Daming King of Punishment

Song Wuya took the clothes from his hand, compared them to himself, and said with a smile: "Not bad, the figure is just right, where did you get it?"

Butler Liang said with wide eyes in surprise, "Master Song, this is the clothes you wore! Of course it fits you well. Have you forgotten? This is half of your home, and you used to live here all the time. , of course there are your clothes."

"Hmph! What half a family?" A cold voice sounded, and Situ Wen came out from the back hall, with contempt and anger in her eyes, "My Situ family can't tolerate a shameless scum like you!"

Song Wuya smiled wryly and said, "Who's going to rely on you? I'll just borrow your precious place to take a shower, isn't it too much? After all, I'm also your uncle, so why would you want me to come out of your house in such a disheveled state?"

Situ Wen gritted her teeth resentfully, and said, "Forget it! I just kicked you out like this, and others said we bullied you when they saw it! You leave immediately after you take a shower and change your clothes!"

Wouldn't it be bullying to ask me to take a shower before driving someone away?What's the point? Song Wuya shook his head helplessly, holding the clothes, led by Old Liang to the bathing place in the backyard.In the middle of the room is a large wooden barrel that can hold a whole pig, and hot water has been placed in the barrel.

As soon as Song Wuya saw the bucket full of hot water, he immediately felt itchy all over his body.Originally, after spending so long with rats and cockroaches in the dark prison, the filth all over my body was almost invulnerable.Song Wuya was about to take off his clothes and was about to jump into the bucket, but he caught a glimpse of Butler Liang still standing in the room with a towel in his hand, showing no intention of going out.

Song Wuya was not used to undressing in front of such an old man, so he politely chased away the guests and said, "Butler Liang, what else do you need?"

Steward Liang stared in surprise and said, "I want to wait for the young master to take a bath, and I'm waiting to pour water on you, rub your back and wipe your body, it's always been like this."

Hearing that the skinny old man in his fifties said that he wanted to wipe his body, Song Wuya couldn't help shaking his body, goosebumps all over his back, and a thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that this guy's taste is not so heavy? ?The other family's young master plays with the housekeeper, but he plays with the housekeeper?Together with this thought, there was another chill in my heart.

"Steward Liang, go and do it yourself. I don't need anyone to take care of me when I take a shower." Song Wuya said politely.

"That's good. Well, the young master thinks the old man doesn't take good care of you. The maid should take care of you, the young master, but the young lady is determined not to allow it. Her temper is just like this, so don't mind..." The Liang family murmured Said, went out of the house.

Why doesn't the lady let me?Song Wuya originally asked Butler Liang to ask him, but he stopped when he reached the point of his mouth, so is it still necessary to ask?To blame can only be blamed on my past lecherous nature.

Song Wuya took off his clothes and jumped into the wooden bucket filled with hot water. A comfortable and comfortable feeling made his whole body seep through. It was so fucking cool.Reminiscent of what Old Liang said just now, Song Wuya's crooked thoughts came up: "It would be even more enjoyable if there is a young and beautiful maid serving here..."

Wiping off half a load of dirt on his body, Song Wuya dried his body with the towel left by Butler Liang, picked up the satin robe, researched how to wear it, and then groped to put it on. , not worse than the handsome young man in the costume drama.Afterwards, he looked at the water in the barrel as a mirror, and a strange and handsome face appeared in front of his eyes. Apart from the smirk that a prodigal child usually has at the corner of his mouth, his appearance is also satisfying. .

The shoes and socks that came out of the prison were already dirty and rotten. Song Wuya really couldn't wear them, so he simply went barefoot. Anyway, the weather is not too cold now, so it doesn't matter much.What makes him most helpless is his long hair. The ancients grew their hair, and adult men would use hairpins to wrap their long hair on their heads.Song Wuya untied his hair while taking a shower, and combing his hair was a technical job, he didn't have the ability to untangle his hair, so he had no choice but to leave it alone.

Barefoot and loose hair.This attire reminded Song Wuya of wandering poets and post-modern artists. This kind of people seemed to have more than chic but not enough money, which was very in line with his current state.

After going out the door, without taking two steps, he bumped into a soft body head-on.

"Miss Situ..." Song Wuya was frightened by her beating, subconsciously covered his face, and took two steps back.

Situ Wen looked him up and down, then covered her mouth and giggled.

"Looking at your appearance, even the clothes you wear are messy and out of place!"

Song Wuya looked down and saw that the buttons of the robe were crooked, and the robe was tied indiscriminately, so his face blushed, and he said from embarrassment, "Master, I like to wear it like this? What's the matter? Barefoot and hair, refreshed Cool! The crooked gown with a slanted belt, you are free and unrestrained! I think that Zhuge Wuhou used his sword to let go of his hair to the altar to borrow the east wind, that's what he did!"

"Oh? Are you angry?" Situ Wen said with a bit of yin and yang, her pretty face suddenly turned cold, she swung her arms vigorously, and flew a pair of shoes into the flower bed in front of the corridor far away, " Originally thinking that you had no shoes to change, I kindly found you a pair of shoes and sent them over, but they were kind enough to treat you as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Song Wuya looked at his bare feet, then at the pair of shoes hanging in the flowers on the porch, thinking whether he should bite the bullet and pick up those shoes, but Situ Wen didn't give him time to hesitate, Turning around and leaving, he said coldly, "Come with me!"

Just go, can you still eat people?Being able to send myself shoes proves that my fiancée still has some kindness.Thinking so, Song Wuya followed Situ Wen around the corridor, passed a rockery, and arrived at the study in the backyard. The tables and chairs in the study were antique and simple in style, and the bookshelves were filled with many ancient books.The scholarly family is indeed the tune.

Situ Wen stretched out a spring onion-like finger from her sleeve, pointing at the pen, ink and paper prepared on the desk, with her red lips parted slightly, she squeezed out a word between her teeth: "Write!"

Song Wuya asked blankly, "What are you writing?"

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"A letter of divorce!" Situ Wen grabbed the brush and stuffed it into his hand.

Song Wuya knew what the letter of divorce was.He grabbed the brush like a firestick, stared blankly at the white paper in front of him for a while, and tentatively asked: "This matter, this matter... can we discuss it again?"

"Is there anything to discuss? Write!"

"Let's discuss it again." Song Wuya looked sincere, he really couldn't bear to part with his fiancée who was as beautiful as a flower, who made people drool when looking at her.

"Thinking about what you've done, do you still have the nerve to discuss it?" Situ Wen's face was covered with frost.

Song Wuya remembered what "he" had done before, and immediately decided to accept his fate. He blushed, grabbed the brush and barely wrote the word "divorce letter" on the white paper, and stopped writing.

"Hurry up, write!" Situ Wen urged impatiently.

Song Wuya said with a bitter face: "I don't know how to write it." Of course, he really didn't know how to write it. He never wrote a love letter or an application letter for membership since he was a child, so how could he write a letter of divorce? This advanced thing?

Situ Wen got angry: "You want to mess around, don't you?"

Song Wuya was pressed by her every step of the way, and his heart was also ablaze. He slapped the brush in his hand on the table vigorously: "Yes, I'm just messing around! What can you do?"

Situ was stunned for a moment, and he really couldn't do anything, he couldn't use a knife to force him to write, right?She gritted her teeth, held back her breath, took out a silver bag from the drawer and put it heavily in front of Song Wuya, coaxingly said: "I know you are penniless now, and you are most in need of money. As long as you You are willing to obediently write the divorce letter, and the 50 taels of silver will belong to you."

Speaking of this, her face darkened, "If you don't write, you don't even think about money. My father is not here now, and I will be the master of the house in the future. Don't expect to get a little autumn wind from my house. Let's see how you live! "

Song Wuya looked at the silver bag and swallowed. He was indeed short of money, very short of money. In this completely unfamiliar Ming Dynasty, it was a terrible thing to have no money in his pocket.

Song Wuya immediately wanted to agree, but wait...you have to figure out what 50 taels of silver is and how much you can buy.

"How much is a catty of pork?" Song Wuya asked after thinking about it.

"What?" Situ Wen's eyes widened, wondering if she had heard it wrong, she never expected Song Wuya to ask this at this moment.

"I said how much is a catty of pork?" Song Wuya repeated.

Situ Wen bit her lip and said, "20 coins a catty."

Song Wuya thought about it again, and asked, "How much is a tael of silver?"

Situ Wen frowned slightly, and replied with some disgust, "One thousand dollars."

Song Wuya looked up at the sky, quickly calculating in his mind: Calculated at ten yuan a catty of pork, 20 yuan is ten yuan, and one tael of silver is 500 yuan. 50 taels is 5000 yuan, good guy, this is worth half a year's salary.With this money as capital, I can make a fortune here and make a fortune.

"Okay, I promise you!" Song Wuya readily agreed.

Situ Wen took a long breath and handed him the silver bag.

Song Wuya held the silver bag tightly in one hand, and grabbed the brush in the other. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, trying to write, but suddenly put down the pen again, grinning and said: "I remember that you are just my fiancee. , it should just be a marriage certificate and engagement, and you haven't got married yet, so what kind of divorce letter do you have to write?"

At this time, Situ Wen remembered as if waking up from a dream, her face was a little hot, yes, she hadn't married this person yet.This can't be blamed on her being stupid and negligent, after all, this matter was a temporary idea, a sudden impulse, and she had absolutely no prior experience...

Song Wuya smiled, and said meanly: "It seems that you have already regarded me as your husband in your heart."

"You think too much!" Unsurprisingly, this sentence caused a lot of rolling eyes. Situ Wen bit her lips and calmed down, "Since Hugh can't write it, it's the same if you return the original marriage letter to me."

"it is good!"

Song Wuya unexpectedly agreed again, Situ Wen was surprised at Song Wuya's straightforwardness, and was thinking why this guy suddenly changed his temper, but then he heard him giggling and continued: "What is the marriage letter like?" , I don’t know it, and I don’t know where I put it, so I have to find it slowly, and when I find it, I will return it to you.”

"You are being rascal!"

Song Wuya spread his hands, and said with an innocent face, "I'm telling the truth."