Zhenlongting

Chapter 222

To the west of the county government, there are lush forests and bamboos.

Tang Wencai, who is over [-] years old, still doesn't feel sleepy in an exquisite mansion that doesn't look luxurious on the outside, but has a unique interior on the inside.

Don't look at Baling County some time ago, there were serial murders by picking flowers, monsters and cannibals, basilisks revenge, and even gangs fighting each other. Wealthy families cannot guarantee that they will be able to live well.

Uncertain when, unexpected disasters will usher in.

However, these worries did not include Tang Wencai.

With his back against the county government, as the county lord's personal book boy, not to mention walking sideways in Baling, under normal circumstances, no one would dare to provoke him.

Yes, he is Shi Mo.

For 20 years, it has been called this name.

For such a long time, he had even forgotten his own surname, and he could no longer remember the names of his parents.

After being sold to Wen's family at the age of nine, he had one and only one name.

It is "serving ink".

"Even if I'm just a book boy for the rest of my life, what's wrong with it? A few years ago, some people talked about some embarrassing things about me, but unfortunately, those people are now cold.

As for me, although I don't have any job now, let alone any great status... But, you can ask, which rich family and big family in Baling dare not call me elder brother? "

Tang Wencai sat up in his cloaked clothes with indifferent eyes. Lying on the bed was his eighth concubine, the third concubine of the royal family of Baling.

Logically speaking, the Wang family is also considered to have extraordinary financial resources, so there is no need to curry favor with the county magistrate's book boy.However, they couldn't stand the fact that the Wang family's business had been suppressed everywhere a while ago. Even when the clan's children left the city, they were attacked by bandits and two of them died.

The Patriarch of the Wang family is also a sensible person. After many inquiries, he found out that there was a book boy who was not obvious and had no identity, and fell in love with his third daughter...

The development of the matter was very dramatic. One night later, the Patriarch of the Wang family personally invited the book boy to a banquet.Moreover, with a smile on his face, he presented his third daughter with his own hands, and told her to flatter her.

"Some things are so cruel. This person has to believe in evil. No matter how brave he is, it's useless..."

Tang Wencai glanced at the pretty girl covered in bruises, reached out and gently wiped away the tears on the girl's face, smoothed her frown from pain and fear, and said with a smile: "I remember, that second brother of yours is a How dare you, after drinking, he even talked about me with some little brothers, saying that I dared to bully others because my ass sold well, do you think he is right?"

"No, no...he's not my second brother, he's just a fool, he's dead, killed by bandits."

The young girl endured a heart-wrenching headache, her bruised face did not dare to show any anger, instead she smiled flatteringly, "That man's death is good, and the death of the Wang family is fine."

"Haha, you also think that selling your ass well is a skill, right? Everyone knows it, but everyone dare not say it. Why do you think so? With the protection of the county lord, whoever says it will die."

"Yes……"

The girl didn't know how to reply at all.

She was afraid that if she said a few more words, she would be beaten to death by this "master".

Counting, she is the eighth concubine, but the seven concubines in front of her are already dead.

I don't know the exact cause of death, but I heard that it was randomly buried in the backyard garden, and the flowers grew particularly brightly.

"My lord, the county lord suddenly lost his temper, and now he is drinking and saying that he wants to write a letter..."

Just as Tang Wencai's complexion was getting grim, there was a nervous summons from outside the door.

As soon as the sound hit my ears.

Tang Wencai shuddered, stood up hastily, strode to the door, opened the door with a trick, kicked the boy backwards, and spurted blood from his mouth.

"How many times have I told you that when you call for the master, don't shout too loudly. There is only one master in Baling who knows. If anyone hears, I will be killed by you."

He took a long breath, shrunk his neck, bowed his back slightly, his figure became obscene, with a bright smile like a chrysanthemum on his face, and hurriedly walked towards the gate, muttering as he walked: " The master still needs me, so I have to go and wait on him quickly, and I don't dare to delay his important business."

Soon, Tang Wencai arrived at the backyard of the county yamen, with a humble and respectful face, sincerely and carefully serving the county venerable Wen Zhongguang, poured him tea, and gently polished the ink... And, lightly Standing behind Wen Zhongguang, he stretched out his small fist and lightly beat his master's shoulder.

Wen Zhongguang frowned, stretched a little, and sighed comfortably: "Shi Mo, you still know how to serve people. Alas, these days are becoming more and more difficult. Unexpectedly, that Zhang Bailing turned out to be a climate , the Qingyu Gang can do nothing to him."

"Don't worry, my lord. Over the years, so many tyrannical murderers have shown their power for a while, and they have all turned into lonely graves... With the name of the imperial court, even if you give him ten guts, he will not dare to do any harm to the county government." .As long as we invite experts, how can this beast continue to stir up trouble."

"Shi Mo, you still understand me. It's a pity that Taoist Sangmu didn't join forces with the masters of the Qingyu Gang to hide and attack secretly, but instead dealt with the girl from the White Dragon Society. As a result, the good situation was ruined... ...so careless, if he hadn't been hiding in the Wen family's deep courtyard all these years, he might have died for an unknown period of time."

Wen Zhongguang sighed, after all, Taoist Sangmu had lived in Wen's house for a long time, and he had some feelings for each other.

It's a pity that in the future, if you want to do some shady things, you will lose a lot of means. This is really, I don't know what to say.

"Take this letter well, seal it up, and send it to the Bodhi Court. I don't want the child to be trapped by wolves. There are some things that I don't care about."

Of course the book boy is not just a book boy, Tang Wencai also cultivated some good hands and spies secretly. It may not be possible to deal with Jiang Yang's robbers, but he is good at bullying ordinary people or running errands and inquiring about news.

"Send a letter?"

Tang Wencai bent down and took it respectfully, gently dried the dripping ink, and glanced at the content inadvertently.

Wen Zhongguang's handwriting is flamboyant and strong, and I have seen it thousands of times over the years, and it is very recognizable.

"Words are like faces, Master Guangfa..."

He looked at the ten lines at a glance, and thought that the master wanted to invite Zen Master Guangfa from the Bodhi Court to teach the Dharma, and it would be best to have a master accompany him.

'This is a serious crime of violating the court's laws and accidentally destroying the family. The master dares to be so bold. I don't know what to rely on? '

'Could it be that in order to save his life, he already wants to put all his eggs in one basket and sell Baling County to those monks completely.If so, what about me?I have been a dog-like servant for so many years, just waiting to find an official position, isn't it all ruined?Pity me for so many years. I have secretly learned a lot of poems and articles. Before I can show my talents, I will die and become a criminal? '

'No, it's really at a critical juncture, the county lord may be able to bring his family and children under the protection of the Bodhi Court.The imperial army came over, and I waited for these little servants to come down, all of them were dead words. '

The more Tang Wencai thought about it, the more worried she became, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Her bent waist didn't straighten up for a while.

He didn't realize that an illusory figure had already quietly entered his mind when he received the letter.

When he raised his head to look again, the face of the county venerable master seemed to become extremely ferocious, as if he had returned to 18 years ago, when the master was not a master, but a young master.

One day, because the woman he liked scorned and scolded him, the young master was upset, so he took his anger out on himself...

Since then, Tang Wencai has died, and there is only a twisted book boy, Shimo, who is struggling to survive.

There is only one loyal dog of the Wen family.

"Why? Why? Just because your Wen family is rich, you can humiliate and humiliate people at will, so that people can't stand up?"

"For so many years, I have been loyal and endured humiliation, but I have not been able to get an official position, not to mention the master book, even if I am a teacher, is it true that I was born to be a servant?"

A surge of anger, for some reason, went straight to his head, thinking of all these years of suffering, Tang Wencai decided he couldn't bear it anymore.

He watched the gurgling hot tea being boiled on the stove, then suddenly lifted it up, and poured it on the head of the county lord.

"what……"

There was a shrill roar.

Wen Zhongguang was so hot that he jumped like a toad and fell to the ground with his chair.

He rolled and crawled on the ground, looked at his book boy in fear, and screamed: "Come on, kill him."

This is simply impossible to guard against.

I just handed over the letter and picked up a book of poetry, trying to force myself to calm down and cultivate my sentiments.

It has to be said that the county magistrate still pays great attention to personal cultivation. Although Baling's situation is very unfavorable, he is not panicked at all, thinking of various ways to break the situation and thinking about his future.

Unexpectedly, he didn't notice the behavior of the book boy Shi Mo for a while, and was drenched in boiling water.

Seeing the blisters pop up, the burning pain made him panic. Isn't this disfigured? How can he see people in the future?

Hearing the county magistrate shouting, several figures flashed behind the screen, one with a sword and one with a knife.

Whoosh, whoosh, the sharp wind is like cutting.

Tang Wencai's hands and feet were cut off on the spot, and a human stick appeared in the study.

This is Wen Zhongguang's personal bodyguard. He has been a county magistrate for many years, and he is the local emperor in Baling County.

There are not many dead soldiers who have been trained, but there are still a dozen or so.

At this time, seeing someone hurting him, he naturally acted mercilessly.

Wen Zhongguang squinted his eyes, and the blisters on his face were swollen. He stepped forward and kicked the book boy's stick, his eyes shone with a terrifying and fierce light.

"Who, who ordered you to harm me?"

Shi Mo came to his senses, the pain was so painful that he couldn't hide the panic in his heart: "Master, I was wronged. I was in a daze before, and I never wanted to harm you. I have been loyal for so many years. Please let me go." I have a way out."

"Drag it out, kill him, don't dirty my study."

Wen Zhongguang was in so much pain that he ordered coldly, and angrily reprimanded, almost drew out his sword and stabbed the book boy to death himself.

Soon, the guards dragged the book boy Shi Mo out of the room, and there was a scream.

Wen Zhongguang gasped for a while, then woke up and wanted to call a doctor to treat his injuries.

Enduring the burn, he treated it for less than half an hour, and then applied ointment, feeling better. Wen Zhongguang felt very tired, and came to Jingxin Pavilion early.

This is the residence of his thirteen concubines. The concubine he just took in is not tired yet.

Hearing the concubine Xiaodie's gentle words, Wen Zhongguang's anger also subsided a little, and the evil fire burst out in his heart, so he pulled Xiaodie and began to applaud.

I was short of breath for a while.

After half a stick of incense, Wen Zhongguang suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a roar of extreme pain.

The pain this time was ten times more painful than scalding your head with boiling water.

He looked down and saw blood.

The beautiful concubine whom I have favored the most during this period of time is viciously holding a pair of scissors and cutting off my own cow.

For a moment, blood burst out.

Huge psychological and physical trauma made Wen Zhongguang feel like crying.

"you you……"

"What are you, you killed my parents, I wish I could eat your flesh and sleep with your skin!"

As she spoke, Xiaodie rushed forward frantically with scissors in hand.

Fortunately, Wen Zhongguang used some boxing styles to strengthen his body, and usually used them to exercise his body. At this critical moment, he endured the pain that made people want to faint, and after paying two blood holes in his body, he finally took the concubine. Xiaodie strangled to death.

Soon, a doctor came to help him deal with the injury.

Bandaging, medication, is considered to be stable.

Wen Zhongguang, who had lost too much blood and suffered a double blow, was already weak at this time.Lying on the couch with tears streaming down my face.

He didn't understand what was going on.

Not only was the book boy scalding himself with boiling water, but the usually obedient concubine Xiaodie was so bold that she wanted to blow her life away.

Seeing that crazy performance, these two people seemed to be crazy.

Lying on the bed at this time, Wen Zhongguang felt very unsafe. He only felt that this huge county government was full of jeopardy everywhere, and even the eyes of the dead guards looking at him became a little eerie.

"Quickly, tell Madam and Zhao'er to come over and guard this officer, it will hurt me to death."

At this moment, he wanted to see his son.

The son is 15 years old, he is gracious and generous, he has been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, and he has already won a scholar. He is studying hard at this time, he is filial to his parents, and gentle to his servants...

As for the wife, she was born in a scholarly family, virtuous and kind, she took care of her husband and taught her children at home, and she was not jealous or jealous, and she even tried to get a concubine for herself, saying that she wanted to make the literary family prosperous.It is a good thing to spread more branches and leaves and take more concubines.

Having a wife and son is like this, which is Wen Zhongguang's greatest comfort.

I thought that for so many years, I worked hard to manage and collect property, and it was just for my son...

He misses his son.

The son came soon, and the wife followed behind, jogging so hard that he almost didn't fall.

Seeing Wen Zhongguang's misery at a glance, Wen Tongzhao's expression changed drastically at the scene, with tears in his eyes, he yelled in pain: "Who, who did this, even had the heart to hurt father, I want..."

He drew out the scholar's sword at his waist, his face was flushed with suffocation, and he swung the sword while crying.

puff……

Wen Zhongguang's dead soul was terrified, facing the sword that was slashing head-on, he only had time to raise his hand to block it.

Blood splashed on his face, and his arm snapped off.

"Ah... what are you doing? Zhao'er!"

He couldn't believe his eyes at all.

This is the son I have cultivated with all my painstaking efforts, the son I regard as a treasure.

"I'll let you hit me with a stick, and I'll let you beat me fiercely, haha, Wen Zhongguang, do you still have today?"

Wen Tongzhao laughed wildly, and swung his sword down again.

puff.

Wen Zhongguang's other arm was also broken.

"Come on, come on."

Wen Zhong couldn't take care of his heart and lungs, lost both arms, rolled and screamed on the couch...

……

"puff!"

Zhang Kun took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

The three invisible ghosts released by the Wuyin Banner are really flamboyant.

Invisible and shadowless, invasive, all actions seem to come from the heart.

Arouse all kinds of strange thoughts in people's hearts, and make Wen Zhongguang play to the point of wanting to die.

It can only be said that people's evil thoughts are hard to get rid of.

Originally, I just thought about it casually in my heart and would not put it into practice, but suddenly it became a reality.

Even Zhang Kun himself didn't expect that the Wuyin Banner could play like this.

Some of Wen Zhongguang's extremely high-ranking evil spirit talismans, body-protecting Buddha and other magic weapons did not work at all.

Because, it wasn't evil, but the mortals closest to him suddenly did it.

Recognize things as yourself, turn the world upside down.

Obstacles of form and quality, flow from heart to heart...

All kinds of piles are the cycle of good and evil.

"What a blazing five shades."

(End of this chapter)