win the hairpin

Chapter 50 Huang Wenqiu's Nightmare
Not long after staying in the men's prison, the jailer took Huang Wenqiu out and said he wanted to change places.

Lifting off the stone slab pressed on the top of the dungeon revealed the dark hole, Huang Wenqiu, the lamb, entered the tiger's den and had no way of escaping.

Huang Wenqiu hoped that last night was just a nightmare.

The atmosphere in the dungeon was turbid and smelly. He was in a daze and was greatly stimulated. His whole body seemed to be suffocated, and he needed to mobilize all his strength to survive.

His limbs went limp, and he passed out.

Someone took a bucket of urine and poured it on his head, waking him from his brief relief and returning to the nightmare.

Someone said to him with a half-smile, "Don't play to your death."

Other people's voices sounded from a distance, but it was close: "So what if you die from playing, I have ten grievances in my body, and I don't care about memorizing one more."

"Get out! How can you play after you're dead? You're refreshing, we're still dry!"

"That's right, do I want to use you?"

"Bah, big black ass, I won't fuck if you send me."

"Fuck your mother!"

Words are like knives, piercing Huang Wenqiu's ears, and those people's eyes are also searching him back and forth, which makes him feel even more painful.

I couldn't lift my legs, so I could only kick on the ground, trying to squirm and escape.

"It hurts...I'm dying of pain..."

No one cared whether he was in pain or not, and then he screamed suddenly, struggling with his neck straight, his body shaking uncontrollably: "Kill me...give me a good time..."

The sun was out of sight all night, his body was only half dead, but his spirit was thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.

He wants to see Song Huiyue.

There was a sound at the door, and someone rushed in, hugging and hugging him, he was now extremely sensitive to skin contact, and struggled in disgust.

"Wen Qiu, Wen Qiu... What's wrong with you? Did they torture you? If you bear with it, we will be reunited soon. I did it voluntarily, and you are not guilty!"

"My son! What's wrong with you? Mother's heart is going to be broken!"

Huang Wenqiu didn't look at Luo Huiniang and Xiao Chen at all, and turned stiffly from the futon to look at Song Huiyue.

There was not enough light in the room, and there was no light on, so it became more and more dim. Song Huiyue stood at the door against the light, her big black eyes almost solidified into black crystals, and her face was as emotionless as the horse god statue.

"I'm guilty," he lowered his head resignedly, "I was wrong, I was forced... Luo Huiniang asked someone to force me to board the boat with a knife, I don't want to leave, really, I'm determined to marry you... When I go out, I will definitely make it up to you and double your dowry... Let me go and let me go out."

Luo Huiniang looked at him in astonishment: "What do you mean?"

She let go of Huang Wenqiu's hand, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

Is he afraid?

She is not afraid, but he is?

However, Huang Wenqiu still ignored her and only looked at Song Huiyue eagerly.

Song Huiyue said kindly: "The matter between the two of us is over. I have handed over the marriage certificate and gift list to the yamen. You will be able to go out around tomorrow."

Huang Wenqiu stared: "Tomorrow?"

He has to stay here for another day?
No—he doesn't want to stay here, he wants to go out!
In a panic, he stepped forward on his knees and grabbed Song Huiyue's skirt: "There is a promise between us, you said you would marry me, you can't count your words! Don't you love me!"

Song Huiyue pulled out her skirt and retreated to the door to see him.

Huang Wenqiu screamed on the ground, his dignity as a human being was completely shattered, whether he was imprisoned or his fingers were severed, he was only frightened and physically injured, not enough to discredit him.

Now he is really scared.

He struggled to crawl forward, and shot at Song Huiyue like a dog: "I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

Song Huiyue squatted down: "Cousin, if you don't elope, my mother won't fall ill. You know that after my father passed away, she has been in poor health. Every time she gets seriously ill, she loses a lot of money." You really shouldn't be doing this."

Suddenly, Huang Wenqiu understood that Song Huiyue's revenge was not for herself.

She neither loves nor hates him, what she wants to defend is her home, her family.

Her gaze made Huang Wenqiu lower his head, and he muttered to himself: "She forced me..."

Luo Huiniang stared closely at Huang Wenqiu, who was begging for mercy, weeping silently, thinking in her heart: "No wonder all the faithful people in the world are women. It turns out that men are so knowledgeable about current affairs that they can't be faithful."

Her desperation seemed ridiculous on the contrary.

No, Wen Qiu is not such a person, Song Huiyue must have harmed him, he had no choice but to say that.

Her situation did not allow her to doubt Huang Wenqiu. Once she got to the bottom of it, there was no place for her to stand.

Song Huiyue stopped talking, exited the Horse Temple, returned the carriage with Yin Xiao, and went to the street to eat rice dumplings.

She loves to eat fish and rice dumplings, but Yinxiao hates fish very much, because it takes time and effort to pick the thorns carefully, and even after picking for a long time, she can't eat two bites, so she still eats roasted pork and rice dumplings.

After eating three bowls in a row, he looked up at Song Huiyue, and found that she was still picking fishbone slowly, so he ate two more bowls, and this time Song Huiyue finished too.

Song Huiyue wiped her mouth clean, and said to Yin Xiao: "Let's go to Yipinsu to buy refreshments. Qinghui hasn't gone out for two days, so he should be craving Disu."

Yin Xiao nodded and followed her with a puffed belly.

"Hey, I have also been taught a lesson this time," Song Huiyue reviewed herself as she walked, "The twisted melon is not only not sweet, but also very hurtful."

Yin Xiao immediately said: "Next time I will put him in jail, break his legs and tie him up."

Song Huiyue smiled: "Forget it, there will be no next time, just stay with me if you have money."

Yin Xiao replied sincerely: "But you have no money."

Song Huiyue couldn't believe her ears. When she thought about it carefully, she really spent a lot of money on Huang Wenqiu.

"The marriage is ruined, and the money is gone," she said dejectedly, "Is there still money to buy the crisps? The dim sum chef in the prince's house is actually very good."

When Yin Xiao heard her mention King Jin, she nodded immediately: "There are more."

"Where to buy pickles?"

"Have."

"What about the money for eating fish cakes?"

"Have."

Listening to Yin Xiao's energetic voice, Song Huiyue pulled out her heart from the prison, and said energetically: "Let's go buy Disu first, and then go buy pickled cucumbers for Auntie. Aunts love fish cakes. Let's eat it ourselves first, and then bring it to the aunts after eating."

After speaking, she strode forward.

After buying everything, Yin Xiao's two hands were full, and he walked home with Song Huiyue, every step was very brisk.

Song Huiyue happily walked back to Hengyu Street, Yin Xiao followed behind, carrying paper bags in both hands, and her heart was also full of joy.

Because Song Huiyue was very generous, he bought him a roast chicken—although it was his money.

Song Huiyue entered the door, delivered the presents one by one, and accompanied Mrs. Song to chat and laugh, and asked Mrs. Song to drink medicine.

(End of this chapter)