After I die, my wife becomes a tyrant

By the Toupeng River, an old Taoist hid behind a tree on the bank. When he saw the dazzling bright red splashing everywhere, he couldn't bear to watch and frowned.

Until the scarecrow-like body was kicked into the river, and the surrounding Lang Jiang left in a hurry, he hurried into the water and swam over, turned the body over and turned his face upwards.

This body can float if it is motionless, but it will sink if it struggles.

Before he had time to drag him ashore, he heard the sound of galloping horses' hooves in the distance, and he hurriedly swam in the icy river to hide.

The middle-aged general lay on the bank crying loudly, trying to reach his body, but after a few attempts to no avail, he let out a mournful growl, and with scarlet eyes, he led his troops to chase after the army that had just left.

……

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and Ye Qiufeng suddenly opened his eyes.

But he saw an old Taoist priest holding a thin and blood-stained sharp object, which seemed to have just been pulled out from his chest.

Her eyes widened, and although she was in severe pain, she was able to breathe more smoothly.

"I'm depressed, bear with it." Seeing her open her eyes, the old Taoist touched a straw from the side with a blank expression, and penetrated into the wound on her chest.

She was in so much pain that she was dying.

"It is only necessary to expel the stagnant qi that squeezes the lungs, otherwise the lungs will be squeezed by the stagnant qi, making it impossible to breathe." The old Taoist said again.

The scalding temperature, the choking smell, the pain of the wound being touched.

It was only then that Ye Qiufeng realized that what he saw was a bit strange, and he could see it clearly, but the right half of what he saw was hazy with a faint layer of blood red?

There is a very high tile roof on the top of the head, surrounded by prickly straw.

There were bursts of tearing pain in the ankle again, and the severe pain came continuously. I wanted to struggle but couldn't move, and I wanted to scream in pain but couldn't make a sound. Take a breath, my whole body hurts like a bone erosion.

Sensing her body moving slightly, the old Taoist priest moved closer to her face.

Suddenly seeing the face of an old man approaching, Ye Qiufeng was very scared and repelled.

"Fortunately, it's not too cold. I'll try to save you again. Hold on."

After speaking, that old face was pressed against her neck again, and the severe pain made her face instantly turn cold and pale, and the cold sweat dripped down, making the stabbing wound even more painful.

She twisted her body violently, resisting being approached by strangers. The fire next to her was burning hot, and the smoke was suffocating, but because of the fire, the coldness in her body was relieved a little.

The old Taoist priest blocked the wound in her throat with a coarse cloth, and tied her wrists and ankles tightly. Ye Qiufeng wanted to die in pain.

Why am I not dead yet? Let's die quickly. I don't want to live anymore. I can't bear the pain of domestic violence, let alone the injuries after torture.

The old Taoist pinched her arm and tried to turn her over. Ye Qiufeng resisted and wanted to scream, but he could only make a grunt. She opened her furious eyes and tried to force the stranger back.

Seeing her resistance, the old Taoist could only stop and said to her:

"Xiao Yehou, poor Daoist, the Daoist name is not confusing, but do you still remember that at the beginning of the 22nd year of Baozheng, you opened the city gate of Chuzhou?"

Hearing the sound, Ye Qiufeng looked at him suspiciously, knowing me, so he nodded.

"Pindao escaped from the state of Fujian and came to the state of Yue. He received a lot of relief money and food from Marquis Xiaoye, and finally got through the difficult time with this."

"At that time, I was grateful for Xiaoyehou's kindness, so I made a hexagram for Xiaoyehou. Unexpectedly, I picked the Tai hexagram, which means that your life is not long. You appear peaceful, but there is a hidden crisis around you."

"Whether Taiji comes or not, whether or not Taitai will come, is still two things to say. The poor are just doing their best and obeying the destiny. Whether you can survive the catastrophe depends on yourself."

Ye Qiufeng didn't understand hexagrams or anything, but he could understand what he meant. He had helped him unintentionally before, so he wanted to help himself now.

Why is it that the one who wants to harm me is an extremely human courtier, but the one who saves me is only such a poor old man... Ye Qiufeng's heart is very cold.

Whether Tai Chi came, No Ji Tai came, it was a bit mysterious, but I felt that what I said was quite in line with my past experience, a battle exploit, but suddenly half-dead, not right, Tai Chi did not come.

Taking two mouthfuls of air from this world, Ye Qiufeng tentatively raised his hand, his arm was able to move but the wound was very painful, and he couldn't move his palm, so he had to admit his fate and mouthed:

"Help me." I still thought, seeing Mu Yu.

"You have to take off your coat, you have three short blades on your back."

While speaking, he continued his actions, Ye Qiufeng could only close his eyes in resignation.

After taking off her clothes, Buyou was obviously stunned for a moment, and then continued to move his hands, as if trying to divert her attention, and kept talking to her:

"Pindao worked as an eunuch in the palace of the King of Fujian in his early years, do you know Brother Qi?"

Brother Qi, is he a fan of Longyang obsession?Ye Qiufeng smiled lightly and nodded.

"Qidi died in the war, and the poor Taoist heart was ashamed, so he entered the Tao, took his spiritual tablet, and lived in the world in order to find some answers."

While Ye Qiufeng sighed, severe pain came from her back again and again, she wanted to cry in pain, but when the tears came out, her eyes hurt like being gouged out by a sharp knife.

"Uh..." My eyes...

I dare not cry, I am afraid of pain, but I can't help but want to cry, violent rage, anger, intense sadness, despair, causing weird noises in my throat.

"Calm down, although you are doing your best and obeying the fate, but the poor still want you to live."

"I don't want to live anymore." Ye Qiufeng endured the severe pain and roared with all his strength, but only a shallow breath came out.

"If you don't live, the suzerain's residence will not live for a few years."

"???" Ye Qiufeng propped up his arms and poked him with his elbow, eager to ask what he meant.

"The poor Taoist just hid in the dark to try to see if he could give you a hand. Seeing the suzerain being carried away under the mansion, the touching scene really made those who heard it cry."

She said she likes me, really.Ye Qiufeng's nose was sour, and tears began to burn his eyes again.

"I don't want to, looking at the suzerain's mansion, I actually pinched the Tai hexagram. The suzerain's business is related to the country, and pinching the Tai hexagram can be big or small, so try to survive as much as possible."

Ye Qiufeng panicked from the bottom of his heart because of these words, did she fail to escape?

no!Can't!

After saying these words, he went out for a while, and came back after walking for a long time. Ye Qiufeng and others were anxious, but couldn't move.

Do not be confused with an embroidery basket in his hand:

"Pin Dao is penniless, so he can only borrow embroidery needles, please bear with it."

After he finished speaking, he squinted his eyes to thread the needle, and Ye Qiufeng quickly realized what he was trying to do——

To sew your own wounds.

Ignoring the fear of pain, she poked her with her elbow again, asking what it meant.

"Mu Yu! Didn't you leave!" The roar came out in exchange for a sudden pause.

"Don't worry, she's fine, Tai Gua does not mean that there is an emergency in front of you."

Ye Qiufeng didn't even realize that he suddenly had trust in this old man, and he easily believed the mysterious things he said.

"Dare to be Marquis Xiao Ye, nicknamed 'Sand Dust', and disappear in the world, maybe you can avoid the evil spirits and escape death, if you can't escape, it is God's will."

"If you can escape, wait a few years to recover from your injuries, and then help her secretly."

Ye Qiufeng nodded slightly, and thanked him with his mouth:

"Sand Chen, okay, thank you Taoist priest for your kindness and blessing."

The needle was stitched into the core of the wound, and Ye Qiufeng fainted several times due to the pain, and was awakened by the pain several times.

But Buyu ignored her severe pain at all and mended her broken body everywhere.

Ben was only holding his breath, and after being tortured, his body was numb from the severe pain and cold, like a piece of raw pork, allowing it to be cut.

I thought this was enough to say that life is better than death, but in the following month, Ye Qiufeng felt that he had fallen into purgatory on earth.

The severed hamstrings are pulled and sewed to each other, moved a little, and then snapped. The same is true for the tendon of the tee, which is stretched and then stitched, and then cracked again. I really want to die, but I can’t die, I have to live go down.

The blood hole in the throat is not directly sutured, but only the inner part is sutured, a shallow layer is sutured every day, and the sutures are removed after the recovery, until the outermost layer of skin.

Three months later, the broken body finally regained some human form, but he could only lie on his stomach, fearing that if he moved, his fragile hamstrings and tendons would be broken again.

"When will I be able to walk?" Ye Qiufeng lay on the straw mat and asked with mouth-to-mouth.

"do not know."

"I want to see Mu Yu, I miss her so much."

Buyu ignored him, and went out again, and when he came back, he held the borrowed bronze mirror in his hand.

Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Ye Qiufeng was stunned, and was almost driven into a lunatic.

The right face was crawling with three penetrating long centipedes, the right eyeball was bloodshot and scarlet, and the cracks on the neck that were repeatedly opened to suture the vocal folds were dark purple and glowing.

I used to have a healthy body and felt that I was not good enough for her, but now...

Ye Qiufeng cried silently in pain, tears gushing out of his eyes.

"I'm a useless person."

When she said she liked me, she probably just wanted me not to fall asleep. Since she was a child, she has been together for so long, and she has never said that she likes me. How can she take it seriously when she said "like" when she was parting from life and death.

"You survived because of your good fortune. You lost so much blood, and...the tendons in your arms and legs were all broken. What's the use of seeing her? Let's recuperate."

……

In a deserted monastery in Chuzhou, Ye Qiufeng and Buxuan lived together in a shabby house. At dawn, she struggled to prop up her body with a wooden stick under her armpit, went to the courtyard of the monastery, and struggled to practice walking .

When the foot touched the ground, there was a strong soreness in the ankle. The soreness had been sore for a long time, and all the strength in the whole body was exhausted.

Unable to support it several times, he fell to the ground, crawled and propped himself up with his arms.

"I miss her so much."

Ye Qiufeng struggled to walk, raised his limp wrist, and muttered to himself from time to time.

Scarlet right eye, deep scar, like a centipede, crawling on the right cheek, pale and gloomy.

Every time she saw her face reflected in the water or mirror, she would break down and cry bitterly, she was not good enough for her, how could she be worthy of her delusional thoughts with this useless appearance.

This crippled appearance must never appear in front of her.

"But, she said she liked me, really."

Ye Qiufeng struggled between inferiority complex and delusion day after day, although he didn't deserve to miss her, but he missed her very strongly.

Bufu is very patient, and when she is in a daze, she will teach her some physiognomy, meditation, fugue, and dream weaving.

Ye Qiufeng thought, physiognomy can be used to predict the future, if you can learn it, it would be very good.

And Shenyou Weaving Dreams... If the phrase "like" really just wants me to stay awake, I can weave dreams and lead you to Wangchuan to forget the pain.

If the phrase "like" is true, even if you forget everything in Wangchuan and like someone, your soul will never forget it.

……

Four years later.

Ye Qiufeng was finally able to use a wooden wheelchair, moved himself fairly flexibly, and walked with his armpit supported by a wooden stick, and the soreness in his ankle was tolerable.

Now that I can move independently, I want to see Hua Muyu even more.

I can't beat her any longer, but they are poor Taoist priests, and they can only hurry while begging for food when they go far.

Ye Qiufeng thought, I am actually quite rich, so I went to Juzhang first to see if I could ask Liang Zi for some money.

In the past four years, she hasn't eaten meat a few times, less than twice a year, her body is thin and shriveled, all the muscles from previous martial arts training are gone, only a skeleton covered with skin is left.

When he reached Juzhang with difficulty, he waited outside the county mansion for several days but couldn't see Liang Nanling. Most of the people in the county mansion were already familiar faces.

When she went to the West Mansion, she didn't have the courage to say that she was Xiao Yehou. With this appearance, no one would believe her even if she told her.

The West Mansion is as prosperous and lively as ever, and the people coming and going, some are in a hurry, some are leisurely.

She looked like a beggar, and the people passing by threw a few copper coins from time to time.

It's no wonder that everyone was pleasantly surprised, one copper coin can buy one sesame seed cake.

The day before the cold Lantern Festival, Ye Qiufeng thought to himself, he should give up, the ruler of the country is Hua Chang'an, she doesn't want to see this person.

Even if she sees it, she won't do anything, she can't do anything anyway, she will win and lose.

What can be relieved is that Hua Muyu is still the suzerain of Jian Guo.

It was very difficult for her to speak, she tried to speak with great strength, but she could only make a soft and hoarse sound, plus she had a rough appearance like a beggar, so it was not easy to drag people to question her.

"Let's go, I'm giving up." Ye Qiufeng said angrily, and turned the wooden wheelchair, ready to leave.

"Oh, don't eat tonight to keep your stomach full. Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, go to the Taoist monastery and have a good meal!"

The voices of the people passing by came to the ears of the two of them, and they moved closer than her, and asked with a smile:

"Little brother, what do you mean by that?"

The young man looked at him suspiciously:

"Did you come from another place? Every Shangyuan festival, the suzerain's residence will order that temples and Taoist monasteries will be open to the public, hold a big banquet, hang up lanterns, and invite the whole people to celebrate the festival together!"

"Eat big fish and meat as you like!"

"Really?!" I haven't eaten meat for more than half a year, and I can't help but swallow my saliva.

"Then there are still holidays. If you want to eat for free, just go there."

……

"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!"

"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. .”

"However, after all, the suzerain is probably bewildered by his longing for his husband. He meets some magic sticks who claim to be witches all day long. They know that they are all cheating money, but they still meet directly."

"This money is really easy to cheat. It's been four years, and Dixia hasn't given up yet. Why don't we try it too? I heard that you can get a lot of money."

"Forget it, you, we don't earn this immoral money. Besides, how can we stab people's hearts like this, and it's still the heart of the suzerain."

……

In the monastery, Ye Qiufeng stuffed big fish and meat into his mouth desperately, and overheard the conversations of other common people at the table.

Did not remarry, longing for her husband, true or false.

She continued to stuff the meat into her mouth, crying frantically.

Back then, I just went to Hualou to investigate the case, so I told Meng Lang that you people should sew your mouths shut and spread some deceptive nonsense.

"What's the matter with this nun, why did she cry while she was eating? Oh, look at your tears, they are pouring out like a flood."

Ye Qiufeng didn't respond to the conversation, and even with his own voice, he couldn't respond either.

The uneasiness in my heart surged, pushing the snot and tears out of the nasal cavity and eye sockets.

He frequently put the meat into Ye Qiufeng's bowl, glanced at her from time to time, and then asked the aunt opposite:

"Excuse me, what is the meaning of meeting the witch in the mansion?"

"Hey, knowing that my husband is dead, I still want to see him. She said that she didn't understand her husband's last words, and she is looking for a witch to decipher the meaning of the last words."

"The last words..."

"The last word is, live well, I will wait for you at the end."

Ye Qiufeng couldn't hold it back for a moment, he grinned again and wailed loudly, all the chewed and un-chewed meat fell out of his mouth, and several people left in nausea.

"Mu Yu, I miss you so much."