Chapter 224: Nan Jiaojiao, come to my brother
Flower Street Willow Lane, at least outlaws.
Nan Yan hired three or five young men from the market and asked them to buy fire oil.
The rain is dripping.
On both sides of the flower street are the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, the charming pipa music is diffused in the rain, with a unique rouge atmosphere, even if it is a rainy night, it is still lively and presumptuous here.
Nan Rouge stood in the shadow of the lantern with an umbrella.
Across the street is the kiln where she was sold.
The lights of the wooden building are warm and yellow, and the figures behind the flower windows can be vaguely seen, and the temples are fragrant.
The teenagers quietly locked the doors and windows, and poured fire oil on the wooden building.
They ignite the oil of ignorance.
The firelight climbed all the way up the wooden building, and the whole wooden building gradually turned into a sea of fire.
The people in the wooden building finally smelled the burnt smell from the rouge fragrance in the room.
They were shocked and hurriedly pushed the windows and doors, only to find that they had locked the doors and windows from the outside.
Smoke and fear spread throughout the wooden building.
Guests and prostitutes screamed for help, but the streets were filled with the sound of rain and the singing of drunken fans.
No one heard them cry out for help.
The fire grew bigger and bigger, and in the dark rain, it gradually engulfed the entire wooden building.
Nan Rou always stood across the flower street with an umbrella.
She quietly admired the struggling figures behind the window, covered in fire, running and screaming until they finally burned to death in the endless sea of fire
The fire finally broke the window strings.
The old bustard, who had tormented her, was covered with fire, with an ugly old face and a fat body, and struggled to climb out of the window.
But her movements were so clumsy that even if she climbed out of the window, she just fell into the fire on the first floor in embarrassment.
Through the fire and the rain, she saw Nanrou.
She screamed and cursed, her eyes bloodshot red, and she swung her fiery limbs like mad dogs.
Before he could take a few steps, the entire wooden building collapsed.
The old bustard was stoned to death in the wooden building.
Nan Yan watched quietly, her red lips curling with pleasure.
From now on, she will not spare anyone who has hurt her.
This bustard is just the beginning.
The fire spread along the wooden building, and gradually, more kilns caught fire.
Finally someone realized that something was wrong, and the men and women rushed out of the house in disheveled clothes, shouting for the fire.
Some people died in the flames, and some people ran and rolled around on the ground full of fire.
The entire flower street fell into a firefighting chaos.
The rain is still dripping.
Holding a light apricot-colored oil-paper umbrella and holding a wide and delicate skirt in one hand, Nan Yan kicked off her embroidered shoes at will, and walked lightly in the rain barefoot.
She hummed a tune with ease, and her posture was slender and charming.
The street was full of firelight, fading away behind her.
She is not afraid of falling into the abyss.
Because she was born in the abyss.
The night rain is boundless.
In the darkness, someone groped their way over the high wall.
Nanguang's face was covered with a black scarf, and with an "ouch" sound, he sat in the corner in embarrassment.
He rubbed his buttocks and stood up, looking around, the huge Cheng Mansion was full of depression, and there were not even a few lanterns, so he could only vaguely see the lights of the main house through the vast rain curtain.
"Huang, you mother hurt my daughter, I want you to look good tonight!"
Huang is a wicked woman.
first disliked his Jiaojiao, and then picked and chose his two precious daughters, and finally even sold his rouge into the kiln!
is a good innocent girl, he has suffered so much grievance, he, who is a father, if he doesn't avenge his daughter, he is not a grandfather!
He took off the plate axe he was carrying at his waist and nervously reached for the main house.
He drew closer to the main house.
He clung to the axe, and he couldn't even breathe.
His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his heart beat even more as the fan was pushed away.
In the outhouse fell asleep a mother-in-law on night duty.
He touched the dormitory lightly, and several candlesticks were scattered high and low, and the curtains hung low, and from there was a faint sound of long, steady breathing.
Nanguang wiped the rain from his face.
He shuddered and lifted the curtain.
By the dim light of the candlestick, he saw Huang sleeping soundly.
He raised his axe high—
His hands trembled terribly.
He swallowed and couldn't help but close his eyes.
Yan'er's pitiful appearance resurfaced in her mind.
Nan Guang's face was full of cruelty, and he suddenly opened his eyes and dropped that axe towards Huang's neck!
Blood splattered!
Warm blood splashed on his cheeks, Nanguang's heart beat unbalanced, hurriedly threw away the axe, took a few steps backwards, and finally fell to the ground.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
He never killed anyone.
He looked at the blood and the corpse in the tent, raised his hand, and touched his blood-stained cheek tremblingly.
The night rain knocks on the window.
The wind was like a wild beast, mad and terrible.
In the middle of the night in such a stormy night, Nanguang could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
Plopping, as if about to jump out of the chest.
However, he did not regret it.
He has been cowardly for half his life, and he always has to do something for his daughter.
He raised his sleeve to wipe away his tears, hurriedly picked up the axe, and ran out of the house.
The mother-in-law on duty at night woke up passively.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she saw Nanguang covered in blood, she was about to scream in an instant!
Nanguang's eyes were quick, and he slammed an axe at her head!
The mother-in-law was seriously injured, but she did not die.
She fell in a pool of blood, babbling and screaming, and crawled towards Nanguang with difficulty, her bloody palms and trying hard to grab Nanguang's robe and pants.
Nanguang burst into tears of fear.
In a moment, he slammed his axe at her almost out of control!
The rain hits the plantains.
The temple is brightly lit.
The west window, covered with Korean paper, was erected in the night rain.
Nan Baoyi put his hands on his cheeks, stood by the west window, and admired the rain with a calm face.
Xiao Yi sat behind the bookcase, dealing with military affairs.
He now has 500,000 troops in his hands, which is not less than when he was in charge of 100,000 troops.
Shiyan quietly stepped into the study and whispered a few words in his ear.
Xiao Yi whispered: "Can you see clearly?" ”
"A few of them passed by outside the Cheng Mansion and saw the third master climb over the wall and enter the Cheng Mansion. Because he was afraid that something would happen to him and affect his master, he deliberately followed him secretly. The third master killed the Huang family and a mother-in-law, fainted in a pool of blood on the ground, and was carried back by them. The scene has also been cleaned up, and no one will find out about the third master. ”
Ten words explain things clearly.
He knew that his master liked the girl in Baoyi.
If the master marries a girl in Baoyi in the future, then the third master will be his father-in-law.
If something happens to my father-in-law, I have to help him.
What he did obviously satisfied Xiao Yi.
He said lightly: "Go to the account room to receive the reward." ”
Ten words answered "eh" and happily received the reward.
Xiao Yi closed the volume.
He looked at the west window, the girl's back was slender and delicate, and it seemed that in the rainy night, it was very seductive.
He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said softly, "Nan Jiaojiao, come to my brother." ”
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