A full moon hung on the branches, the shadows on the ground were long, and it seemed that a young and handsome boy was holding his sweetheart's cheek and telling love words under the moon.

In fact, as long as Chen Shizi moved his fingers, Fang Fei would be killed on the spot.

"Fang Fei, do you remember?"

The people under him were silent for a long time, and Chen Shizi reminded her in time, firmly choked her throat with his right hand, and took a step closer to her again.

After practicing martial arts for many years, Chen Shizi's hands are much stronger than ordinary men, Fang Fei was almost suffocated by him, and struggled in vain a few times, but he choked his throat tighter, and the thin cocoon on the tiger's mouth almost pierced into the flesh.

The big hand didn't move like an iron pincer, Fang Fei couldn't break free from him, so he had to say in a dumb voice: "I was only ten years old back then, and I don't remember many things. ”

"Don't remember?" Chen Shizi's eyebrows furrowed, his smile became hideous, and he approached Fang Fei step by step, "You don't remember, but I haven't forgotten it all the time, people who know me well know that I 'will repay you', where do you think you can escape?" ”

'Ghost-faced Shura, eyes will be repaid', this is Chen Shizi of the Guogong Mansion.

At first, because the wind and sand in Mobei were too big, Chen Yu wore a tusked beast mask to prevent wind and sand when he went into battle to kill the enemy, because his methods against the enemy were outrageously cruel, and the nickname of Ghost Face Shura spread in the local area, from Mobei all the way to the capital.

At the reception banquet on the day of the triumphant return to Beijing, a family member mentioned the old things and wanted to humiliate him, but he pierced his throat with a sword, and blood was splashed on the spot, and since then, no one dares to mention the events of that year.

But even if others don't mention it anymore, he himself can't let go.

After thinking about it, I thought that if I didn't find out the culprit Fang Fei, this thorn firmly rooted in my heart would probably not be able to be eliminated for the rest of my life.

But the Fang family has long been ruined, the whereabouts of the Fang family and their daughter are unknown, in this era of closed news, trying to find two people from the vast sea of people is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

After sending countless subordinates to search for no avail, he actually met Fang Fei here, and he really stepped on the iron shoes and found nowhere to go, so it took no effort to get there.

Compared with the child seven years ago, Fang Fei's silhouette has not changed much, but it has just grown.

After ten years, he knew at a glance that the girl in front of him was Fang Fei back then.

Chen Shizi, who was immersed in the past, chuckled, raised his other hand, and the palm of his hand slowly covered the pale cheeks of Shangfei due to lack of oxygen, rubbing it carefully, and in the deep eyes, there was a flame slowly rising.

Fang Fei was like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board, clearly feeling that there was less and less air in his chest, and that life was being lost.

She died once, and cherished this opportunity to start over, but no matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't save herself, her brain was blank due to lack of oxygen, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a black curtain, and she couldn't see the handsome face that was close at hand, and she was about to fall into boundless darkness.

At this moment, a cluster of fire light fell into the boundless darkness under her eyes, and the iron fist that was holding her throat finally let go.

Fang Fei fell into the clouds, the whole person was paralyzed, and fell into a pair of powerful arms, and the sonorous and powerful voice of the ancestor came from his ears.

"The son of the world forgives the sins, the bride does not know the rules, and collided with the son, the old body is here to accompany him, if he doesn't work for the son, the old body will be severely punished and give the son of the world an explanation."

The two of them behaved too closely, and if it spread, there would definitely be a lot of right and wrong in front of the Zhao family.

The old ancestor Daoming Fang Fei was the bride of the Zhao family, and he also wanted to remind Chen Shizi that this move was not in accordance with the rules, even if Fang Fei collided with him, it should be dealt with by the Zhao family.

"The bride?" Chen Shizi's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he was puzzled, thought for a while, and then smiled inexplicably, and suddenly said: "She, is Mrs. Zhao's newly married house-filling lady?" ”

"Exactly." The old ancestor responded, "It's getting late, the inner house is full of old and weak women and children, and it is inconvenient for the prince to stay here, so it is better to invite the prince to the front hall for tea." ”

After that, without waiting for Chen Shizi to express his position, he directly ordered: "Jin Ling, lead the way for the prince to hold the lamp." ”

Hearing the previous answer, Chen Shizi was very satisfied, and suddenly had a hearty sense of immediacy, and he didn't bother to bother to care about the words of the customers later.

Jin Ling bowed his forehead, squatted forward with a lantern and saluted, and said respectfully: "Shizi, please come here." ”

Chen Shizi nodded, leaned sideways, and acquiesced to Jin Ling leading the way.

Although it was unintentional to break into the backyard of the Zhao family this time, it was really overstepping.

Since she already knew that Fang Fei was in the Zhao family, she didn't think she would be able to escape anywhere, and in the future, there would always be time to settle this old account with her.

Jin Ling led the way, Chen Shizi turned around and wanted to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fang Fei's shroud that only the dead would wear, and suddenly stopped turning around and sneered: "Why is the new lady wearing a shroud?" Could it be that the couple is deeply in love, unwilling to live alone, and planning to die for their deceased husband? ”

He has been looking for Fang Fei for so long, if she dies lightly, then this thorn in his heart will never be able to be removed?

Hearing this, Fang Fei's heart knotted, and he closed his eyes and leaned on Zhou's mother's shoulder and secretly gritted his teeth.

Why did this plague god come here?

Why couldn't I see him in my previous life, I didn't come sooner or later, but it came at the critical moment when she lived again, which disrupted her plan to leave the Zhao family, could it be that she was reborn to pay off her debts?

For a while, the heart that the ancestor had just put down hung again, secretly thinking that if Fang Fei continued to live in this world, the Zhao family's granddaughter-in-law's marriage would be revealed sooner or later, which was a big crime of incest.

If Chen Shizi holds on, the Zhao family will definitely be in trouble, now you might as well follow his words, and when Fang Fei enters the coffin, there will be no proof of death.

After thinking for a while, the ancestor made up his mind in his heart, and said: "Jun is a rock, and a concubine is a reed."

When Fang Fei heard this, he was horrified in his heart, knowing that the old ancestor was going to use his life to cover the shame of the Zhao family!

Immediately opened his eyes, broke free from Zhou's mother's arms, and faced Chen Shizi's cold eyes at him, and said: "Shizi said that he laughed, the ants are still stealing life, and Fang Fei will seek death." ”

Reflecting the surrounding firelight, Fang Fei's black eyes were as bright as stars, and his belief was firm and he did not flinch.

She wants everyone to know that she will not seek her own death.

Even if he died, he must have been murdered.

"That's great, but don't disappoint me." Chen Shizi looked at her deeply, turned around with his hands in his hands, and left in a hurry.

The castration startled the cold wind among the flowers, and a yellow moon was hanging on the branches.

The night is getting thicker, the cool breeze is blowing, the old ancestor's face is solemn, a wisp of silver silk slides down the sideburns, and the cold moon is particularly desolate against the background.

She is an old woman over 90 years old, widowed in her youth, and lost her son in her old age, but she can't even cry bitterly, and the whole family still has to rely on her to preside over the overall situation, and she doesn't dare to slack off.

If she falls, how will the Zhao family continue?

The men of the Zhao family are only responsible for studying poetry and books, and it has always been a woman's business to be in charge of housework.

None of the daughters-in-law have a long life, and the granddaughter-in-law is too cowardly to read, but the tough one is illiterate, or it is the style of a small family, how to be everyone.

Now that I finally found a satisfactory great-granddaughter-in-law, but this situation has become a situation, and it may cause a big disaster, how can it not make people feel cold?