Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

He was a little surprised that Song Tan was still alive.

The sharp pain in the shoulder blade clearly reminded him that he was still alive.

That man was also strange, after he made such a fuss, he stopped stabbing Song Tan with a knife.He calmed down, and took out some gold sore medicine from the package and applied it to Song Tan's wound, which had passed out from pain, to stop the bleeding so that he would not die from bleeding too much, after all, he is still useful now.

While half asleep and half awake, Song Tan heard a burst of confusing crisp bird calls, thousands of singing, and a group of birds chirping amidst the drumming noise of leaves.Song Tan suddenly felt that the world that was within reach in the past was going backwards, getting farther and farther away from him.

He tried his best not to let himself fall into boundless depression. He was blindfolded and didn't distinguish things. After careful discrimination, he realized that the sound should not be far away. Only in the forest are there so many birds. Birds get up early, Song Tan's heart It is clear that he should be trapped in a hut in the forest right now, and it should be early morning.

The man stretched, he moved his limbs, his bones creaked.He yawned and said lazily, "It's dawn."

He glanced at Song Tan, and suddenly became interested again, "Are you thirsty?"

Song Tan didn't make a sound.

The man laughed, he didn't want to care about Song Tan's thoughts at first, he squatted down, rummaged through his package, picked up a water bag and walked towards Song Tan.

Song Tan tilted his head to listen to his movement, one step, two steps... He stopped, and there was only a moment of silence.

Suddenly a hand covered Song Tan's cheek.

The man pinched Song Tan's face with three fingers, squeezed Song Tan's mouth open with external force, and forced Song Tan to look up.Then he poured the liquid in the water bag into Song Tan's mouth from a high place with one hand. He was extremely impatient and his hand was not accurate. Half of the liquid spilled on Song Tan's front and seeped into his wound, burning hot. Song Tan's eyes were red with burning pain.

Song Tan was forced to swallow a few mouthfuls. He smashed it and found out that this is not clear water, but very spicy liquor!

He shook his head violently, trying to get rid of the man's shackles.But it's all futile.The man's hands were strong, and he pinched Song Tan's cheeks tightly.The more Song Tan struggled, the harder he pinched.

Song Tan clenched his teeth, and the wine spread on his face...

The man was impatient, he grabbed Song Tan's collar and slapped Song Tan's face hard. He used all his strength in this slap, and even knocked Song Tan to the ground.

Song Tan fell to the ground covered in bruises, his mouth was full of rust, and a trace of red line leaked from the corner of his mouth.There was a buzzing in his head, and there was some itching behind his ears, he couldn't see it, he loves beauty so much, if he saw it, he would be very sad, and there was a bloody gash behind his ear.

Song Tan's broken look seemed to be pleasing to that person, and he even whistled happily. He had always enjoyed watching these high-ranking people fall from the altar, fell into the mud and became weak and let others trample on them.

He looked at Song Tan condescendingly, but his tone seemed to be talking with Song Tan, and he said casually, "Someone will send a letter to Huayi today. let you go..."

As he spoke, he stepped on Song Tan's sad back, and Song Tan couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood. He shrugged and said, "Do you think he will be willing?"

Song Tan was lying on the ground, and he thought in despair: It's better to die.

Seeing that Song Tan was like a dead fish, the man was immediately bored, he left Song Tan, returned to his seat, and inadvertently glanced at it—it was the scroll, two entwined red plums and crabapples in the ice and snow .

He picked up the scroll without even looking at it, and threw it directly in front of Song Tan, "Look, I mean enough to you, even if you were robbed, you didn't forget to bring your broken painting, you can keep it for fun." .”

Hearing his words, Song Tan trembled all over, and his spirit lifted. He mobilized the remaining strength in his whole body, and he tried his best to raise his neck, and put the scroll painting into his chest, clinging to each other tightly. .

Gradually the stamina of the spirits came up... Behind the black cloth, Song Tan slowly closed his eyes, with the corners of his mouth turned up, as if he was having a sweet dream.

After Hua Yi knew that Song Tan was missing, he was not restless, but Wen Yi clearly saw his adult's pupils shrinking slightly.

He gave Wen Yi clear instructions, telling him to take his badge and tell the people in the mansion how to split up to find Song Tan. He was calm and composed throughout the whole process, without any panic.

Hua Yi knew that he couldn't leave the Ministry of Justice for half a step now, so he could only wait, waiting for the people in Washington to give him news, and waiting for the people in the palace to reply to him.

The pale morning light diffused in from the window lattice, slightly illuminating his face, this faint warmth was better than nothing for Hua Yi.

When Cheng Xuehong quickly stepped into Huayi's room, he couldn't help being startled.

He hadn't seen Hua Yi like this for a long time. His clothes were disheveled, his beard was stubble, and he looked like a statue carved out of stone.

Hua Yi opened his eyelids and looked at him with sharp eyes. He omitted the redundant greetings and cut straight to the point: "What did uncle say?"

Cheng Xuehong approached Hua Yi, but he didn't dare to look at him. He lowered his head and looked at his toes, "I'm going to tell you, cousin, don't take your anger out on me, don't hit me..."

"Say it."

"You Pushe handed my father a booklet, which contained the certificates of the deeds of sale of the three girls in their Zhang family, and they were all death deeds. Brother, you know that the life and death of the slaves and maidservants are in the hands of the master. inner……"

Cheng Xuehong carefully observed Hua Yi's face, and as expected, Hua Yi's face darkened.

"so?"

"You servant and the Zhang family's power is deeply rooted in the capital, and it won't be disintegrated overnight... What my father means is, let him go."

Hua Yi stood up abruptly, Cheng Xuehong thought that Hua Yi was going to hit him in anger, so he quickly stepped back a few steps.

Hua Yi suddenly lost his temper. He wanted to laugh, but then he actually laughed out loud, "Uncle is confused, a tiger who has tasted human flesh, you tell him to return to the mountains, he will go down from time to time to eat people, there is a hidden danger Big, prosperous times cannot tolerate it.”

Cheng Xuehong nodded approvingly, "Father is old, he is not as aggressive as before, and has become too meek."

He boldly approached Hua Yi, and said boldly, "Cousin, although the emperor didn't send anyone to settle the case with you, I, I would like to wish you a helping hand. I also raised some cronies..."

Hua Yi narrowed his eyes, and his deep and complicated eyes enveloped Cheng Xuehong. The cronies he was talking about were probably not cronies, but dead soldiers... It turned out that his little cousin who always followed the Zhilan Yushu and ignored the route of court affairs, He even had the desire to be admired by thousands of people.

Cheng Xuehong blinked, he was eager to wait for Hua Yi's answer, as if he was asking this question or another question, he whispered: "Cousin, is it Cheng?"

Hua Yi was silent for a moment, then laughed suddenly, and answered the two questions together: "Yes, why not!"

The corners of Cheng Xuehong's mouth were about to reach the back of his head, and he was waiting for Hua Yi's words, "I'll go right away..."

There were three knocks on the door.

A small official pushed the door open, holding a letter in his hand, "I found it at the entrance of the criminal department this morning..."

Hua Yi took it over and told him to leave, Cheng Xuehong took a closer look, "Hua Yi personally."

Hua Yi opened the letter in front of Cheng Xuehong. He glanced at ten lines at a glance. Cheng Xuehong only vaguely saw the word "Song Tan". Fold the paper in half.

He walked to the table, where there was a red candle that was about to burn out, and the flame was about to go out. He put the paper on the flame, and the tongue of flame quickly licked the paper and expanded it, and it turned into a flame in an instant. ash.

Cheng Xuehong was dumbfounded, "It's not about my cousin?"

Hua Yi rarely showed a trace of weariness on his face, and said in a low voice: "They robbed Song Tan and said that they want Song Tan to come back alive, so I have to let the little beast Zhang go."

Cheng Xuehong said eagerly: "Then let it go?"

"Don't let go." Hua Yi said decisively.

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