Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 108 Digging the Grave
Outside the city of Shanglin County, there are layers of staggered, rolling green hills. The mountains are low and gentle, and the scenery is beautiful. However, except for major festivals such as Qingming or "sending cold clothes" to worship and sweep graves, there are few people on weekdays.

"They're right. Even walking in the mountains and forests under a clear sky and broad daylight makes one feel spooky and uncomfortable."

A group of people walked on a quiet and secluded path, the luxuriant and intertwined branches blocked the sunlight, and cast shadows over everyone.

Zhu Yan walked and watched, rubbed her arms with her hands with her mouth pursed, and looked at the person beside her who looked normal and even enjoyed the scenery leisurely, and muttered: "Girl, can't you react like a normal woman?"

"What's the reaction?"

Su Rao looked back at him, suddenly raised her hand, covered her face with her sleeves, lowered her brows and eyes, looked frightened, and shouted softly: "Oh, my God, it's so scary, a strong man save me..."

Zhu Yan: "..."

"Girl, your acting is too exaggerated."

"Then what do you think a normal woman should do?"

Su Rao's hanging sleeves returned to normal in an instant, she shook her head and looked at him with a smile, her feet kept walking.

Zhu Yan rubbed her smooth chin, thought for a while, and said slowly: "Don't say that the pear blossoms are raining, and you are terrified, at least there should be tears in your eyes, and you are terrified, right?"

"No."

She waved her hand, "I finally know why no one cares about the books you wrote, and they will be used as table legs."

"Why?"

Zhu Yan's expression straightened, and she approached her with a smiling face like a dog's leg, and bowed to her pretendingly, "May I ask you to enlighten me."

"What do you think of me?"

Su Rao asked.

"Is it that direct?"

Zhu Yan was dumbfounded, and before his brain could react, his mouth had already conditioned to reply: "The girl naturally has the posture of sinking fish and wild goose, the appearance of closing the moon and shameful flowers, the fairy posture is gorgeous, elegant and refined..."

"I didn't say that!"

Su Rao couldn't help laughing.

"what is that?"

"Look, after listening to my question, your first reaction is to praise your appearance, but women are worth mentioning, is it only the appearance that remains?"

"That was not what I meant……"

Zhu Yan was startled to realize that she had flattered the horse's leg, and hurriedly wanted to explain, but she heard her say again: "It's true that women from aristocratic clans have been pampered since childhood, but they are proficient in poetry and books, and they are really inferior to men in terms of talent and vision. ?”

"Although the girls who grow up wildly in the countryside are illiterate and have rough etiquette, they are smart, capable, tough and brave."

"What I want to tell you is that there are thousands of people and faces in this world, and it is impossible to generalize them. A man comes out and becomes a minister, Wen Neng can write a pen to make the world safe, martial arts can set the world immediately, and there are many heroes like Liu Tang and other idiots. Bao, and the treacherous villains like Song Daiyan."

"And women are the same, some are gentle and delicate, some are rough and domineering... They are flesh and blood, fresh and agile, and should not be defined..."

After the words fell, there was a long silence in the forest.

Zhu Yan came back to her senses and looked at her excitedly, "I think you're right, girl, it's because I look at everything according to the stereotypes I have drawn in my mind that my vision is limited and I can't write interesting stories. .”

"Girl, you are really my lucky star!"

By the time they spoke, the group had already reached halfway up the mountain. This time, Zhu Yan learned to be smart. He knew that he had to do physical work, and he specially ordered a few government servants to follow him.

"How long will it be?"

Zhu Yan raised his voice and asked.

The yamen servants who were leading the way stopped at the sound, raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, and said respectfully, "Go back to your lord, just pass the forest ahead."

There are clumps of dense and slender bamboos growing on both sides of the path, and the winding path leads to seclusion, which is very elegant.

Everyone passed through the forest, and finally found the tomb of the concubine's room in a depression.

Compared with other simple tombstone forests, the one built here is more majestic. Zhuyan walked around twice and said in shock: "Not to mention anything else, Song Daiyan is really kind to his little concubine. Even Mrs. Tou may not be treated like this."

"What your lord said is that after the death of this concubine, the Song family has not added any more women. We all say in private that he has deep affection and righteousness."

The yamen servant next to him said along the way.

"I didn't see that he still has such a side."

Zhu Yan shook her head and sighed softly, turned around and was about to ask Su Rao where to start digging, when she saw her standing in front of the tombstone, a sneer appeared on her porcelain white face.

"Girl, what's wrong?"

"If he is really affectionate, he should come here to pay homage to him from time to time, but do you think someone has been to this place?"

It is humid here, and the vegetation is lush.

Earthen tombs and wooden monuments must be weeded frequently so as not to be completely buried, but the tomb of this concubine's room was made of stone, and it is difficult to distinguish the traces at a glance.

After being reminded by Su Rao, several people realized that something was wrong.

"There are no sacrifices, no incense candles, and even the traces of burning paper money are very old, and you can't find them without wiping away the dust and fallen leaves."

Zhu Yan turned around carefully after hearing the words, "This man is really strange, you say he is ruthless, he spent a lot of time building this stone tomb, you say he is affectionate, and he doesn't come to sacrifice , what is the reason for this?"

"Maybe it's because of Qi Xiang's face."

After saying that, Su Rao didn't want to waste any more time, and directly said to those yamen servants: "I'm sorry to bother you, let's do it."

"There will be a lot of gray and soil later, girl, let's go to the side to rest, and you will come back after we fix it."

She couldn't help here, so Su Rao walked to the side and waited under the shadow of a tree as promised, while the yamen servants started digging the grave with their shovels in hand.

Zhu Yan took out the pen and paper that she carried with her, and squatted aside, not knowing what to write, while writing, she smiled slyly, occasionally laughing so hard that her body felt convulsed.

The mountain breeze is cool, rolling up the fallen leaves and flying in mid-air.

The stone slabs were pried open, and the earth bag was gradually dug up. The yamen servants lifted the coffin out from the bottom of the pit, and it fell to the ground with a bang, instantly shaking up countless dust.

"Girl, you can open the coffin."

Su Rao walked over slowly, bowed her hands to the coffin, then nodded to Zhu Yan, Zhu Yan stepped forward knowingly, concentrated her breath in her palm, and pushed the coffin lid violently.

The coffin lid opened instantly.

The rotten earthy smell accompanied by the stench of the corpse rushed towards the face, and when the wind blew, the smell instantly dispersed. Su Rao and others had already prepared to cover their mouths and noses, but the smell was pervasive, making people feel nauseous.

"Whoa! Why, this time, it's even worse than the corpses found in those villages..."

Zhu Yan resisted the tumbling in her stomach, stepped back several steps, and looked at Su Rao with tears in her eyes.

Although the other yamen servants were not as exaggerated as he was, they all looked pale and turned their heads away.

After the smell dissipated, Su Rao replied slowly: "The crypt is damp and dark, with high humidity. The corpse is exposed to the air, and the degreasing speed of the corpse is faster than that of being buried in the soil."

(End of this chapter)