When she was approaching Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Li hooked her right foot on the leg of the bookshelf, staggered, and fell quickly towards Mrs. Wang in an instant.
Mr. Li, who is fat and strong, with a face full of flesh, weighs not more than 200 but also 150 kilograms.
In addition, she deliberately fell towards Wang. How could Wang, who weighed less than 100 pounds, withstand such a push?
"Kick, kick, kick." He was pushed a few steps away, but in the end he still couldn't stand firm and fell to his knees with a "pop".
And the blue and white porcelain vase that I was trying my best to protect in my hand couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground. With a "crash", it broke into countless fragments of different sizes.
"Sister, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to help you clean the vase, but I didn't want to trip on the bookshelf leg." Hearing the sound of the vase breaking, Mrs. Li felt extremely relieved.
But on his lips, he expressed his apology in a very ashamed tone.
"It's not your fault, maybe it's time for the vase to be broken." Sitting on the ground, Wang slowly closed her eyes without any expression on her face.
At the age of fifteen, she married Wang Rong, Marquis of Dingxi, and the two of them could be said to be in love with each other.
Wang Rong placed these two vases in the middle of the bookshelf, implicitly expressing to Wang her importance in the Hou Mansion.
Especially the two foxtail grasses in the vase, their meaning is beyond everything.
In the days when Wang Rong was just made a marquis, although he followed Wang's suggestion and placed two vases in the middle of the study, the time he spent in the study every day was pitiful.
In addition to living and drinking, he also tried every means to make friends with the high-ranking officials in the court.
The Wang family, who came from a humble background, seemed to have been forgotten. Apart from his personal maid, the only person who stayed with him all day long was this empty study.
Staying alone in the empty house, the Wang family's originally well-tended garden was neglected.
Occasionally, one evening after a rain, she suddenly found a few foxtail grass sprouting in the garden, and Wang couldn't help but feel sad.
While lamenting the changes in people's hearts, I also felt inferior to my own origins.
That dog's tail grass that no one cares about is not what I am now.
With a wry smile on her face, Wang broke off a piece of dogtail grass, returned to the study, and inserted it into a vase that symbolized the two's mutual love for each other.
A few days later, Wang Rong finally came to the study smelling of alcohol.
When I saw the foxtail grass in the vase, I couldn't help but be stunned.
I learned from the maid that this was because Wang felt that he was not worthy of the title of Marquis, so he used dog tail grass to describe himself, which made Wang Rong extremely ashamed.
Thinking of his own origin and the many years of mutual friendship, Wang Rong took off his silk and satin clothes, immediately put on a commoner, picked a dogtail grass from the garden, and put it in another vase.
From then on, Wang Rong's temperament changed drastically. He no longer worked hard to make friends with high-ranking officials and spent more time in the marketplace to benefit the people of Dingxi.
And today, the vase is broken, perhaps, this life is coming to an end.
Seeing Ms. Wang sitting quietly on the ground, Ms. Li was extremely happy after successfully succeeding.
He said hypocritically: "My sister is clumsy and is really not suitable to help her clean the study. I will leave now."
Without waiting for Wang to agree, he winked and hurried away with his two maids with a smile on his face.
"Madam, are you okay?" After watching Mrs. Li leave, the maid next to her dared to come over.
Squatting on the ground, he asked Ms. Wang and grabbed her shoulders to help her up.
"I'm fine." Mrs. Wang slowly stood up with the help of her strength, "Clean it up and don't let the debris hurt the master."
"Hey." The maid responded obediently, squatted down, and began to pick up the fragments on the floor piece by piece.
"Hey, what is this?" the maid exclaimed.
Not far from where the vase fell, a small yellow scroll lay quietly on the ground.
Wang followed the sound and couldn't help but be startled.
I am no longer familiar with this study. I have never seen this scroll before. Could it be that it fell out of the vase after it was broken?
While thinking, the maid had already picked up the scroll from the ground and handed it to Wang.
Frowning, Wang slowly untied the strings tied layer by layer on the scroll and slowly opened it.
A line of still bright red cinnabar characters caught Wang's eyes.
According to heaven's destiny, the emperor issued an edict: The Ming Dynasty had been established, and all wastes were waiting to be revitalized, while the surrounding countries were eyeing them. He specially ordered Lan Yu, Duke of Liang State, to gather the experts in the army and rush to produce 50,000 sets of armor, 30,000 swords, and 20,000 crossbows.
A set of 100,000 arrows in preparation for the unexpected needs of our Ming Dynasty. I admire this.
After reading the imperial edict five or six times in a row, Wang slowly closed it.
According to the literal meaning, this is the imperial edict given by Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty to Lan Yu, the Duke of Liang at that time. Why is it here?
Duke Liang is a rebellious minister of the imperial court. What does the Marquis want to do by hiding his things like this?
This thing is too sensitive. I have to put it away for Mr. Hou. When he comes back, I can ask him what happened.
With a hint of nervousness, Wang looked around and looked around the study room, but could not find a safe and suitable place.
After thinking about it, he simply put the scroll in his arms and prepared to take it out and hide it in his room.
With this rebellious thing, he no longer bothered to clean up, greeted the maid and walked out of the study.
But the scene before her eyes shocked Wang again.
In the courtyard, every open space was filled with officers and soldiers standing three steps, one post, and five steps back.
In an open space not far away, Mrs. Li, who had just broken a blue and white porcelain vase, covered her face with one hand, her mouth was bloodshot, and she was kneeling on the ground trembling.
Next to her, a maid lay motionless, with a broken arm without an owner under her head.
A little further forward, dozens of guards from the Hou Mansion were covered in blood, kneeling in the passage filled with corpses, not daring to move.
"You, who are you, what do you want to do?" Wang asked loudly and anxiously.
The Marquis has only been away for a few days, and the Marquis's mansion has been turned into such a mess. How will the Marquis explain himself when he comes back?
"According to the emperor's oral instructions, Dongchang will conduct a raid on Dingxihou's house. If there is resistance, he will be killed on the spot."
After glancing at the Wang family on the second floor, a Dongchang captain replied coldly.
What, confiscation?
If all the previous changes had shocked the Wang family, the words "ransacking the house" were like a bolt from the blue.
This is the Dingxi Marquis' Mansion personally granted by Taizu. If the Marquis had not done anything too extreme, how could his house be confiscated for no reason?
Could it be that it has something to do with the imperial edict in his arms?
But if you ransack your home, you will ransack your home. The worst that can happen is that you will go back to your former civilian life. Why do you want to kill so many people?
"Where are you sir? I want to see you sir." Standing on the attic, Mrs. Wang shouted loudly.
Under a huge sea buckthorn tree at the gate of the Hou Mansion, Xiao Chen moved a deck chair out of the house and lay on it, squinting his eyes and enjoying the coolness leisurely.
When he met the eight guards from Dingxi Houfu at the door, their arrogant attitude made Xiao Chen change his order to Dongchang.
From holding a weapon and resisting shoot-to-kill, to the slightest resistance, shoot-to-kill.
As the number one person behind his father's injustice, Xiao Chen has no intention of leaving Ding Xihou Mansion alive.
You are going to die anyway, die early and be reborn early.
It would be better to go back with only Dingxihou's property, which would be more worry-free.
In the distance, a school captain came hurriedly followed by Mr. Wang and his maid.
The captain walked up to Xiao Chen, whispered a few words into his ear, and then hurried away to go about his own business.
"You want to see me?" Xiao Chen opened his eyes slightly and asked Wang, who was standing under the sun with a calm expression.
"Are you Mr. Dongchang who is responsible for searching the house?" Wang said.
Xiao Chen nodded: "Yes, I am. Are you?"
Mrs. Wang folded her hands together and placed them on her left waist, squatting down slightly: "Ms. Wang, the original wife of Wang Rong, Marquis of Dingxi, please see Mr. Dongchang."
"Mrs. Hou Ye?" Xiao Chen smiled faintly, holding the recliner with both hands, and slowly sat upright.
The Hou's house was confiscated and corpses were everywhere. Wang Rong's wife could still be so calm when she saw him. She didn't forget the gift of seeing him. With this kind of cultivation, how many lifetimes did Wang Rong have to cultivate the good fortune to marry such a wife?
"I, Dongchang, have come to seize Xihou's house according to the emperor's order. As the wife of the Marquis of the Marquis, you should cooperate with the Dongchang and make a list of all the things in the Marquis's mansion and turn them over. Why did you come here to see me?
?" Xiao Chen asked.
"The Marquis's house was confiscated. It must be because the Marquis has done something that the court cannot tolerate. We must cooperate with the emperor's decision and hand over all the properties of the Hou's house. However, ransacking the house is not murder. Now inside the Hou's house, there are corpses everywhere, and blood is flowing.
Chenghe, I dare to ask, sir, are you taking this opportunity to avenge your personal revenge?" Looking at Xiao Chen, Wang's eyes were as cold as ice.
