Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Bloody Revenge Red beans grow in the north? …
When the Rakshasa bird heard her say this, it was satisfied and turned into a wisp of black smoke and possessed He Qiongzhu's body.
Her mouth immediately turned into a sharp gray-yellow bird's beak, her two nail polish-painted hands turned into sharp claws, and a pair of huge wings split from her back, shook twice, and then flew into the air.
She flew to the ginkgo tree and threw Wang Lang to the ground. He was not dead yet, but fell to the ground with his limbs spread out. His scarlet robe was already covered in blood and mud.
He was blind and could only crawl on the ground, screaming miserably. He looked so terrifying that the guests and servants avoided him.
Wang Lang crawled on the ground for a while, and He Qiongzhu hooked his hair with one claw and threw him heavily onto the rockery next to him.
The Wang family had invited countless guests today, and their faces were pale with fright. A huge fear enveloped everyone.
It was Yuan Shenji who finally reacted. He snatched a sword from the Dali Temple yamen runner and shouted, "What are you standing there for? Get out of the backyard immediately."
At this time, the stunned guests finally reacted and rushed through the Aquarius Gate in the backyard.
The Aquarius Gate is exquisitely designed, like a narrow vase, and has a good meaning. “Ping” (ping) and “ping” (ping) are homophones, meaning peace.
But it was too narrow, and only two people could pass through at a time. The nobles, who were usually so arrogant, chased each other, pushed and bumped into each other. Each of them wanted to be the first to run, but they all fell together at the door. In an instant, bursts of crying broke out.
Yuan Shenji and the people from the Dali Temple took up weapons to deal with He Qiongzhu. Her claws were extremely sharp and she grabbed a bailiff and threw him aside.
Yuan Shenji took the time to come over and grab Duan Zhiwei's arm: "What are you doing here? Get out of here!"
Taking advantage of his distraction, He Qiongzhu flew over with red eyes. Yuan Shenji quickly blocked in front of Duan Zhiwei and swung his Mo Dao at him. He Qiongzhu's claws were bleeding and Yuan Shenji was also hooked by the sharp claws, and some blood stains appeared on his dark robe.
Duan Zhiwei shouted at her, "Madam He, we paid for most of Chen Wei's funeral expenses, and his sister Chen Guifang is currently staying in my restaurant. How can you repay kindness with hatred?"
Although the original cemetery site in Shaoling was not expensive, Chen Guifang could not afford it alone. Most of the money was paid by Yuan Shenji, who did not ask her to pay it back.
Sure enough, He Qiongzhu paused for a moment, her blood-red eyes suddenly flashed, and her expression changed from resentment to daze. Yuan Shenji protected Duan Zhiwei in front of him, staring at her coldly, waiting for her to get closer, and then he would swing the Mo Dao in his hand to compete with her.
After a moment, she returned to her resentful look, and suddenly spread her wings behind her. She flew closer and closer to him, but suddenly she soared into the air and flew over the high wall. There were screams from the other end immediately.
I think it was Duan Zhiwei's words that reminded He Qiongzhu that instead of wasting time fighting with these insignificant people, it would be more important to take revenge.
At this moment, all the servants employed by the Wang family were lying on the ground wailing and twitching, and the runners from the Dali Temple were not sure whether to go forward and fight.
They were just here to arrest the criminals, why would they risk their lives in vain?
Not to mention the other dignitaries, a group of them huddled in the corner trembling, just hoping that He Qiongzhu wouldn't notice them. How could they be brave enough to fight with her?
So Wang Lang's father Wang Zhongcheng became He Qiongzhu's first hunting target. She flew over like an eagle, picked up Wang Zhongcheng, circled in the air for several times, and threw him to the ground.
Wang Zhongcheng was old and had lived a life of luxury for many years, so he could not bear this. He fell to the ground and did not move.
Yuan Shenji rushed over from the backyard, holding a Mo Dao and rushed forward again. He Qiongzhu's eyes were bleeding: "I will spare your life for the sake of Sister Guifang, don't be ungrateful!"
Yuan Shenji fought with her for two rounds, then suddenly leaned over and turned around to run away. He Qiongzhu chased him relentlessly and went around a bush, but found herself entangled in a thick hemp rope.
It turned out that it was Li Heng, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, who untied a bundle of hemp rope from the wheel at the wellhead in the backyard. He was quick-witted and discussed with Yuan Shenji. He let Yuan Shenji go up and fight with him first, while he set up the formation to capture He Qiongzhu.
In fact, this is their method of catching wild deer in spring hunting. They tie a rope and hide it in the bushes. When the deer is frightened and runs through the bushes, they will be entangled in the rope.
When Yuan Shenji married Duan Zhiwei, the pair of wild geese were captured in the same way.
The method worked very well. He Qiongzhu was tied tightly with a hemp rope and could not struggle. She lowered her head and said in disappointment, "I can't move."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs. Wang then broke free from the obstruction of several maids, ran out of the crowd, and threw herself on the body of her husband, crying bitterly.
The dignitaries nearby also wiped their sweat. Duan Zhiwei also let down his guard and ran over to check the wound on Yuan Shenji's arm.
But He Qiongzhu raised a strange smile: "I lied to you."
The strong hemp rope tied around her was easily broken into pieces by her. She flew up again and caught Mrs. Wang again.
Li Heng had no other choice but to raise his head and put his hands on his waist to reason with her: "Madam He, according to the laws of this dynasty, those who commit murder shall be sentenced to three years in prison; those who injure shall be strangled; those who have killed shall be beheaded. But your act is revenge, and there is room for pardon and return. Let's discuss it again. As the saying goes, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore..."
He Qiongzhu, who was hovering in the air, flew lower, perhaps because she was tired of listening or something, and threw Madam Wang on the chattering Li Heng. Madam Wang was also fat, and she pressed Li Heng so hard that he screamed. Several yamen runners hurried over to move Madam Wang away.
Li Heng shut up in dismay.
Yuan Shenji sat on a fake rock, catching his breath, carrying his Mo Dao. If he were on land, he could still fight with it for a while, but He Qiongzhu was circling over his head and he had no wings.
Duan Zhiwei thought for a while and suddenly thought of someone.
Where did Dugu go?
He is the elusive demon-catching commander, and he has condescended to come here. There must be some reason for this. He can't really be here to eat and drink.
She glanced around and saw only shivering guests, with no sign of Dugu at all.
After a while, Dugu came out of the main hall leisurely, gnawing on a chicken leg in one hand and holding a straw figurine in the other. Seeing Duan Zhiwei, he complained, "Although the chicken legs in this palace are tender, the seasoning is too messy. The stewed chicken in your restaurant is better. Although the seasoning is light, it makes the chicken legs more delicious. That's the real tenderness and juiciness."
Duan Zhiwei: “…” Is this the time to talk about this?
In fact, Duan Zhiwei felt that the Wang family members deserved it and could die however they wanted. Unable to resist He Qiongzhu's insistence on collective punishment, she almost arrested Wang Qian and performed a trap.
She could only smile and say, "Dugu Luling, you see the demon is still there... Hurry up and deal with it. I'll treat you to chicken stewed with mushrooms later. Those are fresh mushrooms picked from Mount Zhongnan. I won't charge you."
Dugu's eyes lit up, he wiped his greasy hands on himself, took out a pen and ink, and asked, "What is the birth date of this lover of Madam He?"
Duan Zhiwei accompanied Chen Guifang throughout the funeral of Chen Wei, so he immediately reported: "It should be Gengwu, Xinchou..."
Dugu shook his head: "This horoscope is not good, look at this Xin Chou..."
Duan Zhiwei interrupted him: "Are you telling fortunes here?"
Dugu coughed, pinned the piece of paper with Chen Wei's horoscope on it to the thatched doll, and threw it upwards: "Madam He, look who's here?"
He Qiongzhu subconsciously took the thatched doll he threw to her.
Duan Zhiwei had also seen the thatched doll. It was at the door of a murder shop. The owner said that if someone died in a foreign land and could not return to Beijing, his relatives and friends would buy this doll, paste the horoscope on it, and seal it in the coffin, as if the person had returned.
When He Qiongzhu took the thatched doll, Chen Wei's gentle and sad face appeared in front of her: "Zhu'er... don't make any more mistakes."
Her sanity slowly returned, the blood color in her eyes faded away bit by bit, her pair of sharp claws turned back into slender hands, her wings quickly retracted, and He Qiongzhu fell heavily to the ground.
A burst of black smoke came out from her back and condensed into a nine-headed strange bird. The bird flapped its wings and spoke in human language: "Damn Taoist priest, just wait for me."
After saying this, it was about to flap its wings and fly away, but Yuan Shenji was quick to shoot an arrow and shot it down. Dugu untied his plain belt and tied it to the Rakshasa bird. The belt immediately glowed golden, and the Rakshasa bird could not break free no matter how hard it struggled. Dugu said, "I'll roast you later and you'll be obedient."
The scoundrel was finally caught, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No one noticed that He Qiongzhu quietly slipped away, picked a horse from the Wang family's stable, and rushed out the door.
Several Dali Temple runners rushed over to try to stop them, but the horse was very agile and its body was snow-white. It easily shook off the crowd, jumped out of the fence, and ran away, leaving behind only a cloud of dust.
Li Heng was so angry that his arm was dislocated by the pressure from Lady Wang. He shouted that he would go back to the Dali Temple immediately to issue the arrest warrant.
Duan Zhiwei said, "I know where she will go."
Everyone looked over.
The sky in Chang'an City was gloomy today. The rare ray of setting sun was swallowed up by dark clouds. He Qiongzhu took off her annoying wedding dress on the road, revealing the white mourning dress underneath. She rode her horse at full speed to Shaoling Plain. The horse's hooves crushed the dry grass on the ground, splashing up fine sand and gravel.
A few crows were calling on the dead tree in the distance. She was timid and not good at riding a horse. Usually, she only dared to walk around the grassland a few times led by the horse slave. Today, she rode to Shaolingyuan tremblingly. When she saw the lonely grave, she didn't know how to stop the galloping horse.
He simply fell off the horse.
The horse was very tall, and she rolled several times when she fell off. She could clearly hear the "cracking" sound of her bones, and her calves immediately lost feeling.
He Qiongzhu could only use her two arms to crawl on the yellow earth with difficulty. Her skin was delicate and her arms were soon rubbed and bled.
Just like before Chen Wei died, he held tightly in his hand the windmill he promised to make for her and crawled to the door of He Mansion with difficulty.
Her hand touched the small tombstone, on which the inscription contained only a few polite words such as "pure filial piety" and "respectful and obedient".
He Qiongzhu was very dissatisfied. These few words were empty and hypocritical and could not represent even one ten-thousandth of Chen Wei.
She recalled the day they first met, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and she secretly ran away from the He Mansion and got lost in the market. He smiled helplessly, "Whose wife is this?"
Then Chen Wei used the only five copper coins he had left to buy her a Hu pancake. I watched her eat with gusto even though I was hungry.
He Qiongzhu took out the bottle of poison from her sleeve.
The people from the Dali Temple came over quickly. Duan Zhiwei was sitting in front of the galloping horse, dizzy and holding Yuan Shenji's arm to vomit. He suddenly woke up: "Oh no, she wants to take poison."
Li Heng rolled off his horse and ran over, advising: "Madam He, don't be impulsive. According to the laws of this dynasty..." Before he could finish his words, he was blown back by a sudden gust of wind.
A barrier of yellow sand separated her from them. No matter how the people outside the sand shouted, He Qiongzhu could not hear them. She tilted her head back and drank the poison. The drug was deadly, but it was surprisingly sweet. The liquid did not taste bitter as it slid down her throat.
She leaned against the memorial stone, holding a simple windmill in her hand, feeling her life slipping away bit by bit, waiting for Chen Wei to come and take her home.
The effect of the medicine gradually evaporated. Although the poison smelled sweet, its effect was vicious. Her body curled up uncontrollably. He Qiongzhu felt as if her internal organs were being cut layer by layer by a sharp blade. Every blue vein on her neck was like an angry little snake, winding from her white neck to her arms and thighs.
A large amount of blood gushed out of her throat, and she could only let out a dull groan.
After struggling for a long time, the pain stopped.
In a trance, He Qiongzhu seemed to have returned to the time when she had just come of age. She wore her favorite single-silk green silk dress, quietly slipped out of the He Mansion, and trotted to the market place full of flowers.
The sunlight illuminated the entire market like melted coins. Chen Wei was waiting at the end of the long street holding a windmill. The spring breeze blew up the hems of his clothes, making him look particularly gentle in the surrounding pink clouds.
Seeing her coming, he smiled, but with a hint of heartache, he raised his hand and tapped her forehead lightly: "You idiot..."
After a long while he asked, "Does it hurt?"
She smiled and cried, then shook her head vigorously, hugged his arm and walked slowly in the market full of peach blossoms: "It doesn't hurt at all."
"Can you read it to me again..."
"What?"
"It is the red beans that grow in the north, and in autumn they sprout a few branches..."
"Silly girl, red beans grow in the south, and they will sprout in spring."
"What about the last two sentences?"
The sandstorm in Shaolingyuan was getting stronger and stronger, confusing everyone's eyes. Yuan Shenji opened his cloak and wrapped Duan Zhiwei in it. Li Heng was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, with a mouthful of yellow sand.
After a long time, the wind stopped.
The sky cleared up, and a ray of sunlight penetrated through the clouds and shone on Chen Wei's grave.
He Qiongzhu, who was supposed to have fallen there, disappeared. A pair of lovely bluebirds flew out of the tomb, landed on the tombstone, embracing each other, and chirped sweetly. Then they flew up, circled in the air for a while, flapped their wings and flew away, disappearing into the blue sky.
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