Working part-time as a wife is too busy

Chapter 1
In the 37th year of the Great Qin Dynasty, it was late autumn.

There was a drizzle, the wind suddenly picked up, and the yellow leaves were flying, like autumn snow falling powerlessly amidst the screams of ghosts and wolves.

The imperial capital's martial arts field was surrounded by common people and city guards.

"Boom—" The first gong sounded, and the hundred guards who escorted the prisoners walked up to the beheading platform on the execution ground.

Among the jailers were more than 30 prisoners, old and young, who were chained back and forth, moving forward in a state of embarrassment.

The oldest is an 80-year-old man with disheveled hair and a bloody face, and the youngest child is held tightly in the arms of a woman who falters and has dull eyes.

"Boom——" The second gong sounded, and more than 30 prisoners were forced to kneel on the beheading platform by the jailer. Behind each prisoner stood a murderous executioner holding a deadly sword.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the third sound of the gong "Boom, boom, boom" sounded three times, and the executioner raised his knife and dropped it neatly, and more than 30 human heads and blood splattered and rolled down on the execution ground.

Silence, deathly silence.The people didn't even have time to sigh and sigh, the last 30 bloodlines of the Zuo clan of Daqin Zhonglie hated Luofu.

Blood and rain, weeping and complaining, wronged souls and wild ghosts, blood debts.

The autumn night is cold and the rain is getting heavier. The cemetery in the Great Qin Kingdom is brightly lit. From a distance, it looks like the lamp of the seductive messenger flickering;

The 53-year-old yamen servant Zhong Bo tremblingly put a two-year-old boy who had been pierced by a sword in the heart and lungs and was already emitting a stench, into the grave he had dug.

He was so tearful that he didn't dare to let the busy Lao Zhang and Lao Li beside him see that crying for the Zuo family would be charged with "rebellious officials and thieves".

"Uncle Zhong, hurry up! People are dead, and you still have to arrange some clothes for him, dig the grave for a long time, and bury people until dawn! It really makes me suffer!" Lao Zhang, who smelled of alcohol, complained.

Uncle Zhong was speechless, but carefully wiped the blood off the face of the lifeless child, but no matter how much he wiped it off, no matter how much he washed it with rainwater, he couldn't get it off.

Uncle Zhong sighed and said, "There's too much blood, I'm afraid it won't be cleaned up!"

Old Li saw what Uncle Zhong was thinking, and hurriedly reminded him: "Uncle Zhong, don't lament anymore, be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth."

Uncle Zhong glanced at him, finally calmed down, and began to put another dead child into the grave, which was already No. 30 nine corpses of the blood of the Zuo family.

Looking at the thousand cemeteries, who is pushed into the loess at this moment is not a descendant of a loyal minister, and which one is not a descendant of a good general.

It's a pity that the monarch is tyrannical and the ministers are in power, and the harem is chaotic. With the phrase "the ministers play with the emperor and concubines", more than [-] members of the Zuo family and nine clans were beheaded by ruthless swords, and more than a thousand people implicated were exiled to a desert island. .

The catastrophe of extermination, the wrath of the sky and the grievances of the people, can go up to the relatives of the emperor, down to the poor people, no one dares to ask, no one dares to stop.

Asking, the future is not guaranteed; resistance, life is in danger.

Autumn rain came with Qiu hatred and anger, and it was not only the Zuo family who lost their innocent souls that night. On the outskirts of the forgotten imperial capital, in the small village of Ningyuan Hou's mansion, which seemed calm on the outside, evil and dirty souls were attacking. Watching the poor man show his teeth and claws.

The darkness is layered upon layer, and the cold raindrops are like poison that penetrates into the bone marrow, making people tremble uncomfortably.

"Mother, I... I dare not!" With willow eyebrows and almond eyes, Hong'er, a girl with double buns and a half-worn blue dress, stood in front of the bed with a face full of fear.

"Idiot, she's going to die sooner or later! If she dies at your hands, it will still be of some use. Madam can say, once this trash dies, we will send someone to pick us up and make you an aunt. Hurry up!" An old woman in navy blue narrow sleeves and a double-breasted beige forced a soft pillow into her daughter's hand with a sinister expression.

At this moment, the girl's face was pale and transparent, lying on the low locust wood bed beside their legs. The smelly pear blossom quilt was like a mountain pressing on her thin body. Only the almost inaudible breathing sound represented the girl's life is still struggling.

Suddenly, a soft pillow ruthlessly landed on her pretty nose and small, bloodless mouth. The perpetrators were the maid Hong'er and her housekeeper Qian Momo.

"quack--"

All of a sudden, like a panicked person who was ruthlessly driven out from the depths of a dark and distant mountain, several panicked crows made Hong'er and Nanny Qian fall to the cold hard ground, and the soft pillow rolled along with it. It fell on the corner of the bed, looking very weird.

"Mother...Mother..." Hong'er supported her frightened half of her body and took two steps back, stammering.

"Shut up!" The matter has come to this point, Qian Momo has no more to worry about, for the sake of her glory and wealth in the rest of her life, the person on the bed must die tonight.

She suddenly stood up from the ground, as if her whole body was full of gushing power, without any hesitation, she picked up the soft pillow on the ground, and once again, Nanny Qian tightly covered the mouth and nose of the girl on the bed.

Hong'er was frightened by her mother's cruelty, she tightly covered her mouth, her eyes were wide open, filled with endless panic and fear, as well as a trace of guilt.

A gust of wind blew, and the sound of tapping on the window lattice was like someone had discovered the cruel scene in the house, but after all, the wind passed without a trace, and everything returned to its original tranquility.

"Okay, okay!" Qian Momo tested the girl's breathing, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, "Get up and go out with the medicine bowl!"

Glancing at her useless daughter, Qian Momo pulled up her daughter on the ground as if nothing had happened. Now is not the time to let her be in a daze, and she has to hurry to inform that person that what she was asked to do has been done. Then it's time to deliver on the promise.

Trembling, Hong'er picked up the medicine bowl on the dilapidated willow table, and followed her mother out, she didn't dare to look back at the lifeless girl, she just said silently in her heart: "I'm sorry, Miss, I'm sorry!"

After the two walked out, Qian Momo gently closed the door, and then told her daughter Xiaohong to wait in the kitchen, while she walked into the darkness alone, with excitement and anticipation on her face.

Half an hour later, Xiaohong, who was restless, had already grasped the door frame of the kitchen and looked into the darkness for a long time. She felt the breath of death all around her. Drive her crazy.

(End of this chapter)