Chapter 297: Two County Magistrates Buried Marshal Pan at Night
Although it was an assassination, the county magistrate Hou Xunchen had a unique personality. He never wanted to be left alone. He liked to play tricks on prisoners, and he also wanted to finally show off his official pedigree so that the foreigner who had wild imaginations and wanted to eat swan meat would know what kind of crime he had committed.
According to the rules of the family, whoever offends his power will be punished until death.
Pan Youan was drunk and full, and he and Nanqiao were lying in the haystack, laughing and chatting. Xiao Pan said:
"Ye'er, if we both die like this, do you think it's unfair or not?"
Nanqiao smiled and said: "Mr. Lang, haven't you heard that the King of Hell first determines how to die and how to live? This is unreasonable."
Pan Youan said: "You are still so happy even though you are about to go to hell. Aren't you afraid of death?"
Nanqiao said: "What am I afraid of? It's too late to be happy? I'm the only one among a dozen sisters to accompany my husband to the underworld. It's my blessing! In the next life, we will escape together. Don't be the boss. I
He didn’t want to be a chivalrous girl, he was born into an ordinary family and lived his life peacefully.”
Pan You'an was happy when he heard this, and replied: "You can think about it openly. You can't control the affairs of the next life. You can enjoy the blessings you have now, lick the snot from your nose now, be drunk and full of food and thought. Come on, let's have a wedding."
Farewell ceremony before death."
After saying that, Pan Youan stretched out his hands through the shackles from the hut and grabbed Nanqiao to do something inappropriate. Nanqiao refused and said:
"Mr. Lang, since when have you not seen the eyes of those jailers outside the cell, which make people's skin crawl all over, and are you still thinking about doing that? And you are still shackled, how inconvenient it is!"
Pan You'an glanced outside casually and said disdainfully: "What can they see clearly in the dark? Besides, I don't believe they have the ability to cut my bird off!"
"Mr. Lang, can you wait a little longer and wait until the jailers fall asleep?" Nanqiao begged in a low voice.
Pan You'an was full of lust, refused to obey, and wanted to pester. He didn't pay attention to the "clang" of the cell door, and several men who looked like wolves and tigers came in, and one of them shouted:
"Good luck to you foreigners. Have you eaten enough with the food and wine that Miss Wei sent you? This will save you time in jail and prepare food for you on the road. Okay, come with us. Our eldest master will invite you two to go.
Drinking tea and chatting in the garden!"
Without any explanation, these people led Pan Youan and his "book boy" straight to the backyard hall of the county magistrate.
The lights in the hall were as bright as day, and Pan You'an raised his eyes and saw that the arrogant county magistrate was sitting on the imperial chair, with his legs crossed, holding the base of the tea bowl in his right hand, holding the lid in his left hand, taking a sip, and closing the lid.
Gaier put the tea cup back on the table, narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Hey, you are so brave. Why don't you kneel down when you see the master?"
Pan You'an replied: "We didn't steal, we didn't rob, and we didn't do anything illegal. Why should we kneel down to you?"
"If you don't kneel down when you see an official, you are a troublemaker, and you should be punished with death!" Magistrate Hou roared.
"Which dynasty's law is this? Show it to me?" Pan You'an spoke sternly.
"It's not written in the Dharma book. This is my master's guideline for governing the world. If you want to kill me, I'll kill you. If you have any grievances, go to the King of Hell to complain."
"The country supports a bunch of bastards like you, and the people have to die."
"You dare to curse the court officials? I think you are also impatient with life."
"If you want to kill, just kill, don't waste so much words!"
"You are a tough guy, but I like your temper. In this case, I am telling you the truth. Miss Wei had already decided by her father to marry me as a concubine. Who knew you
This stupid boy came out of nowhere to ruin my good deeds. It's not that your life is bad, it's your bad luck that you met me. Didn't you say that people don't fight against officials? You, a little commoner, can fight against me.
As a seventh-grade county magistrate, aren't you asking for your own death?"
"You are the seventh grade, but I am still the first grade!" Pan Youan couldn't help but blurt out.
"What, you are a first-class person? Are you a bottle of vinegar?" Hou Xunchen teased.
"Whether it's vinegar or sauce, I'm a first-class person anyway. I'm putting this aside. I don't believe you will regret it one day." Pan You'an said calmly.
"You kid, don't scare people with your big words. I've seen a lot. If you don't say that you are the emperor's godbrother, you are still the marshal of the imperial court!"
"I am the Generalissimo of the Army!"
"Ouch! Climb along the pole? Forget it, you will become the Jade Emperor after all. I don't want to waste words with you, a madman like you who doesn't know the depth of knowledge. Come on, quickly drag these two boys to the back garden and give them to me.
Buried alive!”
A deep pit had already been dug under a big tree in the back garden. What made Xiao Pan happy was that the pit was big enough for two people to lie side by side in it. It wasn't that the gravedigger had any kind intentions, but it was probably because he wanted to dig deeper.
That's why the digging was wide. Pan You'an and his wife Nanqiao Nvxia were pushed into the pit one after another. Pan You'an looked up at the moon and stars in the sky for the last time, sighed softly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said:
"This life is over."
Next to Nanqiao, there was no resentment or regret at all. It seemed that this was what she had expected. She was buried in the same grave as her dearest people. Although the place was a little rough and too far away from her hometown, she might not even be able to die in the future.
No one visited the grave. But where the loess didn't bury people, why would they return their corpses wrapped in horse leather? She just had to endure her life. She smiled at her husband, then closed her eyes peacefully, waiting for the first scratch of loess to appear.
After the government officials put the two strangers into the pit, they all turned around and looked at the county man, waiting for him to say a word so that they could dig up the soil and bury them.
When Mr. Hou saw this, he lowered his voice and shouted: "Hurry up and bury the person! Why wait? This is not an important funeral ceremony. Why should we wait for a good time?"
Before the government officials could take action, two people suddenly jumped down from the garden wall. Each held a sharp knife, chopping melons and vegetables with almost no effort. In an instant, three or five government officials were cut into pieces.
Head ghost.
Mr. Hou stared at this series of actions dumbfounded, shaking like a willow in the wind, and said repeatedly:
"Okay, good man, if you want money to speak, don't kill indiscriminately, you are innocent!"
One of the two men went over and slapped a big ear scraper, and the old man's fat face suddenly swelled to more than half an inch thick. He cursed:
"You bastard bitch, you still know what innocence means! If I had been even a step later, you would have become a world-famous tycoon!"
The one said: "Brother, don't be nagging with him. It's more important to save the commander first!"
The previous one shouted at the county magistrate again: "Old boy, stay here well. If you dare to move even half a step, I will chop off one of your legs!"
"No, don't dare, don't dare, I won't stand. No, I will just move."
Pan and An were pulled out of the pit. Under the moonlight, Xiao Pan opened his eyes and took a look. It took him a long time to recognize them, and he couldn't help but said in surprise: