In April, Cangzhou Yanliu Lane.

The new dynasty has been established for three years, and the smoke of gunpowder in Cangzhou has long been dissipated, but the streets and alleys are still singing about the bravery of the founders of this dynasty, as if the blood shed in the war is the dye on the brocade.

Wei Xi'er indifferently took the burden, walked through the long alley, and knocked on the door of a house facing the street: "I am the embroidery lady of Funing Embroidery Village, and I am here to deliver clothes." ”

A few days ago, when she was away, Fu Niang took over the business, and someone brought a cloud brocade and asked them to make a robe.

Embroidery and tailoring are done in the embroidery village, usually only some neighborhood business, this cloud brocade is usually only the rich and noble can afford to wear, no one has ever dared to take such a good texture of the material for them to make clothes.

Now that the robe is ready, Fu Niang's legs and feet are not very good, so she sent it over.

Although the porter had already received the order, his eyes fell on her face, and he still couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

He led her inside, and stopped at the door of the back garden: "Lady, please." ”

Wei Xi'er nodded and walked in.

Just past the corner, there was a shadow in front of him, and a man came out from behind the moon gate, with a strange and tall body, and his heroic face was in his impression......

She suddenly felt a sharp wave of vertigo!

She closed her eyes.

The man walked over: "Xi'er!"

Her face was pale, and she immediately opened her eyes and lost her burden, turned around and walked out!

The man pulled her back and expertly pressed her to his heart.

"Where are you going? I'll pick you up!" the man's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't know where he had gone with his usual grace and carelessness.

Wei Xi'er was caught off guard, screaming in her mouth, and her limbs and body were all struggling desperately!

The man ignored her punches and kicks, his throat rolling, reaching out to hold her tighter, and wrapping her hands around his waist as she waved them across his chest.

"Hold me!"

But soon his body stiffened, and his hand slowly loosened.

Wei Xi'er, who was still indifferent, withdrew from his arms with a small two-inch-long dagger, and blood was dripping from the blade.

She raised her hand and quickly pressed it against her neck: "Even if I can't kill you, I can commit suicide, is His Royal Highness King Yan interested in corpses!"

Her voice squeezed through her teeth.

The man looked at her, his eyes bloodshot even more, but his body did not move again.

Blood was seeping out from under the pierced robe on his back.

He touched it slowly, and it was thick red.

Wei Xi'er put down her hand, stared at him with red eyes, and continued to indifferently grab the new clothes in the baggage, wiped the blood-stained dagger three or two times, and then smashed the robe at his feet, and rushed out of the house without looking back.

……

It was noon, and the sun was shining in April, but Wei Xi'er seemed to have just seen a ghost.

She stood on the crowded street, and her ears were full of the hustle and bustle of red dust.

From time to time, there are vendors shuttling around, and the old man who sells cold noodles and sour plum soup on his shoulders greets the familiar neighbors while shouting.

The shops on both sides of the street are bustling with activity.

The teahouse restaurant is full of customers, and even the longevity shop, which has never had many customers, is full of prosperity.

Naughty children whistled past her with twigs, their mother's frustrated scolding behind them.

They turned and stuck out their tongues, and then ran all the way to the other end of the alley.

……

Everything is a living human scene, but it seems to be separated from her life for a lifetime.

Through her eyes, all she saw was the heart that refused to be shaken three years ago, and all she heard was the sentence "They must die"!

She raised her hands to cover her ears and closed her eyes.

Three years.

She thought she would never see him again in her life.

She rolled out of hell, thinking that she was already another person, and the sound of "Xi'er" instantly knocked her back from the world to purgatory!

Wei Xi'er had already died in the Weifu Courtyard three years ago, on the night when more than a dozen members of the Wei family were all killed and slaughtered by him, in front of his Yan King's resolute words!

Who is he to come to her, and what is the right to call her by her name!

He stepped on the corpses of so many people in the Wei family to get military power, and became a powerful vassal king who everyone feared, what face did he have to meet her?

What face to touch her!

Is he here to show her about his achievements?

Or is it to show his near-supremacy now, to justify his cruelty and tyranny?

…… In what name did he pick her up?

In the April sun, she was chilling.

The chill rose from the bottom of her heart and spread to all parts of her limbs, soaking her heart, lungs, liver and spleen, as if she had been placed in an ice cave.

But there seemed to be a fire burning in her heart, and her whole body trembled under the alternation of hot and cold!

She crouched under the tree and hugged herself tightly with her eyes closed.

The after-effects of the trauma on her head also began to kick in, and a tidal wave of pain came over her.

She gritted her teeth and pulled out a handkerchief to stamp the sweat on her forehead.

"What's wrong with you, lady?"

A childish voice around him asked worriedly.

She looked up, and several boys who had just whistling past were gathered in front of her, coming back at some point, looking at her nervously.

She shook her head, struggled to her feet, stroked their little heads, smiled, and walked on again.

These little guys, like her Goro, are naughty and naughty, but they are very kind-hearted.

But their kindness can't redeem her.

Wei Xi'er is still alive in this world, and it is a sin in itself that she did not die in the catastrophe three years ago.

All his relatives are dead, but she is still alive.

Her father, her three brothers, two sisters-in-law, four nephews, five nieces, and several aunts in the house......

On that night three years ago, they all died under the knife of Xiao Fang's subordinates!

Died at the hands of their uncle, who all of them unconditionally supported the conquest of the world, made them dominate the Quartet, and finally were able to share the world equally with Emperor Zhou!

The heart is empty, like an abyss and bottomless.

No matter how strong the sun is, it can't shine through that gap.

The knife just now is not shallow, right?

The blood was almost up to the hilt, and she even used all her strength!

But she couldn't bear it at all.

If she could, she would like to pierce deeper and harder!

She wanted to see if his heart had already turned black into ink!

She wanted to drag his body to her parents' grave to pay respects, but she was wrong! If she hadn't loved the wrong person, and hadn't been so stubbornly choosing a man who only had power and the world in her heart, they wouldn't have died!

At least you won't die at the hands of a ruthless person after paying so much for him!

The love that was once so hard couldn't withstand half of what he hurt her.

And in the final analysis, no matter how deep the affection is, it is far less important than power in his opinion.

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Not abusive, right?

I don't know how to write sadistic plots at all.