In the past, Yu Wenhao always thought that the Fourth Master wanted Snow Wolf out of playmate psychology, but now he knows that he wants Snow Wolf to seek a sense of security.
Since he entered Beijing, he has been the object of many people's trust and trust, always thinking that he is invincible, forgetting that he is just an ordinary person with emotions, emotions and desires.
Yu Wenhao sighed that he owed the Fourth Master too much, and he was uncomfortably stuck in his chest for a while, unable to speak.
The princess turned the tea cup, her eyes were very fierce, "I have sent the Lightning Guard to Fengdu City and stared at Yan Zhiyu. Now Fengdu City is preparing for his birthday. Next month, besides his birthday, it will be theirs. The thirty-sixth anniversary of getting married is no less joyful than when you got married. After all the truth is clear, Leng Si will definitely go to Fengdu City. The Lightning Guard and Black Shadow Guard will assist him, and Leng Lang Door, this hatred can definitely be reported."
Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao glanced at each other, only to feel hatred and pain in their hearts, big birthday, thirty-sixth anniversary? That is, as soon as Leng Fengqing died, they immediately held a wedding.
This is the real murder!
It was the wing room, Yu Wenhao sat outside, guarding the people in the wing room, and the snow wolf was also lying beside him, lazily basking in the sun.
The princess was sitting in the yard with a snow wolf beside her. She put her hand on the snow wolf's head, stroking it quietly, looking at the rose climbing on the fence of the yard, the sun shone into her cold eyes.
In the room, agarwood shavings were lit like yesterday, with a very faint scent. If there is nothing lingering in the nose, Yuan Qingling sits on the chair, closes his eyes, and empties the thoughts in his mind. Slowly let the touch of thought unfold.
Fengdu City 36 years ago.
The body of Leng Fengyu, the second young lady of the Tiansuan family, was hung on the gate of Fengdu City. The fifteen-year-old cardamom was in his prime and looked like a flower.
She was slashed to death by a slash in her throat. Her white dress was stained with red blood, as if splashed with red ink, the dress was dyed like a searing sunset.
She also carried the white jade bell hairpin given to her by her sister Leng Fengqing on her head. When the wind blew, the hairpin made a clear voice, and her big eyes still seemed to have the anger and fear left before death.
Just like that, the neck was hung by the rope buckle and hung on the tower. One of the embroidered shoes was dropped, like a broken puppet.
In the middle of the night, a bonfire was lit on the city tower, illuminating the city gate area as bright as day, and there was a curfew in the middle of the night.
Yan Zhiyu personally brought Leng Fengqing to the tower, pinched her chin severely, and said with cold eyes: "This is the price of your slap. I said, you can't touch her, you can't talk about it. To hurt her, you are taking my words to your ears."
Leng Fengqing looked at the second sister's corpse, heartbroken, and her whole body was cold and trembling. If there was a little hope that he would not be so cruel before, now she has no illusions and no possibility of retreating.
Her heartache spread, her stomach twitched tightly, and the pain made her bend over and hold her belly, crying to the end, but there was no tear.
The speed of falling from the sky to the ground was too fast and too fast, too fast to give her breathing space, she wished to cut Yan Zhiyu thousands of times, but could not ignore the hundreds of lives in the family.
In my ear, a devil's savage voice came, "Tomorrow, I will change my life for Rushuang. If you are one day late, I will kill one person, two days later, two people, three days later, six people, you just delay."
Leng Fengqing slapped Yan Zhiyu on the face with all his strength. He couldn't say a word in his anger, staring at him with fiery angry eyes, and gasping for breath.
Yan Zhiyu had no mercy, slapped her hand and slapped her face, hitting her dizzy and turned a stumbling down on the ground, his boots stepped on the palm of her supporter, and his clothes were caught in front of her by the wind. Rolled, familiar incense, unfamiliar cold poison, "Don't challenge my patience, you can't afford the consequences."
She seemed to only hear the sound of cracked finger bones, but she didn't feel the pain at all, the heartache overwhelmed everything, and the pain was almost numb.
From start to finish, she failed to shed a single tear, half lying on the ground, desperately looking at the second sister who was hanging in the air, self-blame, guilt, hatred, anger, despair, and constantly biting in the bottom of her heart.
Yan Zhiyu rolled his robe and went down to the tower.
Several iron guards stood beside her, looking at her coldly.
"Yan Zhiyu, I want your life!"
Below, the maidservant Fanghua yelled angrily, and then there was a scream. She fought a cold war all over her body. She suddenly got up and threw herself on the wall of the tower to look at, but saw Fanghua fell in a pool of blood, Tie Wei His spear passed through her heart. She was holding a sword in her hand. Her eyes were full of unwillingness and anger. He stared at Yan Zhiyu who slowly walked over. He raised his bloody eyes and said coldly: "Take her Throw it into the hunting ground!"
Tie Wei grabbed Fanghua’s hair and dragged it along the bluestone street, Fanghua’s mouth overflowed with blood, looking sadly at Leng Fengqing on the city wall.
"Fanghua!" Leng Fengqing ran down like crazy, ignoring the pain in his stomach, crawling and rolling, crying and crying, "Yan Zhiyu, you let her go, I promise you!"
Yan Zhiyu stood still, with a cold lips, turned his back to the person behind him, and slowly raised his hand to signal Tie Wei to let go of his maidservant Fanghua.
Leng Fengqing rushed over, knelt on the ground and hugged Fanghua. Fanghua was vomiting blood in her mouth, and she tried hard to prop up her head, tears fell from the bottom of her eyes, and said with difficulty: "Patriarch, slave and maidservant... failed to protect... Protect you, slave maid... I'm sorry you!"
Leng Fengqing hugged Fanghua, crying, her hands were soaked with blood, tears finally flowed wildly, "No, no, I'm sorry for you, it's me, it's me..."
Fanghua stopped breathing in her arms, her eyes widened, unwilling and angry!
Leng Fengqing hugged her, sitting on the ground like this, letting the night breeze blow, her heart went from being frantic and furious at first, to despair and coldness now.
Later, she slowly let go of Fanghua, climbed up to the tower to take down the body of her sister Leng Fengyu, hugged it in her arms, and let out a grieving cry like a wounded beast.
There was no one around her. After half a night, the bodies of Leng Fengyu and Fanghua were buried in hastily outside the city. She took off her outer clothes, wrapped the two of them, knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.
In order to save the lives of everyone in the Tiansuan family, she opened up for Su Rushuang and borrowed the ancient dark power of the Tiansuan family to change her fate against the sky.
And changing fate against the sky will be backlashed by dark forces.
She lay very weak in the formation, feeling the loss of life inch by inch, but she would not die so fast, backlash has a process, and it will take a month at the earliest.
In the end, she would kneel in front of Yan Zhiyu, begging him to let go of the members of the Tiansuan family.