After I die, my wife becomes a tyrant

Liang Nanling was excited for a long time before finally dissipating the excitement.

When I came back to my senses, I saw Di Xia and Da Ling like this... It's so good to see Da Ling holding Di Xia tenderly, with a tender expression on his face, and from time to time rubbing his cheek lightly against Di Xia, the picture is a bit beautiful and touching .

"Don't bother the two of you and continue your relationship, I will resign..."

"Hey, wait a minute."

Ye Qiufeng subconsciously called her to stop, and when he heard Daling's voice...he remembered the torture he had suffered earlier, and couldn't help crying again when he heard Daling's torture, and couldn't bear to ask, the voice, eyes, and... ...whether suffered anything else.

"do not Cry."

Ye Qiufeng smiled at her, then leaned closer to Hua Muyu's ear and whispered a few words, Hua Muyu's already blush cheeks turned even redder.

"Quickly ask, I'm embarrassed to call someone else, it's better to keep this kind of thing private."

"You ask, I'm sorry."

The two of them bit their ears awkwardly, Liang Nanling was a little puzzled:

"What order?"

"Ahem," seeing that Hua Muyu was thinner than himself, she had to come by herself, and waved to Liang Nanling. When she sat on the bedside, Ye Qiufeng shyly shone, and said in a low voice:

"Get me some... that picture."

"Huh?" Liang Nanling didn't understand.

"That, Tsubaki Palace Map..."

"..."

"Get more."

"..."

Liang Nanling blushed and left, the two looked at each other and smiled shyly.

Ye Qiufeng has been pressed on the bed for the past few days, although it is wonderful enough to be frank with his sweetheart and kiss, but he also knows that there is still something missing, and he doesn't know what to do with it, so he should... learn from it.

"She's very tight-lipped, don't worry." Ye Qiufeng whispered with a blushing face.

Hua Muyu pursed her lips and left her embrace, sat on the edge of the bed and got out of bed. In fact, she also had a backache, and she really couldn't stand it after lying down for too long.

"Go see father Weng, I will ask the doctor to go to Jingcheng Palace, where you can rest and recuperate your body."

"it is good."

In front of the bronze mirror, Hua Muyu changed her clothes and combed her hair.

Silently, Hua Muyu dressed her in a pure white gown without any embroidery, and the belt was also a white satin.

Ye Qiufeng didn't think much about it, and walked slowly towards Jingcheng Palace with two crutches, accompanied by Hua Muyu.

In the spring pavilion of the palace courtyard, Ye Chen was drinking tea, dazed and distracted, when he heard a slight movement in the distance, he raised his eyes inadvertently, and his expression froze immediately.

"Father, I'm back." Ye Qiufeng's eyes were red, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks as he looked at his father, who was slightly thin like a little old man.

Ye Chen was over half a century old, his mind was a little dull, he couldn't react to what he saw for a long time, and when he did, his hands were trembling like sieves.

"My son... Autumn Wind..."

Ye Chen rushed over with tears in his eyes, and hugged Ye Qiufeng.

Hearing his father's distressed cry, Ye Qiufeng tried several times to suppress the tears, but to no avail, so he had to let the tears overflow wantonly.

Seeing the deep scar on Ye Qiufeng's wrist, Ye Chen couldn't help crying:

"Father was late, I'm sorry, Father made you suffer so much."

"How can you blame Yu, father and mother?"

Ye Chen's sadness became stronger, and Hua Muyu also turned away. The mistakes made in the court, for her, were her faults.

"Your mother kissed her... passed away three years ago due to illness from thinking."

Ye Qiufeng felt a huge pain in his heart, and for a moment he collapsed and sat on the ground, crying uncontrollably.

Hua Muyu and Ye Chen helped her up together. The smell of sandalwood echoed in the main hall. In front of the coffin, Ye Qiufeng kowtowed to the ground, crying bitterly and kowtowed nine times. After that, he knelt on the ground for a long time, tears uncontrollable.

Life, it hurts.

……

For many days, Ye Qiufeng was a little distracted and lost his mind from time to time. When he regained his mind, time had passed for more than half an hour without a trace.

Doctors recruited from all over came to the palace one after another, and Ye Qiufeng asked people to bring Buyu into the palace. How the doctor should take care of him could only be carried out with Buyu's approval.

Not to be confused, there are three acres of Susukida in the Daoist Temple in Chuzhou, two acres of grain, and one mu of herbs. The survival of my life depends on the herbs he grows.

Some doctors suggested taking datura grass to paralyze the body and repair the vocal folds. There is no doubt that datura grass is too poisonous. Ye Qiufeng's body with insufficient energy and blood could not bear it, so he had to recuperate for a few months. Blood, while deciding on a treatment method.

The vocal folds need to be repaired, and the tendons of the hands and hamstrings should be re-sewed to prevent the fragile connection that has been healed at the moment from breaking if it is accidentally overstressed.

Only then did she know that when she sewed for herself, she couldn't bear to do it, even though it made her feel like dying, and there was no mandala grass in the territory of Yue, so she had to find it from Zhunian (India) .

On the Zhu case in the inner hall, more than 5000 copies of the document had been piled up. Hua Muyu wanted to stay with Ye Qiufeng all the time, but the document could not be delayed any longer, so she directly arranged Ye Qiufeng to recuperate in the inner hall, and stayed under her nose Only then can she calm down a little and deal with the matter one after another.

Ye Qiufeng didn't want to be known that she was back yet. He put on a mask all day long, and the courtiers who came and went to the inner palace to deliver the documents would give her suspicious glances.

There are many familiar faces.

Yin Rui, the violent and stubborn donkey governor of Chuzhou, is now in charge of Weiwei Temple;

Zhang Mingzhong, the literary and Confucian governor of Yuezhou, is now the Minister of the Ministry of War;

Xiao Wenshan, her former confidant, is already the commander of the South Route Army of the Valiant Army, commanding the [-] South Route Army;

My father has long since retired (retired) and no longer leads the Yijin Army. Lu Rong, who has made great contributions in suppressing the rebellion earlier, and other Yijin Army generals, are all in charge of the Yijin Army.

The palace formed another guard army of [-] people, and only listened to Hua Muyu's orders.

The external situation of Yue State was changing, and more than a dozen vassal states were vigilant against each other and even went to war all year round. As a result, Yue State still needed to support 40 troops to deter neighboring countries from acting rashly.

In other words, every five households recruited one soldier. From ancient times to the present, the military-to-civilian ratio in the Three Kingdoms period was so exaggerated, and the burden was also huge.

Recalling that earlier, Ye Qiufeng was often curious about the content of her affairs, so he beckoned her to sit over, and held hands with her fingers tightly under Zhu's case, and dealt with her together, not caring about the criticism from the courtiers who came and went.

Liang Nanling whispered a few words in Hua Muyu's ear to avoid being heard by Ye Qiufeng.

But she still heard the word "spiritual grass".

"Force him to quit, he can quit." Ye Qiufeng said silently.

Hua Muyu lowered her eyes silently, then nodded with a faint smile.

……

Three months later, Ye Qiufeng had been lying on the bed for more than two months, and he felt prolonged pain in his wrists, ankles, and throat again. Datura grass is also addictive because it can relieve pain.

She didn't want to get involved in these bad habits, so she chose to grit her teeth and endure it. Hua Muyu stood beside her lovingly, taking good care of her. Apart from serving tea and water, she could do very little, let alone what she couldn't bear for her.

Ye Qiufeng didn't want to delay her dealing with state affairs, so he just asked Buyou to accompany her.

When the pain finally dissipated, her feet touched the ground, her ankles were still slightly sore, but she was able to stand still, and her speech was much better than before, but her voice was still low and hoarse, and there was no possibility of returning to the way it was before, but she was satisfied.

It's good to exercise for a period of time, and this body can return to its usual five achievements.

"No confusion, is the hexagram revealed?" Ye Qiufeng asked.

Shaking his head without confusion:

"On the ninth day of the ninth day, the grass is pulled out, on the second day of the ninth day there is a shortage, on the third day of the ninth day there are ups and downs, on the sixth/fourth day it is graceful, on the sixth day it is the younger sister, on the sixth day it is the god of rebirth."

[The hexagram has six lines, and each line has its own meaning, which can be simply understood as the meanings of 123456 lines, which will happen one after another. ]

[Pianpian: The fate of the country is like birds flying down. ]

[Fuhuang: The way of the monarch is in danger, the country is ruined and the family is destroyed. ]

"I don't understand what it means to pull out the hair. I only know that returning to my sister is a marriage. If I don't come back, Mu Yu will have to marry someone else as a wife. Like her five brothers 30 years ago, they were killed as protons." .”

Ye Qiufeng feels that this world is an unbreakable cycle of reincarnation, and people always walk on the road of repeating the same mistakes.

Deciphering the oracle is a bit difficult.

"When you try to break it, it will be the day to reveal the hexagram."

"When I came back, I was trying to break it, but it didn't show up yet."

"How many people know that you are back? The person who should know has not. When that person finds out, you will know what 'pulling the hair' means."

It took a lot of brainpower to communicate with Buyu. After talking for a long time, it was like not talking, and it made me feel uneasy.

Distraught, Ye Qiufeng put on his mask and went to Jingcheng Palace, wanting to ask his father to practice sword with him.

As soon as Fang arrived, he saw a somewhat strange figure from the back, dragging his limp legs towards the spring pavilion. There were three other guests in the spring pavilion, who seemed to come to drink tea and chat with his father.

After the person sat down and looked over, Ye Qiufeng recognized that it was Xiao Yongchang.

Xiao Yongchang looked at her suspiciously, she put on a mask and couldn't recognize who she was.

"My son? Come here, let's drink tea together." Ye Chen smiled and waved at her.

"Son?"

Xiao Yongchang couldn't react in time, Ye Qiufeng raised his hand and took off his mask.

"Long time no see, Da Xiao."

Xiao Yongchang was first shocked and then pleasantly surprised, subconsciously dragged his legs and stood up:

"Your envoy? Your envoy...that's great, you're still alive."

"Seven thousand generals of the brave army died in vain. Fortunately, you did not die in vain."

Thinking of his colleagues who died in vain, Xiao Yongchang burst into tears in grief, crying uncontrollably.

"Back then, because Hua Chang'an secretly communicated with foreign enemies, Huzhou was attacked from three sides. 8000 people died in vain, and more than [-] were disabled. You have nothing to cry about!"

"There are so many people who died and they didn't keep it. Three of the six counties in Huzhou lost three, and four of the seven counties in Suzhou lost them. They were almost killed in the capital. Naigong, hate, hate with gnashing teeth."

Ye Qiufeng wept silently, he was really not suitable to be a military officer, his heart was too fragile, he couldn't bear much impact, he wanted to cry when he was in pain, and he could cry out more than half a bowl of tears when he cried.

……

On the first day of May, early morning.

With dull eyes, Hua Chang'an walked from the side hall to the throne, and Hua Muyu was already sitting on the side.

The courtiers entered the hall one after another and lined up in two rows, standing on the left and right.

After waiting for a while, Hua Muyu did not signal the courtiers to perform the morning salute, Hua Changan raised his eyes in doubt, and looked outside the hall.

Ye Qiufeng put on a mask that covered half of his right face, walked slowly outside the hall, raised his foot and stepped over the threshold, looking calmly at Hua Changan.

Hua Changan stared at Ye Qiufeng. In the silence, the doubts in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his eyes gradually widened, revealing fear.

"boom……"

Outside the hall, the clear blue sky suddenly darkened, and there was a low thunderclap.

Strolling around in the palace, Buyu heard the thunder and raised his eyes to the sky:

"It's revealed."