Returning to Before Husband’s Castration

Chapter 53 Beloved

Lu Bing took it when he saw it, and took away the seriously injured and unconscious Ding Wu and the others. He didn’t dare to put Ding Wu in the next courtyard. In case Yan Shifan’s old skills were repeated, he would also learn his tricks of setting fire to fire. Go in and **** Ding Wu away. Tonight, Lu Ying’s efforts were all in vain.

Jin Yiwei squatting on the moat really found a suspicious person. This person appeared when the bear and children swimming in the moat were about to be curfew and were forcibly taken home by their mothers by their ears, and the lively river surface like dumplings dropped down to restore calm. , Still carrying a sack.

When the man went down to the river carrying a sack and opened the rope to seal the bag, he was captured by the guarding Jin Yiwei.

This man was a dead man. He bit through the medicine sac hidden in his collar, bleeding from his orifices and foaming at his mouth.

Jin Yiwei opened the sack, a breath of alcohol and rotten gas rushed over his face, and the person in the bag had a rotten face.

It is the dead mask Wu.

When Lu Bing and his party arrived at the moat outside Zhengyangmen, Wu’s body in the mask was mortified by the roadside. The fellow Jin Yiwei bought paper money, paper gold and silver ingots and other trivial things, which had burnt a pile of black ash. Up.

Although it had been expected, everyone was shocked when they saw Wu’s body in the mask. Lu Bing took the lead to dismount, and everyone followed suit.

Everyone observed a moment of silence, and Lu Ying said, “Father first go back to the Yamen to rest, and I will return the body to Mask Wu’s house.”

Lu Bing’s stroke was just right, but he couldn’t stay up late anymore.

Lu Bing knew that he could not hold on to his body, and asked, “Do you know how to tell Mask Wu’s family?”

Lu Ying wanted to tell the truth, but thinking of Yan Shifan’s terrifying methods, the mask of anger and grief, Wu’s family was afraid that they would hit the rocks with pebbles, and they would be broken.

Lu Ying bit his lip, the upper teeth almost bite his lower lip to bleed, and finally said: “Drunk and accidentally drowned.”

After talking about this, Lu Ying slapped herself fiercely and wanted to slap again, but was stopped by Wang Daxia holding her arm, and said:

“It’s not Lu Tongling’s fault. I was so fearless and fearless tonight that I was terrified by Shi Lang Yan. I am the son of a thousand households, Shi Lang Yan wants to pinch me to death, and even my father will be crushed to death. It’s just like an ant, not to mention the family of Mask Wu. If it is for protection, there is no shame in lying. I will take a trip for Commander Lu and explain to the family of Mask Wu.”

Lu Ying returned to dive to rescue him, and he maintained a lot of protection when Yan Shifan pressed the question. Wang Daxia has been subdued by Lu Ying and is willing to carry the scapegoat for her.

Lu Ying shook him away, “If you are injured, go back first. I will send the mask Wu home. That’s it.”

Lu Bing looked at the tooth marks on her daughter’s lower lip, feeling very distressed, but she had no choice. She chose not to love red outfits and arms, and she didn’t want to be a spoiled daughter in the richest boudoir. She was destined to face the path of growth. The cruelty of Wu’s death in the mask is just the beginning, after which there are more painful struggles waiting for her.

He was old and had continuous strokes. It was impossible to keep her from the wind and rain all the time. She had to learn to fly by herself.

Lu Bing got on the horse, “Leave ten people to take the mask Wu home, and the rest will go back with me.”

Wei Caiwei squatted beside the masked Wu corpse, silent at this ugly face. Like her family, he is also Yan Shifan’s victim. They are as small as ants, unable to shake the elephant Yan Shifan.

To deal with Yan Shifan, it is not suitable to kill Chen Qianhu and his son. Yan Shifan has to rely on the power of the DPRK to trip him under the protection of layers of protection of the dead.

“Let’s go.” Wang Daxia said.

Wei Caiwei still didn’t say a word, and got on the carriage. She was afraid that once she spoke, the hatred that had been suppressed for ten years would overflow.

The city gate has been closed, and a curfew has begun in the city.

But who is Lu Bing? One of his warrants called to open the city gate. Starting from the bridge and barricade of the moat, the outer city gate, inner city gate, and Wengcheng city gate were opened one by one, allowing Lu Bing to enter the city.

Lu Bing knocked on the door at night. Tomorrow will definitely have him in the census of the Imperial History. However, when the Emperor Jiajing meets him, he will stay in the middle and not send out. Lu Bing is often involved. Anyway, there are too many lice and no debts. worry.

Lu Ying sent Mask Wu’s body to his home in Broom Alley. The family was waiting for Mask Wu to return home for the Dragon Boat Festival. They thought he was late for an errand, but it was Yong Jue.

The old mother at home fainted when she saw her son’s body. Lu Ying and his son Wu, who was wearing a mask, set up a filial shed for the funeral overnight, and stayed busy until dawn.

Back at the Jinyiwei Yamen, the first thing Lu Bing had to do was to carry Ding Wu to the underground death row.

For safety, Ding Rukui’s cell did not have any lights. For the past ten years, Ding Rukui has lived and rested with the sun, but Ding Rukui did not sleep tonight. He was lying on the bed, holding his son’s small golden seal tightly in his hand.

To die or not to die is a question.

Fortunately, Ding Rukui was deceived by Yan Songyan Shifan and his son ten years ago, leaving the root of his suspicion. He thought about it, not sure about Ding Wu’s safety, and has not committed suicide by swallowing gold.

With the lights on in the aisle and the sound of footsteps, Ding Rukui immediately became nervous. He was scared, and his hand holding the golden seal was shaking.

This scene seems familiar. Ten years ago, on the same night, Lu Bing suddenly visited and told his wife that he had passed away in exile.

The footsteps were getting closer and Ding Rukui could no longer pretend to be asleep. He ran from the bed to the iron railing barefoot and said, “What happened?”

Ding Rukui was afraid to hear the worst news.

It really was Lu Bing. Two soldiers followed him, carrying a stretcher, and the man on the stretcher was his son Ding Wu.

Ding Rukui’s legs immediately seemed to be pulled out of strength, and he slumped on the ground.

Lu Bing said, “Ding Wu is still alive. I rescued him. You can rest assured.”

Upon hearing this, Ding Rukui quickly stretched out his hand to touch his son’s snort on the stretcher.

Some are weak, but still alive.

Lu Bing said, “You have to believe me, you can only believe me now.” After that, Lu Bing stretched out his hand, “Give me things.”

Ding Rukui knew what he wanted, and put the golden seal on Lu Bing’s palm, “Save him, I only have him. I swear, I will never find short-sights in the future.”

At this time, Ding Rukui was not a former military official, nor was he a death row prisoner, he was just a father.

At the same time, Wei Caiwei changed Wang Daxia’s scald medicine, “Don’t puncture this blister, let it heal itself slowly, otherwise the wounds in this summer will ulcerate, which is not good. I have seen the whole arm rotten. You can’t take it lightly if you are forced to amputate your limbs in the end.”

When Wang Daxia heard that she was going to chop her arm, she was trembling with fright, “I will heal my wounds obediently and will not run around.”

Wei Caiwei prescribed oral medicine again, and asked the guards to grab the medicine overnight and boil it. “Drink the medicine before going to bed. Don’t be lazy.”

Wang Da Xianuo Nuo said yes, “Thank you for saving me by setting fire tonight.”

If it was a while later, he would not get away so smoothly.

Wei Caiwei said, “Thank you for saving Ding Wu. He doesn’t know how to use martial arts. He almost couldn’t survive the waterwheel.”

Ding Wu’s body is not as good as Wang Daxia. After hanging on the waterwheel for a long time, he is still unconscious.

Before Wang Daxia took the medicine, she started to drink jealous again, “Are you here to save me because I saved Ding Wu?”

You… Wei Caiwei really wants to lift Wang Daxia’s skull to see what his mind thinks.

But watching Wang Daxia’s arm burn, Wei Caiwei felt softened and spoke softly, “Is there any Ding Wu, I will save you.”

Then he gave him the grapes on the plate, “Eat something for supper, don’t drink medicine on an empty stomach.”

Wang Daxia is just so coaxing, a soft sentence, a little bit of food is enough.

However, Wang Daxia has obviously become more advanced recently, “Oh, my arm hurts so much, my hand hurts when I try hard, and the grape skins are not easy to peel.”

This meant that Wei Caiwei was asked to peel him grapes.

Wang Daxia is this kind of personality that shines brightly with a little sunshine, dares to push her nose on her face when she gives a good face, and does not fight for three days, and goes to the house.

If you were an ordinary person, he would have been gone.

But Wei Caiwei is no one else, he is his wife from the previous life. He has eaten soft food for her life, and in this world, she can bear him the most.

In the last life, Wang Daxia ate soft rice, and he usually peeled the grapes to Wei Caiwei. Stripped for a lifetime, now it’s his turn to act like a baby.

Hold back, at that time, I came to pay back his love in this life.

Wei Caiwei washed her hands, peeled the grapes for him personally, and removed the grape seeds with a toothpick—this was how Wang Daxia peeled her grapes in her previous life.

“Open your mouth.”

Ah-Wang Daxia opened her mouth wide, waiting to be fed.

Wei Caiwei was about to throw the grapes into his mouth. Unexpectedly, Wang Daxia was like a chicken pecking at the rice, suddenly lowered her head, curled her tongue, and rolled the grapes into her mouth.

Feeling the delicate warmth of the tip of his tongue with her fingertips, Wei Caiwei’s heart swayed, thinking of the love she had with Wang Daxia in her previous life when she was a husband and wife.

Wang Daxia is a rootless eunuch, but with ingenuity and a clever mouth, he is best at eating soft rice.

Although the two are a eater couple, they are not less happy in the bed…

Wait, what am I thinking about? Now Wang Daxia is only fourteen years old and has not yet reached the championship.

What’s more, the fourteen-year-old Wang Daxia and later Wang Gonggong are almost two completely different people, apart from a good-looking face and a terrifying aesthetic that likes red, green, green, red and red.

Wei Caiwei calmed down and pushed the remaining grapes to Wang Daxia, “You can eat it yourself.”

Wei Caiwei did have some empathy for the current Wang Daxia, but she was not a devil. The dead ghost husband is still only a half-size boy, very tender, and still immature in mind.

He didn’t know what he was doing, what the consequences would be, and whether he was able to bear the consequences.

He is still a teenager who needs her to protect his bright smile. His eyes without a trace of haze were something Wei Caiwei had never seen in the previous life.

Wang Daxia acted like a baby, “My hand hurts.”

Wei Caiwei picked a grape and put it in her mouth, bit out the flesh, then spit out the grape skin, “You just eat it like this, don’t peel it with your hands.”

Seeing Wei Caiwei treating herself so tenderly and patiently, Wang Daxia was pampered and spoiled, “You see, I am hurt, ah hurts.”

Wei Caiwei was helpless, what else could happen, her dead ghost husband could only spoil herself, she peeled the grape skins and removed the grape seeds, but no longer fed them, but put all the fruit in a small bowl for Wang Daxia to use Scoop it up and eat it.

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