Yu Wenxian went to the lower courtyard first, there was a pool of blood on the ground, which had solidified into a reddish-brown, and the thick smell of blood was disgusting, and he knew for the first time that a person could shed so much blood. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ruan Xi squatted next to the corpse of a maid, who was guarding with her today, seemed to be frightened, covered with blood, his eyes were not focused, he was trembling, and his mouth kept saying: "It's not that I want to kill people, they forced me, they forced me to ......"

Outside, there was an older maid, her head pressed very low, and her whole body trembled like a plug, and she was afraid that she was also frightened.

Yu Wenxian inquired, the maid stammered, unable to say a complete word, roughly said that Miss came in the morning, shouting that Ruan Xi was a vicious and vicious woman, ruthless, not only sent someone to spy on Miss, but also poisoned her food, Miss was angry, stepped forward and kicked Ruan Xi's calf, taking advantage of her bending down, a sword stabbed over, and then ordered someone to break Ruan Xi's tendons and tendons, and then returned to the room with relief.

Yu Wenxian stood with his hands in his hands, frowning, and he couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

She kept Ruan Xi, thinking that when Wanyao came back, she would deal with it personally, the grievances between the two should be more than that, otherwise Wanyao was so good to her, why did Ruan Xi do this to her? But the pigeon was anxious and avenged her. It's just such a young child, where did he get the guts? And so vicious? Until Ruan Xi's blood is drained, he is willing to give up?

The wind outside the house was cold, and I don't know where it blew, and then I turned around and came back, making a whimpering sound, and the hearts of those who listened were cold.

The pigeon sat by the stove with a smile on his face, wiping the blade of the knife over and over again, tirelessly.

At that moment, for some reason, Yu Wenxian actually had a creepy feeling, what did God deprive her of a four-year-old child? When I saw her for the first time, the crescent eyes smiled crookedly, hiding in Wanyao's arms and calling Uncle Wang sweetly, it seemed so happy and beautiful, but now?

Yu Wenxian's heart hurt so much that he was numb, and his nose was so sore that he couldn't touch it, and a tear came down from the corner of his eye. Yes, he is distressed, he feels sorry for such a young child, who should be a virgin and happy, but now he is wiping the murderous dagger and becoming a demon who kills without blinking, is the situation compelling?

Yu Wenxian took the dagger from the pigeon's hand and asked softly, "Where did the dagger come from?" ”

The pigeon smiled sweetly: "This is my mother's dagger, left for me to defend myself, my mother said that there are many ill-intentioned people in the world, and their faces are pleasant, but they are actually femme fatales." Mother said that no one will live in the sun all the time, so you must learn to be strong, and be good and be bullied by others......"

Yu Wenxian's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but have questions.

Before that, the pigeon had been living by Wan Yao's side, growing up like a little princess in a honey pot, how could Wan Yao teach her this? Also, how did this kid know that Ruan Xi was her enemy?

Yu Wenxian touched the pigeon's hair lovingly, and coaxed her: "Of course, the dagger can defend yourself, but after all, it is a sharp weapon, and it is easy to hurt yourself. ”

Unexpectedly, the pigeon nodded, happily agreed, and said with a smile: "Okay, but my uncle remembers to pay me back, which was left to me by my mother." ”

The starry eyes are bright, better than the stars in the sky, but the smile on his face is laughing, but he never reaches the bottom of his eyes.

Yu Wenxian sighed, turned around and walked out of the room.

He couldn't let the pigeon go on like this, he had to think of ways to make the pigeon happy again, there was not only one thing in her life, revenge, the days to come were long, she needed to know something, family, friendship, love..... Many, much more.

It's just that Yu Wenxian seems to be one step late, and his whole life is one step late, one step later.

The pigeons didn't give him much time either.

In the evening, the wind disappeared, the bright moon on the head was half covered by dark clouds, looming, floating on the moonlight, smiling and bending, a pair of pear blossom nests are cute, and went directly to the Mingyue Pavilion.

The pigeon ran out of bed barefoot and hugged Fusheng, who lifted her high and rewarded her with a string of rock sugar gourds.

"Are the acupuncture points and meridians still very accurate?" Fusheng complimented and couldn't help but kiss the pigeon on the cheek.

The pigeon licked the sugar gourd and nodded proudly, "Of course, I remember everything that Aunt Fusheng taught, I know where to kill people, and I can't die for a while, I am afraid and afraid ......"

The pigeon said, his bright eyes were immediately misty, he looked at Fusheng sideways, and asked with tears in his eyes: "Auntie, did you say that my brother and Aunt Li'er Moyi were also scared at that time?" Have they been waiting for us to save him? ”

As he spoke, tears fell, and the pigeon hurriedly reached out to wipe it, and laughed again, licked the sugar gourd, and said with a smile: "I will avenge them and let the culprit pay for his blood debt." ”

Fusheng couldn't bear it, and pressed against the pigeon's delicate little face, and asked softly: "Pigeon, were you afraid when you killed someone?" If you're afraid, stop, there's Aunt Fusheng, and the rest will be done by Auntie. ”

The pigeon hugged Fusheng's neck with his hand, and his voice choked: "Auntie, I'm afraid, I'm very afraid." But the thought of not being able to avenge them made me even more afraid. My mother said that only if I am strong enough, can I protect the most important person, when I think of this, I am not afraid, auntie, I will be strong, very strong and strong......"

Fusheng smiled, his bright eyes filled with mist. It's not that she's cruel, it's the facts that force her not to be ruthless, Wanyao won't be with the pigeon anymore, the rest of the way can only be walked by herself, too kind people always don't end well, just like Wanyao.

When Fusheng was leaving, Yu Wenxian stopped her and invited her to the study for tea.

The two of them were silent, looking at each other speechlessly, as if they had been brewing for a long time, before Yu Wenxian slowly asked, "Why?" Why? Without these hatreds, maybe the pigeon would be happier, isn't this Wanyao's wish? Fusheng, you are such a simple and kind person, why do you have to teach pigeons these cruel and vicious things? ”

Fusheng always smiled, bright and kind, like a snow lotus on the snow mountain, blooming ice and jade, she took a sip of tea and asked, "How can the prince know Mrs. Wan's wishes?" How can you be sure that Madame Wan doesn't want revenge? Besides, can the prince ensure that he always stays by the princess's side and does not let her be hurt in the slightest? Can the prince stay with the princess for the rest of his life? Obviously not, the princess still needs to rely on her own in the future, and it is better to give her a fish than to give her a fish. Is blindly protecting her the same as protecting her? The slave maid thought that the princess might prefer everything the slave maid taught her. Don't say that the slave is cruel, Mrs. Wan is always kind, even if she is hurt, she can laugh and live, what is the result? The slave maid has no right to choose her life for the princess, the slave maid just gives her one more path. ”

Yu Wenxian raised his eyes and looked directly at Fusheng, and saw that she looked calm and calm, but she was speechless.

At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, no one is born cruel and cruel, who does not want to live in the sun? Be a kind person who is admired and praised by everyone?

Fusheng didn't stay long, and he smiled lightly and went home.

Maybe the road ahead will be very difficult, but I am not afraid of floating life, and the most difficult is nothing more than this, what else can I do?

It's better to walk forward and walk away than to stand still...... (To be continued.) )