After I die, my wife becomes a tyrant

In the wooden cage, Hua Changan was still struggling to touch the spirit herb and the key, mad, furious, and cursing obscenities.

"Under the mansion, if this continues, I'm afraid someone will die." Liang Nanling couldn't bear it again, and tried to persuade her.

"Well, I don't believe it," Hua Muyu said calmly:

"They're all flesh|mortal bodies. You didn't kill anyone after you quit your commandment. What kind of life can he kill?"

"Besides, there are so many people who died in the hands of this seat, one more him is nothing."

"Hmm..." Liang Nanling could only keep quiet and stop trying to dissuade her.

Back then, when she was red-eyed with hatred in her heart, the courtiers who were enjoying themselves were killed by her overnight.

It was not enough to kill them all, and the courtiers' houses were also beheaded everywhere. At any courtier's house, at least ten people would be killed, and hundreds of people would be killed, and the blood flowed like rivers.

The [-] Xiaojie troops were all...killed cleanly, that was a ruthless man, even more cruel than Hua Jingding back then.

Even so, there were still a dozen or so fish that slipped through the net and ran away.

I always felt that Hua Muyu was able to persevere because he wanted to catch all the fish that slipped through the net. When he tortured and served the rebels, the rebels dared to yell twice at the beginning, thinking that Hua Muyu would not dare to kill them.

Hua Muyu took them to visit the house where their blood flowed into rivers and corpses lay everywhere, and said:

"My father is cruel, and I, ice comes from water, and colder than water."

At that time, there was no one killed in the court, and the corpses were everywhere, until a few days later, the courtiers who were exiled were brought back, and the governors of various states were transferred from various places to serve as officials in the court.

Liang Nanling was also called into the court with Zhang Mingzhong at that time, and the court affairs soon returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Recalling the past when Daling quit the spirit grass, she had silently agreed to Daling at that time, and would explain it to Hua Muyu for her when the case was solved.

As a result, the case was not solved, so Daling went to Chuzhou to lead the army to conquer Jianzhou and Fuzhou, and he went there for more than a year.

Just over half a month after returning to the palace, he was taken into prison, and then sent back to Jianzhou, where he fought in the battlefield for three years.

And then... only received the obituary of Da Ling, and never had the chance to see Da Ling again.

Is the case solved? She doesn't think it's completely solved, because the real perpetrator has not been confirmed until now.

The behind-the-scenes manipulators were completely wiped out, under Hua Muyu's ruthless "I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than miss one".

In this world, there should be a lot of unjust cases, and there will never be a day when wronged cases will be cleared up.

Even in this world, there are many dead bodies that can never be found, washed away by time, until the last traces disappear.

Hua Muyu's heart was too heavy, Liang Nanling would explain some things to her clearly at first, and usually before she said a few words, her tears would flood the tea table.

Thinking about telling her to let go of it slowly, he didn't say anything more to her.

Looking at Hua Chang'an's insanity in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a little bit moved by the scene.

"The reason why I dared to come to the West Mansion to look for you that day was because she was ordered to..."

"What's wrong?" Hua Muyu raised interest in listening.

After hesitating, Liang Nanling thought about it, and said:

"I wanted to feed Daling and drink water like that, but when Daling saw it was me, he was very resistant, calling out that he had never kissed you, that he was dirty, calling your name, saying that he was not worthy of being dirty. I dared to come to you because of you, and when Daling saw you later, he probably thought he had seen an illusion, so he resisted."

Hua Muyu chuckled, Ye Qiufeng, you are quite loyal.

Seeing Hua Chang'an's madness, Hua Muyu admired Ye Qiufeng, he could still be loyal under this appearance, tsk, Liang Nanling's appearance was also quite handsome, so she couldn't be moved.

The sweetheart of this seat is really extraordinary.

She stood up, kicked the spirit grass close to Hua Chang'an, and walked out of the hall:

"Go to the dungeon, I want to be merciful for a while."

"Huh?" Liang Nanling didn't understand.

……

Jiang Zhengqing, who was paralyzed in the stinky wooden prison, felt a dark shadow covering him. He propped up the back of his neck and raised his head, only to see that standing in front of his face was Hua Muyu, who was ruthless, cruel, and frightening to him. .

"Forgive me... Slavery deserves death."

"I'll make a deal with you. Of course, if you're not willing, Sun Yuanrui next door will agree."

"A deal?" Jiang Zhengqing seemed to see hope.

"Apart from the tendons of the hands and tendons...is there anything else?" Hua Muyu said with a dull heart.

Jiang Zhengqing didn't speak, but looked at her in fear.

"I've told you, I'll let you go."

"Really?!" Jiang Zhengqing excitedly got up from the ground, holding the wooden prison with both hands:

"Then let me out now! In the sun! I'll tell you! Otherwise..."

"Ah."

Hua Muyu said lightly, then raised her hand to wave to the jailer.

The sunlight was a bit harsh to Jiang Zhengqing, he got used to it for a while, and saw that the jailer was also standing far away, and the shackles and shackles on his body had also been removed.

"Go ahead."

"Prepare me a carriage and go to the gate of the west gate, and I will tell you."

Hua Muyu kept smiling, and gave another soft "um", meeting his request.

The carriage was tied to a tree, and Hua Muyu led the people, standing two feet away.

"Speak, say, and you can go."

After confirming that he could escape immediately by untying the rope, and that Hua Muyu and his party were far away, Jiang Zhengqing gritted his teeth, silently untied the rope, and spit out words:

"My son, he..."

"he……"

"He blinded Xiao Yehou!"

As soon as the words fell, the rope just happened to be untied, and his body trembling violently, he rushed away in the carriage as if fleeing for his life.

Hua Muyu almost bit her own lip, her body trembled like a sieve, her whole body was as cold as falling into a cellar of ice, a heavy dullness rose in her chest, and the sour dullness surged wantonly into her nasal cavity.

Liang Nanling collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain.

"Go back to the palace, I want to kill him with my own hands."

Hua Muyu gritted her teeth, turned around and walked into the palace, her eyes were blurred by tears, she couldn't see the road in front of her clearly, she was tripped one after another, if it wasn't for Lang Jiang's support, she would fall to the ground several times.

"Don't be impulsive, you can't, you can't do this." Liang Nanling stopped her.

"Why not, let me go." Hua Muyu wanted to shake off Liang Nanling's pull, but she was unable to do so.

"My lord, please, don't be like this. Daling never wants to see you like this. Back then, Daling went to the border town several times in the name of recruiting envoys to deal with the chaos in the border town. He knew that there were vicious and vicious people among the refugees, so he decided to Opening the gates of the city, letting the refugees into the city to take refuge, and then silently dealing with and arresting those villains, it took a lot of hard work, obviously it was easier to guard the gates, but it softened my heart, and I couldn't bear to watch the misery outside the city."

"She has a soft heart, what has it to do with that dog's cruelty and inhumanity, I just want to kill him."

"The ruler of the country is the foundation of the country, no, no."

Hua Muyu was a little dizzy, she was dizzy, was helped by Lang Jiang to the spring pavilion, and sat down with her head down to relieve the dizziness.

She looked at her trembling hands, which were so cold that they turned white, and thin cold sweat was oozing from the palms.

Hand...Suddenly, Hua Muyu suddenly remembered something.

Hua Changan, left-handed.

Dust, unable to walk, right eye disease...

She raised her violently trembling left hand, turned to look at Liang Nanling, and touched her right cheek.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

Hua Muyu ran towards Jingling Palace like crazy, asking General Lang to know where the dust is, and then ran to the gate of the palace, asking General Lang who was guarding the gate of the palace.

Although she couldn't be sure, Hua Muyu wanted to confirm if there was even a shred of possibility in her speculation.

……

At night, Huamu Yuziye woke up startled, she could see Ye Qiufeng coming.

She turned her back cruelly, gritted her teeth desperately, suppressed her urge to speak, and remained silent for a long time, only silent tears remained.

Even if you can't be sure, you can't show your flaws to her. If this speculation is possible, and if her guess is known to her, she may choose to disappear completely.

She is so cruel, it has been four years, if it is possible, and there is no news for four years, who can be so cruel?

Ye Qiufeng didn't talk much at all, Hua Muyu didn't talk, and she didn't talk, just sat silently by the bed, as if she didn't exist, or didn't exist at all.

Hua Muyu was suffering for nine whole days.

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

"Well, come in."

Hua Muyu pretended to be calm, holding a cup of tea and sipping tea, her eyes fixed on the bedroom door.

The rough sound of the wooden wheelchair gradually approached, and Hua Muyu's heart beat faster and faster.

This time, she looked more carefully.

After Shachen was carried up the stairs by General Lang, he pushed the wooden wheel with his arm to slowly move himself in.

The hair is all silver-gray, and it is tied in a Taoist bun. The hair is tied up in a snail bun and tied with gray cloth strips. There is not even a wooden hairpin, as if the livelihood is poor.

The rough gray Taoist robe on his body didn't fit well, it was a bit too big, and the lining made him thin and slumped, and he wore black rough cloth shoes.

The voice was not Ye Qiufeng's, and the face was not her face either, nothing like her at all.

Hua Muyu knew that she was insane, and that's why she had such delusions.

Sand Chen's complexion is dark gray, his skin is weather-beaten and dry, his face is thin and haggard, and he keeps his head down and his eyes downcast.

Hua Muyu knocked on the tea table slowly with the teacup, but she didn't change her expression because of what she heard, and she didn't look at her either.

"Sand, I want to see your eyes, right eye."

Between Shachen's eyebrows, there was a slight movement, and then he shook his head lightly.

"The crime of deceiving the king is punishable by death."

"how you said that."

"Eye disease since childhood?"

In the long silence, Hua Muyu didn't speak, and neither did Shachen.

Inadvertently, Shachen let out a chuckle with his snort.

"What are you laughing at?" Hua Muyu said coldly.

Shachen was silent again, and shook his head lightly.

Hua Muyu was impatient, she stood up and walked in front of her, raised her hand to touch the cloth that was blindfolded.

During the pause, the sand and dust did not move, Hua Muyu continued to move, touched the rear, and pulled the cloth knot.

The strips of cloth slipped down, and the bloodshot eyeballs were filled with scarlet. At first glance, it was a bit frightening. If a child saw this eye, they might be scared to cry.

Three very deep scars, about two inches (7cm) in length, slanted above and below her right eye.

The skin covered by the cloth strips is not dry, even cold and pale, which is obviously different from other places.

"It's only the second time I saw you, how did you recognize him?"

Shachen hangs his head, his hoarse voice grinds Hua Muyu's heart.

"It's really you, you are so forgetful, you are really cruel."

Hua Muyu's lips trembled, uncontrollable tears poured down.