Wear books to become a villain’s bride, and a miracle doctor takes him into space to be exiled

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, it seems inappropriate for me to pick up the relief materials sent by the imperial court. Zhu Tongpan should be sent there, he will be in charge of this matter."

"Why not?" Magistrate Fan said displeased, "You represent this government. When I give you an official document, who dares not to give you face? Forget it, you go find Master Zhou and let him go. He understands this better."

"Yes."

The housekeeper let Master Zhou go and breathed a sigh of relief.

This errand was not easy to handle. There were countless victims outside the city, and he was afraid of causing trouble.

Magistrate Fan warned: "That Zhu Tongpan has been nagging in my ear all day about opening warehouses to release grain. I'm afraid that he will secretly distribute disaster relief grain to the people without my permission. You must be careful. Don’t let him find out.”

The housekeeper finally understood why the prefect did not allow Zhu Tongpan to accept the relief supplies.

He bowed and agreed: "Yes, sir, I will definitely keep it a secret."

"Okay, go ahead. I'm going to rest."

Magistrate Fan yawned again, stood up with his arms around his concubine, and walked inside.

A large table of delicious food was only slightly moved, and most of it was left.

The musicians continued to play until Magistrate Fan disappeared, and then they stopped.

Yan Ruoli couldn't help but say: "The wine and meat of the Zhumen are stinky, and there are people who will starve to death on the road."

The weather in the south was warm and no bones were frozen to death, but a large number of people died of starvation due to disasters.

Ye Weiyun looked at her with surprise: "You can compose poetry?"

Yan Ruoli deliberately rolled her eyes and said with her nostrils pointing upward, "Why do you look down on people? I am very good at writing poems. What do these two lines of poems mean?"

Ye Weiyun chuckled and said, "I can't imagine what it would be like for you to write poems with your dog-like characters."

Yan Ruoli punched him hard, and there was no way to pick up the pot, right?

"I just don't know how to use a brush, and my handwriting with a fountain pen is not bad at all. I originally wanted to tell you that this poem was written by a very famous poet in our area. Humph, you are so mean, I won't tell you is you."

Ye Weiyun smiled, flew up with Yan Ruoli, passed over the treetops and rooftops, and followed Magistrate Fan to a room in the backyard.

The two of them hid under the eaves outside the window, and Yan Ruoli felt a little resentful.

Do you have to "appreciate" the flirting between these two people again?She has no interest in this kind of restricted performance.

Unless, replacing Magistrate Fan with a handsome man would still be the same.He looks disgusting with his big belly.

Sure enough, as soon as the two people entered the house, they made an unpleasant sound.

Yan Ruoli's scalp felt numb when she heard it, and she whispered to Ye Weiyun, "Let's take action quickly."

Ye Weiyun nodded. Looking at the expression on his face, it was obvious that he couldn't bear the sound inside.

Fan Xuan walked into the concubine's house with his arms around him. The maid waiting outside immediately closed the door.

The concubine said something like "Sir, you are so impatient", which made Fan Xuan laugh, and he wanted to carry the concubine to the bed more and more urgently.

Unfortunately, he was too fat and weak to lift her up, so he could only half-hug and half-mop the concubine to the bed.

The concubine was dragged and stumbled, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to go by herself, but she didn't dare to make Fan Xuan angry, so she had to follow his wishes and pretend to like being held by him.

Fan Xuan was about to reach the bed when suddenly the lights in the room dimmed and there was an eerie wind blowing in from the window.

The concubine in her arms snorted softly and fell down softly.

Fan Xuan's hand sank and he was almost pulled to the ground by her, so he quickly let go of his hand.

The concubine fell limply to the ground, motionless, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.

Fan Xuan started to run out of the house, but before he could move his legs, he felt numb and couldn't move.

Feeling a pain somewhere on his body, Fan Xuan immediately fainted and didn't know anything else.

Yan Ruoli, led by Ye Weiyun, entered the house through the window.With a thought, she took Fan Xuan into the space and threw him into an empty armory room.

She thought for a moment, took her concubine into the space, and locked her in another warehouse.

The concubine just fainted, not dead.She was afraid that if the concubine suddenly woke up while interrogating Fan Xuan and alerted people outside, she would be in trouble.

When Fan Xuan woke up, he found himself lying on the cold ground and hurriedly got up.

This is a strange place. The walls and floors seem to be made of iron, reflecting green light.

It was a terrible sight that made him suspect that he was in hell.

"Fan Xuan, do you understand your guilt?" A cold voice sounded from behind.

Fan Xuan was so frightened that he turned around quickly and saw two thrones in front of him, with two people sitting side by side on the thrones.

Both of these people have green faces, fangs, and big bloody mouths.

In front of them, to the left and right, were several candlesticks.On the candlestick, the candle glowed with a green flame.

It seems that the reason why the reflection on the floor and walls is green is because of the green candlelight.

Fan Xuan became more and more frightened when he saw the green candlelight.

If he only saw those two people, he could still suspect that they were disguised with masks, but how could the candlelight be green?

Growing up, he had never heard of green candles, only green will-o'-wisps.

Ghost fire?

Could it be that he really went underground?The person sitting on it is the Lord of Hell?

"Fan Xuan, do you know your guilt?"

The person sitting above and on the left asked, his voice cold, making Fan Xuan tremble all over.

Fan Xuan knelt down with a plop, lying on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

"What crime did the villain commit? Please make it clear, sir."

Naturally, those sitting above were Ye Weiyun and Yan Ruoli. Ye Weiyun shouted, "Do you still need me to remind you? You deceived the superiors and deceived the inferiors, took bribes and perverted the law. Tell them all one by one."

Based on his understanding of officialdom, officials like Fan Xuan must be guilty of these crimes.

Without corruption and bribery, his life would not have been so prosperous.

As for lying to others, that is obviously what an official like him would do.

Fan Xuan had a trace of luck in his heart and cried loudly: "It's unfair, it's unfair, sir, I didn't do such a thing, please be careful."

"You don't admit it?" Ye Weiyun sneered, "Don't you know that this king knows? I remember everything you have done here clearly. If you admit it, the punishment may be lighter. If you don't If you admit it, you can only be punished severely.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ruoli waved her hand, and a huge stove suddenly appeared in front of Fan Xuan.

In the furnace, a blazing flame burned.

"Do you want to just jump in and bake it? Or do you want to get another frying pan and fry it?"

Yan Ruoli asked in a thick voice, deliberately trying to scare him.

When Fan Xuan heard Ye Weiyun calling himself the king, he thought to himself that he was really the King of Hell?

Hearing Yan Ruoli's voice again, although it was rough and unpleasant, she could tell it was a female voice.

Could it be that she is the wife of Lord Yama?Does the Lord of Hell have a wife?He had never heard of it.

Damn it, what was he thinking?The point is not that at all. The point is, did this furnace appear out of thin air? Was it conjured by them?

Can he afford to offend a being who can conjure things out of thin air?