The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

Chapter 66

Words had the ability to spread and guide. The ignorant Yun Zhongjun had to be responsible for his instigating creations, and those who were bewitched by them also had to bear the corresponding consequences.@@@@

On the day when the officials came to search the house, Shan Yu pinched his palms in fear.

If he didn’t overhear at the theater four months ago that these books had been banned by towns around the capital, and immediately burned the books, he would probably in trouble that day.

But some disasters were destined and could not be avoided.

Shan Yu burned the book with his extraordinary intuition, but Wan Qiu and Grandpa Yaba did not listen to his words and deal with the things related to the book.

It was the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the birthday of Wan Qiu.

A family of four was thrown into a cell by an official. Like all people who were imprisoned, they were extremely frightened and uneasy.

“Husband, husband...” Wan Qiu was scared, and he and Grandpa Yaba each pulled Shan Yu’s sleeves and asked him tremblingly: “What should we do?”

“What should we do? Why didn’t you listen when I told you what to do? Now you are asking me again, who should I ask?”

Shan Yu looked angry and turned around to face the wall with the crying little bun in his arms, furious.

On the day he burned the books, Er Zhu happened to come and said that his wife Yu Hua was also burning the books.

Shan Yu thought that Yu Hua and the official were relatives, so he burned the books, which was most likely because the official said something.

Just in case, Shan Yu decided to get rid of all the things related to books, but Wan Qiu and Grandpa Yaba was reluctant to part with them.

Not to mention the valuable things, for the old and young who had never received much love, Shan Yu’s gift was a rare warmth in their lives.

When Shan Yu couldn’t give a clear explanation, who would be willing to destroy a good thing for no reason?

In Wan Qiu’s possession, he secretly hidden a rattle inlaid with gold and jade and a set of jasper jewelry. Grandpa Yaba hid some clothes and a white feather fan.

And Shan Yu bought a lot of things for the two of them. How could he remember the specific number?

It was strange to say.

It used to be that Shan Yu always felt upset when he saw Wan Qiu crying, thinking that he was a man, why crying all day long, but now?

Shan Yu looked at the soft shuanger who was crying out of breath in his arms and suddenly felt that he was in a good mood. He thought it was particularly interesting to see Wan Qiu cry, especially like now...

His fingers were wrapped around Wan Qiu’s waist, tears fell on his clothes, and his crying voice was soft, like a little rabbit afraid of being abandoned. It was quite cute.

“Okay, don’t cry.” Shan Yu coughed lightly and patted Wan Qiu’s shoulder, pointing to the little bun laying on his shoulder: “Our son isn’t crying anymore, so why are you crying?”

Wan Qiu choked with sobs, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the little bun who had been crying just now was tilting his head and looking at him with tears in his eyes. His big eyes were full of doubts, as if he couldn’t understand how his mother could be like him crying huge golden beans.

He blushed, wiped his tears quickly, and asked Shan Yu: “What did you mean when you said there was no future?”

“After being beheaded, where will you go?”

“Behead! Behead? Ugh~...” Wan Qiu sobbed, crying even harder than before, with mucus coming out of his nose.

Shan Yu: “...” ‘Sure enough, you still think life is more important, right?’

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The law did not punish the public. There was no one in this town who was not related to the forbidden book. If they really wanted to kill them, it would not have been just a massacre of the town.

The government confiscated the found items, locked everyone in jail, frightened and beaten them for a day and night. At dawn, they released the frightened people from the jail and gathered everyone in the town in front of the theater.

It was a cold spring during the New Year’s Day, and everyone was locked up in jail for so long in fear. Everyone’s complexion was pale and wan. Compared to the soldiers on the street, who were wearing military uniforms and holding spears, they looked even more depressed and dispirited.

Everyone hunched their shoulders and lowered their heads almost touching the ground.

Different from the government soldiers, these soldiers all had been on the battlefield and killed people. The bloody and murderous aura on their bodies was really unbearable for most people, and they dared not look directly at them.

Shan Yu glanced at the long street dizzily, feeling that the number of soldiers in the town was wrong. He coughed a few times, wrapped his feverish little bun tightly in his coat, and watched the soldiers push cartloads of books to the door of the theater.

‘Burn books, burn buildings, and promulgate political orders.’