"Master, master." After the sedan chair returned to the gate of the county government office, Madam Qian immediately got out of the sedan chair, and ran in while crying.
In the Houyamen, Ma Zhong was in a very gloomy mood, which was not good. Hearing this mournful voice, he frowned wildly and shouted: "What's the name of the ghost? I'm not dead yet."
"master."
Mrs. Qian was taken aback by Ma Zhong's expression. She knew how to serve men, and she knew that men should not be messed with at this time. I was a little scared, but when I thought of the words of the general, I gritted my teeth, wiped my tears and said: "Master, it's a disaster, it's really a disaster. I met the general in a dream."
Madam Qian told Ma Zhong everything in her dream.
In the country of Tianyun, Shinto flourishes. Ma Zhong himself also goes to worship the gods during the festivals. Moreover, he was not an upright official, and he was so dirty that he damaged a lot of morality.
As the saying goes, don't do bad things in your life, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. On the contrary, you will feel guilty. So after hearing this, Ma Zhong was shocked, "Is there such a thing?"
"My concubine heard it very clearly. She said that she will be decapitated in seven days, and her soul will be introduced into the underworld to enter the eighteenth floor." Madam Qian panicked and cried.
Ma Zhong's face turned dark, and his heart beat faster than when he had sex.
"Wenquxing descends to earth?"
"Decapitation is fine, and the eighteenth level of hell?"
Dou Da's sweat drained from Ma Zhong's pores, soaking his clothes. "Master, master, what should we do?" Madam Qian's weeping voice made Ma Zhong even more irritable.
"Stop crying, let me think about it, sir." Ma Zhong said annoyedly, Madam Qian immediately fell silent, but tears were still falling, and she looked at Ma Zhong eagerly.
Ma Zhong had a splitting headache and sat down on the seat, rubbing his temples with his hands to calm down the pain. This trick really worked, and his headache eased, but after thinking clearly, a little bit of clues were pieced together, which made him feel terrified.
"The Begonia at the Huangshan Poetry Fair overwhelmed Liang Sheng, a talented scholar in Xuanzhou. A Peach Blossom Temple song was as happy as a fairy. How many people are there in the world with such a poetic talent? It is absolutely possible to say that he is a Wenqu star."
"At the yamen that day, Wu Xiude and I invited an actor to act in a play, and a framed scene was performed. As a result, the actor retracted his confession in court, and at the same time, he fell short. He also let Chen Guhong get a handle on me. At that time, I I can't figure it out. But today my little concubine encountered such a miracle that the gods conjure dreams, so I have some clues. I am afraid that there were also gods conceived dreams at that time."
The more I think about it, the more I feel it makes sense, the more I think about it, the more I feel horrified, and the more I think about it, the more I regret not giving it away.
"Old man, although Wu Xiude and I are friends, but I am definitely not a good guy who sticks swords on both sides of a friend. I just thought that the Wu family is so big and powerful, and they are only dealing with a small scholar. I moved my fingers. I didn't expect , I didn't expect the consequences to be so serious. Eighteen layers of hell? Thinking about it makes people tremble."
Ma Zhong's face became paler and paler, his lips turned purple, and he even felt that his crotch was about to move because of nervousness. If he hadn't stopped it in time, he would have died long ago.
But even so, some urine flowed out, and the inside of the crotch was very uncomfortable.
"Master, what should we do, master? My concubine is not yet twenty years old, and I still want to live. I don't even want to go to that underworld to suffer." Madam Qian couldn't help crying when she saw that Ma Zhong was speechless for a long time.
Ma Zhong's heart became more and more flustered.
But in the panic, Ma Zhong had a flash of inspiration in his mind. Thinking of a problem, he hurriedly asked: "Did the god general tell you to take our lives in seven days?"
"That's right, they said they would give us seven days to deal with the funeral affairs." Madam Qian was tearful, and kept wiping away her tears with her sleeves. Her delicately painted cheeks were already pretty.
"Then there is still salvation." Ma Zhong said with his eyes brightened.
"Is there help?" Madam Qian's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Ma Zhong expectantly and said.
"Our charge of blasphemy is difficult to clear. If it is compared to a human case, it is inevitable. But isn't there still a saying in the world that people should be punished for crimes and meritorious deeds?" Ma Zhong said, the more he thought about it, the more he was right. Some of the rosiness returned to her face, and her eyes regained their brightness.
"Treason?" Madam Qian's eyes brightened.
"That's right. If we do a good job of remedial work, we can serve Wenquxing comfortably. Maybe the god will add ten years of life to us. Taking a step back, even if we don't add life, maybe we don't have to go to the underworld if we enter the underworld." What about the first level of hell? Even if you go to the eighteenth level of hell, maybe the crime will be lighter and you will get a little better treatment?"
Ma Zhong said in one breath.
"Then it will be remedied. I heard that the duration of the eighteen hells is calculated in billions of years. It can be as little as tens of billions of years. That day is unimaginable. It would be good to reduce the guilt of a billion years."
Madam Qian kept nodding her head and said.
The men and women who were scared to pee by the gods made a plan after a while, and the plan was made. But then troubles also came, how to remedy this? Madam Qian had little knowledge, so she could only look at Ma Zhong with tears in her eyes.
Ma Zhong calmed down a little, and then he had a plan. He said to Mrs. Qian: "You send your confidant servants over there, and invite Wen Quxing to go to Zhenlou in the city to meet him."
"Understood, I understand." Madam Qian nodded repeatedly and went down to deal with it.
Ma Zhong called his servant, put on his casual clothes, prepared an ordinary sedan chair and went out.
The so-called Shangzhen Tower is one of the top restaurants in Chengyang County, and its character is not much different from Yuelai Hotel. After Ma Zhong came to Chengyang, he had dinner here several times with Wu Xiude, so they were quite familiar with each other.
After arriving at Shangzhen Tower, Ma Zhong asked for a private room on the third floor, ordered the best dishes, and waited for Wenquxing to arrive.
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Chenqu Lane, inside Wang's house, Wang Yu lived in Wang's house because it was needed.
"Quick, work quickly." Yuanyuan put her hands on her hips, with a fierce look on her face. Wang Yu was sweating, squatting on the ground to wash clothes.
"Our family does not accept people who live for free," Yuanyuan said.
Chen Guhong read for a while, walked out of the room, and laughed dumbfounded when he saw this scene. For some reason, the little girl Yuanyuan was very strict with Wang Yu, even full of hostility.
Seeing Chen Guhong coming out, Wang Yu showed a weeping expression. She had never had a safe life living here, and was commanded to be a cow and a horse.
Chen Guhong also ignored Wang Yu, he had already experienced her acting skills once, and he would not be fooled again.
"My lord, I'm thirsty, do you want some tea?" Yuanyuan smiled when she saw Chen Guhong coming out, and said courteously.
Chen Guhong shrugged. Is acting a natural skill for women? He was fierce just now, but now he is courteous.
"I'm a little thirsty." But looking at Yuanyuan's big watery eyes with anticipation, Chen Guhong's heart softened and he said.
"The servant girl is going to make tea now." Yuanyuan showed a big smile and went down contentedly. A sense of crisis, a sense of crisis. As soon as Yuanyuan met, she knew that Wang Yu was not a good person, but a goblin.
As a woman's intuition, she felt that if she didn't pinch her tighter, this woman would steal the young master's heart.
And the young master was not tempted by this goblin, Yuanyuan felt quite happy.