Charming beauty

Murong You finally stepped out of the Immortal Pond in the rain.

The only people accompanying him were Mo Lian and Jun Lian.Due to the weather, Murong Youshe went to the horses and chose to walk, and was going to wait for the rain to stop before riding.However, the weather seemed to deliberately obstruct people's footsteps. Since Murongyou stepped out of the Immortal Lake, it has become more and more severe. The wind and rain, lightning and thunder made it difficult for people to walk.Surprisingly, Murongyou was not afraid of the wind and rain and insisted on walking. Although he was not in a hurry, he could still see the urgency implied in Murongyou's expression as he traveled slowly day and night.Mo Lian seemed to feel this too, and followed her closely all the way without saying a word.And Jun Lian, surprisingly, didn't cry out bitterness or tiredness. (Are you afraid that you will be abandoned by Murongyou in the wilderness if you shout? Poor child, mother loves you, touch your head~)

At noon, Murong You settled down at the inn, ready to eat something to rest in order to recover his strength.Running all the way, and it's this kind of weather, it's inevitable that I'm a little embarrassed.Jun Lian's whole body was drenched, her small face turned white from the rain, and her whole body was trembling non-stop.Although Mo Lian was not as embarrassed as Jun Lian, her clothes and hair were still dark. Among the three, only Murong You's hair was slightly damp, and her clothes were clean and bright as if she had just put them on.

Probably because of the weather, there are not many people staying in the inn, but the upstairs and downstairs are still sparsely populated.Because it was only a short stay, Mo Lian only picked a seat in the corner by the window on the second floor and ordered some food casually. After Murong You sat down, she consciously took Jun Lian down to wash and change clothes.Murongyou stayed alone on the seat on the second floor.

After a while, the food was served, two meat and two vegetables, and a jar of stuffed peach blossoms.Murongyou was pouring out the mud and was about to drink, when trouble began.Let’s talk about this Murong You, who has always been cold and indifferent, always low-key when going out, of course, except for the occasional small trip out of the world when he becomes interested, he always maintains "no one will offend me, I will not offend others" in dealing with others , If someone offends me, there will be no dead body".But despite being so transparent, it can't cover up that overly coquettish appearance. It was fine to wear a mask before. After all, the whole world knows that the leader wears a mask. After encountering it, he will automatically avoid it. How dare he talk about molesting provoking and the like.But now they pass by with their real faces open, and without that fear, there will naturally be more miscellaneous people encountered. Before, Mo Lian would deal with them at a distance of ten steps. Now it is a coincidence that Mo Lian is not here. I really don’t know who these people are. Fortunate or unlucky.

"Where did this beauty come from? Who is this lonely person waiting for? Do you need my young master to comfort you?" As he spoke, he saw a figure rubbing against Murong You's side, followed by a large crowd. The gang of hooligans made fun of Murongyou one after another.Looking at Murong You again, he just paused for a moment before continuing to drink, as if he just heard a few barking dogs.But being so indifferent, he couldn't stop those filthy words, "It's really a beauty, look at this face, it's three points more beautiful than the number one husband in the Goulan courtyard! And look at this skin, it's as smooth as a It looks like a woman, and it must feel good to the touch. Look at this body again, it is soft but strong..." Murongyou shot up and down with malicious eyes, and continued, "To tell you the truth, I once met a brothel Xiaowan, that figure is similar to this, I didn't say that, that technique is really not good, just listening to the cry is enough to make people vent several times, and ah, this person looks like a novice, he has never The body of doing things will only taste more ecstasy, right? Don’t you think so? Haha..."

Everyone echoed, "Young Master Jin has picked up a big bargain this time, and this is the best!" As soon as the words came out, someone said, "Young Master Jin, we all discovered this person, you can't take it all by yourself. Go, let us all take turns to taste it after tasting it." Immediately, someone picked it up again, "Yes, Young Master Jin, the best product should be brought out for everyone to taste together..."

As soon as he finished speaking here, Murongyou stopped drinking and slowly put down his glass.The person called Young Master Jin, that is, the person who sat down earlier thought that Murongyou was upset, and immediately interrupted the jokes of those people, "It's all right, you all shut up, young master. Scared my beauty away You guys can't afford it." A pair of eyes stared straight at Murongyou, and when they touched the beautiful collarbone that was faintly exposed under Murongyou's neckline, the eyeballs immediately turned green, "I say beauty, do you want to follow my young master?" ? This young master guarantees that you will be well-fed for the rest of your life." As he spoke, his hand unconsciously touched Murong You's hand on the table.

The end could be imagined - the crisp sound of bone shattering accompanied by a shrill scream, seeing that Young Master Jin was kicked towards the feet of those people by Murong You like a piece of paper, and those people backed away a few steps in fright, He watched as Jin Shao curled up on the ground with his arms folded and twitched.No one dared to go forward to help them, just as they watched the bright red liquid spread from Jin Shao's bloody hands and were terrified, and when they were hesitating whether to leave Jin Shao and run away, Murong You suddenly turned around. Facing them, all that was left on that extremely coquettish face was cold evil and bloodthirsty ferocity, and those deep eyes had faded from the dark color of the past at this time, blooming a strange blue light like will-o'-the-wisps. Ferocious and cruel, just like the god of death Rakshasa who forced his way out of the Nine Netherworld.

It was too late to escape, and I saw the white jade palm turned over, and the purple silk fan instantly transformed into thousands of fan shadows, carrying the momentum of landslides and ground cracks, in the melody of the sound of cracking flesh and blood, but light and ethereal like a ghostly shadow dancing in the air Among the figures, there was a flash of blood and rain, cruel, yet extremely graceful.Extreme fear seemed to choke people's throats, watching one person after another silently shattered, but there was no sound from the whole upstairs and down, the dead silence was empty, as if the soul had been shattered by a breath called death.

At this moment, it seems that all that is needed is to indulge in killing.

When Mo Lian rushed to hear the news and saw the bloody and incomplete corpses scattered on the ground around her, she was shocked and then confused. Although the young master is bloodthirsty, he seldom does it himself, let alone be so vicious. With such heavy hands now——Murongyou stood straight in the blood that was still warm and looked coldly at Young Master Jin who was curled up in a corner with his arms folded and trembling, with a cold disdain on the corner of his mouth, he swiped his fan and slowly moved towards him Walking, the soft forged soles printed footprints in the blood one by one.

The people who came to tease him all died, and died in front of Young Master Jin, fragmented.He looked at Murong You who was slowly approaching like a monster, his eyes were as big as Tongling, knowing that there was no way to retreat behind him, but he still subconsciously retreated, and then retreated, his voice squeezed in his throat "Don't...don't...don't...kill...don't...kill...me..."

Murong You stopped in front of him, lowered his eyes and looked down at him, as contemptuous as he would look at an ant, "If you annoy me, you should have the consciousness of death without a whole body." Then, he slowly raised his hand, and the purple silk fan swiped in the air It made a graceful arc, but the brilliance was cut off by the palm that forcibly protruded in midair, and a clear voice also slowly pierced in—"President Murong, please show mercy."

Murongyou glanced at the purple fan that was held, and then squinted at the face of that person. His white robe was gray and old, his white hair was plucked, his face was haggard and weather-beaten, but his eyes staring at Murongyou were deep and bright, full of vicissitudes and vicissitudes. uncertain. "Since this benefactor has already felt remorse, why does leader Murong commit more crimes? You have to forgive and disturb others, and I ask the leader to be merciful and spare his life." With a flash of his figure, the purple fan in his hand suddenly disappeared.Hearing a slamming sound, before he could react, the man was pinched by Murongyou's neck and pressed against the wall, unable to move at all. A piece of neck was sunk in the wall behind him, showing Murongyou's exertion.Murong You raised his eyes to look at him, tightened his fingers a little bit, the blue eyes in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he smiled coldly, "If you want to stop this deity, it depends on whether you have the ability."

The Taoist coughed lightly, a trace of blood slid down the corner of his mouth, but his face was surprisingly calm, "If leader Murong had to kill to stop his anger, then the old life of the poor would not be a pity to die. However, even so, the poor still I would like to offer a few words of advice to Leader Murong." He stretched out his hand to hold Murong You's wrist, looked directly at him with a calm and calm expression, "If you commit crimes in vain, you will be punished by heaven."

"Heavenly Punishment?" Murongyou raised his eyebrows, stained with evil, then stretched out his hand to throw the man out, and looked at him contemptuously, "It's ridiculous. I have killed countless people, why haven't I seen any Heavenly Punishment yet?" The old Taoist Yao Yao stood up, his brows slightly frowned because of Murong You's words, "It's all because someone blocked the disaster for President Murong."

Murongyou raised his eyebrows lightly, not clearly, "Say clearly."

But the old Taoist sighed softly, and said, "Leader Murong, this is a divine secret. I don't dare to say too much. I just hope that the leader will listen to the advice of the poor Taoist and stop committing murders in vain and be stained with blood. God punishes."

Murong You remained indifferent, "What if not?"

The Taoist stared straight at Murongyou for a moment, then opened his mouth slowly, but asked: "Master Murong, does he have a heart and soul?" Murongyou stared at him, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, "What do you want to say?"

"The red luan's star is moving, and the red luan bears the disaster." The man sighed quietly, and there was a kind of worry in his eyes, "The person who cherishes each other with the heart of the leader of Murong is the one who will bear the punishment of heaven."

In Jinyang, it finally cleared up and started to rain again, thin and misty, like a rain and fog covering the Huguo Mansion.

In the small building, Yue Duyi was sitting beside the embroidery stand, embroidering absent-mindedly. There were already several finished products in the bamboo basket beside the embroidery stand. They were bright red in joy, dragons and phoenixes were flying together, mandarin ducks were playing with each other, and the embroidery was meticulous. Exquisite, subtle and vivid expressions, lifelike.These are Yue Duyi's dowry that often stays up until midnight. It is said that when her daughter gets married, she must use her own embroidery to be blessed by Yuelao. Her dowry has already been embroidered in the boudoir, but she never thought that His Majesty would Given Feng Guanxiapei, she couldn't wear the wedding dress she embroidered, so she had no choice but to rush to embroider other embroidery, such as quilt covers, pillowcases and the like.

All the maids who accompanied her knew how much hard work and effort she had put into the wedding: she often embroidered until midnight, often studied recipes until late at night, and often ran around in the kitchen and dining room all day long... How much she looks forward to this marriage, there is no doubt. It seems that only those maids know how hard they work.But that person never paid attention to these things.Even, she will be his wife.

"Ah." The sharp pain from her fingertips brought back Yuedu Yi Piaoyuan's thoughts. She lowered her eyes and saw blood dripping from her white fingertips. In his mouth, he smiled extremely bitterly, "It's really useless."

She put down her embroidery needle, looked up at the window, slowly got up and opened the door, walked out of the balcony, and looked up at the sky.The sky was pitch-black, and the drizzle in the sky could only be vaguely seen through the dim light in the room, and the sound of wet Lu intermittently hitting the leaves was like the sad whimpering of God.

She was in a daze, and felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, "Brother Mei..."

The night got darker, and the rain gradually increased.It was late at night when people were sleeping and everything was quiet, but there was a faint light in the ancestral hall in the mansion that enshrined the ancestors of the ancestors of the past generations, and the sound of whipping could be faintly heard.

Dim candlelight, thick and heavy iron chains, frightening sound of whips.Zan and Yi were tied up by their feet and hung from the brackets. Chijiao's upper body was covered with welts and blood, which was shocking. Judging from their pale and weak faces, they couldn't last long.On the other side, Nalan Mei was also tied to a bracket, his hands, feet and waist were bound by heavy chains. He lowered his head slightly, and his knee-length black hair was messily scattered, covering his face. I can't see his expression clearly.

Suddenly, the whipping stopped, and a human voice came, "My lord, the person has passed out."

Xuan Qing picked up the teacup, and said in a calm and cold tone, "How about it, can I explain?"

"Not a single word was revealed."

Hearing this, Xuan Qing put down the teacup slowly, and glanced at Nalan Mei calmly.From the beginning of whipping, Nalan Mei fell into this isolated silence, presumably using this to hypnotize the numbness and force herself to be so determined not to hear or not.Also, let the master who has always cared for his subordinates watch his subordinates being tortured due to his own faults, wouldn't it be uncomfortable for anyone?Xuan Qing stared at Nalan Mei quietly, her eyes were dim.Whether Zan Yuyi is innocent or not, who is the biological father of the child, these are not important, he has thousands of ways to solve these perfectly, the only thing he cares about is whether Nalan Mei can be soft and admit his mistakes, cut off the root of love from now on, and have no other heart Loan bears the responsibility of protecting the country.

"Wake up, keep beating until you name the father of the child."

So, after the heart-piercing salt water, there was another heart-wrenching whipping.Perhaps because he had already anticipated this situation, Xuan Qing specially ordered to use a soft snakeskin whip, which did not hurt the tibia, but the pain penetrated into the bone marrow. After the pain passed out, he poured salt water to wake him up, woke up from the pain, whipped again, and dizzy from the pain, then woke up again. , go round and round, don't want human life but make people unable to live or die.

However, regardless of waking up from the pain or fainting from the pain, Zan and Yi always gritted their teeth and did not make a sound. In this way, the sound of the whip mixed with the sound of tearing flesh and blood echoed more clearly in the unusually quiet ancestral hall, resounding through the eardrum until it shocked human door.But Nalan Mei kept her head down, like an ignorant and lifeless puppet.The moon sets and the sun rises, the sun rises at sunset, the sound of whips in the ancestral hall is still there, Zan Yuyi faints from pain again and again, wakes up again and again, his pitch-black hair is soaked in salt water or sweat, and it sticks wet on the pale paper. On his face, his eyes were closed tightly and his eyelashes trembled slightly, his dry lips were bleeding from the bite, but he refused to let go because he didn't want to let out a sound of pain.

After Zan and Yi fainted from pain again, they were splashed with salt water, and when they were forcibly pulled out of the darkness by the burning pain, five days had passed.Even though they were fed and watered on time, five days and five nights of repeated whipping still made them lose all their strength and become extremely weak, but every time they woke up, the first thing they did was to lift their heavy heads , eagerly looking for Nalan Mei's figure with his blurred vision, when he was sure that he was all right and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the whip came down quietly again, and the whip was implemented without mercy.

Waking up again after fainting, Xuan Qing was stopped, her voice was no longer as calm as it was at the beginning, mixed with biting coldness, as if she had exhausted her patience, and almost asked, "Say, what is the child in the young master's womb?" Who is the father?"

Zan Heyi was confused, his voice was dry and hoarse: "Subordinate...don't know."

"I don't know?" Xuan Qing's eyes became colder, "I ask you, Wuliangshan and his party, who is closest to your young master?"

Yi's eyelashes fluttered slightly, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he answered almost instinctively, "This subordinate...don't know."

"As a guard, I don't know the young master's daily behavior, what's the use of keeping you." Xuan Qing's eyes darkened, his face was flat, but murderous intent appeared in his eyes, "Come here, feed Bai Chusan, change the torture whip, and die Hit it." Baichusan is a drug that magnifies the sensory perception of the user by a hundred times. After taking this drug, no matter the sense of hearing, smell, vision, heat, cold or pain will be magnified by a hundred times. The pain that is equivalent to cutting flesh with a knife is a common method used by the Ministry of Criminal Justice to torture prisoners.Xuan Qing was used here, presumably because she had the idea of ​​burial and death.

The effect was really impressive, when the whip went down, the two people who had been biting their lips and refused to utter a sound both groaned in pain, and then swallowed hard, humming softly without swallowing, the whip fell, and the whip Moaning, whipping torture, whipping Lingchi, whipping pain is so painful!

Finally, the bleeding lips overflowed with broken sounds——

"Stop beating, master, I said, say everything, stop beating..."

"You still know that I'm the master?" Xuan Qing turned to face him, her tone was harsh, but when she saw the sadness in Nalan Mei's eyes, she finally couldn't bear it, and her too many words turned into a faint sigh, "There is no more to say It's too late." He sighed again, as if he didn't want to talk any more, "Tell me, should you do this kid yourself, or should I help you do it for the teacher."

Nalan Mei's face suddenly turned pale, "No, master, all the mistakes were made by the apprentice, no matter how you punish the apprentice, you will never complain, but this child, this child is innocent, master..."

"It seems that I can only act for the teacher." Xuan Qing acted as if he had never heard of it, "Come here, bring the abortion medicine."

"Master!" Nalan Mei began to struggle, but the chains on Naihe's body could not be broken, no matter how much she used her inner strength, she did not move at all.Xuan Qing glanced at him indifferently, "This chain is made of black iron from the South China Sea, struggling is useless."

Nalan Mei's face was pale, fear and despair gradually appeared in his eyes, he still struggled desperately knowing it was futile, the skin of his hands, ankles, and wrists rubbed and bled, and in a blink of an eye it was bloody, but he tried to break free as if he didn't know it, until someone brought the abortion medicine, Xuan Qing Step forward and click on his embarrassing position.Nalan Mei stared at the night medicine, it was pitch-black shaking in the white porcelain bowl, like a bowl of poison.

Then he looked at Xuan Qing, his eyes were full of pleading.

"For the sake of your teacher." Xuan Qing indifferently reached out and knocked open his chin, "Today, this child will definitely die."

Nalan Mei's pupils suddenly went blank.

The next moment, the bitter medicine was forcefully poured into his mouth.

It is destined to be a sleepless night, and even the wind makes people feel uneasy.

In the cleaned upper room of the inn, Murong You was soaking in the steaming water, and the thick mist moistened his cheeks. He raised his hand, looking thoughtfully at the red brocade bag in his palm. He didn't understand that old Taoist that day To give him the purpose of this kit, after thinking for a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand to open the kit, and pulled out the short red silk thread.

Does the red silk thread have any meaning?

"My lord, the meal is ready."

"Ah."

Murong You responded, glanced at the thread again, put it back into the bag and put it away, then stepped out of the tub to dry off, stretched out his hand to the clothes on the screen, just as his hand touched, a purple light slipped from his fingertips, He fell to the ground with a snap.Murongyou looked down at the purple silk fan unfolded on the ground, and after a moment of silence, he bent down to pick it up, and then his eyes focused on the hidden acrostic poem in the fan: Murong, Nalan.

This fan seems to be a gift from him on the night of the Lantern Festival, right?Legend has it that sending a fan with Tibetan acrostic poems on that day represents a mutual agreement, and if the other party accepts and returns the gift, it represents a happy relationship between the two.On that day, he gave a fan of poetry collection, and he returned the gift with jade Xiao.

Doesn't this mean... Murong You was stunned for a moment, but the words of the old Taoist suddenly flashed in his mind: "The red luan stars move, and the red luan bears the disaster. The one who cherishes each other with the heart of the leader of Murong is the one who bears the punishment of heaven." ah."

The one whom Leader Murong cherishes with each other is the one who will suffer the punishment from heaven.

Those who cherish each other are the ones who suffer the punishment of heaven...

In the blur, Nalan Mei only felt the pain was severe, as if there were hands reaching into his belly and struggling to pull, stir and tear, the pain that eroded the bones spread throughout the meridians, and the body began to convulse uncontrollably, the pain was so painful that the heartbeat Can't feel it.

"My lord, it has been an hour, and there is still no blood."

"Bring another bowl of medicine."

"Yes."

In a blur, I felt very hot again, and it seemed like hell flames were suddenly burning in my abdomen, almost devouring people's mind, and then there were bursts of sharp pains like bone throbbing, the pain became more intense, and people gradually became vain When he got up, it seemed that he was about to turn into a wisp of green smoke and drift away.

"Master, there is still no blood."

"Take another bowl."

"Yes."

In the blur, it became very cold again, the pores of the whole body seemed to be open, and the slight wind blowing through the body would turn into bone-piercing cold air and invade the body from the skin, so cold that the limbs began to become numb, and the mind gradually became transparent.

"My lord, the young master's breath has weakened."

"Bones, you protect the heart of the young master, Blood Crow, go get another bowl of abortion medicine."

"Yes."

In the blur, hot and cold began to alternate, hot and cold, for a moment it was like being in the valley of flames, and for a moment it was like falling into a glacier, the two layers of ice and fire, burning to the bone marrow, cold to the flesh and blood, life does not want to die.

"My lord, there is bleeding, but it can't come down. I can only crush the fetus and let it flow out by itself."

"You protect his heart."

A vague pair of hands gently attached to his abdomen, and then, a burst of severe pain came from his abdomen, the pain was so strong that it almost tore the soul, and people couldn't help moaning in pain, but before the pain passed, it was tight again Then there was another colic, sweat protruding from the body, and it seemed that he had no strength to breathe.

"My lord, the young master seems unable to bear the pain."

"My lord, the young master has lost consciousness."

The darkness began to spread, and slowly became thicker and thicker. I wanted to struggle, but I didn't have any strength. But there is still Master, with Qing here, he has no nostalgia, he can leave with peace of mind.But at the moment when he was completely sucked into the darkness, there was a soft voice——

"Three stages of calamity, death in blood, life in blood..."

[Okay, at three o'clock in the morning, I will sacrifice my life to update the article, I hope that the next chapter will allow some time, I am really sorry, I swear that I will never give up, long live]