drag the coffin.

"The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates, and I don't justify her death in law, but as a beneficiary, cough, cough, seeing the benefactor's body exposed in the city, I really can't do it, cough." Zhuang Xun looked at the heavy coffin in distress, there was phlegm in his throat, and the whole person looked sick.

Zhuang Xun looked so confused, dragging the coffin as if he was going to send himself into the coffin, and his words were so beautiful.

The soldier couldn't help but sneer: "You are very kind, in this case, anyway, now that there is no such lady in the Zhenguo Mansion, it is better for you to get married, she is your relative, we can help you transport it to your destination, I am the master, free." ”

"Is that true?" As if grasping the last straw, Zhuang looked at the soldier expectantly.

"Crazy, dare to marry in a yin marriage, aren't you afraid of damaging your longevity?" The soldiers used to look at the madman to see the Zhuang inquiry.

"I turn around like this, and it will damage my longevity even more, as long as you are willing to help me transport the coffin, how can this yin marriage be concluded." laughed to death materialists, afraid of what kind of yin marriage and longevity.

The soldiers led by this time were embarrassed.

"You go and ask Mr. Daoxue, now pull your coffin away." He was a little annoyed.

"Big brother, it means a lot, this little brother is indeed kind." The little brother next to him said pitifully Zhuang inquired.

"Big brother, this pianist is indeed not a thing, but this little brother is quite innocent." There are still some people who support Zhuang Xun's behavior.

"Forget it, you write a marriage letter, and then worship her, even if you are husband and wife, according to the regulations, you pay some money, and we will help you transport it out for burial, one hundred wen, don't feel distressed, use public vehicles to do this, you have to dot the top, and you have to give the brothers below some errands......" The leading soldier had a step down, and his attitude softened slightly.

"Wait, wait, cough cough ......"

The marriage book Zhuang asked not to write, so he wrote two pieces of paper to briefly describe the situation, hoping that the other party would forgive him for his offense, one was put in the coffin, and the other was burned.

Anyway, the worship hall wears no father and no mother, worships heaven and earth, and under the gaze of several soldiers, the coffin is tied with a red rope, and the coffin is led to worship the coffin.

With an excuse, the soldiers also took a hand and helped him load the coffin into the car.

Sitting in the car, I thanked the two soldiers who escorted me.

"Don't blame the boss, his younger brother is a forbidden army, he followed Siqin Shengjing on the expedition, and now his life and death are uncertain, he hates the treason of the Siqin family." A soldier explained.

"If you are there, the soldier can help people, and he is already very grateful, without the permission of the soldier, I don't know what to do with the coffin." Zhuang Xun said gratefully.

"Little brother, you are also a straight person, this money is the last savings of the little brother, I don't want it, give it back to you." The slightly younger soldiers saw Zhuang Xun emptying his money bag.

"Me too, it's not easy for you, little brother, there are many people who have been helped by Si Qinmi, only little brother you are willing to collect her body." The other soldier sighed.

"That's not good, trouble the two of you, it's already difficult to inquire, there is still food left at home, please be sure to accept it." He understands the sophistication of human feelings, and tries his best to discourage them.

The advantage of his understanding of human feelings is that the two of them also work together to help him dig a pit, a pit that houses the coffin, if he digs it alone, it may take a day.

"It's almost time, it's time to behead, and we're going to maintain order." Digging a pit and digging most of it, looking at the sky, the two soldiers said goodbye.

"I'll leave the burial to the inquiry, thank you for the help of the two eldest brothers, and keep the inquiry in mind." Zhuang Xun felt that his head was even more dizzy, and he was tortured by fatigue and illness, but he did not forget to express his gratitude.

Blisters were rubbed out with both hands, and Zhuang Xun continued to move as he watched the soldiers walk away, and he heard the sound of the coffin as he bent down to dig the pit.

Thinking that it was some thief or something, or a homeless man who was not used to him, he grabbed his hoe and climbed to the ground.

With a bloody face and clear eyes, he sat in the coffin, caressing his blood-red neck, and his body looked very stiff.

For a while, Zhuang Xun's mind poured out of thousands of thoughts, and he watched Si Qinmi crawl out of the coffin, stunned on the ground, and the hoe fell off.

"Madam, the purpose of the marriage is to bury you, Wanwang Haihan." Thinking too much, thinking about what I did, I'm sorry that she seems to have a yin marriage without her consent.

"Lang Jun, why is this so." With this sick and dusty look, Si Qinmi felt pity and hugged Zhuang Xun into his arms.