Not long after he stayed in the men's cell, the jailer took Huang Wenqiu out and said he wanted to change places.
When the stone slabs on the dungeon were uncovered, the dark cave entrance was revealed. Huang Wenqiu, the lamb, had entered the tiger's den with no way to escape.
Huang Wenqiu hoped that last night was just a nightmare.
The atmosphere in the dungeon was turbid and smelly. He was confused and was greatly stimulated. His whole body seemed to be suffocated and he needed to use all his strength to survive.
His hands and feet went limp and he fainted.
Someone carried a bucket of urine and poured it on his head, waking him up from his brief moment of relief and returning him to his nightmare.
Someone said to him with a faint smile: "Don't play to death."
The voices of other people seemed to be far away: "So what if I die, I have ten innocent souls in my body, I don't care if I carry one more."
"Go away! How can you have fun if you die? You are so happy, we are still dry!"
"That's right, do I want to use you?"
"Bah, you have a big black butt, I won't even fuck you if you give it to me."
"Fuck you!"
Words were like knives, piercing Huang Wenqiu's ears, and those people's eyes searched back and forth on him, making him feel even more pain.
My legs couldn't lift up any strength, so I could only kick on the ground, trying to squirm away.
"It hurts...it hurts so much..."
No one cared whether he was in pain or not, and then he suddenly let out a scream, struggled with his neck straight, and his body shook uncontrollably: "Kill me... give me a good time..."
After not seeing the light of day all night, his body was only half dead, but his spirit was thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.
He wants to see Song Huiyue.
There was a sound at the door, and someone rushed in, hugging and hugging him. He was now particularly sensitive to skin contact, and struggled in disgust.
"Wen Qiu, Wen Qiu... what's wrong with you? Did they torture you? If you bear with it a little longer, we will be reunited soon. I did it voluntarily, and you are not guilty!"
"My son! What's wrong with you? My mother's heart is about to break!"
Huang Wenqiu didn't even look at Luo Huiniang and Xiao Chen. She turned stiffly from the futon and looked at Song Huiyue.
There was insufficient light in the room, and there were no lights on, making it increasingly dark and unclear. Song Huiyue stood at the door against the light, her big black eyes almost solidified into black crystals, her face as heartless and emotionless as the horse statue.
"I am guilty," he lowered his head submissively, "I was wrong, I was forced... Luo Huiniang found someone to use a knife to force me onto the boat. I don't want to leave. Really, I have decided to marry you...
When I go out, I will make it up to you and double your betrothal gift... Let me go and let me go out..."
Luo Huiniang looked at him in astonishment: "What do you mean?"
She let go of Huang Wenqiu's hand and looked as if she had seen a ghost.
Is he afraid?
She wasn't even afraid, but he was?
However, Huang Wenqiu still ignored her and only looked at Song Huiyue eagerly.
Song Huiyue said calmly: "The matter between the two of us is over. I have handed over the wedding certificate and gift list to the Yamen. You will be able to go out about tomorrow."
Huang Wenqiu stared: "Tomorrow?"
Does he have to stay here for another day?
No - he doesn't want to stay here, he wants to go out!
In a panic, he stepped forward on his knees and grabbed the hem of Song Huiyue's skirt: "We have a promise. You said you would marry me, so you can't keep your word! Don't you love me!"
Song Huiyue pulled off her skirt and retreated to the door to see his appearance.
Huang Wenqiu screamed on the ground, his dignity as a human being completely shattered. No matter whether he was imprisoned or his fingers were cut off, he was only frightened and physically injured, but it was not enough to destroy his integrity.
Now he is really scared.
He struggled to crawl forward, looking at Song Huiyue like a dog: "I know I was wrong, please spare me."
Song Huiyue knelt down and said, "Cousin, if you didn't elope, my mother-in-law would not have fallen ill. You know that after my father passed away, she has been in poor health. Every time she got seriously ill, she lost a lot of money.
Well, you really shouldn’t do this.”
Suddenly, Huang Wenqiu understood that Song Huiyue's revenge was not for herself.
She neither loves nor hates him. What she wants to defend is her home and her family.
Her fierce gaze made Huang Wenqiu lower his head, and he murmured to himself: "She forced me..."
Luo Huiniang stared closely at Huang Wenqiu, who was begging for mercy, shedding tears silently, thinking in her heart: "No wonder the steadfast women in the world are women. It turns out that men are so aware of current affairs and cannot be steadfast."
Her desperate move seemed ridiculous.
No, Wen Qiu is not such a person. Song Huiyue must have harmed him and he had no choice but to say this.
Her situation does not allow her to doubt Huang Wenqiu. Once she gets into the details, where does she have a foothold?
Song Huiyue said no more, exited the Horse Temple, returned the carriage with Yinxiao, and went to the street to eat rice glutinous rice.
She likes to eat fish and rice glutinous rice, but Yinxiao hates fish because it takes time and effort to pick the bones carefully. After picking for a long time, she can't eat even two bites, so she still eats roasted pork and rice glutinous rice.
After eating three bowls in a row, he looked up at Song Huiyue and found that she was still slowly picking out fish bones, so he ate two more bowls, and this time Song Huiyue also finished.
Song Huiyue wiped her mouth and said to Yinxiao: "Let's go to Yipinsu to buy refreshments. Qinghui hasn't been out for two days, so he should be craving for Disu."
Yinxiao nodded and followed her with a bulging belly.
"Hey, I also learned a lesson this time," Song Huiyue reviewed herself as she walked, "The twisted melon is not only unsweet, but also very hurtful."
Yin Xiao immediately said: "Next time I will put the person in jail, break his legs and tie him up."
Song Huiyue smiled: "Forget it, there's no next time, just stay with me if you have money."
Yinxiao answered sincerely: "But you have no money."
Song Huiyue couldn't believe her ears. Looking back carefully, she realized that she had indeed spent a lot of money on Huang Wenqiu.
"The marriage is ruined and the money is gone," she said dejectedly. "Do you still have the money to buy Disu? The dim sum cook in the prince's house is actually very good."
When Yin Xiao heard her mention King Jin, he immediately nodded: "There is more."
"Where are the pickles?"
"have."
"What about the money for eating fish and meat?"
"have."
Listening to Yin Xiao's energetic voice, Song Huiyue pulled her heart out of the prison and said energetically: "Let's buy Disu first, and then buy pickled cucumbers for my aunt. All the aunts love to eat fish and clams.
Let’s eat it ourselves first, and then bring it to our aunts after we’re done.”
After saying that, she strode forward.
After buying everything, Yinxiao's hands were full, and she and Song Huiyue walked home, each step being very brisk.
Song Huiyue happily walked back to Hengyu Street, with Yinxiao following behind, her hands full of paper bags, and her heart was filled with joy.
Because Song Huiyue was very generous, she bought him a roast chicken - even though it was his money.
Song Huiyue entered the door, delivered the gifts one by one, and accompanied Mrs. Song to joke and let Mrs. Song drink medicine.