"It's a little late to think of asking for mercy now?" An Ran lowered his eyes and said coldly.

An An Ning was shocked, and grabbed the hem of An Ran's clothes, "Ah Ran, I beg you, you just let me go, I beg you." ”

She burst into tears, now she just wants to live, as long as she can live, she can do anything.

An Ran raised her chin slightly, at the beginning, when you ruined my appearance, broke my tendons, and killed my parents, did you ever think of letting me go?

Thinking of this, A Ran's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, "Catch her." ”

As soon as Feng Lin heard An Ran's words, he immediately grabbed An An Ning, and An An Ning kept struggling, "No, don't." An Ran, you slut, even if I die, I will never let you go, even if I want to go to hell, I will drag you with me. ”

An Ran hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, completely ignoring An Xinning's curse in her heart, the knife rose and fell, with An Anning's terrible scream, the tendons and veins of her hands had been broken, and her wrists were dripping with blood, shocking.

Looking at An Anning's painful appearance, An Ran only felt a burst of happiness in his heart, "How are you going to drag me to hell with crippled hands?"

An Ning gasped, the severe pain made her almost faint, suddenly, she looked up to the sky and laughed, and then looked at An Ran, her eyes were jealous and sad, "An Ran, you will definitely be retributed, everything you have done to me today, he will always get retribution." ”

Retribution? She is just treating others the way she does.

An Ran's face was full of indifference, "Even if you get retribution, so what? Anyway, you can't see it." ”

As she spoke, An Ran squatted down, and before An Ning could react, she also broke the veins of her feet, and the terrible screams resounded throughout the cell.

"Now that you're a waste, how do you feel?" An Ran asked.

"I won't let you go, An Ran, even if I die, I will never let you go......" After speaking, An Anning couldn't lift it in one breath and fainted.

"Miss, she has passed out, do you want to wake her up?" Feng Lin saw An An Ning faint, and then looked at An Ran and asked.

Anxin Ning is evil, this is a small punishment, looking at Feng Lin's appearance, he also hates Anxin Ning.

An Ran stood up, handed him the knife, and then brushed his clothes, with a cold face, don't look away, "Forget it, she is already a waste, let her feel this taste, wait for His Majesty's holy decree to come down, and give death." After speaking, An Ran walked out of the prison.

Back at An's house, Nan Lingye was sitting in the pavilion of Qifeng Tower, and An Ran saw him from a distance, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

She withdrew her handmaiden and walked over herself. Nan Lingye is a very vigilant person, he heard An Ran's voice coming from a distance, turned his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the person in his heart, he hooked his thin lips and stretched out his hand to her.

An Ran smiled knowingly, then put his hand in his palm, felt the temperature in his thick palm, and suddenly felt extremely relieved.

Sitting down next to Nan Lingye, Nan Lingye grabbed her in his arms with his big hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Why have you been there for so long?"

After going out of An Ran, he has been sitting in the gazebo waiting for her. Before you know it, so much time has passed.

"I'm fine, don't worry. It's just a little punishment, and it's just a little reassuring. An Ran told Nan Lingye about what happened in prison, and she said it very lightly, as if she was describing an ordinary thing.

After listening to An Ran's words, Nan Lingye was not surprised, and her big hand quietly stroked her small hand and wrapped it in her palm.

"Ye Lang will think that Ah Ran is too vicious?"

Nan Lingye hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, and her blue eyes looked at her, her eyes were deep, "I just feel sorry for Ah Ran and want to do it himself." ”

Hearing this, An Ran couldn't help but chuckle and squinted at him, "If I had known, I would have asked Ye Lang to accompany me." ”

Nan Lingye just pursed the corners of her mouth lightly, didn't speak, just tightened her hand around her, and expressed her heart with action.

"Actually, at first, I didn't want to do this to her, just because what she said aroused hatred for her in our hearts. Speaking of this, An Ran's eyes darkened.

Of course she wouldn't tell Nan Lingye about her past life, she thought, even if she said it, Nan Lingye wouldn't believe that she would be reborn.

"Don't think about it so much, she deserves it. Nan Lingye said.

An Ran twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, then leaned his head lightly on his shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes, "Ye Lang, I'm a little tired, just let me lean on like this." ”

Nan Ling Ye hugged her tightly and murmured, "Well, it only belongs to you." ”

The breeze came, and the two people on the pavilion snuggled together, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with them, two hearts depended on each other, and there was only each other in their world.

In the evening, the news of An Xinning's suicide came from the prison, and no one was surprised, as if this was expected.

"Miss, what are we going to do now?" asked Ping'er.

An Ran raised his eyebrows and asked, "What should I do?"

"The third prince's concubine committed suicide, so the injuries on her body ......" Ping'er knew that An Ran ruined An Anning's appearance and broke her hands and feet, if this is known, I don't know if there will be any trouble.

Hearing this, An Ran smiled indifferently, with a relaxed look, "So what? Is it possible that someone still dares to come to me to ask for guilt?"

"I'm not afraid of anything else, it's just that the fourth son is ......"

An Qing didn't dare. What he has to do now is to think about how to protect himself, not to ask the teacher for sin. I broke the tendons and veins of An Xinning's hands and feet, ruined her appearance, at most, she ended up with an infamy that would be avenged, and no one would dare to ask for the guilt. An Ran said that since she dared to do this, she was sure that she would not implicate herself and the An family.

Ping'er nodded, "The slave understands." ”

"Okay, if there's nothing to do, you can go down first, you don't need to prepare dinner, I'll go to the Laiyin Pavilion to eat." After speaking, An Ran lay down on the recliner and his clothes, closed his eyes, and looked like he was recuperating.

In the courtyard, An Qing knew the news of An Xinning's suicide, and he closed his house in the room alone, and heard that dinner was useless.

An Qing sat on the chair in front of the table, his face was solemn, he pursed his thin lips, and there was an unknown darkness hidden in his deep eyes.

For a long time, his hands were clenched into fists, his teeth were clenched, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, as if he was enduring something, and a fleeting fierce light flashed in his eyes.