A month and a half ago…
Qiu Tingsheng is sixty-two this year.
When he was young, he repaired his credentials in the cabinet, and after resigning from his old age, he was warmly invited by his old friends, so he came out to take over the post of president of Sheng Academy.
It has been six or seven years since I held this position. Although he looks old, his body is much tougher than his peers.
Qiu Mansion was built in Shangyuan Street, Xicheng District. The family has been in business for several generations. There are seven or eight brothers and sisters, and only three inherit the ancestral business, so the family is very wealthy and wealthy.
The entire base is large in scale, with red walls and green tiles, eaves and bucket arches, seven or eight built-in courtyards, rockeries, ponds, forests, flowerbeds and vegetable gardens.
In fact, he could have been the richest son of a lifetime.
Only because the late emperor came to power and implemented reforms, merchants could also be admitted to official positions.
In the ninth year of Yuan She, that is, eight years ago, the first emperor passed away, and the prince came to power, that is, the current emperor. Since then, he and a group of colleagues have resigned and returned to their hometown to live a rich and rich life.
There are many children and grandchildren, and Cheng Huan is under his knees. Now that Lin Lao has taken up the post of dean again, it can be said that he has no regrets in his life.
Who would have thought that at this time, a sudden trouble would find him quietly.
In the evening of this day, Qiu Tingsheng was invited by his friends to gather in the Yuexiang Building. The friends chatted for a while, so he drank a few more drinks.
It was almost two days when I got home.
With a bit of drunkenness, after the President Qiu returned to the mansion, he went to bed in a daze and rested under the service of the domestic servants.
"Fairy Wood"
Because he is busy outside from time to time, sometimes he comes back very late, so he and his wife have always slept in separate rooms.
Sleep until the fourth shift, perhaps because of drinking too much, so the urgency of urination wakes up.
Fortunately, there was a chamber pot in the room. Qiu Tingsheng got up from the couch, finished his daze, and poured two cups of tea from the table to sober up.
I was about to go back to the couch, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of gongs and drums outside the door, accompanied by someone crying softly.
Qiu Tingsheng was puzzled. Taking advantage of the wine, he came to the door and looked out through the crack of the door.
I saw in the courtyard outside the room, a group of little people with a captain less than four feet, all the same height, short, fat and thin, wearing mourning clothes for the dead, playing mournful music, carrying a black coffin, walking around the courtyard.
At first, Qiu Tingsheng thought he had drunk too much and had hallucinations, so he rubbed his hazy eyes and temples.
However, when he looked again, the group of villains walked straight towards his room. As soon as the coffin was placed in front of the door, several people immediately fell to the ground, bowed down and bowed to the inside, crying loudly at the same time.
As a result, Qiu Tingsheng's anger rose for no reason.
How could anyone dare to be so rude, openly cursing themselves to death, and didn't take him seriously at all, how could they bear it now
As soon as he opened the door of the room, he was full of anger, and he pointed at everyone and cursed!
"Who are you, who broke into my mansion in the middle of the night, and made such an unreasonable act, are you not afraid that the old man will send you to the mansion, Zhier, etc., for a crime of trespassing privately?"
After some rebuke, Qiu Tingsheng thought that these people would be somewhat afraid, even if he didn't apologize, he should retreat.
In fact, it was not the case. What he didn't expect was that this group of villains didn't seem to hear it. Not only did they not restrain in the slightest, but the mourning people became more violent.
"It's really unreasonable! Come, come quickly, butler..."
Qiu Tingsheng was so angry that he shouted outside the courtyard, but no matter how he shouted, there was no movement in the huge mansion.
The night wind hit, the weather was not cold at first, but now Qiu Tingsheng couldn't help shivering for two, and only felt a chill in his body.
The scene in front of him was not good for him. Since no one could hear him here, he simply went out of the room and was going to find someone to solve it.
"Please enter the coffin, sir!"
"Please enter the coffin, sir!"
It is a pity that he has not yet stepped out of the courtyard. At this moment, the first two little people with mourning sticks suddenly came forward, jumped and jumped around him, and shouted loudly.
Without giving him the slightest chance to react, the two of them swung the mourning stick and hit Qiu Tingsheng on the body. In an instant, he felt as if his entire body had been electrocuted.
It doesn't hurt when the stick hits the body, but for some reason, it seems like there is a powerful magic power, and it is difficult to compete with it.
The four little people who were carrying the coffin in the back, Wen Ling immediately stepped forward, easily lifted him above his head, and then threw him into the coffin, while sealing the lid of the coffin.
Although Qiu Tingsheng was weak and weak, his consciousness was particularly sober.
"What are you doing? Let the old man go out! Otherwise, the old man will definitely send you to the officials! Let the old man go out..."
Qiu Tingsheng shouted in the coffin, but there was no response outside.
At this moment, he couldn't sleep at all, and all the alcohol evaporated into cold sweat. He only felt that someone lifted him up and moved towards a certain place.
"Come on! Come on! Daring madman, lawless, how dare you treat this old man like this, you... Where are you sending this old man?"
Qiu Tingsheng suffers from being unable to move, even struggling.
He couldn't imagine what would happen next!
Besides, I have no grievances with these people in the past, no enmity recently, and they don't even know each other. Why do they treat themselves like this
While shouting for help, Qiu Tingsheng scolded the group of people outside. Perhaps there was not enough air in the coffin. Gradually, he felt a little short of breath, his chest was stuffy, and finally his consciousness became blurred little by little.
Unconsciously, Qiu Tingsheng fainted in the coffin.
…
"Master! Wake up, master! Don't scare the concubine!"
"Dad! What's wrong with you? Daddy, wake up!"
"Doctor, didn't you say that my master is fine? Why hasn't he woken up yet?"
Vaguely, Qiu Tingsheng heard several familiar voices.
Are you still alive
Slowly opening his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was his wife, followed by his eldest son, second daughter, and servants such as the housekeeper.
"Master is awake! Blessed by the Bodhisattva, I really scared the concubine!"
An old woman about the same age as Qiu Tingsheng wept with tears all over her face.
"Don't cry, Madam, the old man is fine!"
Qiu Tingsheng said a word of comfort, and then looked around.
At this time, he was lying on the bed in his room, and his body was so sore that he didn't even have the strength to get up.
Recalling what happened last night in my mind, I just felt very strange.
what's going on
Could it be that what happened last night was actually just a dream
If it was a dream, it would be too real.
At that time, he was dazzled by anger, and the wine was pouring up, so he didn't pay too much attention.
Now that I think about it carefully, I can't help but feel terrified and terrified.