Immortal of Book and Sword Chapter 59: The old man is **** off
"Master, master." After the sedan chair returned to the gate of the county government, Mrs. Qian immediately got off the sedan chair and ran in while crying.
In the back ya, Ma Zhong's mood is very gloomy and bad. Hearing this crying sound, my brows frowned and he shouted: "What is the name of the ghost, I'm not dead yet."
"Master."
Madam Qian was stunned by Ma Zhong’s expression. She knows how to serve men, knowing that men can’t be offended at this time. A little frightened, but when he thought of the words of the **** general, he gritted his teeth, wiped his tears and said: "Master, it's a disaster, it's really a disaster. I met the **** general and I have a dream."
Madam Qian told Ma Zhong everything in her dream.
The gods are prospering in the country. Ma Zhong himself also goes to worship gods every New Year's holidays. Moreover, he was a bad official, and he was sloppy and damaged a lot of yin virtue.
As the saying goes, don’t do bad things in your life and don’t be afraid of a ghost knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Otherwise, it will be guilty. So after Ma Zhong listened, he was shocked, "Is there such a thing?"
"The concubine heard it very clearly, saying that it is going to be decapitated in seven days, and the soul will introduce the Yin Cao into the 18th floor." Madam Qian panicked and cried.
Ma Zhong's face is dark, and his heart beats faster than when he had sex.
"Wenquxing is down here?"
"It's nothing more than decapitating, but 18 layers of hell?"
The big sweat drained from Ma Zhong's pores and wet his clothes. "Master, master, what should we do?" Ma Zhong's crying voice made Ma Zhong even more irritated.
"Don't cry, let me think about it, my lord." Ma Zhong annoyed, Madam Qian immediately fell silent, but still blinked tears and looked at Ma Zhong eagerly.
Ma Zhong had a splitting headache, fell on the seat, rubbing his temples with his hands to calm the pain. This trick did work, his headache eased, but after his thinking was clear, a little bit of clues were pieced together, which made him feel horrified.
"The Begonia at the Huangshan Poetry Meeting pressed Xuanzhou's talented Liang Sheng. A Taohuanu song was happy and like a fairy. How many people can there be in this class of poetry? It is absolutely possible that he is a star of Wenqu. ."
"At the yamen that day, it was obviously the actor invited by Wu Xiude and I to act, and a framed play was completed. As a result, the actor reversed the confession in the court, and at the same time it fell short. Chen Guhong also got my handle. At that time, I was puzzled. But today, my little concubine encountered such a miracle that the gods entrusted their dreams, and she was a little bit browful. I am afraid that there were also gods entrusted their dreams at that time."
The more I think about it, the more I feel reasonable, the more I think about it, the more I feel terrified, the more I think about it, the more I regret not giving it.
"My old man, I and Wu Xiude are friends, but I am definitely not a good guy who slaps a knife for a friend. I just think of the great cause of the Wu family and such a strong influence, and I only deal with a young scholar. I moved my fingers. . Unexpectedly, the consequences would be so serious. Eighteen layers of hell??? It makes people tremble to think about it."
Ma Zhong's face became paler and paler, pale and blue, and his lips turned purple. He even felt a little eager to move under his crotch because of nervousness. If he hadn't stopped in time, he would have been pissing.
But even so, some urine flows out, making the crotch very uncomfortable.
"Master, what should we do, sir? My concubine is less than twenty years old and still wants to live. I don't even want to go to the Yincao to suffer." Madam Qian couldn't help crying when Ma Zhong was speechless for a long time. .
Ma Zhong's heart became more flustered.
But in a panic, there was a flash of inspiration in Ma Zhong's mind. Thinking of a problem, he hurriedly asked: "Then the **** will tell you to take our lives in seven days?"
"Yes, I said it gave us seven days to deal with the funeral affairs." Madam Qian was in tears, she kept spreading out her sleeves to wipe her tears, and the delicately painted cheeks were already a little painted face.
"Then there will be rescue." Ma Zhong said with a bright eye.
"Is there any help?" Madam Qian had a heartbeat and looked at Ma Zhongdao hopefully.
"Our blasphemy charges are difficult to clean up. If you compare it to a human case, you will be blamed. But isn't there still a saying that there is a crime in the world and the remedy is lighter?" Ma Zhong said, the more he thinks, the more correct he is. , His face regained some rosiness, and his eyes regained their brightness.
"Light betrayal?" Madam Qian's eyes were bright.
"Yes. If we remedy it well, let Wen Quxing take care of him comfortably. Maybe the **** will give us ten years of life. If you don’t add life, maybe you don’t have to go to the Yin Cao. What about the eighteenth hell? Even if you go to the eighteenth hell, maybe you should be less guilty and get a little good treatment?"
Ma Zhong said in one breath.
"Then remedy it, my concubine heard that the duration of the eighteen layers of **** is calculated in a hundred million years. It is as small as tens of billions of years. That day is simply unimaginable. Even if the guilt is reduced by one billion years, it is good."
Madam Qian kept nodding her head and said.
The men and women who were frightened by the gods will pee for a while, and the plan has been decided. But then the trouble also came, how can this be remedied? Madam Qian's shallow knowledge can only look at Ma Zhong with tears in her eyes.
Ma Zhong settled for a while, and then he had a plan. Said to Mrs. Qian: "You send your confidant slave over, and invite Wen Quxing into the city to go up to Zhen Lou."
"I understand, I understand." Madam Qian nodded repeatedly, and went down to deal with it.
Ma Zhong called the maid, put on casual clothes, and prepared an ordinary sedan chair and went out.
The so-called Shangzhenlou is one of the top restaurants in Chengyang County, and its character is not much different from that of Yuelai Hotel. After Ma Zhong came to Chengyang, he and Wu Xiude had dinner here several times, and they were quite familiar with each other.
After coming to the Zhen building, Ma Zhong asked for a private room on the third floor, ordered the best dishes, and waited for Wenquxing to arrive.
Chen Quxiang, inside Wang's house, because of the need ~IndoMTL.com~ Wang Yu lived in Wang's house.
"Quick, work hard." Yuanyuan's hands on his hips, her face fierce. Wang Yu was sweaty and squatted on the ground to wash clothes.
"Our family does not take in people who eat and live for nothing." Yuanyuan said.
Chen Guhong read the book for a while, walked out of the room, and laughed blankly when he saw this scene. For some reason, the little girl Yuanyuan was very harsh towards Wang Yu, even full of hostility.
When Chen Guhong came out, Wang Yu showed a crying expression. She had never had a life here, and she was instructed to be a cow and a horse, as hard as possible.
Chen Guhong also ignored Wang Yu, he had already learned her acting skills once and would not be fooled again.
"My son, but I'm thirsty, do you want to drink tea?" Yuanyuan immediately smiled when Chen Guhong came out, and said diligently.
Chen Guhong shrugged. Is acting a woman's natural skill? He was fierce just now, but now he looks hospitable.
"Somewhat thirsty." But seeing Yuanyuan's large, watery eyes show the expected light, Chen Guhong felt soft and said.
"The maid will go to make tea." Yuanyuan showed a big smile and went down satisfied. A sense of crisis, a sense of crisis. Once Yuanyuan met, she knew that Wang Yu was not a good person, but a fairy.
As a woman's instinct, she felt that if she didn't pinch tighter, this woman would steal the son's heart.
And the son is not tempted by this fairy, Yuanyuan feels very happy.