Huang Fuchen's heart tightened, lifted the woman with one arm, and shouted angrily, "Don't cry!" It's not my Emperor Fuchen who died! What to cry about! I've been crying for a day! ”

"I killed Azhuo. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ。 It was my fault... Ye Yanran choked up and muttered, her eyes fell on a bronze mirror in front of her, full of tears, and she had already lost her senses.

"What does it have to do with you, Jin Xue is widowed, don't take those angry words to heart!" Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice, reached out to touch the woman's face, and gently wiped the tears that were stained.

"Don't touch it!" Ye Yanran stretched out her hand and pushed Huang Fuchen away, looking at the man's eyes fiercely, "Huang Fuchen, Ah Zhuo is your younger brother, he is dead, don't you blame yourself at all, don't you feel sad at all?" ”

Huang Fuchen dropped his palm, behind his back, and his voice was cold, "When a person dies, how can he blame himself?" There must be something strange in this! Ben Shuai will naturally go to investigate! As for what you said about being sad, this handsome man is a big man, isn't it possible to cry like you girls? ”

"Hehe~~!" Ye Yanran hooked her lips and sneered, staring at the man's eyes, those eyes that seemed so calm and indifferent, sneered, "Huang Fuchen, I just found out today, you are very good at pretending, pretending to be true, hiding from the world, right?" ”

When Huang Fuchen heard this, he was suddenly angry, and his sword eyebrows were raised, "What is wrong with you?" What do you want to say? ”

Ye Yanran stared at Huang Fuchen's eyes, approaching little by little, the candlelight covered her pale face, and inexplicably gave birth to a ghostly coldness.

The woman's voice was heartfelt, "Huang Fuchen!" How dare you swear to heaven that Azhuo's death has nothing to do with you? Do you dare to say that you don't have harmful intentions hidden in your heart? ”

"Ye Yanran!!" Huang Fuchen was furious, a pair of dark brown pupils suddenly dilated, and both grasped the woman's shoulders, "Do you suspect Ben Shuai?" Suspect I killed Azhuo? ”

A wry smile spread on the corner of Ye Yanran's lips, her eyes were ethereal, and she turned her head, "You know it yourself!" ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes contracted fiercely, his arm suddenly slipped down the woman's waist, and he fell coldly, "Go back to bed and rest!" ”

Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, this instantaneous change, Ye Yanran reacted, and pushed the man's body away vigorously, "You let go!" Let go! I'll go myself! ”

"Under-Femdom!" Huang Fuchen snorted coldly, picked up the woman on the ground with a pair of strong arms, carried it, and strode towards the bed.

"Huang Fuchen! You put me down! Ye Yanran waved her limbs.

With a heavy throw, the man slammed the woman on the bed, and a pair of strong arms suddenly propped up on the woman's sides, and his cold gaze was approaching.

"Ye Yanran, see clearly, your husband is my Huangfu Chen, I'm not dead yet! Don't look like you're going to die, the walking dead! ”

The man's palm covered the button on the woman's placket, and he was about to tear it, "Take it off!" Rest! ”

"Don't touch me!!" Ye Yanran shouted in horror, "Don't touch me with your blood-stained dirty hands!" I don't care about you! ”

There was a flame hidden in Huang Fuchen's heart, his frosty face was tense, and his palms were clenched.

"Stained with blood? Dirty? The man bit the words.

"Hiss~~!" There was a sound of clothes tearing, and the placket was opened, revealing the embroidered bundle of murderous clothes.

"Dirty you, then we're a couple!" Huang Fuchen fell mockingly, with too much forbearance and depression in his eyes.

"Don't!! I don't care about you!! Ye Yanran thrashed her limbs, thinking of her obedience a few days ago, she was particularly annoyed.

"Hmm~~~" The man's lips pressed down, blocking the woman's lips.

Ye Yanran's head shook from side to side to resist, and Huang Fuchen followed closely from left to right, holding the woman's lips tightly.

The fiery tongue drives straight in...

"Hiss~~!" Huang Fuchen gasped, and a mouthful of blood spread in his mouth...

Ye Yanran bit the man's lip and fiercely embedded the white teeth into the man's lip flap.

Huang Fuchen raised his head suddenly, let go of his lips, his lips were stained with bright red blood, and he looked at each other angrily.

A long look at each other ...

"Bad luck!" Huang Fuchen cursed angrily, withdrew his arms, and stood up on his own.

Huang Fuchen's eagle eyes were as cold as frost, emitting a light of broken silver, and he was condescendingly sweeping past a messy woman.

That's a kind of humble and insignificant look.

"Heh~~!" The man snorted in a low voice, "I really think I am a noble Zhenjie martyr!" No matter how delicious this dish is, it will get tired after a long time! ”

Drop this sentence.

The man turned away, and the footsteps faded away.

"Bang~~!" The sound of the door slamming down, and everything was calm.

Ye Yanran's eyes fell coldly on the top of her head, covered with a layer of mist, and gradually blurred her vision.

"Azhuo. Azhuo... It's my fault that hurt you. ”

。。。。。。。

In the mourning hall, the evening breeze blows the white silk, which is particularly bleak.

The sound of military boots fell, and Huang Fuchen walked into the mourning hall.

Approaching the coffin, he looked at the two servants of the night watch on the side, and beckoned, "Come here!" ”

The two servants hurriedly stepped forward, "Young marshal! ”

"Open!" Huang Fuchen stretched out his hand and pointed to the coffin.

The two servants were stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and began to push the lid of the coffin.

The heavy and sturdy coffin lid was pushed open...

A charred corpse appeared in Huang Fuchen's eyes.

Although it was already spring, it was the season when the ice and snow had just melted, and the weather was still cold, so the corpses were not too decomposed.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were cold, and he swept the corpse up and down, all of which were unrecognizable, the black charcoal was scorched, and the entire limb was stiffly fixed.

Huang Fuchen's sword frowned slightly, and he looked at the servant beside him, "Who said that this must be Young Master Zhuo's corpse?" Are there any characteristics of shipping back? ”

When the servant heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward, "Young marshal, when this corpse was transported back, he was holding a silver necklace in his hand, and the necklace was still a jade Bodhisattva pendant, engraved with the word Zhuo, the old lady and they all recognized it as Zhuo Shao's necklace, and everyone said that this corpse was the same length as Young Master Zhuo, and the most important thing is that you look at the hands, they are tied, obviously tied by bandits." ”

When Huang Fuchen heard this, his eyes sank, and he thought for a moment, "Close it!" ”

With the sound of the coffin lid slowly closing, Huang Fuchen left the mourning hall behind his back.

。。。。。

Three days passed quickly.

After the first seven days, the day of the funeral came.

The funeral procession was mighty, and the sound of suona and mourning reverberated on the streets of Zhaoyang.

The sound of hissing and gut-splitting cries filled the street.

The old lady, the Overseer, and the Overseer's wife all stayed in the Overseer's Mansion to avoid the taboo of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

Jin Xueli held the photo in her arms, dressed in a white mourning dress, her eyes were red from crying, and Xia Yun and Jin Yuqiu stood beside her, supporting each other, this brother and sister-in-law accompanied her brother and sister to send her brother to the funeral, which is a custom in Zhaoyang.

Jin Xue was not pleasing to the eye when she looked at Ye Yanran, so naturally Ye Yanran couldn't bear it, and she also followed behind in mourning clothes.

There was a coffin behind him, and the long funeral procession was long and solemn.

Finally, Huang Fuchen was dressed in a military uniform, took off his military hat, and his head was also surrounded by a white mourning cloth, and a pair of cold eagle eyes kept looking around.

The funeral procession marched to the city gate, and several rickshaws were suddenly crowded there, and several rickshaw masters raised their heads with fierce eyes.

"Stand back!!" Huang Fuchen snorted.

"Bang~~!" With a loud bang, the city gate exploded explosives in an instant, and stone chips flew in dust.

"Ahh ~" A woman's screams erupted in the crowd, and the funeral procession fled in all directions.

People turned on their backs, and the scene was chaotic for a while!

The coffin slipped off the carriage, and the whole coffin spun around and fell heavily to the ground.

"Squeak~~!" The sound of the coffin lid sliding and sliding from above.

The charred corpse fell out of the coffin.

"Ah~~!" There was another burst of screams.

Ye Yanran's eyes widened, looking at the blackened corpse in shock, her whole head buzzing.

Azhuo... Azhuo... How can this be ...

The unrecognizable charred corpse struck Ye Yanran's heart hard.

The pair of phoenix eyes flashed with tears, froze, and the people fleeing by her side kept running in front of her eyes.

"Bang~~Bang~~!" There was another explosion.

"Be careful!!" Huang Fuchen shouted angrily, and his whole body pounced on Ye Yanran, pressing her to the ground, and the shattered dirt debris around her rolled on the man's back.

Not far away, the woman who was huddled in a ball, Jin Yuqiu hugged Jin Xueli tightly, and Xia Yun on the side was so frightened that she was lying on the ground trembling.

Jin Xueli looked at the charred corpse and kept crying.

Jin Yuqiu looked at Huang Fuchen with a lonely and sad gaze, hugged Ye Yanran tightly, and her heart was shattered heavily.

At such a critical moment, hehe~~, he really protects Ye Yanran the most.

The corners of Jin Yuqiu's lips flashed with a bitter smile, and the feeling of his heart being torn to pieces felt like his heart was torn to pieces.

In the middle of the street, the crowd fled in all directions, and the stalls and vendors on the side of the street were lifted out of their stalls, scattered.

"Yan'er, are you alright?" Huang Fuchen pressed the waist of the woman's body and slowly got up, held the woman's face with both palms, and looked left and right.

Ye Yanran's eyes were pale, and her whole mind was still the charred corpse, how painful it should be! How much it hurts!

"Yan'er, hurry! Hide in the store! It's dangerous here! Huang Fuchen hurriedly picked up Ye Yanran on the ground and was about to rush to the store behind him.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves fell.

A group of black-clad masked men galloped over on horseback.

Huang Fuchen and Ye Yanran both looked at it.

The group of black-clad masked men carried the charred corpses on the ground and wrapped them in cloth, as if to take them away.

"Zhuo!!" Seeing this, Ye Yanran hurriedly screamed anxiously.

"Zhuo!!" Jin Xueli at that end suddenly broke free of Jin Yuqiu and rushed out.

Huang Fuchen grabbed Ye Yanran and quickly raised the muzzle of the gun.

"Bang~~Bang~~!" A fierce burst of gunfire fell.

。。。。

Moments later, the streets were filled with smoke.

The sound of horses' hooves was far away, and the charred corpse was taken away by the group of black-clothed masked men.

There was still a panic on the streets.

Ye Yanran turned around, suddenly held Huang Fuchen's arm tightly, and said anxiously, "Huang Fuchen, Ah Zhuo's body was snatched away by them!" Go grab it back! This funeral can't be buried smoothly, it's unlucky, and it will become a lonely ghost!! Go grab it back!! ”

Huang Fuchen's face was grim, staring at the disappearing backs of the group of black-clothed men on horseback, and suddenly moved forward, led a horse, turned over on the horse, and quickly chased out of the city gate.

Adjutant Chen had already turned over and got on his horse and followed.

。。。。。。

At night, the Overseer's Mansion is brightly lit.

Inside the study.

"Ahem~~!" The Overseer coughed, dropping his pipe, "What's going on?" Who snatched Adjo's body? ”

Huang Fuchen's face was cold, and his sword eyebrows were deep, "I chased out of the city gate, and they all had someone to answer, as if it was premeditated, and disappeared without a trace with the corpse." ”

Huang Fuchen's gaze fell back to the Overseer's face, "Dad, it's still unclear who did it?" ”

The Overseer thought for a moment, "It shouldn't be from the Jin family, so it shouldn't be from the Xiao family, right?" ”

"It shouldn't be them!" Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice, "What is the use of the corpse of the three young emperors of Huang Fu, what is the use of them snatching it, everyone is dead!" You can't be a hostage! ”

"yes!" The Overseer sighed, "Fathers can't figure this out, what are they doing robbing corpses?" ”

Huang Fuchen sank his eyes, "I will send someone to investigate this matter in detail, although those people are uniformly dressed, they still leave clues, and the explosives used here can be checked!" ”

"Okay! You go and deal with it, and you must find out the whereabouts of Azhuo's body! Buried with peace of mind! The Overseer finally let out a sigh, took a puff on his pipe, and coughed violently, "Ahem, cough~~"

Huang Fuchen on the side glanced at it, he knew very well that his father's health was deteriorating, so the position of overseer was useless.

。。。。。。

The moonlight was as pale as water, and there was a chilling chill all around.

In the wing room, Ye Yanran sat in front of the bronze mirror, tears filling her eyes.

"Azhuo. Why did God treat you like this, why did you die so miserably... Ye Yanran choked up and couldn't cry, and kept whimpering.

The sound of the door being pushed open, and the sound of the man's footsteps approaching step by step.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were calm, he strode forward, and pulled the woman in front of the bronze mirror, "What are you crying about!" Can't cry enough? ”

Ye Yanran's phoenix eyes stared at the man's eyes in a daze, and her voice was sad and desperate, "Did you catch it?" What about Zhuo? He's your own brother! ”

"Killed!!" Huang Fuchen's cold voice fell, a cloud of anger in his chest, and he pushed Ye Yanran away, "Ye Yanran, you are satisfied?" ”

"Hehe~~~!" Ye Yanran laughed bitterly, her body was pushed hard by the man, leaned on the edge of the dressing mirror, and pointed at Huang Fuchen, "You finally admit it!" Huang Fuchen! You've finally admitted it! You murderer!! ”

Huang Fuchen froze tightly behind his back, his eyes stared coldly at the woman who was almost lost in despair, and his heart was marked with blood, as if he was dripping blood, and he could smell the smell of blood between his noses.

"You murderer!!" Ye Yanran rushed forward suddenly, and the whole person rushed to the man, her hands raised, and a pair of small and slender hands pinched the neck that the man couldn't circle.

"I'll strangle you!! You're a murderous demon who doesn't blink! Ye Yanran burst into tears and cried out.

Huang Fuchen's face was tense, his neck was pinched by a woman, and his face was calm, but Mount Tai collapsed on the top and his face did not change his color.

"Enough trouble!!" Huang Fuchen shouted angrily, and with both arms, he tore the woman's hands off her neck.

The man's wide and thick palms clasped the woman's wrists, "Isn't it enough?" Can't get enough trouble? ”

Huang Fuchen picked up the woman on the ground in vain, threw it on her shoulder rudely, and walked towards the bed.

"You murderer, don't want to touch me!!" Ye Yanran kept waving her limbs.

Huang Fuchen threw the woman on the bed, pressed the woman's waist with one palm, and quickly peeled off the clothes on her body with one palm, and quickly ripped them off.

One by one, the clothes fell heavily to the ground, and the strong and hard chest and the tight and stiff arms lifted the woman on the bed.

The fingers pinched the woman's chin, and the voice was cold, "Don't touch it, do you?" My Emperor Fuchen is the sky! If you want it, you have to get it! You don't want to! I want it! ”

As the words fell, the man's palm rudely tore open the woman's clothes.

"You bastard!! You dirty hands, get out of here!! Ye Yanran was like an angry wild cat, constantly scratching the man's face, smearing the pink Danko's nails, and drawing blood marks on the man's cold face.