An ugly wife in the time-traveling house

Wan Qiu was deceiving the emperor, and Zhan Beili didn't believe him either.

The dumb grandfather on the side had already fainted from the fearful high pressure on the emperor, leaving only his heavy clothes soaked in sweat in late autumn, struggling to support himself in the late spring cold in March.

Wanqiu walked a few steps on his knees, knelt at the feet of the mighty emperor, kowtowed like crazy, and sobbed in grief: "Your Majesty is clearly aware! Lianzhou is indeed dead! He was hunted down and killed in October of his pregnancy, and he suffered a lot. wounds, covered in blood... When my husband and I found them, Lian Zhou was gone... The child was rescued by my husband after a lot of effort...Your Majesty!"

Wan Qiu clasped his hands together, and prayed desperately: "I really don't dare to lie to Your Majesty! I really don't dare! Qiyun...Qiyun is only over one year old, he is still a child, he doesn't know anything , I beg Your Majesty to be merciful! I beg Your Majesty to be merciful!"

As he spoke, he started to kowtow again, and the splashed blood fell on Zhan Beili's boots, like red plums.

Zhan Beili had narrow eyes and a cold voice: "You dare to deceive the emperor, damn it." He had already clenched his fist behind his back.

Everything that Wan Qiu said was right for Lin Lang, his lotus boat...

Is it really dead?

Wan Qiu bit her lip and cried bitterly, not changing her words, Zhan Beili asked him to lead the way.

Green hills, lonely graves, unnamed monuments.

The soul-stirring young man in red seemed to be right in front of his eyes. Zhan Beili didn't believe that Lian Zhou would die, so he had to confirm it with his own eyes.

Emperor Xuanyi pursed his lips slightly, his voice was hoarse and solemn: "Dig the grave and open the coffin."

When Wan Qiu heard the words, his back felt cold, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. He looked at this majestic emperor even from his back in horror, and didn't understand what he was trying to do.

——Is it possible that even if it is death, Lianzhou will not be allowed to live in peace?

The forest of the dead is like spring all the year round, and everyone present is feeling cold all over their bodies.

The tomb was quickly dug up, and the moment the coffin boards were lifted, Zhan Beili shook slightly.

The corpses inside were bloody, smeared, and completely decomposed.

Zhan Beili's eyes were like knives, and he slowly squatted down under the horrified eyes of everyone. He stretched out his incomparably noble hand and touched along the skull of the corpse, inch by inch, inch by inch.

The imperial guards lowered their heads one after another, not daring to see the emperor's disgrace, Wan Qiu couldn't help retching, never expecting things to turn out like this.

After Lin Lang left that day, Shan Yu picked up a dead man with the same stature as Lian Zhou from the mass grave. He washed and dressed the corpse, trying to make him look like Lian Zhou...

Shan Yu had imagined that the emperor would open the coffin for an autopsy, but he would never have imagined that the emperor would touch Lianzhou's bones in a pile of carrion.

As the saying goes, a beauty is in the bones but not the skin, the bones of the lotus boat are well-proportioned, and the face is beautiful. If the emperor is close enough to Lianzhou, then he will definitely be able to feel that this corpse is not Lianzhou's.

As time passed, Zhan Beili's expression turned from mourning to surprise, and finally to calmness.

This is not a lotus boat.

No.

Wan Qiu didn't need Zhan Beili to threaten him anymore, he closed his eyes proactively, and passed out.

……

In late autumn, I heard the cries of Xiao Baozi and the dumb grandpa, and there was a faint smell of burnt fur.

He slowly opened his eyes, and found that he was locked in a prison cell, and Shan Yu was being hung in the air through a cell door to torture him to extract a confession.

"Husband... Husband! Husband!" Wan Qiu ignored the crying little bun, stretched out her hand to grab Shan Yu indiscriminately, and cried mournfully, "Husband! Husband!"

Shan Yu's consciousness is not much left.

As soon as he came back from the forest of the dead, he was caught by the emperor and forced to question Lianzhou's whereabouts. After a day and a night of torture, Shan Yu's life was hanged, and his will gradually collapsed.

Death is acceptable, but pain is unbearable.

Now that Wan Qiu yelled, Shan Yu knew it was not good.

Sitting behind the table, the emperor took a sip of hot tea and asked Shan Yu for the first time: "Where's the lotus boat?"

Shan Yu didn't answer, and Late Autumn was dragged out.

To threaten a person is to choose his reluctance. Late Autumn is undoubtedly Shan Yu's weakness. more important?

Now we will see the outcome.

Shan Yu, who had been gnashing her teeth for a long time, finally opened her mouth, and said bitterly: "You are a majestic emperor! If you have the ability, come at me! Bullying his brother is nothing!"

Zhan Beili was very satisfied with Shan Yu's reaction, he stood up condescendingly and walked in front of Shan Yu, his cold eyes were like a bone-scraping knife, and asked him again: "Where's the lotus boat?"

Shan Yu's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, only his piercing eyes were full of indifference.

Zhan Beili didn't bother to talk nonsense, so he waved his sleeves to make Wanqiu tortured.

The red soldering iron was approaching the door, Wan Qiu screamed in fright, crying and dodging: "Husband! Husband! Husband!"

Shan Yu can give up his life for Lian Zhou, so how can Wan Qiu expect him to... compromise for her own sake?

He called her husband, in fact, just like a person yelling "ahhhhh" at the most frightening moment, he instinctively wanted to give himself a little courage.

Wan Qiu was pressed to the ground, closed his eyes and sobbed in helplessness and fear, his tears were dried by the temperature of the soldering iron before they flowed out of his eyes.

"Woo! Husband!"

It hurts, right?

It must be very painful!

Will it leave a scar?

Most definitely!

Wan Qiu wished that the emperor could kill him with a single knife, and he didn't want to suffer such inhuman torture. He kicked his legs indiscriminately, like a fish being slaughtered.

The person holding the branding iron was already ready for execution, and when the emperor gave an order, he put the instrument of torture in his hand on Wan Qiu's face.

Zhan Beili looked at Shan Yu and saw that he was biting his lower lip tightly and would not let go. Just as he was about to wave his sleeves, Shan Yu burst out and shouted: "I say! I say! I say everything! Don't touch him! Don't move he!"

Psychological warfare~ It depends on who can survive who.

Shan Yu can undoubtedly die for Lian Zhou, a good brother and friend who grew up together, but Shan Yu must also admit that late autumn is his weakness and cannot be abandoned.

……

It only took ten days for the mountain rain to recover.

The emperor gave him all the strange medicines borrowed from the King of Hades on the battlefield. The effect is good. As for whether there will be any sequelae due to the overpowering of the medicine, it is not within the scope of the emperor's concern.

Before leading the emperor to the Forest of the Dead, Shan Yu won a brief chance to get along with Wan Qiu.

The guard with the knife stood not far behind the screen, Shan Yu kissed Wan Qiu, and groped his fingers along his waist, making an ambiguous sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

"At Haishi three days later, I will wait for you at the exit of the tunnel..." Shan Yu whispered, "If you are willing to come with me, you can bring your child. I will only wait for you for half an hour."

Wan Qiu panted while climbing Shan Yu's shoulder, her mind was in a mess.

The guard behind the screen stared at the toes carefully, reminding the two people who were moving more and more: "Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time, it's time to go."

"Wan Qiu..." Shan Yu pushed Wan Qiu to the wall, curled his tongue hard and sucked it, looked at him faintly, like the last time in this life, "I hope you can come."