In order not to make extraneous branches, but also to ensure the safety of the eldest uncle, ?en ??? ．ｒａｎｅｎａ`ｃｏｍ

At this moment, her heart was full of hatred.

Anyang Hou will never let go.

How much her uncle has suffered, she wants to get it back from Anyang Hou one by one.

The silver-faced Langjun sneaked towards a house with a clear goal.

If she didn't calculate, even if the house was not the master bedroom of Anyang Hou, it was also a place he frequented.

The distribution of the palace guards is obviously tighter here, and the people who patrol here are much more skillful, and the place where the masters of the palace focus on guarding is not the treasury, then the master's residence.

And this is clearly not a vault.

When the silver-faced Langjun quietly sneaked under the corridor, he heard a sound of footsteps, and it was two men in black carrying a long roll of things walking briskly.

The direction they are taking is also this house.

The two black-clothed men walked lightly, and there was movement in the long cylindrical thing, and when they looked closely, they saw that it was actually a quilt? There was a person rolled in the quilt, and the immature little face was rippling with tears, and he looked scared and frightened, crying breathlessly, but he didn't dare to cry out loud, but he couldn't stop sobbing.

It is said that in the palace, the emperor wants to recruit people to sleep, that is, the concubine will bathe and change clothes, and carry the brocade quilt to the emperor's bed.

It's nothing for the Marquis of Anyang to emulate the emperor, private affairs, that's his freedom, but it's a girl, looking at that immature face, at most ** years old.

Thinking of the corpses of those girls, thinking of the rumors in the market, and the tragic death of the second uncle, and the bruises all over the uncle's body, the silver-faced Langjun had the heart to chop off the Marquis of Anyang at this moment.

There are guards guarding the door of the house.

Two big men walked over with people, and the two guards indifferently glanced at the girl who was caught in the middle, waved their hands and let them go, they entered the house and walked quickly to the west.

The house was very large, and the road to the west was very wide, and when I went straight ahead, and turned two more corners, there was a large hall-like building, and through the hall was a very large room.

The room was beautifully furnished, luxurious and luxurious, with a fluttering veil and a large bed.

The big bed is as luxurious and noble, and the bedding and bedding are all the best luxury fabrics, and through the half-hanging curtains, you can see the entangled figures, which are dazzlingly white.

The whole bed was shaking, and the man was pushing harder, and his expression was enjoying it. With a cruel smile on his face, his movements are fast and fierce, strong and powerful.

And the figure he tossed was also a girl about ten years old, her eyebrows and eyes had not yet grown, but she still looked clear, she screamed in pain, her voice was hoarse, the whole person seemed to be soaked in water, cold sweat had soaked her, obviously this kind of destruction made her fall into hell, and the pain was unbearable.

That man is the owner of this Hou Mansion, Anyang Hou Han Yanfeng.

The two strong men walked lightly to the bed room, put down the quilt, and quietly retreated.

They must have done a lot of such things, they are familiar with the road, and the position is just right, and the bed is big enough, which will not affect Han Yanfeng's interest at all.

The girl in the corner of the bed was so frightened that she shook in the quilt, and over there, the fierce battle was raging, Anyang Hou's movements were getting faster and faster, the girl was unbearable, her eyes rolled and she fainted.