Wan Yang took off his torn coat, and the new and old wounds on his body overlapped, especially on the entire back, the large and small wounds were blurred with flesh and blood.

Opened a cabinet with ease, Wan Yang bent down and took out all kinds of bottles and cans inside, sat on the bed naked with his upper body, and poured back one bottle after another.

The reddened flesh and blood mixed with various colors of medicinal powder bloomed on Wan Yang's back, and as soon as Zhi Xuan came in, he saw such a miserable state of his master.

"Master, I'll come."

Wan Yang's hand holding the medicine bottle shook, and some black powder spilled on the bed.

"Next time you come in and knock on the door."

Zhi Xuan, who was walking forward, heard Wan Yang's sudden cold tone, shrunk his neck and retreated, knocking on the door again.

"Master, can I come in?"

Wan Yang withdrew his arm and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

"Master, I'll give you medicine in the future, you're inconvenient in the back."

"You've been talking a lot these days."

Zhe Xuan picked up the medicine bottle and sprinkled it on Wan Yang's wound little by little.

"Are you going to get married in a few days?"

Wan Yang's hand was on his knee, and the moonlight poured through the window on the wound on his back, making people's hearts tingle. Wan Yang, who was facing away from the window, had a cold and gloomy face.

"Getting married, I can't wait."

"We've sent the dowry."

"Today we are on a mission, does the old man know?"

Zhi Xuan pushed away the piled up medicinal powder with one hand, raised his head to look at the deserted outside, and shook his head: "We went out late today, and the old man shouldn't know."

"Okay, how is the Yan Lanxi and Yun Ying'er that you are staring at?"

"A while ago, they broke into Mufu, and none of our brothers and our past brothers came back, and it was the corpse that I went to collect later."

When Zhi Xuan said this, the three corpses he saw when the sky was slightly polished that day came to his mind, lying on the cold ground one on the left and one on the right, and there were still clumps of blood under his body.

Wan Yang seemed to have expected it, and he was not too surprised by the death of the three brothers.

"What happened to them after that?"

"In those few days, my master just asked me to follow Miss Murong, but I didn't see Yan Lanxi and the others come out again."

"Huh? Haven't ever come out of the inn? ”

"Nope."

This time it was Wan Yang's turn to be puzzled, he knew that the brother he sent was extraordinary, and it was impossible for Yan Lanxi and Yun Ying'er to retreat, then they would definitely be injured.

"No, someone must have been out of the house, there's no way they shouldn't get hurt."

Wan Yang stood up straight, and looked at Zhi Xuan, who was bowing his head and not speaking, with his eyes like torches.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Seeing Wan Yang get up, Zhi Xuan took several steps back, holding the medicine bottle that had just been medicine for Wan Yang in his palm, and his face was full of emptiness.

"Master, one day that Yun Ying'er returned to the inn with injuries......"

"Didn't you see her go out?"

Wan Yang's fist at his side clenched and clenched.

Zhi Xuan knelt down in front of Wan Yang with a plop: "Master, I was careless."

"Do you know that Yun Ying'er is the woman we chased out outside the Mu Mansion that day? She may well be one of the Cabinet Members! ”

"Break the mystery and know the mistake!"

One after another, he knocked his head on the ground, and Zhen Xuan supported his two hands on both sides of his body, and kept kowtowing to Wanyang.

Wan Yang closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his temples with cold fingers, the soreness on his arm did not completely dissipate, Wan Yang just raised his arm for a while and couldn't stand it.

"Alright, get up!"

With a gray face, a big bag bulged out on his forehead, he stubbornly pursed the corners of his mouth, and looked up at Wanyang with resolute eyes.

"Master, this time I didn't sleep and stared at that cloud cherry."

"It's late tonight, and tomorrow you will take a few people to watch it."

"Yes."

Zhe Xuan finally kowtowed vigorously, got up and put down the medicine bottle, and strode out of Wanyang's room.

Wan Yang didn't look at Zhexuan, but instead looked straight at the wall in front of him, and there was a painting hanging on the wall, on which was a woman with smiling eyebrows.

"Mother, are you okay over there?"

As he spoke, the tips of his fingers lightly touched the face of the woman on the painting, tracing the woman's face over and over again.

"Mother, I'm already avenging you, the people in the pavilion, I will kill a group of people every once in a while, and I will make them disappear from this world from now on."

Wan Yang cried as he spoke, tears slipped silently, and tears flowed down his face.

"But, mother, why haven't you come back to see me......"

"I hurt so much......"

"Yang'er, hide quickly, hurry up and ......"

It seemed that my mother's voice sounded in my head again, so panicked, so urgent. Wan Yang remembered the last time he saw his mother.

My mother took her out to play, and it was my fifth birthday......

Later, my mother saw a few people with unkind faces, and took her all the way away, hiding in an abandoned grass hut, and the servants who came with her went back to look for someone, but they never returned.

At that time, my mother was smiling, laughing and hiding the little Wanyang in the haystack, and led people away by herself. Wan Yang listened sincerely, and his mother mentioned the people in the pavilion.

At this point, Wan Yang only thinks about finding the people in the pavilion, as long as there is a little news about the people in the pavilion, he will definitely go to find them, and then kill them all!

Over the years, Wanyang has become a thorn in the eye of the people in the pavilion, a thorn in the flesh, because of Wanyang, the people in the pavilion have suffered heavy losses, and the pavilion people who have been in the sky for more than ten years are now disappearing more and more, almost extinction.

Wave after wave of assassinations not only did not make Wan Yang give up, but strengthened Wan Yang's determination to kill all the people in the pavilion, and Wan Yang clearly knew that the pavilion master of the people in the pavilion had not died under his hands.

"Mother, for so many years, I have never been able to find the truth about the pavilion master of the people in the pavilion and why they took my mother......"

The tall Wan Yang slid to the ground as if he had collapsed, and the cold ground under him made Wan Yang's body tremble, and he looked at the portrait stupidly.

The tide of exhaustion gradually swept through his body, Wan Yang closed his eyes and fell asleep on the ground, and he kept muttering to his mother in his dream.

There were still a few remnant stars hanging faintly in the gray sky, and the earth was shrouded in a gray-black light veil. In this time of silence, occasionally a few dogs bark from unknown households.

After a while, the east gradually showed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and in an instant, the sky revealed a narrow dark red strip, on which was a cold pale white morning light, and the sun slowly rose from the east.

I rubbed my swollen eyes, and a pair of vivid mandarin ducks appeared on the handkerchief in my hand. In the words "Mandarin Couple", "Mandarin League", "Mandarin Duck Pillow", "Mandarin Duck Sword" and other words, they all contain the meaning of love between men and women. The "mandarin duck playing in the water" I embroidered is even more frequent.

Millet was already sleepy, lying on the edge of the bed and falling asleep, the sun swaying on her face, setting off Millet's ruddy complexion, and her long eyelashes fanned gently, casting a shadow under her eyes.

The legs under the quilt were numb, I put down the handkerchief in my hand, gently lifted the quilt, and tiptoed out of bed.

"Miss, where are you going?"

Millet asked me with her sleepy eyes.

"You can sleep a little longer, my legs are numb, go down for a walk."

"No, I'm not sleepy."

Millet stood up and got dressed, straightened her hair, and walked to my side, stretching out her hand to hold my arm.

"It's okay, I can walk, you don't have to help me."

"Then I still have to hold on to Miss."

I couldn't resist her, so I had to let her help me all the way to the door.

"It's been a long time since I've been out for a walk."

"Yes, Miss, you haven't come out much in the past few days."

I stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sun in the east, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face, gently caressing my scars.

"We'll walk around the yard a few times and then go back to the house."

Millet nodded, helped me to walk around and around.

The sun was just right in the morning, and my eyes gradually stopped sore after staying up all night, and my feet no longer looked like I had stepped on cotton.

"Miss, did you really not rest all night?"

Xiaomi noticed the redness in my eyes, and her face was a little worried, and even her pace slowed down.

"Well, I can't sleep."

In the wee hours of the morning, it was still dark, and I sat on my bed and began to think about my next steps, and the needle in my hand inadvertently pricked my finger without any pain.

The moment I pushed open the door and went out, the cold wind struck me like pins and needles from time to time, and my chaotic mind began to clear.

The morning glow in the east has dyed half of the sky red, but the sun has not dared to show its face. This winter, the weather became colder and colder, and a cold wind blew in my face, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck and bury my head, only to feel that the coolness went deep into my bone marrow.

"Xiaomi, let's go back."

"Okay, go back quickly, Miss, your nose is red."

As soon as Murong came out of the room, he saw the two masters and servants of millet swaying in the courtyard next to him, and he was furious when he saw the two leisurely.

"It's so laid-back, let you be free for a few more days......"

"Miss, it's time to freshen up."

Xia Mei, who was covered with tulle, walked out of the house, looking at Murong with a pair of clear and clean eyes, Murong glanced at Xia Mei fiercely, and returned to the house with her hair.

"Come here, do you want me to do it myself?"

"Yes."

Xia Mei followed Murong's gaze and saw the closed door, lowered her eyes and followed Murong back to the house.

"Xia Mei, you'd better not think about anything else, I might be able to take you to Wanfu."

Murong in the bronze mirror was as smiling as a flower, but the words he said were poisonous and spit letters: "Brother Wanyang asked me to save you, I can also kill you, God doesn't know it, let you disappear!"

"Yes, the slave will never dare to give birth to other thoughts."

The hairpin in Xia Mei's hand, who was panicked, trembled and accidentally inserted it into Murong's scalp, Murong exclaimed, and slapped Xia Mei in the face with a wave of his hand.

"What? What do you want to do,? Feeling dissatisfied with me? ”

Xia Mei was beaten and staggered: "No, no, miss...... I didn't mean to......"

Murong walked up to Xia Mei reluctantly, lifted Xia Mei's collar with one hand, and scolded in his mouth: "What's the matter, do you blame me for saying you?"

"No, there is no ...... I accidentally ......"

"Don't you just think that Brother Wanyang has affection for you? I scratched your face, and I just let you die of this heart! ”