After I die, my wife becomes a tyrant

When they got married at the age of 15, neither of them knew the meaning of marriage until the night of their marriage. people know...

The two stayed awkward all night, Ye Qiufeng used the bed curtain as a cover, and asked the accompanying maid to see them "consummating the room" through the shadow of the curtain, as if taking off each other's clothes, then lay down slowly, and supported Hua Muyu's body for a long time .

The two turned their heads away from each other, panting nervously, and their heads were hot.

After finally sending away the accompanying maid, Ye Qiufeng looked at Hua Muyu under him, and really wanted to look at her neck, want to have sex with her, look at her lips, and want to touch her, just like in the Enlightenment Atlas. , wanted to touch her face, wanted to smell her faint body fragrance for a while, as for the content behind the album, forget it, she didn't have that ability, and she was ashamed to look directly at it.

But after Hua Muyu left the room maid, she pushed her away, and the two of them lay back to back and stayed up until dawn with their eyes open.

After recovering from the embarrassing past, Ye Qiufeng stood up, put down the bed curtain, and mouthed to Hua Muyu, "Go in."

Hua Muyu looked reluctant, so she could only move back and sit on the bed.

The surroundings were so quiet that even breathing could be heard clearly, and she could almost hear her own heartbeat. Hua Muyu clenched her hands tightly, her cheeks flushed with heat.

Ye Qiufeng had already blushed like a monkey's ass, and he didn't even have the courage to look at each other. They lowered their heads and avoided face-to-face.

In the end, in order not to make the situation look abnormal, Ye Qiufeng plucked up the courage, turned his head away, raised his hands, and took off her robe.

Hua Muyu was nervous and hot. When she took off her coat, Ye Qiufeng was very close. There was a light smell on her body. I couldn't tell what it was like, but it smelled good, refreshing and clean.

The time is long and tormented, no, it’s not suffering, it’s what I want, but I don’t dare to have the courage to expect to get it, and the temptation|tempting thoughts of wanting come up frequently.

When only the white lining was left, the air in the bed tent seemed to be heated. Ye Qiufeng hurriedly took off his robe, rolled up his sleeves, and exposed his bare arms, so as to create the illusion of being naked. The clothes that were taken off were put outside through the bed net.

The accompanying maid watched from a distance, and said in her heart: At the first moment of Haichu, husband and wife respect each other.

Ye Qiufeng helped her shoulders and told her to lie down, then turned his head away with his eyes closed, and boldly leaned on her body.

Hua Muyu was afraid of being discovered by her, her heart was about to jump out, her whole body was so hot that her blood was boiled.

The severe knife wound on Ye Qiufeng's right arm hurt so badly when she was doing a plank, and her whole arm was so painful that she instantly lost strength.

Leaning her body, her lips brushed Hua Muyu's cheek, and fell to her side face.

The strange touch made the caller Hua Muyu stunned and then angry, her head was hot, and she raised her hand and slapped her on the left side of the face.

"Shhh!" Ye Qiufeng raised his painful right hand and firmly grasped the hand she wanted to slap.

"Hiss, it hurts!" Hua Muyu couldn't help screaming angrily when her wrist hurt.

"Then, let me take it easy, don't..."

Before she finished speaking, Hua Muyu raised her left hand, and twisted her right arm hard.

"Hiss! Don't twist there! It hurts!"

Ye Qiufeng twisted his facial features in pain, and mouthed: "Sword wound."

Hua Muyu's heart twitched, and she hurriedly sat up: "Does it hurt? Show me."

"It's okay, it won't hurt in a while."

"Really?"

Outside the tent, the accompanying maid looked at the figures of the two of them through the bed curtain, and murmured:

"The suzerain hadn't done anything for a long time, and he cried out in pain jerkyly. He accidentally twisted his body in anger, and got up to check. Shifeng was not injured."

After confirming that the intercourse was done, the accompanying maid quietly left and went to the palace prison, and the master book recorded the above records.

Hua Muyu didn't notice that outside the bed tent, the accompanying maid had already left, but she only knew that Ye Qiufeng's knife wound was bleeding again due to the excessive force just now.

It should be very painful, and I should ask where I got such a serious injury, but Hua Muyu's tongue is inexplicably knotted and can't express her concern. After Ye Qiufeng re-tightens the wound with a cloth strip, he looks through the gap. Looking outside, I saw that the accompanying maid had already left.

I can't figure out how to walk so fast this time. Last time... five years ago, when the maid was bridal, the maid stood outside for more than half an hour, Ye Qiufeng propped herself up, and sweat dripped from her forehead to her body.

That's right, Hua Muyu didn't think about it any more. After relaxing, she turned her back and turned her weary body to sleep.

Ye Qiufeng's right arm hurts, so he can only lie flat, raising his eyes from time to time to see Hua Muyu's back, wondering if she is asleep.

The arm hurts, no matter how you move it, it hurts into the bone, so I stretched out the arm tentatively, and put my hand on the top of Hua Muyu's head, so that I can avoid touching the wound, which makes me feel much better.

Ye Qiufeng still remembers that when Hua Muyu was a child, she often had headaches. When she was studying essays together, he would often help her knead the Fengchi point on the back of the head, the Tianchong point on the tip of the ears, and the Dangyang point on the top of the head. No more headaches.

"Are you asleep?" Ye Qiufeng asked tentatively.

Hua Muyu slowly opened her eyes and said "no".

"Well, do you still have a headache recently?"

Someday I won't have a headache: "No."

One sentence also brought back her memory.

Recalling that when he was young, Ye Qiufeng pressed the acupoints for himself every day, and said that he learned them specially for himself. Those three acupoints were all for headaches.

Hua Muyu turned around inadvertently, lay flat, raised her eyes, and saw her hands on top of her head.

The anger erupted subconsciously, and Hua Muyu raised his hand to give him a severe beating.

Ye Qiufeng was extremely sensitive, so he quickly grabbed her wrist, thinking that it would be useful to clasp his fingers, he grabbed her with his left hand, and locked her with his right hand.

"My right arm is hurt and it hurts even if I move it."

"Besides, you and I have grown up weakly, and if we fight again, we will be suspected of abuse|abuse."

Hua Muyu didn't know where she got so angry. Anyway, when she saw Ye Qiufeng, she wanted to get angry. She stared at her, and tentatively withdrew her hand, but was grabbed lightly, and couldn't move.

Holding hands, Ye Qiufeng felt the warmth from her palm, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently turned up, revealing a faint smile.

Ye Qiufeng's hands are very hot, not soft, but strong and strong with distinct bones and fingers. This is the characteristic of martial arts practitioners. When I was young, I was used to holding hands. After growing up, I held hands again after so many years, but it was not the same as when I was young. feeling.

As a child, it was natural.

Now, it always evokes desire and dissatisfaction, but I know that it is greed that shouldn't be there.

While her mind was full of thoughts, Hua Muyu noticed that her index finger was being gently rubbed, and Ye Qiufeng was touching her index finger with his thumb.

Ye Qiufeng was already asleep, and the movements of his hands seemed to be unconscious.

"Autumn wind." Hua Muyu turned slightly sideways, looked at her side face, and called softly.

no respond.

Hua Muyu smiled bitterly: "I'm so tired."

……

When she woke up in the morning, Ye Qiufeng had already left, and touched the half of the bed where she stayed overnight, there was no temperature, as if she had already left before dawn.

Xing'er waited for her to wash, Hua Muyu said:

"Xing'er, from now on, you will follow Xiao Yehou, and Chu Gong will follow."

"..."

When Liang Nanling received the report from General Lang, she was still thinking about the clues.

She talked with Zhang Mingzhong a few times, the Zhou family has always been very rich, before Zhang Mingzhong became an official, his family was poor, and it was his cousin Zhou Shaokang who extended a helping hand to him to help him persevere.

Zhang Mingzhong was grateful for this kindness, so he would visit Zhou's house several times a month, but over the years, eight out of ten times when he visited Zhou's house, he did not see Zhou Shaokang.

He didn't pay much attention to what Zhou Shaokang did before, he only knew that his family was well-off, but he didn't know what his career was.

Now that I think about it, the property of the Zhou family is indeed of unknown origin, and only my cousin Zhou Shaokang is the sole breadwinner.

The case has no clue yet, and she only knows that it is a hot potato. At this time, she has been dismissed as a detailed judge, and she can guess the intention of the order——

Danger.

But she was not willing to just withdraw like this.

The source of the property is unknown, not even the governor Zhang who has been with him for more than ten years, which shows that Zhou Shaokang is engaged in a secret business, which cannot be known by others, and it also shows that this handle is an old one.

She decided to go to the scene of the crime once before she was dismissed. She was not allowed to go before because she was afraid that she would be frightened, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

When the operation passed through Nanshi, Nanshi was still crowded with people as usual, but pedestrians obviously deliberately avoided the haunted house for fear of getting bad luck.

Seeing the pedestrians like this, Liang Nanling's heart began to beat. Looking at the gloomy house not far away, her footsteps gradually slowed down, and she felt timid.

A chill floated from the bottom of her heart, Liang Nanling thought, the haunted house still has this ability, and her whole body began to freeze.

No, this chill doesn't seem to come from the bottom of my heart, but...

behind?

As soon as this idea came up, Liang Nanling's whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

She didn't dare to look back, so she could only bite the bullet and move on.

The icy chill coming from behind was getting stronger and stronger. When it was time to turn around and walk towards the gate of the haunted house, Liang Nanling tensed her scalp and continued walking straight, pretending that she was just passing by.

In the torment, I continued to walk for about half a quarter of an hour, and the chill finally gradually dissipated.

Looking back, the passers-by were as usual, and there was no suspicious person.

Am I thinking too much?

……

Inside the alley, a man with a dark complexion and cold eyes squinted at Liang Nanling. Seeing that Liang Nanling had gone far away, he put away the coldness in his eyes and left the alley.

Liang Nanling borrowed a horse from the state capital of Yuezhou, rode the horse and galloped straight to the west mansion.

On the way, she thought of a possibility——

Daling said that the ashes of spirit grass not only appeared in the house of the female victim, but also in the house where Zhou Shaokang stayed, but the distribution was very scattered and almost impossible to detect, which means.

Zhou Shaokang may also be a drug addict.

Combined with the speculation that the source of property is unknown, he may also be a killer?

The killer was silenced because he knew too much, this reasoning is too established!

Under the gallop of the horse, it took less than two quarters from the East Mansion to the West Mansion, and they came to the outside of the palace.

After Ye Qiufeng was called out by General Lang, she brought Liang Nanling into the palace, found a remote palace alley, and the two of them slipped in one after the other.

Myolie was just outside, following her all the time, very annoying.

At the moment, he was also at the entrance of the alley, staring at them.

"I know there is more than one killer." Ye Qiufeng whispered.

"How do you know?" Liang Nanling was surprised.

Ye Qiufeng gave Xing'er a wary look, then turned his back to the entrance of the alley, loosened the collar of his outer robe, and showed Liang Nanling the injury on his arm.

The depth of the wound was shocking, and it was a flying blade thrown from the air, which shows how capable the killer is. If the killer decides to assassinate, the victim may only suffer helplessly.

"Da Ling, you are a military officer. How can ordinary people resist such viciousness?" Liang Nanling was a little scared, and raised her hand without thinking twice, helping her straighten her robe:

"If I don't help, do you have someone else to help?"

"Don't check it anymore, just leave it to me. It's too dangerous. I don't want to lose your right-hand man, and I'm thinking that there are people like you in Juzhang County to take over."

"With my ability, I can't do anything. I have enough energy to spare." Being appreciated by Daling, Liang Nanling was full of satisfaction. In her opinion, Daling was shining:

"You must be careful, don't... don't get hurt again." I feel that this concern is a bit out of bounds.

"There is a specialization in the art industry, you can take care of Juzhang County. By the way, don't ask Zhang Shishi to investigate. There may be killers in the palace. It is also very dangerous for you to come to the West Mansion. Go back quickly."

Just in case Liang Nanling was being targeted, Ye Qiufeng could only "Meng Lang" once more, put his arms around her waist, chatted and laughed intimately, and walked out of the palace with eyes full of reluctance.

Liang Nanling's face was almost burnt.

"I'll see you again when I'm free." Ye Qiufeng blinked at her with an affectionate smile.

"I'm about to be straightened by you, Da Ling." Liang Nanling murmured in a low voice, her scalp was hardened, she nodded and turned her head away, blushing and riding away.

Xing'er has been staring at the two of them, from her point of view, the two of them are biting each other's ears, full of smiles, love each other, love each other, like glue.

The little lady was still touching Xiao Yehou's shoulder, pulling and straightening the outer robe, tsk.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, Xing'er stomped her feet angrily, turned around and walked towards the inner hall——

Go make a small report.

Hua Muyu was thinking about military expansion, Xing'er couldn't hold back for a moment, and spoke directly, disturbing Hua Muyu's thoughts.

After listening to Xing'er's vivid chirping, when she came back to her senses, the matter in her hand had been squeezed into a ball of waste paper by her.

"Remember to summon tonight." Hua Muyu said lightly, all the majestic aura subdued from the bottom of her heart.

"Under the mansion! Still summoning? How dare Xiao Yehou openly flirt with that little lady! He hooked his shoulders! He hugged his waist! He even pulled his outer robe..."

"Okay, let's go down, remember to call."

Hua Muyu frowned lightly, and lowered her voice, even though Xing'er wanted to show off her anger, she could only suppress her anger, stomp her feet, and leave the inner hall angrily.

In the corner below the Zhu case, there is a porcelain vase.

Ye Qiufeng's injury is a bit serious, this is the dragon bone powder specially prepared for her, it has special effects on treating skin and flesh injuries.

This extremely rational mind was cultivated since she was a child. In a fit of rage, she replaced dragon bone powder with sulfuric acid, and she felt that she could do it.

Because, she didn't know the reason, she had never lost her temper with anyone, but since she was in prison, whenever she saw Ye Qiufeng, she couldn't suppress her anger and lost her temper with her uncontrollably.

I can't go get the medicine bottle now, she is also a martial arts practitioner since she was a child, but the strength of her martial arts practice is less than [-]% of Ye Qiufeng's, if she goes to get it now, she can easily crush the porcelain bottle.

……

It was night, and Ye Qiufeng was called to Jingling Palace. She was sure that Hua Muyu's call for two days in a row was to complete the state affairs, and it was estimated that he would call every day until the state affairs were completed.

In the dormitory, the accompanying maid was already there, really, Buddha.

For some reason, after putting down the bed curtain and sitting on the bed facing each other, Hua Muyu just stared at her coldly and didn't speak.

Ye Qiufeng tried to take off her coat, but she was indifferent, just staring at him coldly.

Oh oh oh, now that I think about it, it must be Myolie who made a small report.

Before taking off his outer robe, Ye Qiufeng leaned close to her ear, and just about to speak, he received a loud slap on the face, leaving Ye Qiufeng stunned.

"Can you... hey hey hey." He only said four words, and his ears were twisted twice.

Out of anger, Ye Qiufeng pressed her shoulders vigorously, and in a low voice, he gritted his back molars:

"If you want to kill or cut, let's get rid of the Buddha standing outside, okay?"

After speaking, Ye Qiufeng seemed to notice that Hua Muyu's eye sockets were a little red?illusion?Although it may be an illusion, the feeling of distress still surges.

We have practiced literature and martial arts together for five years, and we have known each other for 11 years. I only saw her cry once, when she was 12 years old, when she was confined in the harem of Jingling Palace, and when she slipped in through the window, she said nothing.

When he came back to his senses, the illusion had disappeared, Hua Muyu's eyes were only cold.

Ye Qiufeng had no choice but to put away the self-indulgent sentimentality brought about by the illusion, and continued to hold her shoulders hard, and explained with breathing sounds next to her ear:

"This injury was hit by the suspect in that case with a flying knife. Liang Zi, uh, Liang Shaoling is assisting in the investigation. He didn't want to leak the news, so he was just acting like that."

After explaining, Ye Qiufeng scratched his head in doubt:

"Why should I explain this to you?"

You don't like me, and you didn't question me, let alone being jealous.

"I'm secretly investigating, don't tell anyone, please."

Next to Hua Muyu's ear, tickled by the sound of breathing, seeing her stunned, the anger in her chest suddenly dissipated a little, her explanation was consistent with her own reasoning, and the anger dissipated a little more.

When looking down at her side cheek, Ye Qiufeng also turned to look at her tentatively.

Looking at each other closely, Ye Qiufeng's head became hot, he couldn't help staring at her lips, and swallowed subconsciously.

I really want to kiss.Ye Qiufeng was about to go crazy, and she also knew that if she really kissed her, her life would really be in her hands, and she could live up to now, in fact, all depended on her willingness to keep her secret.

Hua Muyu was dizzy from the reverberating warm breath.

"Cough cough."

Ye Qiufeng cleared his throat and pulled himself back to his senses, took off his robe and stuffed it outside the bed curtain, and when he helped her to lie down, the sharpness in Hua Muyu's eyes disappeared almost, and Ye Qiufeng gave her a faint (bitter) smile.

The body is covered with a refreshing and clean body fragrance, tormenting.Hua Muyu thought to herself.

Suppressing the hotness in her body and chest, she reached out her hand from under the pillow and took out the porcelain bottle, mouthing: "I'll give you medicine for the knife wound."

Ye Qiufeng smiled and nodded, Hua Muyu looked at her face from bottom to top, feeling dizzy again.

Caught off guard, Ye Qiufeng pressed on her first, then turned around, and his posture changed to Hua Muyu pressing on her.

The speed was so fast that Hua Muyu was stunned and stared at her with wide eyes.

Ye Qiufeng pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, and said, "There is no rule that I must be on top."

Hua Muyu tried her best to support her elbows, glared at her angrily, and mouthed: "I'm not as strong as you, I can't hold it."

"Then lie on your stomach." Ye Qiufeng mouthed, put his arm around her back, and gently hugged her with his left hand.

Hua Muyu was completely attached to her body, her body temperature was slightly higher, lying on her body like this, although there was panic and shame, it was comfortable and drowsy.

Her heart was beating wildly, it was so warm and comfortable, and inadvertently, a smile crossed her face.

Calming down, Hua Muyu lifted off her white inner lining, exposing the knife wound, just leaning against her body, slightly propped up her upper body, and applied dragon bone powder to the wound.

Ye Qiufeng could smell the body fragrance coming from her neck, the ecstasy-like fragrance, it was terrible, her body was still so close, it was going to catch fire.

Unconsciously, he swallowed again.

Hua Muyu saw her shallow Adam's apple, and it jumped up and down.

She thought to herself: You... like me?

But thinking about it, she ran away for five years and only came back in the last few days, thinking too much.

"You help me apply the medicine, and in return, I'll press Fengchi, Tianchong and Dangyang points for you, just like before, I remember you said, it's quite comfortable."

With the sound of warm and itchy breathing next to her ear, Hua Muyu put her inner lining back on and nodded at the same time.

"The injury on your leg is not healed either, so please take some medicine by the way."

"Okay, Mrs. Lao." Ye Qiufeng grinned and arched his legs at the same time.

Hua Muyu propped up her upper body and moved back, sat and bowed her waist, lowered her head, looked at her calf from bottom to top, and applied dragon bone powder to the wound with gentle strength.

"Hiss, lightly, hiss, heh, hiss, heh."

"Ah."

Outside the tent, the accompanying maid is thinking about what words to use to concisely record.

She saw that in the bed tent, Xiao Yehou first supported Dixia's shoulders, sat and kissed for a long time, then Xiaoyehou was on top for a long time, and then changed to Dixia on top, and Dixia was now lying under it, Xiaoyehou Hissing, please be gentle, Dixia is still too jerky.

Um.Let the master of the palace guard record how he wants to record it. After thinking about it, the accompanying maid quietly left.

After taking the medicine, Hua Muyu glanced outside, and the maid in the room left. Although she didn't know why she left so easily, she didn't want to think too much about it. It's good to go, so I can sleep well.

Sleep...want to sleep on her.

Put away this thought, turn sideways as usual, with your back to Ye Qiufeng.

Ye Qiufeng raised his hand to fulfill the appointment, rubbing and massaging the acupuncture points for her headache, looking at her back, his thoughts recalled that dark corner again.

He couldn't help leaning behind her, next to her ear, and whispered in a low voice:

"Mu Yu."

"Ok?"

"I want to hold you."

Hua Muyu turned around and slapped her in the blink of an eye, so fast that she couldn't even react in time.

Ye Qiufeng had expected it a long time ago. She could have avoided it, but she didn't intend to. There were five finger marks on her face, and the corner of her mouth still curled into a smile:

"You help me apply the medicine, I rub it for you, you slap me, I hug you, it's fair."

After finishing speaking, Ye Qiufeng rolled from her body to the inside of the bed, behind her, hugged her with his left hand, circled with his right hand, and clasped the fingers of both hands tightly and locked them, all movements were done neatly in one go.

"Let go." Hua Muyu was out of breath, and the warm breath from the back of her neck made her even more out of breath.

"You've already been beaten. If you don't hug me, it's useless. Go to sleep."

Ye Qiufeng hugged her arms tightly, wanted to rub her hair, but didn't dare, now he has the courage to hug her and lock him to death, tomorrow he has to put incense on the ancestors, thank the ancestors for giving him courage.

The back is very warm, so warm that Hua Muyu feels drowsy intermittently.

"I'll clean you up when I wake up tomorrow morning."

With a murmur, sleepiness gradually deepened, and the following conversations were all unconscious fugues.

"Tomorrow morning you will go to court, and the king will clean it up for you."

"He belongs to him, and I belong to me."

"Death is death, it's worth it."