An ugly wife in the time-traveling house

Words are communicative and instructive. The unknown Yun Zhongjun is responsible for his inciting creations, and those who are bewitched by him must also bear the corresponding consequences.

On the day when the official sent to search the house, Shan Yu pinched his palms, afraid.

If he hadn't accidentally heard that these books had been banned by the towns around the capital four months ago in the theater, and burned them decisively, then he would be very cold today.

But some misfortunes are predestined and cannot be avoided.

Shan Yu burned the book with his extraordinary intuition, but Wan Qiu and the dumb grandpa didn't listen to his words and cleaned up those things related to the book.

It was the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the birthday of late autumn.

A family of four was locked up in a cell by officials. Like all the people imprisoned, they were extremely panic-stricken.

"Husband, husband..." Wan Qiu was frightened, pulled Shan Yu's sleeve with his dumb grandfather, and asked him tremblingly, "What should I do?"

"What should I do? When I told you what to do, why didn't you listen? Now ask me again, who should I ask?"

Shan Yu's complexion was not good, she hugged the crying little bun in her arms and turned around to face the wall, flustered.

On the day he burned the books, Erzhu happened to come to the house and said that his husband, Lang Yuhua, was also burning them.

Shan Yu thought that Yu Hua and the officials in Tsing Yi were relatives, and he burned books, most likely because of what the officials in Tsing Yi said.

Just in case, Shan Yu decided to get rid of all the things related to the book, but Wan Qiu and the dumb grandpa were obedient and obedient, so they were reluctant.

Not to mention the precious things, for the old and the young who have never received much care, Shan Yu's gift is a rare warmth in their lives.

When Shan Yu couldn't give a clear explanation, who would be willing to destroy something good for no reason?

Late autumn secretly hid a rattle inlaid with gold and jade and a set of jasper jewelry, while the dumb grandpa hid some clothes and a white feather fan.

And Shan Yu bought too many things for the two of them, how can I remember the exact amount?

Shan Yu always thought that what she did was very clean, until today when the official searched the house, Shan Yu realized that she was ganged up by this seemingly honest old and young.

There are a lot of people locked up in the cell, and there are men blaming and beating and scolding everywhere. It is true that there are not many good-tempered husbands like Shan Yu.

Like most people, Wan Qiu and the dumb grandpa still don't know what crime they have committed. They stood beside Shan Yu in a panic, not daring to go far or get close, looking at Shan Yu with red eyes, only A back of the head can be seen.

Later, more and more people were detained in the cell, and there was no place to sit, so everyone could only stand crowded together. Many good-looking men and women were taken advantage of, screaming and angry. Scolding is mixed with crying, and the sting makes people's brains ache.

Wan Qiu watched helplessly as a brother next to him was touched on his butt, he whispered in fright, not caring whether his husband was still angry, he hurriedly threw himself on Shan Yu's back, his whole body clinging tightly He: "Husband! Husband! There are scoundrels!"

Shan Yu turned around, his long eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes turned cold, in the darkness, he clasped a hand that was trying to touch Wan Qiu's waist, and then took off the other's entire arm without saying a word.

A sharp and short cry of pain resounded through the cell, and Wan Qiu vaguely saw a man slipping along the wall to the ground, his face pale like a ghost.

Shan Yu held the little bun in one hand, and held Wan Qiu's collar in the other, and carried him to the wall behind him to stand upright. He said in a deep voice, "Protect yourself, if you dare to be taken advantage of by others, see if I don't punish you."

The walls of the cell were cold and damp, and seemed to exude a strange musty smell.

Wan Qiu's back was pressed against the wall, and he suddenly felt a sense of security. He grabbed Shan Yu's sleeve robe with his fingers: "Husband, I was wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

"..." Wan Qiu actually didn't know what he did wrong to be arrested and put in prison, so he said nervously, "I won't listen to you..."

"Will you listen later?"

"Well! Listen! I will definitely listen to what my husband says in the future!"

Shan Yu snorted, "Do you think we have a future?"

"Husband! Husband..." Wan Qiu was a little silly, her eyes were red: "What do you mean? You don't want me?"

Shan Yu didn't speak, and looked at Wan Qiu speciously and ambiguously, seeing him crying pitifully and laying in his arms, admitting his mistake sobbingly: "Woo~ Husband, I was wrong, I was really wrong, don't be angry Husband, don't want me..."

Strange to say.

In the past, Shan Yu always felt annoyed when watching Wan Qiu cry, thinking that he was not a man who was crying all day long, what about now?

Shan Yu looked at Soft Bun, who was crying out of breath in his arms, and suddenly felt in a good mood, and felt that the way Wan Qiu cried was very interesting, especially like now...

His fingers wrapped around his waist, tears fell on the skirt of his clothes, and his voice was soft and crying, like a little rabbit who was afraid of being abandoned, quite cute.

"Okay, stop crying." Shan Yu coughed lightly and patted Wan Qiu's shoulder, pointing to the little bun lying on her shoulder: "My son is not crying anymore, why are you crying?"

Wan Qiu choked up, looked up and saw that the little bun who was crying just now was looking at him with tears in his eyes, his big eyes were full of doubts, as if he couldn't understand how his father could be like him, What about the golden peas?

He blushed, quickly wiped away his tears, and asked Shan Yu: "What does the husband mean when he said no?"

"He was beheaded, where did he go after that?"

"Chop! Behead? Woo~..." Wan Qiu choked, crying worse than before, and the snot came out.

Shan Yu: "..." Sure enough, life is more important, right?

……

The law does not blame the public, and there is no one in this town who has nothing to do with forbidden | books. If they really want to be killed, it is not just as simple as Tuzhen.

The government confiscated the things they found, and locked everyone in the prison for a day and a night, frightening and beating them all. At dawn, the frightened people were released from the prison, and all the people in the town were gathered in the theater. in front of the building.

During the New Year's Eve, the spring was cold, and everyone had been locked in prison for so long in fear, all of them were pale and pale, compared with the soldiers on the street wearing military uniforms and holding long guns, they were even more depressed to the extreme.

Everyone shrunk their shoulders and lowered their heads, their heads almost buried on the ground.

Different from the government's soldiers, these soldiers have all been on the battlefield and killed people. The bloody murderous aura on their bodies is really unbearable for ordinary people, and they dare not look directly at them.

Shan Yu glanced dizzily at the long street, feeling that the number of soldiers in the town was not right.He coughed a few times, wrapped the feverish little bun tightly in his outer shirt, and watched the soldiers push the carts of books to the door of the theater building.

Burning books, burning buildings, promulgating government orders.