"I don't think it's your gibberish. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Ye Shengrui looked at An Youchen seriously, with a determined look as if An Youchen said that he was a man at the moment, and he would firmly believe it.

Because of An Youchen's appearance just now, Ye Shengrui reminded him of himself twenty years ago.

The deep despair and helplessness of witnessing his mother's tragic death in front of him.

So he was sure that An Youchen must have a past that he didn't know, and all this must have nothing to do with the An family or An Lun International.

As far as he knew, An Shaokang and his wife died from a gas leak in their home. At that time, An Youchen went to pick up Gu Jinyan, who had just finished participating in the summer camp, and was not at the scene.

So what's going on with An Youchen's father?

Ye Shengrui's eyes became deeper and deeper as he stared at An Youchen, this woman had too many secrets on her body, and she wanted him to find out.

An Youchen's body stiffened, his fan-like eyelashes fluttered, casting a fan-shaped silhouette on his face, and slightly hooked his lips, "Ye Shengrui." ”

Her voice was very soft, as if it had been thousands of years away, floating from a distant place, "Didn't you ask me yesterday where I got this kung fu?" ”

Ye Shengrui raised his eyebrows and looked at her quietly, but he heard An Youchen chuckle for a while, "Hehehe...... I said I am not from this world, do you believe me? ”

An Youchen suddenly raised her head, and looked at Ye Shengrui with a pair of watery eyes with a bit of sarcasm, the man who had made her feel at ease for a moment.

"I believe it!" Ye Shengrui looked back at her, and he was as firm as he had never been.

An Youchen was immediately stunned, and a surge of heat surged in his eyes, and he burst out of the embankment.

Has she finally found someone in this world who is willing to believe in herself?

Does it mean that on her way to seeking the truth, the road in this life will be easier than in the previous life?

The pain in his heart seemed to be torn apart, and An Youchen's face turned pale and trembled.

She opened her mouth and smiled, but her eyes were full of tears and looked at Ye Shengrui, her consciousness gradually drifted away, drifting away from the distant thousand years ago.

At that time, she was not called An Youchen.

She is the daughter of the general who protects the country, Yin Changhuan, which means a lifetime of eternal happiness.

It was the Chinese New Year's Eve celebrated by the whole country of Tanglin, and on the highest floor of the imperial capital, fireworks soared up and exploded in mid-air, brilliant and very lively.

As soon as she returned from studying art with her master, she entered the city gate when she saw the gorgeous fireworks overhead, and she couldn't help but be dazzled.

"Master, my father's letter mentioned that he had a meritorious role in repelling the Nanban this time, and the emperor wants to reward him today!" Chang Huan was dressed in a silver-white fur collar fox fur, and inside was a set of jujube red riding clothes, which set off his little face red.

Her master, Han Shu, known as the first ghost doctor in the Tanglin Kingdom, has a strange personality, commonly known as "Mr. Han who does not die and does not save him".

He was once taken captive and imprisoned in a barren land by the Southern Barbarians, but was rescued by Yin Changhuan's father.

Han Shu squinted at the fireworks in the sky, and his voice was cold, "Huan'er, the emperor's favor is too much, let's go back and take a look first!" ”

Yin Changhuan raised his innocent cheeks, and his jujube red riding costume looked particularly festive on the street on this Chinese New Year's Eve, "Master, my father has served the imperial court all his life, how can he be too late?" ”

Han Shu patted the top of Yin Changhuan's head lovingly, shook his head and sighed.

The new monarch ascended the throne, narrow-minded and jealous, but the Yin family stood in the camp of King Qi in the early years, and the new monarch was afraid that he had already regarded the Yin family as a thorn in the flesh, and General Yin was highly accomplished, and the situation was only not good.

It's just that Han Shu didn't say these words to Yin Changhuan, who was still less than twelve years old, and only hoped that the heavenly family would be merciful and not blame General Yin too much.

"Well, you just need to remember that a companion is like a tiger, not to mention that the new monarch is jealous."

Walking through the lively streets and alleys, Yin Changhuan followed Han Shu to study for two years and returned.

Seeing that the family was about to reunite on Chinese New Year's Eve, Yin Changhuan didn't mention how excited he was, and soon left Han Shu's exhortation behind.

The Tanglin Kingdom can be as rich as it is today, and half of the credit has to rely on the southern and northern wars of Yin Zhihuan, the general who protects the country, in exchange for Donglin for decades without being disturbed, and the country is rich and the people are safe.

The fireworks on Chinese New Year's Eve were set off for more than half an hour without stopping, but I didn't want to think that under these extremely festive fireworks, such a tragic scene was staged in the mansion of the Great Protector General, like purgatory on earth.

In front of the General's Mansion at the end of Chang'an Street, the lantern that was originally hung high has fallen to the ground, and even the cage basket is about to burn out.

The porter, dressed in new clothes, was lying at the wide open door, a foot-long knife on his back bubbling with blood.

And the entire general's mansion was filled with the sound of crying and pleading, and people kept escaping from the inner courtyard and falling down in the front yard.

The marble floor in front of the General's Mansion had been stained red with blood, and it had converged into a small river from the front yard to the gate, more than three feet away, and then solidified.

Yin Changhuan was stunned by the scene in front of him, and cried loudly for his father and mother, and was about to rush in, but was hugged by Han Shu and covered her mouth.

She was strangled by Han Shu's shoulders, her eyes widened, the corners of her eyes were stretched, and her mouth could only make a whining sound.

Hidden in the darkness of the street corner, Yin Changhuan could only stare at her blood-dripping eyes and watch her family members fall under the long sword of the Imperial Forest Army one by one.

Her heart is full of anger, resentment, incomprehension, and grief! At the same time, I am also praying, father, mother, little brother, you must not have anything, Changhuan went out to study for two years, and I look forward to a cup of hot tea and a reunion dinner with my father and mother today!

And the little brother, Chang Huan remembers that when he left with the master, the little brother was not yet full moon, and now he shouldn't know his sister, right? My sister brought you a rattle and a little straw man, but I haven't given them to you yet!

So, father, mother, little brother, you must, must not have anything!

God seemed to hear the cry in her heart, and finally saw a lady in her thirties through the open door, holding a two-year-old child in her arms, rushing out of the courtyard with a panicked face covered in blood.

It is Yin Changhuan's mother and brother, the brother who was still in infancy when she left home, the brother who hasn't even seen what her sister looks like!

But God's mercy was limited, and her mother had barely taken two steps before a long sword came out of her chest from behind.

The blood-dripping sword grazed his younger brother's cheek, and Yin Changan only saw a thin and small piece of flesh falling to the ground with blood, followed by the younger brother's terrible cry.

Yin Changan glared angrily, the nails pinched in the palms of his hands were broken, and the palms were bleeding without knowing it. The tearing pain in the corners of her eyes was not as painful as what she saw in front of her, and the place where her brother's left ear was was empty was empty, leaving only a blur of flesh and blood.

The sword not only killed her mother, but also cut off the ear of her two-year-old brother.

He's just a kid!

Yin Changan was angry and resentful, but he couldn't break free from Han Shu's control, and he couldn't make a sound in his mouth.

In the end, Yin Zhihuan rushed out of the backyard covered in blood, and when he saw his wife and children lying in a pool of blood, his eyes were full of grief and pain beyond words.

In addition to grief, Yin Zhihuan pointed his sword at the sky and screamed in pain.

His instantaneous old and grief-stricken voice echoed over the entire general's mansion, "The emperor is unfair, insults my glory, and harms my wife and children!" Tanglin will die! Tanglin will ......"

Before the last word could be spit out, hundreds of feather arrows shot at him at the same time like rain, and in an instant, Yin Zhihuan was already covered with arrows, and none of them were missed.

He staggered, the sword in his right hand fell and plunged into the ground, and on one knee he could only be supported by the long sword that kept his body from falling.

As if sensing the location of Yin Chang'an hidden in the darkness, Yin Zhihuan's bloody eyes showed a loving expression, looking in the direction where Yin Changhuan was, and his lips opened and closed.

Although Yin Zhihuan didn't make a sound, Yin Changhuan still understood, and he said, "Huan'er, get out of here!" ”