Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Looking at the young man's expression, as if he had been freed from the abyss, Xicheng Hou pinched his palms, feeling a little impatient and uneasy.

Duan Tinghan must have known something, which is why he acted like this.

His concern for Duan Tingzhuo's condition and even his worry that he might harm Luo Ying'er finally overcame his complex and guilty heart at the moment.

Not only did Marquis Xicheng not change his mind and face up to his crimes, but he became even more determined in his original plan.

He reached out his hand to pull back the panicking Marquis who was about to say something, and said solemnly, "Why say so much to him? Leave first, I will handle this matter myself."

The Marquis's wife's hands trembled, and she felt that the panic had not subsided. After she calmed down for a long time, she replied to the Marquis of Xicheng.

It seemed as if he was speaking to Duan Tinghan, who had already made up his mind, or as if he was trying to convince himself: "You are right... Han'er must have been very emotional, which is why he said such outrageous words."

"Sir, talk to him and make him realize his mistake."

She didn't understand the hidden meaning of Xicheng Hou's words at all, but she was very nervous when facing Duan Tinghan, so she wanted to pretend that she didn't hear his words of breakup and turned away.

As the Marquis' wife left, Duan Tinghan vigilantly gripped the hilt of the knife hidden in his sleeve. He never believed that the Marquis of Xicheng would have any good intentions towards him.

The solution to this incident is to make him unable to speak ever again and bury the truth.

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Bottom of the cliff.

Duan Tinghan collapsed on the grass in a mess. His tendons and bones felt as if they were torn apart. The intense pain that rushed to his head pierced his lungs with every breath.

His nose was filled with the smell of blood, and his whole body was damp and cold until his five senses were dulled. He endured the burning pain, his expression froze, and his blurred vision stared at the direction of the top of the mountain.

I still underestimated the cruelty of Marquis Xicheng.

Just because he might know the identity of his beloved, he couldn't wait to kill him.

Ah... maybe there is another reason... Xicheng Hou just wanted Duan Tingzhuo to survive, so he exchanged his life for it.

but……

The palm of my hand felt a little hot. It was an inconspicuous twig that had completed its mission and gradually dissipated.

When he was pushed off the cliff and suffered from weightlessness, he thought he would die. However, this inconspicuous twig emitted a dazzling light at the moment of danger.

As if being sensed, the vines and trees on the cliffs began to grow wildly, forming a natural buffer grid, weakening the impact of his descent until he reached the bottom of the cliff.

A glimmer of hope, carried with him...it was that Young Master Shen who saved him again.

It's just that the process was a bit rough. Although he didn't die from the fall directly, he was almost shaken to death.

The heavy clothes could not serve as armor to protect him. During the descent, he was scratched several times, and the exposed skin was bloody and horrifying.

A whole murder crime scene.

But I still have to thank him, but he probably...can't thank me in person anymore...

He felt a little regretful, but fortunately, at least he stabbed the man when he was pushed off the cliff.

Duan Tinghan pulled the corner of his mouth, thinking about the part where he had last attacked Marquis Xicheng, it turned out that using a more despicable method could feel so good.

Xicheng Hou wanted him to die, so he made his life worse than death!

His consciousness was shrouded in layers of fog, and even his thoughts began to become unclear. He gradually closed his eyes and let his body fall into a deep sleep.

Perhaps at the moment of death, a revolving lantern of thoughts will appear in the mind, and those fragments hidden deep in the memory will also begin to emerge rapidly in the mind.

Speaking of which... the first time he met Shen Zhinian and Fu Guanci was not in Sun Moon Valley.

That was the first year that Duan Tingzhuo was brought to the Xicheng Marquis' Mansion, and the favoritism of his parents had already begun to show.

Under the pretext of the family going out for an outing on the Lantern Festival, he was ignored by the others and could only watch from afar as Xicheng Hou, with a fatherly look, lifted Duan Tingzhuo on his shoulders and watched the lively acrobatic performances all around him. The marquis's wife was watching over him nervously, worried that he might get bumped or bruised.

At that time, his wife would often use one sentence to stop his strange emotions, saying that his younger brother had just arrived and he should be given enough sense of security.

But he doesn't need a sense of security.

He was still too young at the time, but he had a deep question in his heart. Brothers and relatives had to make choices and could not coexist peacefully...

However, it was under such strong contrasting emotions that he saw Shen Zhinian and Fu Guanci, who were also children.

Both children were extremely beautiful, with delicate features, dressed in expensive clothes, and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, which seemed to be out of tune with everything around them.

Just standing in the crowd like this, he could attract everyone's attention at a glance, which was really abrupt.

However, they had no guards to protect them, and they were not afraid that their families would be abducted in the chaotic environment.

I don't know what he was thinking, but his gaze shifted from the family of three in front of him to these two people.

Thinking about it now, it was probably envy, or perhaps a little surprise... Why could this pair of siblings get along so well?

The two of them were wearing the same style of clothes. The older one looked to be about seven or eight years old, and the younger one was not much older than him.

On the busy street, he saw Fu Guanci, who was even shorter than Shen Zhinian at that time. At such a young age, he had a cold and pretty face. He held Shen Zhinian's hand tightly and kept looking around, fearing that she would be bumped into.

Duan Tinghan couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He probably hadn't expected that this young boy was the more worried one among the two.

No matter where the two of them went, he followed the girl closely, until Shen Zhinian stopped in front of a vendor selling candied haws and was attracted by the bright red candied haws.

The girl tilted her porcelain-white face upwards, with clear black eyes, looking like an exquisite porcelain doll.

She pointed at the bunches of crystal clear fruits, turned around and looked at Xiao Fu Guanci beside her eagerly: "I haven't eaten them for a long time."

Xiao Fu Guanci looked in the direction of her finger, and seemed to think seriously for a while before hesitantly stretching out his fleshy palm: "Five skewers, this is my limit now..."

The sweet and sour sugar coating with a slight scent of hawthorn is a favorite of a certain ancestor.

However, Young Master Shen, who has always been proud of his own lack of morality, has acquired a good quality of cherishing food and not wasting it at all because of his experience of traveling through a day of beggarly travel.

It's outrageous!