Returning to Before Husband’s Castration

Wei Caiwei's first day of rebirth: To prevent men from coming to the palace, keep the roots, maybe I will use it in the future.

Wei Caiwei's third day of rebirth: Pass the knife to the dog man, cut it off, hurry up.

Perhaps there was a lot of energy in his heart, Wang Daxia only felt inexplicably cold under his crotch and shuddered.

Seeing the laughter from the outside of Shuntian Mansion Yin Wang's loach became more and more unreasonable, he immediately slapped the gavel, "Silent! Quiet! This is a public hall, not a theater garden, retreat! Close the gate!"

The officials outside the court dispelled the onlookers, “It’s already one and four o’clock (about half past eight), so don’t you go back soon! It’s the second shift (9 o’clock in the evening) and the curfew is closed. You can’t go back if you want to. Up."

In the Ming Dynasty, the night was divided into five shifts, one shifted to five o’clock, each shift was twenty-four minutes of the Western clock, one shift started at seven, and the other shifted at three at about eight in the evening. More people began to beat the gong and set aside an hour to remind people to go home quickly.

The curfew started at one and three o'clock in the morning, officially began at two (9 o'clock), and ended at five and three o'clock (about 4:12 in the morning).

For the curfew in the capital, the five city soldiers and horses are responsible for night patrols, and they are responsible for patrolling the five urban areas in the east, west, south, north and central. If there is no reason to wander the streets, they will all be caught and beaten forty boards. Atonement, to show punishment.

Those passers-by who chased from Wanping all the way to the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion in Daxing County to watch the excitement hurriedly went home, fearing that they would still be on the way by the second watch.

As the curfew was approaching, crowds of crowds on the third and outer floors of the public hall were crowded with birds and beasts.

Wei Caiwei scolded the dog man almost a hundred times in his head, and died the eunuch. Now, the curfew problem must be solved.

Tianshuixiang is in Wanping County, the northern city. She came in a mule cart of Broker Chen. Now Broker Chen is detained as a witness. The curfew is approaching and it is difficult for her to hire a car to go home.

Moreover, the key to the other lock of the gate was still on Wang Daxia, even if he could hurry back before the curfew, he would not be able to open the door.

Wei Caiwei simply stayed at an inn opposite the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion for one night.

After voting for the inn, Wei Caiwei went upstairs, opened the window, and looked at the closed Yamen on the opposite side.

There are only a few horses in the two rows of tied horse posts on the left and right of the Yamen gate. One of the steed horses has a white linen cloth tied around its neck, indicating that there is a funeral in the host's family.

It was the mount of Chen Qianhu, the culprit who betrayed promises, framed charges, and caused the He family to nearly destroy the family.

Now the hall is temporarily closed. Yamen’s head hunters, Jin Yiwei, and Beicheng soldiers and horses have scattered to look for witnesses on horseback for questioning. Only Chen Qianhu, Wang Qianhu, and Mu Baihu have stayed in the public hall for supper and tea. , Waiting to open again.

The onlookers scattered because of the imminent curfew. There was only one old man guarding the horse at the door. The old man held a wine gourd in his head, drank slightly, and dozed off his knees.

In the dark, the white linen strip on the horse's neck is particularly eye-catching.

Wei Caiwei in the inn realized that this was a rare opportunity for revenge. It was easy to kill Chen Dalang, who likes to steal joy by himself, with a beauty scheme, but Chen Qianhu hugged and followed many of his subordinates before and after coming in and out. Wei Caiwei played alone and had no chance of winning. He needed to find Opportunity to do it again.

This opportunity tonight is not bad. If everything goes well, Chen Qianhu and his son will be closed by her on the same day.

In the last life, Chen Qianhu was beaten into the Yan Cang by Wang Daxia in Jiajing forty-four years after five years. He beheaded and avenged Wei Caiwei.

In this life, I don’t have to wait another five years for the opportunity to be delivered to my door, and I will suffer in hatred.

In this life, I will avenge my grievances. Wei Caiwei made a decisive decision. She left the inn, walked to the corner, and then took off the eye-catching white filial piety scarf on her hair bun. She was originally wearing a plain blue cloth, without a filial piety bun, and a black bun. Immediately melt into the night.

Wei Caiwei walked quickly to the side of Chen Qianhu's mount, took out a spike that was as thin as a cow's hair and as short as a bee needle, and pierced it into the leather saddle. The index finger and thumb gently twisted the spike, and the spike rotated slowly. In the thick cowhide, only one point was exposed.

Wei Caiwei plunged into three spikes, and then quenched poison on the spikes...

After setting up the death trap, Wei Caiwei went to the corner again, put on Bai Xiao's bun, and deliberately went to the dim sum shop that was about to close next door, bought a pack of buttered snails as a supper, and returned to the inn.

Wei Caiwei asked Xiao Er to make a pot of tea, and sat in front of the window, drinking tea and eating snails in butter, and observing the movement of the yamen through the window.

In the yamen, Wang Daxia was eating and drinking in the corner with a calm expression.

Kibaihu comforted Wang Qianhu, "The adults don't get angry. The second young master is wrong to sell the field to redeem the oiran, but it is better than murder, right?"

Wang Qianhu really wants to cry without tears, what can he do? I can only despair to accept the fact that my son is a prodigal son.

As Kimoho said, it’s better than killing, right?

Jin Yiwei Zhou Xiaoqi held a supper to persuade Shangguan Chen Qianhu to have a meal: "My lord, I am afraid that you will have an overnight trial tonight. You haven't eaten dinner at all. Please use some first. I'm afraid that my body won't be able to hold it."

In the pain of losing his son, Chen Qianhu had no appetite and waved his hand, "Stay here, I'll talk about it later."

Zhou Xiaoqi persuaded again: "My lord—"

Chen Qianhu stared at him, threatening, "I don't want to repeat the same thing a second time, and step back."

From beginning to end, Chen Qianhu didn't touch the midnight snack, just drank a cup of tea.

In the inn, the melted buttered snails were eaten, and when a pot of tea reached the third soak, Wei Caiwei saw officers and soldiers coming to Shuntian Palace with witnesses one after another.

From Wang Daxia bought the Fengshui Onmyoji Master Zhang Tianshi of Sanlitun Country Estate.

The shopkeeper and buddy of Santong Qianzhuang Gulou Xixiejie branch.

Red sleeve recruits old bustards and turtle slaves.

And, the former red sleeve recruits the oiran Yingying girl.

Miss Yingying was the last one to come. She washed the lead, and wore a heavy purple dress. It was black in the night. There was no jewelry on her head. She only wore a black scarf with the corners of the scarf hanging down. To the position of the shoulder blades.

The scarf is usually worn by the literati at home or when holding an essay meeting, and it is very elegant.

The Oiran lady, a well-deserved name, does not need any jewellery to support her flowery and moonlike appearance, she is dazzling without makeup.

These witnesses, except for Zhang Tianshi, who is the elaboration and teaching of the Sang Lu Division of the Ministry of Rites, and officials from the sixth rank, who can sit and talk in the public hall, the rest are white and need to kneel and talk.

Wang Daxia ate and drank, knelt down on the futon and dozed off. When everyone saw that Wang Yanei was kneeling, they all knelt down.

Only Miss Yingying, who is too beautiful, Wang Niyang felt pity and pity for jade, and coughed slightly: "You are a woman, just stand up and talk back."

All of you here are officials, and Wang Niyang can't let a woman who has just been ex-slaved sit on an equal footing with these officials.

"Thank you, sir for your kindness." Girl Yingying stood beside Wang Daxia and gave a polite. "I didn't expect you to be treated as a murderer in order to redeem me. I'm really sorry."

As soon as Wang Daxia saw the beauty, she became energetic, "It's okay, just let it go, I don't lose a single hair."

Snapped!

"It has been promoted." Wang Niyu banged the gavel and asked Tianshi Zhang first: "This morning, did Tianshi Zhang, as Wang Daxia said, sign a contract in Sanlitun?"

Zhang Tianshi sat to talk, nodded and said: "Exactly."

Wang Niyang asked again: "Who entrusted Tianshi Zhang to buy this land?"

Zhang Tianshi was an official of the imperial court and a famous Fengshui Onmyoji in the capital. He was involved in the selection of the site of the imperial tomb. Therefore, he was also a celebrity who asked the dignitaries of the capital to find a place for feng shui tombs.

Zhang Tianshi looked around and his eyes fell on Chen Qianhu, who was wearing mourning clothes. "The nobleman entrusted me to call his name directly in court and disrespect the nobleman. But it is related to the murder of Chen Gongzi and his life is at stake. I can’t help but say. In this way, I will write down the names of the nobles and show them to Chen Qianhu, Wang Qianhu, and Wangfu Yin. You will be burned after reading. You can just know what I know, how about?"

With the crown covering Jinghua, Zhang Tianshi must be such a prudent person, so the three nodded in agreement.

Master Xing Ming handed pen and ink to the paper. Zhang Tianshi wrote his name on the paper. Master Xing Ming held the paper and showed it to the three people. First, he gave it to the bitter master Chen Qianhu.

Chen Qianhu saw it, his face pale as paper, his eyes increasingly desperate.

Wang Qianhu looked at it, his eyes seemed to be scalded by fire, and he subconsciously covered his mouth.

Finally, he presented it to Wang Niyue, who was frightened when he saw it. He hurriedly burned the paper and said to Zhang Tianshi: "I'm sorry to bother Zhang Tianshi for running so late. I have already asked what I have said. There are still two thousand households. What do you want to ask?"

Wang Qianhu immediately said, "No." Such a powerful figure behind Zhang Tianshi dare not ask!

Chen Qianhu shook his head stiffly.

Wang Niyang said, "In that case, please come back, Master Zhang."

Everyone stood up to send Tianshi Zhang.

Next is the red sleeve recruits old bustards and turtle slaves. The treasurer and the clerk of the three-way bank were in line with Wang Daxia's confession.

When I asked the last witness, Miss Yingying, the general situation was determined. The murderer was definitely not Wang Daxia. It would be a waste of time to continue.

Chen Qianhu stood up abruptly. Because he hadn't eaten dinner and sat for a long time, he was a little dizzy and his body swayed slightly, "Farewell."

Chen Qianhu walked out, Wang Niyang raised his hand to stay, "Chen Qianhu, Miss Yingying hasn't answered yet, the case is still under trial."

Chen Qianhu wanted to rush back to interrogate the other suspects. He ignored Wang Niyang and left like this.

Wang Niyang is a little embarrassed: I am the official of the capital of the parents anyhow! This is too pretentious!

"The case is over, Wang Daxia is innocent, and he will withdraw!" It's better to have more things than less things, and Wang Niyang will accept it as soon as he sees it.

Wang Daxia stood up from the futon, stretched her waist, and said to Miss Yingying: "It's so late, I'll send you back—oooo!"

Wang Qianhu covered the prodigal son's mouth and forcibly dragged him away-he really couldn't sit back and watch his son hook up with a dusty woman in public.

This woman is as beautiful as a fairy, no wonder she can coax the prodigal son to sell Tian to redeem her.

If the prodigal son sends the fairy home and enters the fairy cave, he won't be able to eat so much bones.

Wang Qianhu decided to tie his prodigal son back home and ban his feet.

Outside the yamen, Chen Qianhu turned on his horse and sat on the saddle for an instant. He felt a bit tingling on the left and right strands, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito, but the tingling quickly disappeared, so he continued to pat the horse forward.

When he was approaching the door, Chen Qianhu couldn't hold it anymore. He was in a depressed mood and did not enter the grain at night. He was dizzy and his feet were soft. After riding all the way, his dizziness became worse and worse, and he gradually found it difficult to breathe. .

If this continues, I'm afraid I will be planted from horseback.

Chen Qianhu tried his best, pulled the rein, stopped, his body floated from the saddle like cotton wool, but fortunately he was caught by his men.

"My lord! Are you okay!"

Chen Qianhu covered his neck with his hands, "I...I can't breathe."