Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 15 The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber

The blood sprayed on the wedding dress, making it look slightly darker.

In his arms, Yang Guifang's body struggled less and less.

Her eyes were full of pleading, begging Song Yan to let her go.

This damn desire to live.

I wonder if she would think of those people she killed at this moment?
Did those people also beg like her?
The struggle gradually weakened, and the ever-ebbing vitality deprived Yang Guifang of strength.

In fact, human vitality is very strong. Even with such serious injuries as a cut throat, people did not die for a while.

Of course, this wasn't a good thing for Yang Guifang. Feeling death approaching bit by bit was not a pleasant feeling, as could be seen from her gradually despairing eyes.

About two or three minutes passed, maybe shorter, maybe a little longer, and Yang Guifang's body finally stopped moving.

As Song Yan moved his hand away, Yang Guifang fell to the ground, twitching occasionally, and the wound on her neck continued to bleed.

Looking at the corpse on the ground silently, Song Yan felt no fear in his heart, nor the trembling of killing for the first time. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, Song Yan only felt a vague sense of cruelty in his heart, and the pleasure of finally being released after a long period of repression...

He squatted down and wiped the dagger clean on Yang Guifang's body.

This is just the beginning.

Soon, it will be Yang's turn... Before killing Yang, should we kill her sons first? This is a question worth pondering.

When Song Yan looked up, his face had already turned into his habitual slightly childish smile. Even the guards who often did dirty things felt a chill in their hearts at that look.

"Brothers, could you please take care of this? Please, I'm a little drunk." Song Yan shook his head vigorously. Damn, he drank too much. Even though the rice wine was not strong, he still felt a little drunk.

"Where are the three of them?" Luo Tianshu spoke slowly.

"Let's keep him under guard for now, torture him, and see if we can get anything out of him."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Whatever, anything related to the Song family will do."

After shaking his head again, Song Yan took off his wedding dress soaked in blood, put on an ordinary robe, and walked out the door. The cold wind blew, and his consciousness became a little clearer, but his head was still dizzy.

Behind him, several guards began to clean up the bloodstains in the room and Yang Guifang's body.

A life was lost in this dark night without causing any ripples.

Looking around, Song Yan saw that the yard was spacious and beautifully decorated, but he didn't know where to go. Even though he had lived in this world for fifteen years, he could clearly feel that there was still a vague barrier between himself and this world.

After getting married today, this feeling has decreased a little, but only a little.

Do you want to go to the backyard?
That's where Luo Tianxuan lives.

He is a son-in-law, and according to the rules he has to pay a visit.

There were many servants on guard at night. When they saw Song Yan, they all bowed respectfully. No one looked down on him because of his status as a son-in-law. When they saw Song Yan walking towards the backyard, no one stopped him.

Gradually, there were no servants left. The cold wind kept blowing, but Song Yan felt hot all over.

Maybe he was really drunk.

Song Yan actually had the urge to sing out loud. This is what he thought and did:
"Grandpa, the chicken has a chicken coop, I need a knife and fork, my brother..."

His voice, which was in the process of voice change, produced a tone-deaf sound. Song Yan felt that he actually had a talent for singing. If he were on Earth, he would at least be at the level of Brother Wuying.

But I don’t know when I will be able to have a free and open world.

"Everyone knows you want to kill your brother, but you don't have to howl for everyone to hear, right?"

A voice as tender and clear as that of a young girl in her twenties.

Song Yan blinked, and the focus of his eyes gradually solidified. Under the moonlight, there was a row of snow-white courtyard walls with an archway in the middle. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the entrance to the backyard.

A Taoist nun holding a whisk stood there quietly.

She was wearing a veil, so her features and age couldn't be seen clearly, but judging from her fair and tender skin, she was probably in her twenties. Her dark eyes were gazing up and down at the son-in-law of the Luo family with a hint of curiosity.

The pure white cloth is made into the style of a Taoist robe. Although it is loose, the tight belt reveals the slender curves that can be held in one hand.

veil?

Ever since what happened in the cave, he seemed to be allergic to the veil. Whenever he saw the veil, the figure of the woman in white in the cave would subconsciously appear in his mind, and he would habitually compare the woman in front of him with the woman in white.

Most men are like this, they always have a special impression of their first woman.

She had a slender figure, a similar voice, and even wore a veil on her face... Song Yan opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back. He was drunk, but not completely drunk, and he still had some rationality left.

Now that he has married, he can no longer think about certain things. Luo Yuheng's indulgence in him is not a reason for him to act recklessly.

People must be self-aware.

Exhaling slightly, Song Yan bowed and saluted: "Master, you are..."

"Yushuang, the eldest princess asked me to treat Miss Tianxuan." The Taoist nun answered readily.

Song Yan understood. Medicine and Taoism have been inseparable since ancient times. Many Taoists have superb medical skills. Even the Medicine King Sun Simiao is said to be from a Taoist background. When people mention Sun Simiao, they often respectfully call him Taoist Sun. Maybe he relied on Taoist Yu Shuang to transfer his true qi to heal his injuries, otherwise he would not have lived so long with tuberculosis in that era.

"Tianxuan already knew you were coming. She specifically asked me to apologize for leaving you alone on your wedding night. However, she is ill and it is not appropriate for her to come out. As for greetings, it should be her who greets you. It is not right for you to do so. She also asked me to thank you. Thanks to your medicine, she has hope of survival."

"If you feel lonely, you can go find Banxia and Kongchan..."

Before the marriage, Gu Banxia returned to the Luo family. When she appeared again, there were three more maids around her, namely Kongchan, Dieyi and Xueying. Half of Luo Yuheng's eight personal maids were given away.

Although he was unable to see what his wife looked like, these words did not make people feel disgusted and gave Song Yan enough face.

The Taoist nun relayed Luo Tianxuan's words but could not help but sigh. She had watched Tianxuan suffer from lung disease for many years, especially at night when she could not fall asleep at all. The violent coughing could cut her throat and she coughed up blood.

That feeling was so painful that I wanted to die.

Tianxuan herself said that death was not scary to her, perhaps it was a relief.

However, the young brother-in-law in front of her, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, presented her with a miraculous medicine. She had also seen the medicine before, but had no idea what it was.

But after taking the medicine, Luo Tianxuan's condition improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the Medicine King Sun Simiao couldn't cure tuberculosis, but with just a few pills, there was hope of a cure. This made Yu Shuang even more curious about this young man. At his age, even if he had studied medicine since birth, he wouldn't have achieved such success.

How could Yu Shuang know that the medicine Song Yan took out was the crystallization of modern technology, and its effect was incomparable to that of the ancients thousands of years ago.

"Tianxuan has been taking the medicine for a few days. How is he now?" Song Yan asked.

The last time they confirmed the wedding date, Luo Tianyang secretly took a few pills from Song Yan when he left.

"It's much better now. The effect was most noticeable on the first day. After that, although there was some effect, it gradually weakened." Yu Shuang said this was normal, and she did not doubt the effectiveness of the medicine. "In the past few days, Tian Xuan has finally been able to fall asleep. Although he still coughs at night, it is much better than before."

"Cough?"

After thinking for a while, Song Yan took out a few brown pills from his arms.

"When you have a bad cough, you can take one tablet."

Yu Shuang took a look and saw that it was another strange flake-like substance, but this time it looked a bit like medicine, at least it smelled stinky.

This is licorice tablets, not compound licorice tablets.

She reached out to take it, and her fair fingertips accidentally touched Song Yan's palm. Yu Shuang's body trembled slightly, but her expression was normal.

Song Yan didn't notice these things. He just nodded at Yu Shuang and turned to leave. Until Song Yan's back disappeared from her sight, Yu Shuang suddenly let out a long breath. Even through the veil, one could see a layer of blush on her fair cheeks.

A small hand was placed gently on the chest, and the heart was pounding.

The dark eyes revealed a bit of complexity.

She and Luo Tianyi are from the same lineage and grew up in a Taoist temple. Judging from seniority, she is Luo Tianyi's uncle and they practice the same technique. But it's not that day of the month now, right?

Why does it feel like the backlash of desire is coming early?
Could it be that spring has arrived and I am also affected?
But it's summer now, right?
not understand.

Shaking her little head, Yu Shuang turned around and went back to the backyard.

On the other side, Song Yan continued to bite my brother with a knife and fork in his mouth and prepared to go back to rest.

Inside the house, the red candle was still flickering and the bloodstains on the ground had been cleaned up.

Looking at the white silk on the wedding bed that was used to carry the purity of the bride, Song Yan couldn't help laughing. Just as he was about to reach out to lift the white silk cloth, he suddenly felt a cold wind coming from behind him. The red candle suddenly went out, and the bridal room fell into darkness.

Song Yan turned around subconsciously. Although it was pitch black, he could still see a hazy outline. The figure was tall and slender. The belt bound her waist, highlighting her graceful curves. The outline was exactly the same as the woman in the cave.

The black hair hangs down.

The girl's subtle fragrance penetrates into my nostrils.

Song Yan was a little confused. He wanted to ask who she was, but a sweet little mouth blocked his mouth. Through the thin veil, he could still feel the delicate softness of her cherry lips.

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