Empress Mi Benji

Chapter 5

Zhuang Xun escaped, took the letter of divorce, and couldn't figure out how suddenly there was a wife in Zhenguo Duke's mansion, and when he opened the letter, he felt more and more pitiful for Si Qinmi.

The letter accused her of infertility, extravagance and waste, etc. It was indeed a letter of divorce.

Back to the original point, how to transport Si Qinmi's body out of the city? The weight of the coffin and Zhuang Xun's lack of limbs made it difficult to move it out of the execution ground.

The soldiers were happy to see him busying around as if they were having fun, and felt grateful for his gratitude, but they were also stopped by the surrounding colleagues, and they said tabooly: "This is the daughter of the pianist."

There is no one to help, most of them are concerned about Siqin Mi's identity, and some people have deep-rooted hatred for the pianists represented by Siqinmi. They are separated from their wives and relatives because of Siqin Shengjing's treason Watch Siqin Mi's body exposed in the city.

Even Zhuang Xun didn't dare to walk alone in the alley again, because he had already been beaten up for walking once, but fortunately he saw that the situation was wrong and ran to the street. He was punched twice in the back and felt a dull pain.

"Tell you to collect the corpse, tell you to collect the corpse..." The anger was transferred to his head.

It would have been fine if he had just been beaten, but the main reason was that Shoushanyu's book wedge was stolen, which was a valuable item, and he regretted it unceasingly.

Zhuang Xun bought a knife and guarded it beside the coffin. Now that he was used to it, he didn't think the execution ground was eerie anymore.

He dared not sleep, the cold autumn night, the drizzling rain, his throat was itchy.

In the silent night, I had more contemplation. Why did I work so hard and run counter to everyone? It was fine to let her expose her corpse to the wilderness. I might be dreaming sweet dreams in the warm bed right now.

Caressing the cold coffin, he was able to turn around and leave, he would not be attacked by the cold wind, he would be able to break free from the traitor's daughter, and he would be able to live in peace and stability.

But Zhuang Xun stopped, unable to leave his legs.

Traveling here a year ago, in the same weather, he drank a bowl of hot rice porridge after being hungry for two days.

The sweetness is hard for a modern person who is used to three meals to understand.

I used to watch TV to give out porridge, and felt that such a little rice paste sent beggars, how could these people be so hypocritical.

But when I was so hungry that my eyes turned green and I drank the hot rice porridge, I felt that the beauty who gave the porridge was a living Bodhisattva.

Reflecting on myself, what I did yesterday was wrong. I should first find a place to park the coffin, not the execution ground, and I can rest myself, but if I think about it, there is no one who is willing to park the coffin at home, or the daughter of a traitor who is despised dead body.

Mentally sleepy and physically exhausted, he leaned against the coffin and fell asleep in the autumn rain.

Drowsy, his cheeks were hot, someone woke him up, he was still yesterday's pawn.

"Wake up, take your broken coffin away, today we will be beheading prisoners again." The soldier said viciously.

"I'm sorry, Lord Bing, I'll be more flexible. I'll put it away for a while, and when I find a vehicle, I'll pull it out for burial." Zhuang Xun felt his body heat up, and his whole body became sluggish, wet all over, dizzy in his head, and a little cracked. He was caught by the wind and cold, but he still instinctively took out copper coins from his bag.

"What are you accommodating? I told you that today I'm here to ask the beheaded prisoner. The supervisor and beheader sees you setting up a coffin. How decent is this place!" The soldier impatiently shook off Zhuang Xun's hand to hand over the money.

"At daybreak, I'll borrow the cart and take the coffin away." Even though his face was red, Zhuang Xun remained humble.

"Wait for dawn! Now, immediately, take your coffin away! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." The soldier threatened.

"I understand, I understand, I'll take it away right away." Zhuang Xun handed over the money again, more than last time.

"It's crazy that the daughter of a traitor can be coffined." The soldier took the money, sighed, and watched how Zhuang Xun dragged the coffin.

"The kindness of a drop of water is reciprocated by the fountain. Legally, I will not justify her death, but as a beneficiary, cough, cough, I really can't do it when I see my benefactor's body exposed in the market, cough." Zhuang Xun was distressed. Looking at the heavy coffin, there is phlegm in the throat, and the whole person looks very sick.

Zhuang Xun was in a daze, dragging the coffin as if he was going to put himself into it, and his words were so beautiful.

The soldiers couldn't help ridiculing: "You are very kind. Since this is the case, the Zhenguo Mansion no longer has this lady, why don't you marry a yin marriage, she will be your relative, and we can transport you to your destination." Land, I'm the master, for free."

"Are you serious?" Zhuang Xun looked at the soldiers expectantly as if grasping at the last straw.

"Crazy, you dare to marry a yin marriage, and you are not afraid of losing your life?" The soldier looked at Zhuang Xun like a lunatic.

"I'm going around like this for a day, and my life will be even worse. As long as you are willing to help me transport the coffin, Lord Bing, how can I get married in this yin marriage." Laughing materialists to death, I'm afraid that a yin marriage will shorten my life.

Now the leading soldier was embarrassed.

"Go ask Mr. Xue, and take your coffin away now." He was a little annoyed.

"Brother, just think about it, this little brother is indeed kind." The little brother next to him said pitifully to Zhuang Xun.

"Brother, this pianist is indeed nothing, but this little brother is quite innocent." Zhuang Xun's behavior was still supported by some people.

"Forget it, you write a marriage letter, and then say goodbye to her, even if you are husband and wife, according to the regulations, you pay some money, and we will transport you out for burial on the way, one hundred yuan, don't feel bad, use public vehicles to do it This kind, you have to give some money to the top, and some errand fees to the brothers below..." The leading soldier softened his attitude slightly after stepping down.

"Wait, wait, cough cough..."

Zhuang Xun didn't know how to write a marriage letter, so he wrote two documents to briefly describe the situation, hoping that the other party would forgive him for his offense. One was put in the coffin and the other was burned.

In the hall of worship, there is no father or mother in the flesh, and worship the heaven and the earth. Under the watchful eyes of several soldiers, they tied the coffin with red strings, and held the coffin to worship the coffin.

With an excuse, the soldiers also helped him load the coffin into the car.

In the car, I thanked the two soldiers who escorted me.

"Don't blame the boss either. His younger brother is a member of the imperial army. He went to war with Siqin Shengjing. Now his life and death are uncertain. He hates Siqin's treason." A soldier explained.

"In that case, Master Bing is already very grateful for his ability to help others. Without Master Bing's permission, Xun really doesn't know what to do with the coffin." Zhuang Xun said gratefully.

"Brother, you are also a straight person. This money is my last savings. I don't want it. I will give it back to you." The younger soldier saw Zhuang Xun empty his wallet.

"Me too, brother, it's not easy for you. There are many people who have been helped by Si Qinmi, but you are the only one who is willing to collect her body." Another soldier sighed.

"That can't be done, please both of you, Xun has already felt uneasy, and there is still food left at home, please accept it." He understood the ways of the world and tried his best to dissuade him.

The advantage of his understanding of human feelings is that the two of them helped him dig a hole. If he dug a hole for a coffin by himself, it might take a day.

"It's about time. It's time for beheading. We're going to maintain order." After digging half of the hole and looking at the sky, the two soldiers said goodbye.

"Leave the burial to Xun. Thank you two big brothers for helping me, Xun will keep it in my heart." Zhuang Xun felt dizzy even more, suffering from fatigue and illness, but he did not forget to express his gratitude.

With blisters on his hands, Zhuang Xun continued to work as he watched the soldiers go away, bending over to dig a hole, he heard the sound of the coffin.

He thought it was a thief or something, or a refugee who couldn't understand him, so he gripped his hoe and climbed up to the ground.

His face was covered with blood, his eyes were clear, he was sitting in the coffin, stroking his blood-red neck, his body looked very stiff.

Thousands of thoughts flooded into Zhuang Xun's mind for a moment, and he watched Si Qin Mi climb out of the coffin and stood there in a daze, dropping his hoe.

"Ma'am, the yin marriage is to bury you, Wan Wang Haihan." Thinking too much, thinking about what I did, I am sorry for her, it seems that I got a yin marriage without her consent.

"Lang Jun, why did this happen?" Si Qinmi felt pity for this sick and ashesy look, and hugged Zhuang Xun into her arms.

(End of this chapter)