Thirty-nine years of Yongle

midsummer

Zheng Guogong Zhao Xianluo passed away

It was night, and the clouds were thick, and everyone in the house had fallen asleep. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Suddenly, I heard a lightning and thunder, and the scream resounded through the sky, like the last moment when a pig was slaughtered, terrifying and full of contrast.

Zhao Jinyan was dressed in white, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, his straight back did not tremble when he heard this voice, and he turned his body stiffly, looking at the night blankly.

The rain poured down without warning, and she walked to the front of the mourning hall, her hand slowly stretched out, and the cold rain dripped down, making her hand shrink.

"It's been seven days in a blink of an eye, and my grandfather will be buried tomorrow." Because he had not spoken for a long time, this speech was a little hoarse.

As soon as the words fell, a knife broke through the door and plunged straight into the ground, and then, a group of people who did not know their identity and status hurriedly entered the mansion, and their behavior was orderly, as if they were coming out of the army.

After the last person came out, he said murderously: "Kill!" ”

The rest of them knelt down and said, "Yes!" ”

Angry in her heart, Zhao Jinyan wanted to run out according to her instinctive reaction, she wanted to see who and what kind of courage she had to dare to kill her Zhao family?!

Unexpectedly, a hand held her tightly behind her back, "Madam, no." ”

It was an old woman's voice, which Zhao Jinyan had never heard in his impression, "Who are you?" ”

"Whoever is about to sink into the ground with half of his body, Madame doesn't have to know."

Just these two sentences, but in a blink of an eye, the world has been turned upside down, and in the fog, she cried bitterly.

The ones who fell to the ground one by one, the ones who were bleeding, the ones who were killed and those who were being killed, were not her Zhao family! The Zhao family who was prosperous in the past! The Zhao family who cares most about etiquette and behavior! But little by little in the pool of blood, he lost his breath.

"Ah......" Behind her is her grandfather, and in front of her is the family business that her grandfather has worked hard to build for most of his life, but it is lost little by little in front of his eyes!

And she, Zhao Jinyan, could only watch, no, she didn't allow it! I have never tasted the affection of my parents in my life, only my grandfather is the only one who treats her sincerely, how can he let his old man die blindly!

"You let go!" It doesn't matter what life it is, what death it is, in short, she can't watch the tragedy happen and do nothing! What if you want to spend your life all your life?

Under the strong momentum, the old woman fell to the ground, her head carved on the bluestone slab, and blood oozed down the cracks, but she laughed out loud, her smile was cruel and complicated, as if she had some wish.

"Seventh Brother ......" Zhao Jinyan's outstretched hand fell into the air, but the Seventh Brother in her mouth had gradually lost his breath, leaving only a pair of wide-eyed eyes.

"Don't!" Almost in a half-commanding tone, Zhao Jinyan approached step by step, stretched out his hand to his waist, pulled out the crescent moon flying knife, and looked at him in a daze.

"Ben will not be able to stay by your side all the time, so this knife will give you the worry of saving your life." Her husband said this seven days ago from his hospital bed.

"Who is it? Do you dare to do it? The voice of questioning was loud, and the contempt in his mouth was even more obvious, and he walked towards the man who had just given the order.

The black cloth had long been soaked in the rain, and the only thing he could see was the eyes, which exuded a grim glow in the dark night, and he made a "stop" gesture, and the air was silent for a moment, except for the smell of blood and dampness.

He made a note towards Zhao Jinyan, "Madam." ”

Zhao Jinyan's eyes widened, looking at Wang Bingchen, who was only one step away, in disbelief, the scimitar in his hand was shaken and clenched, and with a "hiss", the silk was cut and hit Wang Bingchen's neck, "Why you?" How could it be you? How can it be you? ”

"Just don't let Madame know about this." The man said coldly.

"What if I knew?"

"Shut down." The ink poured out, but it was rendered with a bit of artistic conception, only the murderous aura in his eyes.

Not having the slightest worry about his life, Wang Bingchen's eyes lit up, like a star, "The general said that all people in the Zhao Mansion will be killed." ”

"What about Mrs. Ben? What about the general's wife who has the blood of the people in the Zhao Mansion, is it death? Or die? She had now withdrawn her scimitar and held it in her hand.

Wang Bingchen's mouth opened and opened, and he stopped talking: "Madam is the Wen family, what does it have to do with the Zhao family?" What's more, you are still pregnant with the flesh and blood of a general. ”

Following the temptation, Zhao Jinyan suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, she touched her stomach along the way, "Flesh and bones? ”

Yes, not long ago she was pregnant with a child.

His eyes suddenly turned scarlet, "You have killed enough people, can you spare the rest of the people for the sake of Mrs. Ben's face?" ”

Wang Bingchen shook his head unexpectedly.

"No," she said, her tone was full of disappointment, but in the blink of an eye it became sharp, "so what? ”

The tip of the knife was aimed at her stomach, and the ruthlessness in her eyes didn't look like a fake, "If you let them go, you will be treated as if Mrs. Ben owes you." Zhao Jinyan really has no choice, all her chips are just herself, and the child who once existed.

Wang Bingchen's eyes lit up again, "The general said that if Mrs. fights with her life, he will abandon her." ”

"Gentle words!" Almost from between the teeth, the former husband and wife are now facing each other, "I, Zhao Jinyan, married you at the age of seventeen, but in just three years, I ended up like this?" ”

Ignoring Zhao Jin's own words, Wang Bingchen ordered: "In this mansion, except for Mrs., everyone has to die!" ”

He also said to Zhao Jin: "Madam, take a good look, the general's son was born to see blood." His gaze circled around her stomach.

Zhao Jinyan gave him a slap with his backhand, "You are presumptuous!" ”

Wang Bingchen was annoyed and angry, and controlled Zhao Jinyan with both hands, "The slave is just following the general's orders!" ”

At first, I couldn't struggle, but then I gradually relaxed, and I was useless, and I didn't use it, and I died......

Ru Yan still called "aunt" at the last moment, trying that she could save her, but who knew that she couldn't even save herself, and what she relied on was just a child who had long since ceased to exist.

People who have lived under the imperial power since childhood, she knows better than anyone what the three words "Wen Yuanliang" represent.

A general above 10,000 people under one person, holding two-thirds of the strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he is the god of war! It's even more god-killing! For today's Zhao Jinyan, Wen Yuanliang is the devil.

What kind of method should be used to deal with the devil, Zhao Jinyan thought, she should be more ruthless than him, and she has nothing left and right now.

Wang Bingchen saw that the general trend had been decided, so he let her go, and Zhao Jinyan fell to the ground in an instant

She continued to crawl forward, there was a moving finger there, she was not mistaken, this corpse-ridden Zhao Mansion was not the only one left after all.

In a whirlwind, she heard a weak voice: "Second sister......."

"Is it desolate?"

Zhao Jinyan asked in the dark

"Boom......" Blood splashed everywhere, Zhao Jinyan hugged the bloody and blurred Zhao barren body and kept retreating, all this in front of her really shocked her deeply, and the thirty-six people who had just committed the murder killed themselves one after another.

I recalled what Wang Bingchen had just said, "In this mansion, except for Mrs., everyone has to die!" ”

With a thought, he slowly let go of the hand holding Zhao Huangwu, and Wang Bingchen said, "Madam, let's go home with the slave." ”

"Going home?" She raised her eyebrows, "You're not dead yet, how can you go home?" ”

The flying knife came out, and it hit with one blow, this was taught to her by Wen Yuanliang himself, how could she let him down.

Zhao Huangwu exclaimed in surprise from behind, and immediately covered his mouth with his hand, in exchange for Zhao Jinyan's caressing, "Barren, don't be afraid." But there was a look of determination in his eyes.

No one could be safe and sound after killing the lives of one hundred and ten members of her Zhao family, including Wen Yuanliang!