Chapter 41: Exhuming the Grave

"Grapevine, grapevine."

Zhao Yunsheng said playfully, her eyes quietly staring at the two plates of pastries on the small table.

Golden silk jujube mud cake, white jade frost square cake, and a bowl of osmanthus almond cheese that has not been touched.

It's all her favorite food!

I couldn't turn my eyes anymore, and asked softly.

"Your Highness also likes to eat these sweets?"

"General."

The thin lips pursed slightly, and the eyes were full of tenderness, but when Zhao Yunsheng turned his head to look at him, he restrained everything.

"That..."

"Do you like it?"

"Also... Also so-so. ”

knew what Zhao Yunsheng meant, but deliberately did not answer.

Zhao Yunsheng couldn't help but be a little annoyed, hugged his arms angrily, and stopped talking.

After all, with her current status of money, it is indeed difficult to eat these sweets.

It is the plate of golden silk jujube mud cake, which she used to love to eat the most, which is made of bird's nest silk wrapped in thick jujube paste, and ordinary people can't afford to eat it at all.

What used to be readily available is now out of reach.

It's okay if you can't see it, but now you can't touch it in front of you, it's more sad.

Wei Jinyan couldn't help but laugh, don't really make people angry, said.

"Eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"It's all for me, don't waste it."

"That's what you begged me to eat, but I wasn't greedy."

Pursing his red lips, Naqiao was only for a moment, and then he smiled and pinched a piece of golden silk jujube cake, and narrowed his eyes happily.

"That's what it smells like..."

For a moment, his eyes were slightly misty, and he wanted to cry.

Thinking of the years when she was locked in a dark room and tortured by constant blood drawings, it was those beautiful memories that supported her day after day, until she was squeezed out of all her value, was dug out of her heart and bones, and died with hatred...

"Take me somewhere."

The carriage was in a trance, and it took a while before stopping, Wei Jinyan lifted the curtain, and saw that the mansion not far away was hung high with white silk, and no one mourned at the door, only the cry shook the sky.

At this time, before Pang Yi was convicted, everyone avoided it and would not come to the door to offer condolences at all.

After a short time, a group of officers and soldiers came together and surrounded the Pang Mansion, just like the Dong Mansion was surrounded in the past, and after a short time, the house was raided and questioned, and all the men were arrested, or they were sent to prison for the crime, or they were sent to the frontier, and they set off immediately.

Pang Xiangdong was escorted out in filial piety clothes, crying and muttering.

"My father is the commander of the military department, and his bones are not cold yet, at least let my father be buried in the ground! Is this how heroes are treated? Mother... Mother... Save me... Help me..."

The wealthy and noble sons of the past, how can there be the old scenery at this time, and they were escorted by officers and soldiers and put on shackles, the rice paper eunuch said.

"Pang Gongzi, with the crime of a huge person, Your Majesty did not involve you and others, but just sent the men to the frontier, and the female dependents were driven out of the mansion and deprived of the title, which is already the emperor's grace, and he is extraordinarily gracious, and he still doesn't thank His Majesty?"

Cao Yinde lowered his voice and said.

"Little Master Pang, you still need to remember Zhou Shoufu's grace of interceding in front of His Majesty."

After that, Cao Yinde waved his hand, and all the men were detained.

The female dependents were given half an hour to pack their bags, but before going out, they had to remove the hairpin ring and search carefully before leaving the house.

Zhao Yunsheng coldly watched the former noble mansion become a prisoner in an instant, and he was not sad or compassionate.

It's just that he copied the family property, and he is still alive, which is really nothing compared to the previous Shi Dong family.

"Satisfied?"

"What am I satisfied with, isn't this what he deserves?"

She regretted it a little now, it was too cheap for him to die, and she should let him live, to live to see everything she had worked so hard to get ruined, to watch him be dragged from high above into hell, and then to trample on his pride and dignity.

It's too cheap for him to die like that. If he hadn't intervened himself, probably under the arrangement of Wei Jinyan, the Marquis of Zhengyuan, Pang Yi's ending would have been like that.

Wei Jinyan asked.

"You're right, so, what else is there to do to vent your hatred?"

Zhao Yunsheng was stunned for a moment and said unexpectedly.

"May I?"

"As long as you want."

Outside the carriage, Jun Rong, who was guarding, suddenly saw that the curtain of the carriage was opened, Wei Jinyan got out of the carriage first, and when Zhao Yunsheng was about to jump out of the carriage, she reached out to help her, she naturally held his hand and went down.

However, Jun Rong's eyes widened in astonishment, and his mouth opened slightly, the Hou Ye has been too unpredictable for him recently, and he has been so tolerant of a woman who has only seen the third side? Is it really the beginning of love?

However, what surprised Jun Rong even more was still to come.

After a short time, the Pang Mansion was cleaned up, and the ladies pulled a cart with a coffin on it, crying all the way to the outside of the city.

Mrs. Pang held the tablet, Mrs. Pang fainted twice, and woke up by pinching people, and at this moment was supported by the maids and walked out of the city.

Traveled all the way to the place where the bones were buried in the green mountains outside the city, dug a pit, and buried the people hastily, without even having time to erect a monument.

The women wept and wept for a while before leaving, leaving only a bulging mountain bag, which looked particularly sad.

Zhao Yunsheng carried a shovel and stepped forward to dig, but was stopped by Wei Jinyan.

"These jobs should not be done by women."

After that, she took the shovel in Zhao Yunsheng's hand, and just when she thought that Wei Jinyan would dig a grave, she suddenly saw that his palm had condensed internal force, and then slapped it towards the dirt bag.

With a "boom...", the earthen bag exploded in an instant, revealing the coffin hidden by the dirt inside.

"Hou, Master Hou, everyone is dead, do you still have to dig graves?"

Jun Rong stumbled and asked, what a big hatred this must be.

Wei Jinyan looked at Zhao Yunsheng, and almost wrote "It's good if she's happy".

"Miss Zhao..."

"Open the coffin."

"Really open?"

You won't have to whip the corpse, will you?

Zhao Yunsheng was silent, and Jun Rong looked at Wei Jinyan in embarrassment.

No, digging graves and exhuming corpses, miserable, inhumane, miserable... No, Master Hou, are you indulged in this? It's so lawless!

"Want me to do it myself?"

"No, no, it's subordinate."

Jun Rong opened the coffin, and silently recited in his heart, "See the coffin and get rich, see the coffin and get rich, there is a debtor and a master, it's not that I want to dig your grave and open your coffin, if you want to blame, blame it... can't blame Hou Ye, blame that female rakshasa is all her idea. ”

In the coffin, the corpse lay quietly in it, pale and lifeless, and the dead could no longer die.

Zhao Yunsheng jumped off the dirt pit, his eyes burning with hatred, and said.

"I'll do the rest."

Cutting off Pang Yi's head, she didn't want to fake her hands.

After that, the dust fell from her sleeves, the cold light suddenly appeared, the knife fell in her hand, Pang Yi's corpse was separated, she didn't even blink her eyes, and she didn't shy away from putting his head in the black bag...