Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 312 Buddhist Hall

This sounds like a reasonable thing to say.

Zhao Sheng's expression eased slightly, and he caressed his brother's buzzing head twice. "She's just a concubine. I'd kill her straight away, but you're soft-hearted and sentimental. For Zheng'er's sake, just have her leg broken. This way, we won't cause chaos at home. From now on, she'll stay in her own yard and won't have to go out again."

No one is heartless, no one is plant or tree. Although Zhao Shu does not have 100% feelings for Liu Manqiang and her daughter, he feels differently towards Qian and Zhao Zheng.

After all, she was the biological mother of her favorite son, and she had served her for twenty or thirty years. Even if she was a little spoiled, it wouldn't cost her a leg. She wanted to plead, "Brother, just lock her up. I'll build a small Buddhist shrine for her. She can be locked up in the shrine and eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures to pray for the Buddha to bless our family. How do you think?"

"How? How do you say?!"

Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily, "How dare a lowly concubine like you dare to commit treason and murder the mistress? It is a kindness of our Zhao family not to beat her to death. If you plead for her, you will lose both your legs!"

Zhao Sheng's temper is like a firecracker that explodes as soon as it is lit. Since he said so, it means that there is a high probability that Zhao Sheng will break Qian's legs with his own hands in a fit of rage.

Although Zhao Shu usually acts like a decent guy in public, it is really too difficult for him to stand up in front of Zhao Sheng.

Moreover, in this situation, how could one dare to speak up for a concubine?

Zhao Sheng's furious words that he would break Qian's legs were so deafening as thunder that not only the servants in the yard who had no earplugs, but even those inside could hear it clearly.

Mrs. Zheng at the end of the bed paused in massaging Liu Manqiang's feet, a hint of pleasure flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

So what if that bitch had a broken leg? The old lady in her family hasn't woken up yet!

Wu's rosary beads kept turning one by one, and she ordered as if she didn't notice anything: "Did you hear everything? Then do as the master says."

"Yes, Madam, I think the beating should have already begun. I will go and tell them right away." The old woman standing beside her saluted slowly and walked out leisurely.

If you walk slower, you can get more hits, right?

One of his legs was going to be broken anyway, so it was a good opportunity to recover together.

Zhao Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, like a fish out of water. His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. He rolled and crawled to Wu's legs, pleading incoherently for his biological mother: "Aunt, aunt, my mother, no, no, Qian, she...Aunt, please plead for her. Beat her with the stick if you want, but forget about her legs..."

Mrs. Wu, with a compassionate look on her face, moved her legs to the side and said, "Zheng'er, your stepmother is still lying in there. Your uncle is acting impartially and punishing the evildoers. As a member of the Zhao family, you should applaud him."

Zhao Zheng raised his head, as if he heard something incredible: "Aunt, I..."

"Okay, it's late at night, go back and rest, Zheng'er, don't disturb your stepmother's recuperation. You are also a scholar, how can you not know etiquette?" Wu stood up tiredly and didn't want to argue with him anymore.

The maids immediately stepped forward to support her and pushed Zhao Zheng aside.

"Qiuyi, take good care of my second brother's wife. If anything happens, come and tell me." Wu gave an order to the person at the end of the bed. Seeing that there was no answer, she didn't care and walked away.

Zhao Zheng could still hear her instructing the maid: "Tonight, prepare a small Buddhist temple at the Second Master's place, and Qian will send it directly to him..."

Mrs. Zheng at the end of the bed curled her lips downwards, revealing a sarcastic smile.

Why send her to the small Buddhist temple? Such a vicious woman is not afraid of polluting the eyes of the Bodhisattva!

But then I thought, this Wu has always had a kind face but a kind heart. She worships Buddha all day long, and the scent of sandalwood on her body can't be dissipated. But what good things has she done?

In her opinion, it is said to be worshiping Buddha, but it is nothing more than asking for forgiveness from the Buddha after doing too many bad things.

Mrs. Zheng lowered her head and began to mutter rapidly again, her words were all incomprehensible.

After everyone left, the limp Zhao Zheng finally stood up. Like a ghost, he walked to the side of Liu Manqiang's bed and stared at his legitimate mother, whose eyes were tightly closed. After a long while, he suddenly laughed out loud. His tone was light, but his eyes were full of malice. "Mother Zheng, take good care of mother. If anything happens to her, you will die..."

Zheng Qiuyi still didn't look up, not even raising his eyelids, and his muttering didn't stop at all.

If it were normal times, she might still be afraid of the bad offspring of a bad guy, but now...

But she was not afraid anymore, because her wife almost died!

Zhao Zheng really wanted to strangle Liu Manqiang to death, but he didn't dare.

Although he didn't know why, it was clear how much Uncle Zhao Sheng valued Liu Manqiang. He suspected that if he really dared to take the risk at this time, even his father would not be able to protect him.

After all, his mother had just been dragged out, and his father had no way to do anything.

The nails of his clenched fists dug into his flesh, and the pain made him sober up a little. Zhao Zheng glanced coldly at the weird Zheng Qiuyi, turned around and walked away from this place step by step.

In the Guazhou Governor's Mansion, Governor Dugu Da was also extremely troubled.

So many people died in his territory, and some of them were caravans traveling for trade.

Both the people and the money were lost, it was obvious that there were bandits who robbed the people.

But most bandits will not kill all the people when they rob. At most, they will kill most of them. After all, people are also a kind of wealth. If they are captured, they may be forced to do hard labor or they may abandon the light and join the dark to become bandits.

He was wondering which bandits in Guazhou could pull off such a deal.

That’s right, the border areas are different from other places. If other places are relatively stable, then the border areas are full of dangers.

Horse bandits, mountain bandits, and foreign bandits outside the Great Wall...

There are so many kinds of things, and it is impossible to catch all of them.

Because you have no idea whether they are hiding in the mountains to eat and drink, or farming and doing some legitimate business when they are not doing anything wrong.

Just like modern people have part-time jobs in addition to their main jobs, many people here do the same.

Almost everyone in Guazhou knows a few tricks, which is good in wartime, but in peacetime, it seriously increases social instability.

Dugu Da scratched his head and prepared to hand the matter over to his subordinates. If it didn't work, he would move the case up the ladder. There would always be someone in the Ministry of Justice or the Dali Temple who could take over the case.