It was so cold that Zheng Shaopeng woke up quietly. This time, his memories of his previous life became even shallower. The memories of the eight reincarnations over the past year were mixed with his previous experiences, making him unable to tell which ones were from his previous life and which ones were from his reincarnation. All memories were like clouds floating in the sky, looming and untouchable, as if they were from an absurd dream.

The bull-headed and horse-faced faces were like sending the plague gods to bring me up quickly. I don’t know what era this was, but since they said they wanted to attach me to the king and the prince, the person they possessed should be a king and the prince.

But where is this? It's so dark and so cold, Zheng Shaopeng stretched out his hand and touched it weakly, with a thin layer of quilt covered with it. It was winter, and the air was filled with a coldness.

Zheng Shaopeng was about to figure out where he was when he suddenly heard three crisp sounds of bamboo bulbs, and then someone shouted loudly: "A guest has arrived, oh, Mr. Yang, you are here too. Yang Xiucai is your younger generation, but I can't afford to be it."

Zheng Shaopeng calmed down: "Old Master Yang? What is this title? It was so noisy next to me, but I was in the dark. Oh my God, I will not be reincarnated on a blind prince, right?"

An old voice coughed a few times and said, "Hey, my sixth brother's room is over. Can I just come and see it? Ling'er is a rare person in our Yang family. My brother only had such a unique Miaomiao at the age of 54. He was only 17 years old and became the youngest scholar in our Xuanfu area. He was originally pointing at him to glorify our Yang family, but it was a pity!"

There was a faint crying sound of a woman. Zheng Shaopeng was a little confused. What was going on? Although he had never been to ancient times, he didn't look like a royal family.

It was pitch black in front of him. He wanted to stand up anxiously, but the body he had just attached was reviving, and the frozen hands and feet had just started to run, and he didn't have the strength to support himself for a while. Fortunately, he had had many experiences, and it was like this every time the Magpie Camp reincarnated and reborn and began to dominate his body, so he lay there patiently and accumulated strength.

The loud voice shouted again: "Old man, please sit here, and you are greeting me!"

In an instant, the quiet house was like a tsunami, which scared Zheng Shaopeng so much that he was shocked. The house was quiet, as if only three or two people were there. At this time, a wave of ghost crying and wolf howlings between men and women came out. Zheng Shaopeng realized that there were so many people in the house. The previous reincarnation happened to be the time when the family was crying, but it was never so dark that they could not see their five fingers. Zheng Shaopeng moved his eyes. Although he could not see anything, he intuitively felt that there was nothing wrong with his eyes and felt a little at ease.

I heard those people crying in a mess, "Brother, you went there so early in your youth?" "Brother Ling, why are you dead?" I don't know which relatives are not able to beat.

Zheng Shaopeng wanted to laugh when he heard this. He didn't know how to cry, but he was a little restrained at that time. Now he cried when he heard them crying. It was like singing a opera, which was really funny.

He shouted loudly again: "After the guest, how can the relatives give me a gift?" With this shout, the chaotic crying stopped abruptly, as quiet as if a needle fell to the ground and could be heard. I really can't guess how well-trained they were all done.

Then a sad female voice said softly: "The unknown Yang Han thanked the old man and thanked all relatives and friends."

The undead? Zheng Shaopeng's forehead tightened. I guess these people were crying. That's great. Even his wife had already married me. But why was it dark? There was no reason for the condolences. He suddenly thought of something and quickly reached out to grop around.

The hands and feet that were able to move just now were still soft and unable to use their strength, but as soon as his fingers touched the things around him, he already understood in his heart. It turned out that he had been placed in the coffin. God, he was not buried alive yet? Zheng Shaopeng was anxious, but now he was weak and helpless.

Then he heard a loud voice, "Dear relatives and friends, I will send you another trip!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling sounded again, and this time the sound was closer. I guess those people were gathering in the spirit and crying.

Zheng Shaopeng took this opportunity to raise his hand and knock on the coffin. Unfortunately, his hands and feet were still a little stiff. After tapping it twice, he felt extremely painful. The faint sound could not suppress those who were crying harder, so he had to stop helplessly.

At this time, he shouted loudly: "I thank you again, my relatives and friends, and I will be mourning and following the changes. When the words are polite and my heart are in my heart, the tribute is over!" It seems like a wise conductor, when his words fall, his crying immediately ends abruptly.

I heard another noise outside, and then the old voice said, "Yang Han, your in-laws have been here early, and now Ling'er has also gone to Quanxia to accompany them. You are alone, but what are your plans?"

A low voice from a girl said, "Uncle, the young lady entered the Yang family's door and was the Yang family's wife. Although my husband was already poor in his family, he was lucky enough to have four acres of land. The young lady was careful to keep the door. Even if she was suffering, she could still live a life."

Old Master Yang coughed twice and said, "Young mother, you are still young, and it is not easy to support this portal independently. You are now from our Yang family. Our Yang family is a big family locally. You can't let you work hard to spend the day alone, and let others make fun of us.

I discussed with a few old men in the tribe and wanted to hand over your four acres of mountain fields to you, Quan'er's family, and you are the one who is a wife, and you are a brother-in-law, and you are also a worry about food and clothing, and you are still reasonable. How can you think?"

Yes, there was another scene of competing for inheritance. Zheng Shaopeng thought depressedly: "Everyone said it was so magnificent. Why did this happen in ancient and modern times? It was just that he broke up with his face when he came to pay his respects. This uncle was too impatient."

After a while, I heard the young lady say, "Uncle had good intentions, and Young lady was grateful. Young lady's life was poor, and my husband left early, so I never left any incense. However, although Young lady is an ordinary daughter, she also read "The Women's Training" and knows the principle of being a wife and ending together.

I was born from the Yang family and died from the Yang family. Although I only have one person left in the family, this family is not a big deal. Uncle Yang Quan and his husband are not the same mother and compatriots. Even if you are uncle, you have already separated from your family. It is inappropriate to deliver the land passed down by your parents-in-law to him, right?"

The woman said softly and hard, and she said that she should not think that she was young and could not be a widow. If she couldn't stand it, she would sell her ancestral property. She also implied that she planned for her son that she was robbing her cousin's property.

Old Master Yang was told about his worries by her, and his face turned red and he was suddenly a little overwhelmed. He had four sons under his knees, but the third son Yang Quan was not doing his job, and he ate, drank, and squandered all the land he distributed to him.

Although the old man hated him for not being able to do anything, he still couldn't bear to see his own son being poor, so he salivated and made such an indecent request, hoping that his son would get the land and be able to wash clothes and get married from now on, and become a new person. Unexpectedly, although this girl was young, she had her own ideas and refused.

What he didn't know was that his son begged him to come forward to make this request to Yang Han, but in fact he had an ulterior motive. Yang Quan was known to eat, drink, whore and gambling, and he squandered all his property. Since the Tartars came to the village to rob and kill his wife two years ago, he has never been a wife anymore. He is still a bachelor in his early forties.

His cousin Yang Ling, the scholar possessed by Zheng Shaopeng, just married this year. The Yang Han family, whose real name is Han Youniang, is a famous beautiful woman. It is true that people say that they raise handsome birds in the mountains and beauties in the firewood houses.

Yang Ling was sick and wanted to take care of the wedding. However, before even the veil of his wife had time to expose her, her condition worsened and she was bedridden. Yang Quan used the excuse to visit her brothers and came to the door to have sex many times, but was driven out by Han Youniang.

If this sister-in-law hadn't been the daughter of the Hunter King and had good martial arts skills, he would have had a strong heart.

As he thought, he took away her land and controlled her life. It would be no longer difficult to get the body and mind of her, a young widow who was only fifteen years old.

Yang Quan was standing aside, staring at his sister-in-law who was wearing a mourning and filial uniform and looked charming. When he heard her words, he choked his father back. The rogue's temper suddenly broke out and couldn't help but jump out and said, "Han Youniang, you are young, how can you rely on to maintain this family? My father is also kind to do. Don't let you not be able to survive and do something that insults my Yang family style."

Although Han Youniang was young, she was extremely strong. When she heard this, she stood up with her sleeves and her eyebrows were raised, and she said coldly: "I am a good teacher and a loyal servant, and I will always be able to keep my will. I came to Yang's house and I have to wear clothes and wear them every day to serve my husband. How can I have any evil in my wife? The Yang family is big, and even if I have three or two unfilial descendants, I will never leave my family!"

When Yang Quan heard her sarcastic sarcasm, he couldn't help but be embarrassed and angry, and cursed: "You little bitch, Brother Ling is the only scholar in my Yang family who passed the exam. The Yang family's Guangzong Yaozu pointed at Brother Ling. If you hadn't been so tough that you killed him, he would be young and light, and he has always been strong. How could he die if he said he was dead?"

It is really a crime that cannot be argued or taken for when a woman dies her husband. Han Youniang is strong-willed and is so angry that she is so angry that she trembles all over when she is killed by this scoundrel, her husband is already a small family, and all present are the immediate relatives of the uncle's family. These people all have sarcastic expressions, and their cold and abominable eyes pierce into her heart one by one.

Depressed, sad, and anger surged in my heart: I married a husband. From the first time I saw him, I was lying in bed and waiting for death. Although there was no relationship, the idea of ​​ending up preventing her from taking off her wedding dress. She hurriedly asked a doctor, grabbed medicine, sold her property to treat her husband, and took care of him without taking off her clothes.

I am so unfortunate that I have to be a widow for life at such a young age. I didn’t expect that my husband’s body would be cold, but his tribe members would come to seize the family property and even put such a stigma on my head. I am weak, how can I survive in this big family in the future?

After a moment of grief, Han Youniang couldn't help but say with tears in her eyes: "Okay! OK! Good! Qian Yulian threw herself into the river and left her name forever. Why don't I, Han Youniang, cherish this body? I will follow my husband, so I won't be as angry as you, a villain."

After saying that, the little girl turned around and was about to hit her husband's coffin. Old Master Yang was frightened. Han Youniang's father was very skilled in martial arts, and everyone in the countryside knew that today, the husband had just died, and he came to the door to force her to take away the family wealth. If she was forced to die by touching the coffin, the news would be spread. Not only would the neighbors criticize her, but how could her father be willing to give up?

He stood up from the chair and shouted, "Hurry, stop her!"

But Han Youniang was quick-witted and her voice moved as soon as she fell. It was too late for everyone to stop her. She had already rushed to the coffin and looked at a corner of the coffin and was about to touch her head.

At this moment, she suddenly stopped herself and stared at the coffin with wide eyes. The thin coffin had not been nailed to the lid for people to pay tribute. Now the lid of the coffin actually moved to the side, and then four pale fingers stretched out to put the coffin board.

When Han Youniang saw this strange thing, she couldn't help but retreated. When everyone saw her actions, they looked at the coffin. Then two aunts screamed strangely: "It's a corpse blowing up!" and turned around and ran away.

Although those men did not escape, they all surrounded them in fear. Han Youniang was more courageous. Thinking about it, it was his husband inside. Even if he exploded the corpse, he would not hurt himself. Could it be that he saw that he was bullied and that he returned to the sun from the underworld?

She suppressed the fear in her heart, moved forward carefully, pushed open the lid of the coffin, and saw her husband kneeling in the coffin, panting. Because the weather was cold, the breath he sprayed was also filled with white mist. Han Youniang couldn't help but feel ecstatic when she saw it: "How can a dead person spray out a hot breath? It's a pity that he...he actually lived."
Chapter completed!