After I die, my wife becomes a tyrant

Yue State, Baozheng 26th year, the third day of February, Jingzhe.

The palace of Xifu (Hangzhou) was raided and besieged by [-] rebels.

Ye Qiufeng urgently led [-] brave troops, and rushed from the East Mansion to the West Mansion to rescue him.

Leading the army to break out of the siege, with heavy casualties, finally broke through the back gate of the Royal Horse Camp in the north of the palace, and fled eastward with the lord Hua Jingding and his "wife" Hua Muyu.

While rushing, Hua Muyu turned her head to look behind her, where Ye Qiufeng passed by, dripping black blood.

"Qiufeng, you are bleeding..."

"I'm fine, let's go."

Ye Qiufeng gritted his teeth, hugged Hua Muyu's shoulders tightly, supported his body with his sword, and walked quickly towards the east.

Her lips had turned white due to excessive blood loss, and more than a hundred generals from the remnant tribe, all covered in wounds, followed closely behind to escort her.

There is a boat at the Ninghai Bay Ferry, and when all the Hua family members leave by boat, and when Hua Muyu stays away from danger, even if they die in battle, they will not be afraid.

The only thing he feared was dying in front of her.

But Ye Qiufeng couldn't hold it anymore, his legs became heavier and heavier, blood gushed out from the penetrating wound on his back, he was stabbed in the lung, and it became more and more difficult to breathe, and there was still five miles away from the ferry.

It's really useless, I can't even send you the last time.

Ye Qiufeng's eyes were pitch black, and he could no longer see the stumbling under his feet. He was stumbled and fell to the ground, unconscious at times.

"Qiufeng, don't scare me, don't sleep, we'll be at the ferry soon." Hua Muyu hugged her upper body, with tears in her eyes, wiping her face with her hands in a panic.

Looking at Ye Qiufeng's bloodless face, his heart ached to the point of tearing.

Ye Qiufeng supported her consciousness, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense. She swallowed the air and looked at Hua Muyu's face greedily, but tears blurred her vision again:

"Mu Yu, you and I met when we were ten years old, and we got married when we were 15 years old. Even though it was a fake marriage, I should still say thank you. Thank you for keeping the secret for me. It is thanks to you that I can live to be 25 years old."

"General Lang! Hurry up and find a doctor!" Hua Muyu's nose and tears flowed, her panicked hands trembled violently, and her tears panted chaotically.

"I'll sleep for a while, you go first," Ye Qiufeng vaguely saw her weeping, and couldn't help but want to say the secret that had been buried for 15 years:

"Mu Yu, I..."

Hua Muyu couldn't hear clearly, she could only see her gasping for breath, her lips were moving, and she put her ears close, but she couldn't hear.

Seeing that she couldn't keep her eyes open, Hua Muyu's heart ached, and the words in her heart finally came out from the crack:

"Qiufeng, I don't hate you, I, like you."

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, please, don't sleep."

Consciousness had been gradually extinguished, but when he heard the word "like" suddenly, Ye Qiufeng slowly opened his eyes as if returning to the light.

Hua Muyu breathed heavily with her lips and teeth open to suppress the tears in her eyes, but the tears were still dripping down, blurring her vision.

Ye Qiufeng smiled at her with trembling lips: "What a coincidence, I like you for 15 years."

"Boss! The rebels are about to catch up! We have to leave quickly!" Lieutenant General Du rushed to her side in embarrassment, dragging his badly injured leg.

Ye Qiufeng took one last look at Hua Muyu, gritted his teeth, exhausted all his strength, and gave the military order:

"The lieutenant general obeys the order, I am no longer able to... carry the suzerain away, immediately."

"Don't! Don't!"

Hua Muyu was powerless to resist the general's brute force, and the lieutenant general couldn't bear it, so he could only resolutely and forcefully pick up Hua Muyu, and walked quickly towards the east, Hua Muyu's hysterical cries echoed in his ears.

In her last sight, she saw Ye Qiufeng's body covered in bruises, which was no longer able to support him, and finally collapsed on the ground.

"Autumn breeze!"

Hua Muyu suddenly woke up.

It was still dark, and the surroundings were dark, and the quilt was tightly clutched.

Touching his face, tears were hanging on his face as expected.

"I dreamed of you again." Hua Muyu sniffed, trembling her bitter lips:

"Four years, Qiufeng, I miss you so much."

"Think about it every day."

……

Yue State, Baozheng 30th year, January [-]th, Shangyuan Festival.

There are 68 square streets in Hangzhou (the capital of the country), but there are more than 100 Buddhist temples and Taoist temples.

The more than [-] people who settled in Xifu flocked to Buddhist temples and Taoist temples to take advantage of the Lantern Festival.

Every Shangyuan Festival, Hua Muyu, the patriarch of Jian Guo, would order that temples and Taoist monasteries be opened to the public, hold a big banquet, hang up lanterns, and invite the whole people to celebrate the festival together.

"Xiao Yehou has been dead for four years, and the suzerain is still not married, and all his thoughts are spent on building the Taoist monastery." The residents who ate and drank in the Taoist monastery chatted about rumors in the palace.

"Hey." Mentioning the suzerain, it is inevitable to hear a sigh of regret.

"Building a Taoist monastery only costs money and doesn't put much thought into it. The suzerain's thoughts are all on supervising the country and assisting the government. Otherwise, there would be no good wine and meat like today."

"Well, yes."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if the suzerain remarries again, the crown prince must be the heir of the monarch."

"Hey, this lord who has brought disaster to the country and the people, why wasn't he the one who died back then."

"It's really hard for the suzerain. My husband was killed by my own brother, and I can tolerate him inheriting the throne. Hey, hey!"

After a moment of silence, the big men quickly drank up the jar of wine, while the slightly sentimental girl and aunt on the wine table couldn't help but wipe her eyes.

"In less than 30 years, my country of Dayue suffered two consecutive internal rebellions and foreign invasions, and was almost wiped out. One time was Marquis Wanhu Yechen's efforts to turn the tide, and the other time was Marquis Xiaoye. It would be great if Marquis Xiaoye was still alive."

"The two disasters that destroyed the country were all caused by Ye's efforts to turn the tide. Even if my surname is Ye, and there is a suzerain to supervise the country and assist the government, we and the people will be happy."

"Stupid master, I'm really afraid that one day the suzerain will stop supervising the country, and our country will suffer disaster again."

"Well, even if Xiaoyehou is still alive, I think that in the Yue Kingdom, the surname is still Hua, because Xiaoyehou is a married man, and taking his mother's surname is in line with the law, and Xiaoyehou can sacrifice his life to protect his wife, so it's very important for his heirs to take their mother's surname. .”

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the Square Street outside the palace, the palace was deserted.

After Hua Muyu washed and changed her clothes, she deliberately made a detour to Jingcheng Palace.

That's where Ye Qiufeng lived from childhood to adulthood, and it was here that she was born.

29 years ago, Hua Muyu's father, Hua Jingding, who was then the ruler of the country, was betrayed by a trusted general and was besieged by 15 rebels in Xifu.

However, Wu Guo suddenly invaded Yue Guo at this time, as if premeditated, Wan Huhou was rescued, and in a dilemma, he gritted his teeth and abandoned Chuzhou, and rushed thousands of miles to rescue him.

Wu Guo took advantage of the fact that Chuzhou had no troops to defend, and sent troops all the way south, occupying our Chuzhou, Sizhou, Jiangdu, Runzhou, and Yizhou one after another.

One soldier is not lost, and he can eat five cities in a row. If he loses Huzhou again, he will be on the capital of the country.

Ye Chen first went south to Hangzhou to rescue him, and then went north to defend Huzhou. He narrowly escaped death and tried his best to turn the tide.

The title of Marquis of Wanhu was conferred at that time for his meritorious service in saving the country.

For this, he also paid a huge price. When he was rescued, he was seriously injured, and the last fire had not yet been born.

This kindling is Ye Qiufeng.

Before Ye Qiufeng was born, he was married by the country's lord Hua Jing.

The evening rain returns to the mountains quietly, the autumn river does not move, and the night is tired. Their names are taken from a poem by Li Shangyin.

The lord of the country, Hua Jingding, was betrayed by a trusted military general. His original gentleness and elegance suddenly disappeared. In anger, he bloodbathed all the rebels and nine clans, killing them mercilessly.

One case led to death, and ten thousand people died. It was a cruel and senseless act of a tyrant.

Not long after Ye Qiufeng was born, Hua Muyu was born.

Wan Huhou wanted to leave his family far away from the tyrant, but Hua Jing, the lord of the country, would not let him go.

Helpless, Ye Qiufeng could only hide this secret since he was a child, disguising himself as a man.

"My lord, it's so early."

Today's Wan Huhou is in his fifties, and his figure is slightly underweight.

The mighty spirit of Dai Viet's number one God of War has dissipated a lot.

Hua Muyu smiled faintly and nodded: "Father Weng, there is no need to be respectful."

Wan Huhou's throat choked up, and he was a little speechless.

"You know that Qiufeng..."

"No problem, my husband, I am willing to be her."

If we continued to chat, fearing that we might not be able to hold back the tears, Hua Muyu bowed and performed the family ceremony, and left Jingcheng Palace.

……

"Shangyuan Festival, I'm not in a good mood, huh." Hua Muyu sighed out the suffocation in her chest.

Liang Nanling, the permanent attendant who followed her, frowned slightly.

Looking up, the steps are heading towards the Ouchi dungeon:

"My lord, the gods and witches invited have probably arrived at Jingling Palace, or..."

"No hurry, go to the dungeon first, if you don't want to go, go back first."

Liang Nanling bit the bullet and chose to follow behind her.

Walking down the long stairs, the dungeon was filled with stench. The dungeon was not big, only twenty cages.

The big one is the sky prison above.

"Under the mansion!"

Seeing Hua Muyu coming, the jailer immediately gave a respectful voice, and hurriedly dispatched more than twenty jailers to open the cage.

The twelve prisoners who were no longer humanoid were dragged out and chained to a thick wooden stake.

Liang Nanling couldn't bear to watch, but Hua Muyu was unmoved,

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the prisoner who was bruised and dying.

"Thank you, Sun Yuanrui, Jiang Zhengqing, stay here, the other injuries are still not healed, take them back and take care of them."

"Jailman, remember to heal their wounds well. If they die, wait a minute and bury them with them."

"Yes! Your residence!"

The jailer hurriedly dragged the remaining nine prisoners back, and locked the cage with iron chains.

"Di Xia, please forgive me...please forgive me..." Xie Wang was 45 years old, and he had been locked in a dungeon by Hua Muyu for four years.

Hua Muyu smiled coldly: "If I knew today, why bother?"

"Under the mansion! I beg you to die!" Xie Wang was terrified, struggling almost crazily.

"Minister? You are a minister of the Wu Kingdom, and a running dog of my Yue Kingdom."

After that, she turned her head to look at Liang Nanling. Even though she couldn't bear to look at it, Liang Nanling still understood what she meant. She took a scimitar from the torture rack and put it in Hua Muyu's hand.

Hua Muyu squatted down, two guards immediately stood around Xie Wang and held him down vigorously, another guard stood behind him and gagged his mouth.

"Hmm! Mmm!" Xie Wang was so terrified that his eyeballs almost popped out.

"Old thing, the injury healed pretty quickly."

As soon as the words fell, the scimitar pressed hard on Xie Wang's ankle, and slowly back and forth, grinding and cutting his tendons, bright red blood mixed with dirt, gurgling on the ground.

"No! No!"

Xie Wang struggled desperately for a few times, then the pain passed away.

Hua Muyu also stopped, and the jailer understood, splashing Xie Wang awake with a bucket of water.

"You can't take it anymore?" Hua Muyu stood up and forced herself in front of Xie Wang with a pervasive smile and scarlet eyes.

"Slave...begging to die...begging to die..." Xie Wang was almost insane.

"No, you can't die, I haven't played enough yet."

"I know I'm wrong!" Xie Wang cried out loudly:

"It was Sun Yuanrui who broke Xiaoyehou's tendon at that time! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

"You fart! It's you who screamed!" Sun Yuanrui was about to go crazy with fright, he yelled mournfully:

"Under the mansion! It was Xie Wang who called! Besides! At that time, Xiao Yehou was already dying..."

With a muffled sound of "bang", it slammed on the side of Sun Yuanrui's face, and Sun Yuanrui's last molar flew out with blood.

It was Liang Nanling who beat him, and Liang Nanling's face was full of tears:

"Da Ling has only one breath left! He is almost dead! Still torturing Da Ling? Are you human?!"

"Slave pleads guilty! Slave deserves death!" Sun Yuanrui yelled madly, only wishing to avoid this torture.

Hua Muyu automatically blocked the piercing screams, and the three people's hamstrings were cut to pieces.

He ordered the jailer to treat them well, and then left the dungeon.

On the way to Jingling Palace, Hua Muyu didn't feel much better.

Thinking about how she left after escaping the siege that day, leaving Ye Qiufeng lying there dying, and when she was about to die, she was chased by the rebels, tortured and broke her tendon, so she just out of breath.

"It's still called Daling. She is no longer the magistrate of Juzhang County, and you are no longer the magistrate of Juzhang County."

"I've been calling for nine years, and I'm used to it. As for the magistrate...I still keep it. I still want to answer the sentence." Liang Nanling said bluntly.

Hua Muyu didn't reply.

Outside the Jingling Palace, the invited witch set up a colorful table, and the two of them sat outside the palace door without any surprises, signaling the witch to start.

The sorcerer was a skinny little old man about four to fifty years old, with his legs crossed on the stage, jumping back and forth from left to right, humming in a low voice, muttering words.

From time to time, he grabs a handful of rice and sprinkles it randomly, then picks up the wine glass and throws the wine in the glass in a semicircle in the air.

"Hey." After watching the time for a moment, Liang Nanling began to feel sleepy, sighed, and it was the magic stick again.

Hua Muyu looked at it leisurely, looked at it for a while, and then pointed to the well-dressed general of the guard with his eyes.

"Oh! It's not the point yet! What are you doing? Don't offend the gods!"

The magic stick was pushed down on the stage by Liang Lang.

Hua Muyu got up and walked over, and took the dagger from behind Lang Jiang, the old man was terrified:

"What is the purpose of the suzerain's mansion?!"

"Cheating is a crime."

"My lord, please forgive me!"

Struggling to the death with the magic stick, Lang Jiang pinned the man to the ground, touched the short dagger from his back, and carved the word "甴" on his face amidst the screams of the magic stick, and soaked it in green copper rust oil. In the wound.

甴 means to be insidious, vicious and disgusting.

Hua Muyu played with the short dagger, without blinking, the short dagger was directly inserted into the leg of the magic stick.

The miserable howling sound hurt the eardrum of Liang Nanling who was standing in the distance.

"The jump is too ugly, don't jump in the future, just throw it out."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Under the mansion, the tattooed face is really... How will he be a man again in the future?" Liang Nanling said in a low voice.

"For the crime of cheating, seventy rods and tattoos are already benevolent by me, so that the common people can know that this is a liar."

"Hmm..." Liang Nanling was not afraid of her, so she repeatedly mentioned that she wanted to leave:

"The lower official wants to reply to the sentence."

"Why, internal officials are not as good as external officials?"

"That's not the intention. Juzhang County is the result of Daling's years of painstaking efforts. I don't want to call it Juzhang County. It's in the hands of my subordinate officials."

Hua Muyu chuckled lightly:

"She has protected you for many years, she is gone, I will protect you for her," Hua Muyu continued after a pause:

"It's ironic, I thought you were protected, but I didn't enjoy it. Who knows, she has already used her life to protect me."

After speaking, Hua Muyu's eyes turned red.

"Under the mansion, there is a word from an old Taoist priest outside the palace that there is a guest from Chuzhou, who wishes to serve the mansion to taste Shao Xuanye." The general guarding the palace gate hastily came and reported.

"Taoist? Tomorrow morning, by the way, have an early class with Yinjing." Hua Muyu didn't think much about it.

"Under the mansion, Yuke claims to suffer from eye disease and cannot see the light. If I wish to see him, I can only come to see him."

"Pfft." Liang Nanling laughed lightly, these magical sticks are really full of tricks.

In the past four years, she has seen too many strange magic sticks.

Hua Muyu gave a soft "hmm", these self-proclaimed witches, in order to show their profoundness, often see them in strange ways, she has long been familiar with them.

……

At midnight (23:[-]), Jingling Palace is still lit with candlelight.

Hua Muyu sat beside the tea table in the outer hall of the bedroom, sipping tea.

A rough sound came from outside the hall, and the sound gradually approached.

"Under the mansion, the feather guest has arrived."

"Well, come in."

Hua Muyu raised her eyes to look at the door, when the door was opened by the outside man, the first thing she saw was the wooden wheelchair, and then she went to look at the face of the so-called Yu Ke sitting on the wooden wheelchair.

Yu Ke is a thin and lonely Taoist nun, with an unattractive appearance, her face is gray and vicissitudes of life, and her right eye is wrapped with a black cloth strip.

He looked about 40 years old, and was dressed in gray cloth and rough clothes.

"Yuke, Dao name?" Hua Muyu asked.

"Sand dust." Her voice was hoarse, like the slight sound of sand and dust when a strong wind blows past, but it seemed that a lot of effort had been used.

"Yeah," Hua Muyu took a small look, took a sip of tea, and asked casually without thinking:

"Can't walk? Eyes again?"

"I couldn't walk since I was a child, and I was born with eye disease." It seemed that speaking was difficult, but Yu Ke only responded briefly.

After a moment of silence, Hua Muyu didn't speak, and she didn't speak, so she had to speak again:

"How to do it, let's start."

"Just be sincere."

The corner of Hua Muyu's mouth curled into a sneering smile:

"No way? Then what are you doing here?"

The hoarse voice of sand and dust, astringent eardrums:

"Blessed Lord, rest, if you see it, please remember it."

"What you see is not that person, but your obsession."

Hua Muyu was stabbed in the heart by these words, and tears were almost overwhelming.

"Take a rest, I will leave after I finish the ceremony."

Hua Muyu turned her back, ignoring the magic stick that hurt her heart easily with few words.

Putting down the bed curtain, lying on the bed on the side, the word "obsession" fluttered repeatedly.

She burst into tears silently, and the silk pillow was soon soaked.

……

After an unknown period of silence, there was a knocking sound outside.

"It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, everything is safe and sound." The watchman knocked on his clapper and patrolled the night.

Ye Qiufeng opened his eyes, and it was Zizheng at the moment.

She saw herself in a white robe, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Turning her head, through the bed curtain, she could see Hua Muyu lying on her side with her back to the bed.

Hua Muyu was awakened by the beating sound, no, not awakened.

She knew she was dreaming.

Turning around, there was a familiar figure sitting beside the bed through the bed curtain.

"Autumn wind?" Hua Muyu burst into tears.

"Will it... scare you?" Ye Qiufeng asked as softly as possible without moving.

Hua Muyu couldn't care less, she was more pleasantly surprised than frightened, she lifted the bed curtain, just wanting to hug her.

But unexpectedly, he passed through his body and couldn't touch her.

"Mu Yu, don't get excited, you will wake up when you get excited, and if you wake up, I will disappear."

Hua Muyu wiped her eye sockets frequently to make her vision clear, and looked at her side face greedily.

"It's okay to see you, but you...why is your face so pale?" Hua Muyu was a little incoherent in excitement:

"Where are you, the so-called end, where is it? You said that day, wait for me at the end, I see clearly."

"You asked because you wanted to find me, so I won't tell you." Ye Qiufeng looked at her with a soft smile on his face:

"Fugue is quite tiring, you still have to supervise the country and assist the government, go to sleep, I will accompany you here, sleep peacefully."

Hua Muyu's pear blossoms were crying with rain, and she raised her hand to touch her hand, but she couldn't touch it, and tears fell down:

"Do you come to accompany me like this every day?"

"Well, don't cry, I feel distressed."

"Can you...can you lie down? Come with me." Hua Muyu stared at her face reluctantly.

Ye Qiufeng looked at her and shook his head slightly.

Hua Muyu pursed the corners of her sinking lips, four years passed like a flash, only she knew, she lived like years:

"I don't hate you. I liked you when I was 12 years old, but for some reason, when I saw you, I couldn't control my temper. I always wanted to lose my temper with you and hit you. The more you ran, the more I couldn't help it." Beat you."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt," Ye Qiufeng looked at her:

"Sleep, you're sleepy."

"Ah."

Hua Muyu lay down flat and looked at her with her eyelids propped up, but she was really tired, and her eyelids gradually closed unbearably.

"You're not here, I'm not happy," she murmured before her consciousness dissipated:

"But I knew it too late. Compared with the grand scene, compared with supervising the country and assisting the government, compared with conquering the city, what I want is the moment when you are delicate and gentle to me. That is the happiness I want , but I found out too late."

"Happiness is not far away, but in a very close place, open a window."

"window?"

After saying one word, Hua Muyu opened his eyes, and outside, the sky was already bright.

She hurried to the outer hall, and the guest had already left.

"Nearby, open a window... a window?"