An ugly wife in the time-traveling house

The newly issued decree forbids the common people to slander the government with selfishness; anyone who dares to make false comments and discussions will be executed; anyone who dares to publish a book without official approval will be exterminated;

Jun Yunzhong satirizes the present with books, discusses government affairs indiscriminately, and despises imperial power... He is punished for several crimes.

Copy the house, the nine Yi tribes.

Shan Yu has only seen beheading plots in books and on TV, thinking that the knife will start and fall, but only for a moment.

Now that he saw it with his own eyes, his feelings were different from what he had imagined.

The death row prisoners who were about to be beheaded knelt together. Looking around, the oldest one had gray eyebrows, and the youngest was only a few years old.

The executioner walked behind them with a heavy ghost-headed sword in his hand. After killing one, he went to kill the second one.

Shan Yu coughed a few times with a flushed face, pinching Wan Qiu's shoulder with her fingers, and it took a lot of strength to stand still.

He didn't want to see the bloody scene in front of him, but he couldn't control his eyes.

The executioner is skilled at cutting off the spines of the condemned prisoners, but there is still a layer of skin attached to them, so as not to let them decapitate, he only lifts his feet to kick the corpses down, letting the blood in their cavities spray forward, and there is even a blood spot on his body Can't splash.

The people standing in the front row were affected and backed away in panic, Shan Yu was pushed, coughed a few times and couldn't control it anymore, lost his focus and at the same time his eyes went dark.

It was vaguely like a dream, Shan Yu was haunted by nightmares and couldn't wake up no matter what.

Standing in the white mist, he saw his family and friends. He ran over happily and wanted to go home with them, but another person stopped him.

"Husband..."

husband?

Shan Yu frowned, this title is so strange, how could someone call him Husband?

"Who are you? Why do you call me husband?"

Shan Yu got closer, but still couldn't see the other person's face clearly, only vaguely saw that there seemed to be a fiery red birthmark on his eyebrows, and he was holding a child in his arms.

"Husband, I am your husband, I am Wan Qiu!"

Fu Lang?Late autumn?

Shan Yu shook his head subconsciously, he didn't know Wan Qiu, and he didn't have any husband, he wanted to leave, but the person in front of him called Wan Qiu grabbed his sleeve, pulling him tightly,

"Husband, where are you going? If you leave, what will I do with my child? You don't want me, don't you even want your son?"

son?How come there is another son?

"I'm not married, where did I get a son?" Shan Yu was puzzled, and pushed away the tugging person: "I don't know you, and I don't have any sons, let go, I want to go home."

"Woo~ Husband, don't you want us? Do you really don't want us?"

The person who fell on the ground cried bitterly, and the child in his arms also fell to the ground, sobbing and stretching out his hand towards Shan Yu: "Daddy ~ woooo~ hug~ Daddy~"

Shan Yu subconsciously went to help, and suddenly saw clearly the big and small faces.

He kind of remembered...

"Late autumn... late autumn..."

"Husband, I am here, I am here, wake up quickly!"

This is the No. 15 day when Shan Yu was sleeping in bed. He had a high fever and kept talking in his sleep while pulling the quilt. Wan Qiu only understood one sentence, Shan Yu was calling his name.

"Husband... woo..."

In the late autumn, he took care of Shan Yu's bedside in all his clothes. He invited all the doctors in the town, and even the monks in the temple.

He cried out in fear, and slammed his husband down loudly, his voice became hoarse, his eyes were almost blind, and he finally dragged Shan Yu back who was entangled in the dream.

"Late autumn..."

Shan Yu moved her fingers, as if she wanted to confirm something, she opened her eyes very hard to look at the person beside the bed, and then closed her eyes again.

This time he didn't fall asleep for a long time, and woke up completely when it was dark.

Wan Qiu wept with joy, and after feeding Shan Yu a sip of water, he hurriedly pressed a Qingxin Pill under the tip of his tongue, wiped his tears and tucked Shan Yu in the blanket, and said uncontrollably, "Husband, you finally woke up, you slept After so long, I thought..."

Shan Yu half leaned against Wan Qiu's arms, the sickness in his eyes became clearer due to the elixir in his mouth, he saw the wormwood burning to ward off evil spirits in the room, and a mahogany sword resting on the bedside, speaking weakly Laughed a bit: "Think I was scared and lost my soul, and I can't wake up again?"

"Yeah." Wan Qiu has lost a lot of weight these days, crying with tears in her arms, "If you're gone... how will my child and I survive?"

In fact, whoever leaves can live. When the mountain rain didn't come, didn't late autumn also live well?It's just that the way of life is different!

When oppressed by the original owner, Wanqiu relied on himself for everything, and lived strong and unyielding with the child. With the mountains and rains, he instinctively began to cling, rely on, and seek protection.

Just like dodder grass, weak, but it can overcome all difficulties. If the warm arms are not around, it can also be strong and do everything within its ability.

Wan Qiu is undoubtedly weak, but his weakness also depends on the situation.

This is the shining point of him, tenderness yet firmness, which attracts Shan Yu and turns him into soft fingers, and also persuades Lian Zhou to put aside his prejudice and try to accept him.

"I made you worry." Shan Yu is not very good at comforting others. Thinking of himself suddenly fainting on the execution ground, Wan Qiu must have been frightened a lot. He and the dumb grandpa are both timid and fearful people. Difficult, he squeezed Wan Qiu's hand and said: "You can still bring me home, I've grown up."

When Wan Qiu heard the words, he immediately smiled happily, without taking any credit, and said truthfully: "It was Erzhu who carried the husband back. He helped a lot during the days when the husband was ill..."

"Oh? Then I praised you for nothing?"

"No, no, I'm not idle either..." Wan Qiu didn't want Shan Yu to feel that she couldn't do anything well, so she said in a low voice, "I've been guarding my husband and taking good care of my children."

Shan Yu smiled, nodded and said: "Well, thank you for your hard work, my little husband."

He seldom said such intimate words, most of the time his attitude towards late autumn was upright, even if the affection was strong, his emotions were restrained.

Now, with the word 'my little husband', Wan Qiu immediately coaxed her into a smile, hugged Shan Yu's big head and kissed her, her ears were red, "It's not hard, taking care of the children and husband is what I should do."

This kind of atmosphere is very good and warm. Shan Yu and Wan Qiu chatted about what happened these days, knowing that the outside world has become a mess.

After the emperor ordered the burning of many literary and ideological works including "Dream of Red Mansions", he also killed many cultural figures who were contrary to the orthodox ruling ideology.

He used absolute violence to implement cultural and ideological dictatorship over the common people, achieving the goal of stabilizing the imperial power.

The Lian family is also one of them.

When Shan Yu thought of the Lianlou who had only met once, who was exactly the same as the elder brother of the Lian family, his heart ached. Of course, he was more worried about Lianzhou.

How can he deal with such a fierce character who dares to love and hate?