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Shuaifu, in the dungeon, the temperature is a little warmer.

The torches on the stone wall smelled of oil, suffocating and stuffy, the firelight shook on the gray stone wall, and all kinds of iron chains and various torture instruments were hung around, exuding a musty smell mixed with the smell of dried blood.

Ye Yanran locked her hands with iron chains, sat on the torture chair, and looked at the terrifying arrangement around her with a pair of light phoenix eyes, and there was a hint of chill in her heart.

The sound of high heels on the ground, mixed with the sound of several pairs of embroidered cloth shoes, came from the entrance to the dungeon.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes and shot away...

Chen Wanwan's face gradually became clearer, followed by Xiaobi, a personal maid, and two old women with thick and round waists.

Chen Wanwan was wearing a fragrant mink coat and her cheeks were covered with a thick layer of ice cream.

"Yo, I didn't expect this dungeon to be much warmer than outside, Eighth Sister, you really enjoyed it!" Chen Wanwan took off her coat as she spoke, and the maid on the side brought a chair for her.

Ye Yanran's eyes shot sharply at the woman in front of her, and her voice was cold, "Chen Wanwan, do you know that you are digging your own grave by treating me like this." ”

"Tut-tut!" Chen Wanwan sobbed disdainfully, "Ye Yanran, do you think that to this day, the young marshal will still hurt you, your eldest brother rebelled before the battle, and the young marshal will definitely divorce you." ”

Ye Yanran listened and raised her eyes lightly, "Chen Wanwan, didn't you find that the third aunt didn't accompany you to make trouble?" She's smarter than you. ”

"What are you doing with Bilian!" Chen Wanwan was very disdainful, "She doesn't have the guts, that's because she doesn't have the ability to be the wife of the house." ”

Ye Yanran shook her head, her voice was cold, "Since that's the case, then please leave here quickly, this is a dungeon." ”

"Leave?" Chen Wanwan laughed and lifted her right leg on her left leg, "Since I came to see you, I naturally want to give you some gifts, so as to show the sincerity of the lady in charge." ”

Ye Yanran didn't know why, she looked at Chen Wanwan, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

Chen Wanwan glanced at the two old women behind her, "Why don't you go to serve our eighth aunt?" ”

The two old women stepped forward, one of them held Ye Yanran with one hand, and reached out to untie the woman's clothes.

"What are you going to do?!" Ye Yanran's heart rose to her throat.

In an instant, Ye Yanran's clothes were peeled off, and only a new-style corset remained, revealing white and smooth skin, exuding a faint fragrance.

Chen Wanwan leaned back in her chair leisurely, folding her legs.

"Don't be sluggish, move quickly." The personal maid on the side, Xiao Bihu, urged with a fake tiger.

The two women gave each other a look, and one took out a sharp embroidery needle.

Ye Yanran didn't react, and there was a chill on her back.

"Ahh Ye Yanran exhaled in pain, and the stinging pain of being pierced into the flesh by a needle on her back.

This cry of pain echoed around the dungeon, and the two old women paused slightly.

Chen Wanwan saw it, and immediately urged in a shrill voice, "Don't stop, you two pierce together, this needle goes into the flesh, it only hurts, and no one can see it." ”

Ye Yanran raised her eyes, shot at Chen Wanwan hatefully, and bit the words, "Chen Wanwan, you are too vicious, I don't have a deep hatred with you... ”

Chen Wanwan stood up and approached Ye Yanran, "Ye Yanran, you have the young marshal alone, this is what you can't get along with me Chen Wanwan, you said that it was better for you to marry Zhuo Shao at first, and you want to come and share a piece of the pie with us, do you know that I can't wait to pull your skin and drink your blood." ”

Chen Wanwan listened to Ye Yanran's screams, her eyes trembled with excitement, "Ye Yanran, I am looking forward to the young marshal entering my house day and night, in the past, I could still enjoy the rain and dew of the young marshal, at least I feel comfortable, since you came, the young marshal has not touched me for several months." ”

"Ahh Yes! Ye Yanran exhaled in pain, and two embroidery needles pierced into the flesh, causing Ye Yanran to grit her teeth in pain.

The two old women were hesitant at first, but soon, the more smoothly they tied their hands.

Chen Wanwan squatted down, looked directly at Ye Yanran's eyes, covered her heart, almost sad, "Are you in pain?" But my heart is cold, I also want the warmth of the young marshal, he is my husband, why does he spoil you alone, you say!! Why, he only spoils you! ”

Chen Wanwan burst into tears with excitement, snatched the embroidery needle from her mother-in-law's hand, and pierced Ye Yanran's flesh one after another.

"Ahh ~Yes! Ye Yanran couldn't cry, her long inky hair was messily scattered, and the chains that locked her hands clanged.

This needle after needle into the bone, the pain in the heart, the light of the eyes fell dimly in the distance, the hazy sight...

I still remember the season of falling flowers, a female student in a blue dress and a black skirt, carefree in the women's private school. . .

"It hurts... It hurts... Ye Yanran was so painful that she was about to faint, she hated herself so much, why did she have such a life...

Eight aunts too. The ridiculous eighth aunt, the eighth aunt who is the target of everyone, shares the fate of a husband with others...

"Ahh Haha~~Ha! Ye Yanran laughed suddenly, laughing so much that tears flowed down her eyes.

"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? Chen Wanwan asked angrily.

stepped forward and grabbed Ye Yanran's long hair, the long hair was sticky with sweat, and Ye Yanran's pale face and a pair of light and beautiful phoenix eyes kept shedding tears.

Ye Yanran was so pained that she couldn't speak, and her lips were pale.

Chen Wanwan raised her hand and motioned to the two old women, "Stop!" ”

Chen Wanwan pulled Ye Yanran's head again and asked angrily, "Say!" What are you laughing at? ”

Ye Yanran raised her confused and weak eyes, and pulled away a mocking smile strongly, "Don't you think you're pathetic?" Even if you kill me, Huang Fuchen will not enter your house, he is a man who likes the new and hates the old! ”

"You don't lie to me!" Chen Wanwan's eyes flashed in a panic, "It's you, the practitioner, it's you who are bewitching him, everyone in Qizhou City knows it, fox spirit!" ”

Ye Yanran shook her head almost weakly, and the two old women behind her supported Ye Yanran.

Ye Yanran was forced to raise her head and sneered, "Am I lying to you, you don't know, how is the eighth aunt?" Maybe there will be nine aunts soon... Hehe.. ”

As she spoke, Chen Wanwan's eyes flashed instantly, what did she see...

Ye Yanran's long hair was scattered, and she vaguely saw the pipa bone on the left side, the bewitching pink lotus.

Chen Wanwan stepped forward suddenly, pressed Ye Yanran's back, and pulled away the woman's long inky hair.

The pink lotus flower appeared in Chen Wanwan's eyes...

"It's... Chen Wanwan's lips trembled, "What is this... Why is this happening. ”

Chen Wanwan's eyes were filled with tears of excitement, her trembling hand touched the pink lotus flower, her eyes froze, and her heart was stagnant, at this moment.

"Why do you have this lotus?" Chen Wanwan grabbed Ye Yanran's shoulders with both hands.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes to look at Chen Wanwan's excited look, hooked her lips and sneered, "What do you say?" ”

"No, no, no!" Tears flashed out of Chen Wanwan's eyes, and she shouted excitedly, "It shouldn't be you!" Why you! Why do you have lotus branding. ”

"Practice !!" Chen Wanwan shook Ye Yanran almost frantically, pinched the lotus flower on Ye Yan's back with her hand, and pinched it hard.

The long, peach-painted Kodan's nails dug hard into the delicate skin.

"Ah~~" Ye Yanran screamed in pain, her hands locked in chains suddenly hugged Chen Wanwan's head, and her whole head fell down, biting the flesh on Chen Wanwan's neck fiercely.

"Ahh The two women instantly rolled to the ground with their chairs.

When the two old women saw this, they hurriedly stepped forward and vigorously separated the two people on the ground.

Moments later.

Ye Yanran was separated, lying on the ground with chairs in a row, and the upper body of only the corset was attached to the stone ground, which was extremely cold.

"Trampling!!" Chen Wanwan pressed her bleeding neck tightly and was helped up by the maid.

Chen Wanwan looked at Ye Yanran lying on the ground, the pink lotus flower looming, and walked forward quickly.

"Cheap hooves! I'll kick you to death!! Kick you to death" Chen Wanwan kicked towards Ye Yanran again and again.

。。。

Outside the gate of the Shuaifu, the gate opens.

The old man guarding the door saw that it was Huang Fuchen, and was suddenly surprised, "Young marshal, why are you back?" ”

Huang Fuchen dismounted, threw the reins to the old man guarding the door, and strode inside.

Huang Fuchen faces the east wing.

A group of family members looked at it and hurriedly stepped forward, "Young marshal, are you going to see the eighth aunt?" ”

Huang Fuchen stopped, turned his head, and saw that all the family members had followed, looking at himself.

A family member hurriedly stepped forward, "Young marshal, the eighth aunt is not in the east wing." ”

Huang Fuchen's heart sank, his deep eagle eyes were dyed with anger, he stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the family, and said angrily, "She escaped again?" ”

"No, no!" Jia Ding waved his hand anxiously, "Traitor's sister, we won't let her escape, now locked up in the dungeon!" ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes froze for a moment, then he reacted, and poured a punch into it, "Who the hell allowed you to put her in a dungeon?" ”

Jia Ding was beaten by such a punch, his head was dizzy, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

"Young marshal, isn't she the sister of a traitor?" Another family member wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stepped forward, "The second aunt also ordered so. . . ”

"Second aunt too." Huang Fuchen repeated in a deep voice, his sharp eyes tightened instantly, and he hurriedly pulled out his legs and ran towards the dungeon.

。。。

Inside the dungeon.

"Practice!! Why do you have a lotus brand, why does God favor you so much!! Practice people! Chen Wanwan kept kicking Ye Yanran on the ground.

"Poof~~!" Ye Yanran came up in one breath, and the sternum was in severe pain, and she wanted to cough violently, but a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

Blood spilled all over the ground in front of him and squirted on the stony floor.

The sound of military boots came from outside the stone staircase, and everyone looked at it, but Chen Wanwan didn't notice it, and kept kicking towards Ye Yanran.

"Trample! The vixen who seduces the young marshal! ”

Under the blazing firelight, Huang Fuchen came down from the stone steps in a military uniform, and his cold face turned into a terrifying expression.

"Young Marshal!!" The maid's eyes widened in shock and she screamed.

"Young marshal!" The two old women were also shocked, shouldn't this sudden young marshal be on the front line of Five Tiger Town at this moment?

“。。。” Chen Wanwan froze suddenly, and the cold air behind her just arrived that was cold to the bone, and it invaded her body in bursts.

On the ground, Ye Yanran was lying on her stomach, dying.

A pair of hands were chained, and five fingers of blood were imprinted on the ground.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were red, glowing with wet anger, and his skeletal palm took out a pistol from his waist.

"Young marshal..." Chen Wanwan turned around and looked at Huang Fuchen with trembling eyes, and she realized her mistake.

"You... How did you come back ... Chen Wanwan trembled and spat out the words.

The sound of the pistol unloading the safety snapped and echoed through the empty dungeon.

"Young Marshal!!" Chen Wanwan knelt on the ground with a 'poof', hugged Huang Fuchen's legs with both hands, and said tremblingly, "Young marshal, she... She's the traitor's sister.,I'm worried about something happening to you, young marshal.,Help you punish her.。。 ”

The pistol in Huang Fuchen's palm was raised, and the muzzle of the black hole was pressed against Chen Wanwan's head.

The man's compassionate words crashed down in the dungeon, "If Ben Shuai comes back one step later, do you know that Ben Shuai killed your whole family and not enough to vent his hatred!" ”

"Young marshal..." Chen Wanwan raised her eyes trembling all over, full of horror...

Huang Fuchen's pair of eagle eyes that were frozen into frost showed a trace of bloodthirsty murderous aura.

"Bang~~!" With a bang, the sound of gunfire fell, echoing around the dungeon for a long time.

A bloody hole shot out of Chen Wanwan's head, the woman's eyes widened in horror, bloodshot, tears slid down her eyes, slid down her cheeks, her lips opened, and she froze for a long time.

With a "poof", Chen Wanwan fell backwards, and fell to the ground with a 'bang', her tearful eyes glaring in horror.

"Second aunt too!!" The personal maid cried out and threw himself on Chen Wanwan on the ground.

The muzzle of the black hole in the blue smoke was aimed at Xiaobi.

"Bang~~~" Another gunshot rang out.

Xiaobi fell on Chen Wanwan's body, her hands twitching and trembling, and her mouth spitting out a mouthful of blood.

When the two old women on the side saw such a scene, they suddenly weakened their legs and feet, knelt on the ground, and were so frightened that they couldn't even speak.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were cold, he looked over the corpse on the ground, went straight to Ye Yanran, squatted down, and hugged the woman on the ground with both arms.

Ye Yanran's pale cheeks, the corners of her mouth were oozing blood, her willow eyebrows were tightly twisted, and the great pain was clearly visible.

"Yan'er! Yan'er! The man cried out in a low voice.

Huang Fuchen's heart was crossed with a heartache, the coarse palm rubbed against Ye Yanran's face, and the deep eagle eyes kept flashing.

"Yan'er. Wake up? Wake up? Huang Fuchen rubbed the woman's face with his palm, a shudder, the feeling of his heart being emptied, stretched out his hand, and his fingers touched the woman's breath.

Erase the blood from the corners of the mouth, the undried tears...

Yan'er!! My Yan'er, how much pain did it hurt, and how long did you cry? My Yan'er!

"Yan'er? Wake up!! Huang Fuchen's tone hardened a little, shaking the woman in his arms.

Ye Yanran moved her brows slightly, slowly opened her eyes, her vision was blurred, and it gradually became clear.

Imprinted into the eye, it is the enlarged face, it is Huang Fuchen!

"Yan'er, how are you?" Huang Fuchen's eyes lit up excitedly, looking at Ye Yanran, who had woken up, and his sinking heart tightened.

Ye Yanran looked at Huang Fuchen's face, couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, hooked her lips and smiled coldly, and whispered weakly, "I... Dreaming? ”

"Not a dream! Yan'er! It's really handsome! Well? Where is the discomfort? Huang Fuchen hugged the woman's soft and boneless body, cautious, not daring to exert any more force, for fear that he would not be able to grasp it anymore.

The firelight reflected the woman's pale face, and the more Ye Yanran smiled, the more tears flowed, "Dreaming... and to see you ... Hehe~~! ”

"Yan'er!" Huang Fuchen was anxious, lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead, "It's not a dream, it's really not a dream!" Ben Shuai is late, you are suffering! ”

Ye Yanran was so painful that she was about to drown her breath, her eyes flashed slightly, she moved her lips, and stared at the man's eyes.

"Huang Fuchen...

Huang Fuchen was so anxious that he leaned close to his head, "Yan'er, what do you want to say?" ”

Ye Yanran spat out an almost faint voice, and bit the words hatefully, "Thank you... Your pampering!! ”

The man's heart was shattered at this moment, like a mirror being smashed to pieces, and the fragments were inserted into the heart piece by piece.

“。。。” Huangfu Chen was silent and couldn't say a word.

Ye Yanran slowly closed her eyes, she wanted to get a good night's sleep.

"Yan'er!!" Huang Fuchen called out anxiously, and hugged the woman on the ground with both arms.

There was a sound of chains, clanging bells.

Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows were deeply locked in the haze, and he looked down at the iron chain that was connected to the woman's wrist from the torture chair, his eyebrows were bulging, and the color of throbbing rage was violent.

"Unlock !!" A roar of rage.

The two old women kneeling on the side trembled with fright and didn't know what to do.

Huang Fuchen pulled out his gun, pointed it at the two old women, and yelled again, "Unlock the lock!" Hear me! ”

"Listen ... I heard it. ”

Time has passed for a while.

Huang Fuchen came out of the dungeon with the woman in his arms.

In the marshal's mansion, a group of servants carried lanterns, and the butler stepped forward, "Young marshal." ”

"Hurry up and get a doctor!! Immediately! Huang Fuchen roared angrily, holding Ye Yanran and hurried towards the east wing.

。。。。。

The next day, the morning light was slightly dewed, and on the bed, there was a pale woman.

The doctor had just left, injected the medicine and prescribed the most expensive western medicine.

Next to the bed, there is a man who has not slept deep in the night.

Huang Fuchen's palm tightly wrapped Ye Yanran's hand, his heart hung high, and under his sword eyebrows, under the pair of eagle eyes, there were a few blue eye bags.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Young marshal! The carriages are ready! The butler's voice fell outside.

Huang Fuchen reached out and picked up the woman on the bed, pulled the military-colored coat with one hand, draped it on the woman, and hugged her.

Huang Fuchen lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, his tight eyebrows and eyes fell in a deep voice, "Yan'er, Ben Shuai will take you away, only with you, Ben Shuai can feel at ease!" ”

Huang Fuchen hugged Ye Yanran out of the room.

Outside the door, Rose packed her luggage and baggage, stepped forward, and whispered, "Young marshal, Aunt Eight's clothes are all packed." ”

Huang Fuchen nodded, "Follow along and take care of your young lady." ”

Huang Fuchen carried Ye Yanran through one corridor after another, and went straight to the gate of the Shuai Mansion.

The large courtyard in front of the gate was full of servants, and two corpses rested on the ground, placed on stretchers, draped with white cloth.

Last night and night, the entire Shuai Mansion was panicked, and the news that the second aunt died overnight was well known.

In the crowd, Zhu Bilian's eyes fell coldly on the corpse on the ground, and her heart sank, she thought that if Chen Wanwan did that, the young marshal would divorce her, but she didn't expect to lose her life! Such a chill invaded Zhu Bilian's heart little by little.

Zhu Bilian clenched her hands tightly, it seems that some things still have to be discussed in the long run.

Huang Fuchen's military boots fell to the ground, and Ye Yanran walked from the other end of the corridor with Ye Yanran in his arms, followed by the butler and Rose.

"Young marshal!" A group of servants fell in unison.

Huang Fuchen stood in the front yard, his eyes swept over the servants with a cold gaze, and his voice was cold, "One by one, they are bold and reckless, and they make decisions without permission!" ”

"Young marshal!" All the servants knelt down.

Seeing this, Zhu Bilian hurriedly stepped forward and said in a worried voice, "Young marshal, how is this eighth sister?" Does it matter? ”

Huang Fuchen's gaze shot coldly at Zhu Bilian.

Zhu Bilian shuddered, hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and explained, "Young marshal, I have been infected with the wind and cold these days, and I have been staying in the house, I don't know that this Wanwan would do such a vicious thing, it is really hateful!" ”

Huang Fuchen retracted his gaze and said nothing, his face was blue.

When Zhu Bilian saw it, she hurriedly retreated, her heart pounding.

At this time, the housekeeper walked up, "Young marshal, how should the corpse of this second aunt be placed?" Is it shipped back to Zhaoyang? Or buried in Qizhou! ”

Huang Fuchen fell coldly, "Ship it back to Zhaoyang and send it back to the Chen family!" Let's just say that Chen Wanwan is jealous, and Ben Shuai has already divorced her! She killed herself! It has nothing to do with the Huangfu family! ”

"Yes!" The butler nodded.

Huang Fuchen hugged the sleeping Ye Yanran and walked towards the door, got into the carriage in front, and the carriage behind followed the two servants and Rose.

The two carriages rushed quickly towards the Five Tigers.

-End of Chapter-