It was night, and the sky poured down like ink, and the wind carried broken snow into the hall, blowing through the grille of carved plum blossoms, and startling the candles in the house to tremble.

Shen Anyan leaned on the bed, looking at the snowflakes that drove straight in or on the gauze curtains, or fell into the charcoal basin, casting a large shadow and disappearing in an instant, just like her face, a glimpse of the shadow, and then disappeared.

Still, she's beautiful.

When she was younger, she was tender and ruddy, and her face now is a little more white because of the time that has been tempered, but this makes her facial features more beautiful, and she also has more of the beauty of the weak clothes that she has never had before.

"It's really unlucky."

Wan Mengfan, who was dressed in a snow-satin skirt, walked in happily with a flower silk wrapped with gold threads, and what could not be hidden on her slightly mean facial features was the slightest dislike.

Shen Anyan didn't raise his eyes, and his expression was as cold as a piece of wood.

Seeing that she didn't react, Wan Mengfan only felt that his fist hit the cotton and was even more angry, and couldn't help but gently put the hand of the orchid finger under his nose, and sneered: "Is it possible that you are dying like this because you want to win the mercy of the master?" I advise you to die as soon as possible, the lord is on a business trip and will not be at the house for a long time. ”

At the end of the words, there was a knock on the door from the grille, "Aunt Wan, the people in this courtyard have been taken away by the small ones, and for a while, those dogs will not come back, you can rest assured." ”

Wan Mengfan's gloomy face was slightly gloomy, and he told him through the door: "Good job, but you have to be careful, you must not reveal the slightest rumor about this matter, why don't you be careful of your dog's life!" ”

"Yes, yes, the little one listens to my aunt's words, and I promise that not a word will be leaked."

Seeing that his subordinates knew the current affairs so well, Wan Mengfan was quite satisfied, so he stepped back, and waited for the door latch to fall before stepping down to see Shen Anyan lying on the Qilin Xiangyun mahogany bed.

The hanging silk veil covered her white jade-like face, and it shone like a luster in a trance, like the delicate begonia, enchanting and colorful.

It was this kind of appearance that fascinated the old man and snubbed him together.

Thinking of this, Wan Mengfan's eyes were cold, and he picked out a sharp gold scissor from the makeup, "I won't beat around the bush and say something about the side, I just want to give you a happy way to come here today, you are also a hen who can't lay eggs now, and it will be in vain to live again, so it is better to ascend to Bliss as soon as possible." ”

These words finally made Shen Anyan's eyes move, and it can be seen that she blinked slightly, and said hoarsely: "What about my child?" ”

The voice was as weak as a fly, and there were faint signs of loss of qi and blood.

This is because she had a miscarriage at the end of the year.

Because her husband Lin Huaisheng wanted to exonerate a minister who committed a crime next to him, but was interrupted by King Jing, she became a lobbyist.

King Jing has treated her affectionately since she was a child, and Shen Anyan is unwilling to embarrass him.

Besides, Lin Huaisheng had just killed Bian Nanniang, who had watched her grow up since she was a child, and when she was resentful of him in her heart, she naturally refused the request.

What Lin Huaisheng hates the most is that others go against his will, and he has been blocked in his career, so he sprinkled all his anger on Shen Anyan, which made Shen Anyan have a miscarriage early when he was only seven months old.

After tossing for most of the day, the child still died.

Shen Anyan also lost her body because of this, and she was no longer pregnant.

Although Lin Huaisheng felt guilty, for the sake of face, he only asked Wan Mengfan to take care of his wife, so he left the unconscious Shen Anyan and hurried away on official business.

Wan Mengfan got Lin Huaisheng's order, and he had an opportunity to take advantage of it.

After Lin Huaisheng had been gone for a long time, Wan Mengfan calmly ordered his henchmen to take away the people in Shen Anyan's courtyard, and then closed the door, waiting to create the illusion that Shen Anyan committed suicide with hatred.

Wan Mengfan looked at the tears flowing on Shen Anyan's face, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "That Laoshizi, I threw it back to the mountain to feed the wolf." ”

The heart seemed to be deeply pierced by a sharp blade, and Shen Anyan's flower-like fragile face flashed with astonishing hatred, "Hey wolf? He's my child, how can you feed him to the wolves? ”

Wan Mengfan wrapped his fingers around his hair disappreciatively, "If you throw it away, you throw it away, what can you do with me?" ”

Shen Anyan clenched her fists irrepressibly, her whole body trembled violently in the quilt, and she wondered why she had identified a man like Lin Huaisheng?

Suspicious and short-tempered by nature, she often beats and scolds, but she has always hoped that he will be able to return to reflect one day, but such an infatuated dream was shattered in an instant with Bian Niang's death.

All that remained was a dislike for him, and if it weren't for the support of this child, I am afraid that she would have died long ago.

But now.......

She hates!

Hateful!

Wan Mengfan saw that her face was sad, and her heart was happy, so she added a handful of oil and said: "Okay, seeing that you are going to die, I pity you for dying, so that I walked up to Lord Yama and heard the truth and lost my manners, so I told you a secret." ”

Saying that, Wan Mengfan approached Shen Anyan, grabbed her hair, and said face to face: "Marquis Shen, that is, your father, is not a barbarian. ”

She spoke softly and threw Shen Anyan back on the bed like garbage.

Shen Anyan pounced frantically, "What did you say?" Who harmed my father? Who is it? ”

Wan Mengfan was pushed back a few steps by her, as if she didn't expect that a person who was exhausted to this point would be able to burst out with such an amazing momentum, but this can also prove that his goal has been achieved.

Wan Mengfan hid the horror in his eyes, only smiled and trembled, and looked down at her, "I want to know who it is, you go to the Netherworld to ask the Dizang Bodhisattva, maybe he will pity you and sue you!" ”

"Why?" Shen Anyan burst into tears, looking at her with scarlet eyes, "I have never harmed you, let alone squeezed you, everything is with you, why do you hate me like this!" ”

"Why do I hate you?"

Wan Mengfan's vicious gaze swept Shen Anyan's body, and finally fixed his eyes on Shen Anyan's water-cut autumn eyes, and said: "It's really a charming body, a charming face, even the lord who lingers all day long has become your minister under your skirt, in the past, when you were in the future, the lord could occasionally think of me when he was tired and made love to me, but since you came, how could the lord have seen me?" Ever thought of me? You ask me why I hate you, and why do you say so? ”

That's all?

Shen Anyan seemed to hear a big funny, and laughed lowly, and the bitter smile was faintly interesting and spread to the corners of his mouth, "In this case, let's go on the road together, and accompany my son whose bones are not cold." ”

Before Wan Mengfan could react, he saw Shen Anyan raise his absolute face and suddenly get up, a cold light flashing on his neck.

Splatters of blood spilled all over the room.

Wan Mengfan's eyes widened, covering his neck, looking at Shen Anyan in disbelief, just for a moment, qi and blood surged up, and he couldn't stop vomiting blood.

She wanted to catch Shen Anyan, but the pain made her finally soft on the ground, like a fish lacking water, panting on the ground.

Shen Anyan looked at everything coldly, the green silk like silk spread out like a fan, she walked barefoot, and was grabbed by Wan Mengfan.

Therefore, the jade-like ankles were stained with dazzling blood, and as Wan Mengfan's hands climbed, the blood gradually bloomed on Shen Anyan's skirt like plum blossoms, which was thrilling and bewitching.

When King Jing Shen Qiyuan came in, he saw such a scene, and he only felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

"An Yan ......."

The voice was soft, as if it was afraid that something would break.

Shen Anyan turned around when she heard the voice, and when she saw the handsome Shen Qiyuan, her tears were like beads with broken threads, falling into the blood-stained robe, and she disappeared for a moment.

"Uncle."

Shen Qiyuan has been in Rong since he was a child, and he has long been accustomed to seeing swords and swords, and corpses are everywhere, but just such a small amount of blood made him almost unable to stabilize his body, "An Yan, it's okay, I'm here, they don't dare to hurt you, you put down the scissors." ”

If it had been before, she would have listened to him.

But her only thought was gone, and her soul followed, so naturally there was no possibility of staying in the world.

Besides, if she kills someone, according to her uncle's selfishness towards her, he will definitely disobey the superior in order to be perfect for her.

She didn't want him to be embarrassed by his personal affairs and the law.

I don't want to hear others say that he is not at all.

So, Shen Anyan shook his head, tears rolled out of his sad eyes, and in the next moment, he resolutely grabbed the scissors and stabbed himself.

"No!"

Shen Qiyuan's trembling and frightened voice pierced the night sky, startling the birds perched on the treetops.

Shen Anyan only felt that another pair of big hands dragged her broken body, and she looked at the owner of those hands, and saw Shen Qiyuan, who had always been steady and self-controlled, full of panic.

Suddenly bursting into tears, she opened her mouth, blood gushing out of her throat and choking her with a mouthful.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll take you to the doctor."

Shen Qiyuan said while helping her stop the bleeding, but the scissors stabbed straight into the heart, and there was no possibility of returning.

Shen Anyan gently pulled the placket of his shirt and said the last sentence with difficulty, "Father is not a careful worker....... Original.... Original ......"

After being powerless, Shen Anyan put his face on Shen Qiyuan's chest, listening to the calm and powerful heartbeat, the past before his death was like a horse watching the light, gradually turning over, and finally disappeared with his closed eyes.