After I die, my wife becomes a tyrant

"Father, the sword is so heavy, can I practice it when I grow up?"

"The sword should be practiced since childhood. Besides, my father didn't tell you to dance the sword, but told you to parry."

Five-year-old Ye Qiufeng was carried in the palace yard by Ye Chen. He looked leisurely and kind, holding a sword in his hand, and pressed on Ye Qiufeng's sword, letting her just parry.

His sword weighed at least seven catties, Ye Qiufeng's sword was lighter, but it weighed as much as four catties, and her weight was only over 30 catties.

The sword was held horizontally on her immature shoulder, and her father's sword was still pressing on it. If she didn't support it, this little shoulder would be injured.

"How long will it last? I can't hold it anymore."

"One more hour."

"Wow wow wow!"

The crying attracted the mother's attention, Li Ruixiu ran over distressedly, pushed Ye Chen's sword away, and protected Ye Qiufeng in his arms:

"Qiufeng is only five years old, what are you doing?"

"Practice strength, after all, Qiufeng is... his own strength is not enough." Ye Chen put away his sword with flickering eyes, and patted Ye Qiufeng's head lovingly:

"The little master who is as old as you is already practicing swords, and you will be a military officer in the future. How can you not compare with the young master."

Ye Qiufeng couldn't understand these words, only knew that she didn't want to practice sword, and ran away as soon as she was liberated. Ye Chen had no choice but to leave Jingcheng Palace.

……

"The name is discussed, and it is said that the three talents of the husband come to the throne, and all phenomena are divided. The spirit contains the spirit, and the person is the leader."

"There is no way to establish a minister based on Li Yuan, and to impose criminal laws because of politics and religion."

"It's sentimental, mediocre and foolish, and it knows how to commit crimes. If it's big, it will mess up its space, and if it's small, it'll look down on its style. If you don't establish a system, you won't have heard of it before."

In Jingling Palace, the young master was holding a scroll, pacing back and forth in front of the five-year-old Hua Muyu, chanting his principles.

"Master, I don't understand." Hua Muyu fell asleep.

The young master smiled kindly: "It's okay, little master, just listen to it, and you'll understand it later."

Let him go on talking like this for a long time, when Hua Muyu was really about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of "treading" footsteps coming from outside.

Looking up and seeing that it was Grandfather, Hua Muyu subconsciously smiled:

"Father."

Hua Jingding frowned seriously: "What have you learned?"

Hua Muyu was at a loss for words, she didn't know what to say.

"My lord, my little lord is still young. The servants are trying to imbue the Dharma with my ears and eyes. I read to my little lord. If you listen to it a lot, you will gradually understand it."

"Well, after listening all morning, you should understand something, right? My son, what do you know?" Hua Jingding looked at Hua Muyu with serious eyes.

Hua Muyu was at a loss for words again, she didn't even understand a single word.

After a moment of depressing silence, Hua Jingding's face darkened, he touched the ruler and hit the desk with a "slap".

"My son Linchang, he can memorize the Three Character Classic at the age of three! He can memorize the Disciple Rules at the age of four! You are already five years old! You can't even understand the book!"

"The lord calm down, the young lord is young after all, so he should take his time." Seeing that he was offended, the young master hurriedly said a few words of forgiveness.

A "slap" ruler was drawn directly on the young master's back, the young master was caught off guard, and screamed "Oh".

"What's the use of your incompetent young master!"

In Hua Jingding's rage, he beat the young master again and again, Hua Muyu was frightened, and his small body trembled.

"You are so stupid, how can you use it!" Hua Jingding directly drew the ruler on Hua Muyu's body.

"My lord, calm down, my lord is still young, don't hit me." The young master grinned his teeth in pain, but still hurried to Hua Muyu's body, protecting Hua Muyu.

"Go away!"

Hua Jingding beat them together hard, Hua Muyu cried out in pain.

"Don't cry!" Hua Jingding roared angrily, and the ruler was pulled harder, Hua Muyu gritted his teeth to hold back the cry.

"If you can't memorize the three-character scripture and disciple rules within three days, you will be punished with a stick!" Hua Jing decided to throw down the ruler, and walked away with heavy rage.

Hua Muyu felt that she had fallen into hell. She was like this every day, living in torment, with old wounds unhealed and new wounds added to her body.

Hua Jingding's violent reprimand drove away a lot of young masters, almost every now and then, the young masters who came were new faces.

Ye Chen occasionally patrols the palace and mobilizes the Yijin army guarding the palace.

When passing by Jingling Palace by chance, I heard Hua Jingding's roar and dull sound coming from inside.

He looked into the window and saw that Hua Muyu was being beaten, so he hurried in:

"Master, what are you doing! How can you beat a child like this!"

He felt angry, Ye Qiufeng was about the same age as Hua Muyu, it hurts his heart just to practice her strength, and he never hit her.

Hua Jingding was furious, seeing Ye Chen protecting Hua Muyu, he simply beat him together:

"Get out, who told you to come in!"

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and endured dozens of strokes with the ruler:

"I'm so rough and fleshy that it hurts to death, but the young master is still so young! How can I do such a vicious hand!"

"If you beat me again, I will go to the border! Don't stay in the palace!"

These hard-spoken words hit Hua Jing Ding Nilin, and the unbearable curse broke out from his mouth, and his attack became even more ruthless:

"I want to run again! It's the widow who treats you too kindly!"

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, and finally protected Hua Jingding until he was out of breath. After he left, he went to look at Hua Muyu with distressed eyes.

She just looked blank and expressionless.

Fear didn't change anything, so it disappeared from her face.

If you show happiness, you will be reprimanded, so you keep a cold face.

Ye Chen comforted her for a long time, but Hua Muyu didn't say a word, and her expression didn't change.

He offered to be Hua Muyu's young master, teaching her martial arts for an hour every day, so he could protect her for a while, but he could only protect her for two or three hours a day.

Ye Chen would tell her many old things, and gradually, Hua Muyu also "understood" her father's violence.

It turned out that the cost of the country being nearly destroyed was not only the loss of five cities.

Before the disaster came, the state of Wu proposed marriage with my father in the name of the peace alliance, and my father sent three sons to the state of Wu at a time to show the sincerity of the alliance.

Marriage is just a nice wording, in fact, it is to be a proton.

As a result, the State of Wu tore up the covenant and not only sent troops to invade the State of Yue, but also conspired with the powerful ministers of the year, cooperating with the inside and outside, causing our army to rebel, and the State of Yue was in danger of being destroyed under such circumstances.

The three legitimate sons who were protons in the state of Wu were wiped out of their throats because they lost their value.

The other two prostitutes also died in the war while leading the army against the rebels, and their descendants died in one day.

Hua Muyu wasn't the eldest son at first, but she became the eldest son because all five elder brothers died.

Maybe I am really not as good as the five deceased elder brothers.

The three late elder brothers, knowing that they went to Wu to be hostages, still had the courage to go, while the other two, knowing that they would die in the battle, still led their troops to fight without hesitation.

Do you have the guts to ask yourself?Hua Muyu didn't have an answer.

My father has high hopes for himself, these high hopes are too heavy, and I am afraid that I will not be able to sustain it every day.

Even after the birth of her younger brother Hua Chang'an, who was six years younger than her, the horrible days did not usher in a slight change.

The days are like the middle of the year, and five years have passed in a flash.

……

"Wan Huhou, Mu Yu is ten years old, almost ready to get married." Outside the outer hall, Hua Jingding rarely got angry with Ye Chen, but drank tea and chatted with him.

Sweat dripped from Ye Chen's forehead, the thing he was most afraid of was still coming.

"The young master is only ten years old now...too early."

"Well, then, let's take another two years." Hua Jingding's voice was cold, with heavy thoughts written on his face.

"Twelve is too early." Ye Chen pretended to be indifferent, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"How early? The engagement was made ten years ago, and sooner or later we will get married!"

Seeing that Hua Jingding was about to burst into anger again, Ye Chen calmed down for a moment, then hurriedly said:

"Women are 15 years old and men are [-] years old, and men are [-] years old. Only when they get married at [-] years old do they comply with the law."

Hua Jingding gave him a cold look, the law is the criterion for his actions, Ye Chen has been exploring Hua Jingding's temperament for so many years, and finally understands this point.

"Engagement..." Hua Muyu heard it.

These two words made her curious for several days.

When practicing martial arts with Ye Chen, she couldn't hold back her curiosity, and after asking Ye Chen a little, she found out that the man was Ye Qiufeng, and he was Ye Chen's "only son".

"Young Fu, can I go and see him?" Hua Muyu asked.

Ye Chen smiled wryly: "My lord ran around for no reason, the lord is going to train you again."

Hua Muyu stopped talking, her face was expressionless, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ye Chen thought, Hua Muyu practiced martial arts for an hour every day. If they practice together, at least they have a companion. He feels sorry for Hua Muyu who lived such a torment at a young age. If he had a companion, maybe it would be better?

In the end, he tentatively proposed to Hua Jingding, and was reprimanded as expected, but Hua Jingding let go and allowed Hua Muyu to practice martial arts in Jingcheng Palace for a day.

Seeing Hua Muyu for the first time, Ye Qiufeng thought he saw a moving ice cellar, Hua Muyu's face was cold and expressionless.

When approaching her, Hua Muyu showed vigilant eyes.

"You look so handsome, much prettier than me, why don't you smile?"

While speaking, Ye Qiufeng caught a glimpse of her tightly clenched fists from the corner of her eye, and purple scars were faintly exposed in the gaps of the fists, and then she glanced at the inside of her collar, and there were the same scars.

The trifles of the deep palace are passed around with people's mouths, even if she has never stepped out of the Palace of Respect and Sincerity, there are still stories about the corporal punishment of the young master from time to time.

My father also mentioned it a few times in the early years. She was only a few years old at the time, so she didn't pay much attention to it. Later, she was physically punished by my father a few times. While being punished, my father used it to compare with the young master. She didn't understand what it meant. How do you feel.

"Master?"

"Under the mansion?"

"Mu Yu?"

"Hua Mu Yu!"

Whatever you call her, she ignores her, Ye Qiufeng is drunk:

"It's not that I'm calling you a scapegoat. I'm calling you. I should respond."

"Replacing the dead ghost?" Hua Muyu became dull for a moment, suddenly felt amused, and the smile floated out with his breath, and it was fleeting.

An inadvertent casual sentence made her laugh, Ye Qiufeng felt a sense of accomplishment, and smiled even brighter.

"It's time to practice." Ye Chen said in a low voice.

Ye Qiufeng was reluctant, but Hua Muyu walked over obediently and took the sword in Ye Chen's hand.

"Father, this is not how to treat guests. She is a guest, not..."

"The little master is here to practice, not to play and be a guest. Look at you, it's not enough for the young master to concentrate."

Ye Qiufeng was upset: "Why did I get reincarnated into you, God."

"What, it's not good to be my son? Am I starving you, or freezing you?" Ye Chen threw the sword to her, but before he could hold it firmly, Ye Chen slipped and the sword fell from above. !

"Hey!" Ye Qiufeng hurriedly dodged to the side, held the sword to hold her back, Ye Chen pressed it with the sword, and the edge of the sword slid to the front of her throat, this time it was obviously a few percent more forceful.

"Good weight!"

"Hmph, this is what the little master bears daily."

"Always compare me to her? I'm not her!"

"Sooner or later, you will become the young master's, of... of... naturally better than her!"

"Why did I become your heir of Ye Chen, my God, come on your own, I want to be reincarnated."

Hua Muyu watched quietly from the side, listening to the father and son bickering and smiling casually from time to time.

Ye Chen just wanted Hua Muyu to relax, so that he wouldn't suffer from heart problems under high pressure.

So the sword returned to its sheath, and it was rare that Ye Qiufeng didn't continue to practice Ye Qiufeng this day. After watching it for a while, he left the palace, acquiescing to Ye Qiufeng's laziness for a day.

The more Hua Muyu stopped talking, the more Ye Qiufeng wanted to tease her to talk, at least to smile.

When she is not smiling, she is as cold as a stone brick, and when she smiles, she is like the sunshine in winter. Although she is still cold, at least she has some warmth.

Not long after, Ye Chen came back from outside, and wanted to send the young master back to Jingling Palace, Ye Qiufeng begged Father, how good it is to practice together, today is really the most relaxing day.

"Hmph, practicing together will only make you lazy." Ye Chen coldly refused.

"No, I will work harder and learn from each other." Hua Muyu subconsciously blurted out.

Both father and daughter were a little caught off guard, and it was rare that she took the initiative to speak up and be her own master.

……

Sure enough, he is a Marquis of Wanhu, capable. From then on, Hua Muyu would come to Jingcheng Palace every morning, not only to practice martial arts, but also to practice writing in the side hall of Jingcheng Palace.

And the lord Hua Jingding came to the Jingcheng Palace more frequently, always drinking tea and chatting with Ye Chen in the Jingcheng Palace.

Ye Qiufeng's martial arts life was very difficult, he had to parry her father's strength, and if she couldn't hold on, she would be seriously injured, so she was trained to the limit every day.

Hua Muyu was in the hall, and the young teacher taught her how to write, and she looked at Ye Qiufeng through the window from time to time.

Ye Qiufeng also often went to see Hua Muyu through the window. Occasionally, when his eyes collided, Ye Qiufeng would hold his sword and smile at her.

……

"Does the Lord often go to Jingling Palace?" Ye Qiufeng asked on the way to send Hua Muyu back to the palace at night.

"Ah."

After a long time and getting older, Ye Qiufeng understood Hua Muyu's situation, and also understood why she took the initiative to mention that she wanted to practice literature and martial arts in Jingcheng Palace.

In Jingcheng Palace, she can suffer less corporal punishment.

Fearing that she would be harshly punished by the lord after she returned to Jingling Palace, Ye Qiufeng personally sent her back every day, guarding outside the palace for a while before leaving in peace.

She was the first friend he knew. Although he was cold, Ye Qiufeng cherished this friend very much. After living in Jingcheng Palace for ten years, thanks to her, his steps finally made it outside Jingcheng Palace.

I also feel sorry for this friend, but she is the little master, and she always has to bear more than others, except that occasionally when I meet the king who is randomly inspected in the Jingcheng Palace, she deliberately pretends to ask three questions, or puts on an expression of admiration and praises her. Clever, to set off Hua Muyu as an excellent little master, or to remind her father to talk more and protect her, she doesn't know what else she can do, to help her avoid corporal punishment.

"Thirty volumes of national laws, twelve chapters on discourses, last time I recited the fourth volume of fighting lawsuits, the next volume is...?"

In the side hall of the bedroom, Hua Jingding paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, Hua Muyu was icy cold from the low air pressure released by his father.

"Volume 25, fraudulent, son, I haven't finished memorizing it yet."

……

This morning, Ye Qiufeng waited for half an hour, but did not see Hua Muyu coming. She had a bad feeling, so she couldn't hold back, and quietly left Jingcheng Palace alone.

The Jingling Palace was completely quiet, the guard General Lang was guarding outside, and the door of the main hall was tightly closed.

Jingling Palace is much bigger than Jingcheng Palace. After searching for a long time, she finally peeped inside the remote and locked harem house. 12-year-old Hua Muyu was curled up and sitting in a dark corner.

Ye Qiufeng tried to unlock the lock but failed. After tossing around for a while, he removed a window, sneaked in, and called "Mu Yu".

She looked up at herself expressionlessly, and the next moment, a smile and tears appeared on her face together.

Not long after, after she wiped away the teardrops, she didn't shed any more tears, but only smiled slightly.

Ye Qiufeng had never seen her cry, just now, it was like seeing a hallucination.

The whip can scratch the clothes. The clothes on her back are intact, but there are obviously more than a dozen scratches caused by the whip marks.

Ye Qiufeng knew that she wanted to be strong, even though he was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, he didn't ask any more questions, just held her hand and stayed with her in the dark corner.

"Light."

"Ok?"

"When you come in through the window, there is light coming in."

Ye Qiufeng was puzzled, and looked around several times.

"It's so dark here, where is the light?"

Behind the window was a towering tree, the light was completely blocked, so she was able to sneak in through the window by hiding.

"Just now, and I was squinted by the light."

……

In the middle of the night, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, Ye Qiufeng took the tools brought out from the Jingcheng Palace, pried the window and the window frame off completely without leaving any traces, and then put it back together.

Wielding the sword again, he chopped off the trunk of the towering tree.

Without the cover of the branches, the sun hanging in the southeast before noon can pass the light through this window and cast it into the dark harem house.

"Obviously not afraid of the dark, what's the point of talking about the light?"

After Ye Qiufeng settled the matter, she pondered for a while, and she came to a conclusion:

Being not afraid of the dark is not afraid of the dark, wanting to see the light and wanting to see the light are two different things.

Furthermore, in case she is locked up again, the pried open window can be pushed open, so that she can sneak out quietly.