Do what you do, but don’t do what you don’t do.

My friend lets me down, but I won’t let my friend down. So Chen Guhong’s move to resist ghosts will not deal with those classmates. This is the bottom line of being a human being, but the county magistrate is different.

He and Wu Xiude colluded with me.

If it weren't for the little devil Gaozhuang, he would have been in the process of silence. Chen Guhong would have taken action.

Wu Xiude, a juren, shocked Gao Zhuang back, and Ma Zhong was even more in power, so Gao Zhuang naturally couldn't deal with it. What he wanted to deal with was the people around Ma Zhong.

Ma Zhong's hometown is thousands of miles away, even further away than Xuanzhou. When he came to Chengyang County, he took up his post in another place, and brought a wife, two concubines, three sons and five daughters.

Ma Zhong's wife was old and weak, and she was just a storefront. The most favored person at present is Ma Zhong's second concubine, whose surname is Qian, and she is known as Mrs. Qian.

Mrs. Qian is in her prime in her 29th year. She is beautiful, charming and fairy-like. And she is not like an ordinary woman who cares for her husband and children at home, and she likes to play outside.

After Ma Zhong took office in Chengyang, she liked to sit in a sedan chair to Hongjiang in the south of the city to relax. The magnificent waves of Hongjiang deeply touched her heart.

This day is shining brightly and cloudless.

"Squeak!"

There are birds circling in the sky. Looking up, there are several egrets fishing in the river. The white feathers and elegant posture make people deeply feel the beauty of nature.

Four people by the river were walking and stopping, and there were also several strong slaves and a small maid. The curtain of the sedan was kept lifting up, revealing Mrs. Qian's charming face. She raised her eyes and looked at Hong Jiang and praised: "What a magnificent Hong Jiang, what a picturesque egret, I can't get tired of watching it."

"No matter how beautiful Hongjiang is, it is not as beautiful as his wife." The maid beside him smiled.

"loquacious."

Mrs. Qian broke her mouth, but her delicate pretty face showed a little pride. She was an ordinary village woman, but although she was beautiful, she had no choice but to marry a farmer.

Later, Ma Zhong became the county magistrate in her county. Once, Ma Zhong went out to walk around and was washing clothes by the river. It was so easy to get along and successfully entered the Ma family to be a concubine.

With her beauty, she was favored and became Mrs. Qian, who can now be rampant.

"Huh!" Just as Mrs. Qian felt a little tired, she gently held her head, and her appearance was another charm. Gradually, Mrs. Qian closed her eyes.

"It's strange, I'm not sleepy."

A strange mood emerged, and then Mrs. Qian's eyes turned dark and she was in an environment when she woke up.

I saw a fog around me, no sun and moon, and I don’t know when it was. White clouds floated in the sky, and the white clouds floated like dreams. And she was standing on the white clouds, soft under her feet.

"Ah!" Mrs. Qian screamed in surprise, but she looked down and saw that she had shackles on her neck and iron chains under her feet, like a prisoner.

"Mr. Qian, do you know that you are guilty?" At this time, a Hongda voice sounded. Mrs. Qian shook her heart and looked up and saw a person floating in front of her.

This man was wearing a golden armor and a golden helmet, wearing a red brocade robe. The brocade robe fluttered and flew, making noises. His ears were drooping and shoulders were dignified, and his eyes were as bright as the stars, which was so bright that it was forcing people. He held a three-pointed, two-edged sword in his hand, and his eyes were filled with anger, and his murderous aura came overwhelmed.

Mrs. Qian trembled her heart and knelt down in fear, kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "The people's wife doesn't know, but the people's wife doesn't know." She thought in fear, "Where is this god? What did I do wrong again?"

"Hey, don't you know the crime?" "The God" smiled, shook his right arm, and the three-pointed two-edged sword was pressed against Mrs. Qian's neck. Mrs. Qian could clearly feel the coldness of the three-pointed two-edged sword.

"Gulu." Mrs. Qian swallowed hard, her face turned blue.

"Your husband Ma Zhong is not kind to the official and is not upright. He often plunders the wealth and ointment of the people, and colludes with the traitor and harms the nobles. As a woman in the back house, you should be killed. After death, you will be sent to the eighteen levels of hell and will never be reborn." The "god" shouted, "The gods are powerful and powerful, and the general trend is like rivers, sun and moon.

Mrs. Qian was just a village woman. After flying to the branch, she was just a favored concubine in the inner house. She had never seen the market. When she heard that she wanted to beheaded and was sent to the eighteenth floor of hell, she was frightened and cried repeatedly: "The God General is clear, the God General is relieved, the little woman is wronged, and the little woman is wronged."

"Hey, is it wrong?" The "God" smiled coldly, spread his arms, and the white mist boiled, and then a bright mirror was formed. A figure was revealed in the Ming Dynasty. The man was tall, with a thin face but not weak, but handsome and elegant. He was wearing a white Confucian shirt, cloth shoes on his feet, a scarf on his head, and a lively expression.

A gentle and elegant aura hits my face.

When Mrs. Qian saw it, she thought to herself, "What a romantic scholar."

"Do you know who this is?" "The God" shouted.

"The civilian woman doesn't know." Mrs. Qian quickly dissipated her evil thoughts and kowtowed repeatedly.

"This is the descending from Wenqu Star. His surname is Guhong in this life. He is destined to become the nobleman of the top scholar." "The God" shouted.

"Mom, Wenquxing came to earth?????!" Mrs. Qian was very shocked and screamed in her heart.

"And you know that your husband Ma Zhong will frame the nobleman today with the traitor Wu Xiude of the county. Now tell me, are you going to be beheaded?"

The gods were angry and the sea of ​​clouds rolled, as if the waves were stormy. The ghosts on both sides appeared, and all the green faces and fangs were dimmed. The fairy of white clouds seemed to have turned into the underworld, with gusts of cold wind.

Mrs. Qian hugged her chest with her hands, shivering, her lips turned white, and she cried and said, "The people's women don't know, but the people don't know, but they really don't know."

"Hmph, I don't know it's a sin. I'll give you seven days to handle the funeral of the world. After seven days, I will take your life and bring your soul into the underworld."

The god snorted coldly and shouted fiercely.

"God general, listen to the civilian woman..." Mrs. Qian was about to defend herself, but at this time the sky was spinning. When she opened her eyes, she was in her own sedan chair again.

Mrs. Qian sat for a while, like a wooden sculpture.

"Huh!" At this time, the maid lifted the curtain, and a gust of river wind poured in, making Mrs. Qian wake up a little. The maid smiled and said, "Madam, are you awake?"

But Mrs. Qian had been sleeping for a while, and she thought she was just lethargy.

"Awaken!" Mrs. Qian said mutely. Then her pupils contracted, and her face instantly turned from blood to white, then to blue, and finally her lips turned blue.

"Madam, what's wrong with you?" The maid was shocked and screamed. The sedan chair owner was shocked and stopped immediately.

"It's a disaster, it's a disaster. We will never be born again in the future." Mrs. Qian suddenly cried, crying so loudly, and the shrill sound came to all directions. When she smelled sadness, the listener burst into tears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Mrs. Qian cried, crying loudly.

"Madam, Madam!" The maid panicked and said hurriedly.

"Go back, we will go back to the county government immediately. I don't want it, I don't want to be sent to the eighteenth level of hell." After crying for a moment, Mrs. Qian reluctantly calmed down and urged loudly.
Chapter completed!