In the thirty-sixth year of the Daheng Dynasty, Jiangnan.

On a moonlit night, the picturesque beauty of the south of the Yangtze River is shrouded in the clear moonlight, only one mansion is lit with red lanterns everywhere, and the warm yellow light is like day, so that passers-by can't help but stop paying attention because of its wealth and compellingness.

I saw a black gold silk nanmu plaque hanging at the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate, and two big characters were inscribed on it. Pedestrians will know it at a glance, it turns out to be the home of the richest man in Jiangnan - Yanfu.

There are many people in the world who are full of gold and jade, but those who can really be called "rich Tao Bai, huge Cheng Luo, good at Tongling, and family treasure gold", can not fail to mention the "Yan family" who is rich and rivals the country.

What kind of love should God have to be born as a child of the Yan family? Pedestrians can't help but feel ......

The night of the heavenly steps is as cool as water, and the pedestrians only see the red wall of the red door outside and envy its nobility, but they don't know that the white jade lotus pond inside is Miao Miao and the blue water, the phoenix on the sandalwood eaves wants to fly, and the purple air on the green tile floating window comes from the east.

After dinner, everyone in the house rested and recuperated, and the lively Yanfu during the day gradually became quiet, and in the main room in the southeast, a little girl like jade was standing naked in front of the bathtub.

Standing beside her, an old woman who was more than half a hundred years old was carefully wiping the water droplets on her body, her body was flushed with reddish luster after bathing, her face was steamy, round and playful, her forehead was full, and there was a slightly heroic eyebrow on a pair of big apricot eyes, which added a bit of boyish temperament to this childish face.

Suddenly, outside the mahogany screen carved the Bada Shanren, a richly dressed woman walked in, only to see her willow eyebrows as light as distant mountains, apricot eyes and bright eyes, looking forward to the dislocation less dazzling in the past, more love for the daughter in front of her, red lips like red plums in the snow, but not arrogant, but clever smile like flowers.

Mrs. Yan was holding a roll of white jade ribbon in her white and slender hand, and the old woman standing on the side saw it and hurriedly took it, her eyes seemed to be regretful and distressed, and she said helplessly:

"Wronged our young lady, she was originally a female Jiao'e, but she wanted to pretend to be a man."

The little girl standing between the two smiled, and said in a relaxed tone:

"What's this? My father said that the Yan family will pass on the male but not the female, let me first wronged the man, and wait for my father to sit on the position of the suzerain, abolish this broken rule, and then I will wear a flower skirt openly, and sit on my thousands of acres of family wealth, gold and silver mountains, so that the entire Jiangnan people are scared to drop their jaws, and the group of old immortals of the clan are so angry that their teeth itch! ”

Mrs. Yan looked at her daughter's arrogant appearance, and couldn't help laughing angrily, pinching her cute little fleshy face, and said:

"Learn your father's skinless and faceless words!"

"Mother! Am I not right? The little girl's brows furrowed slightly, and she protested with her cherry red mouth.

"You're not wrong."

Mrs. Yan was still smiling like a flower, she gently stroked her daughter's white jade-like back, and a lifelike swallowtail butterfly was tattooed between the two holes of the wind gate.

I saw that the swallowtail butterfly tattoo is delicate and extraordinary, with slender and delicate fine patterns outlined on the thin wings, staggered and extended on the back of the butterfly, like the tail of the swallow, like the butterfly's face, such as the swallow's agility.

"But Dusk, you must remember that when you go out of this door, you are still the eldest son of the Yan family in front of people-Yan Yihuai."

The old woman on the side smiled and wrapped Yan Dui's undeveloped chest layer by layer: "Whether it is a young lady or a child, they are the hearts of my Mama Xiao, and they are the big treasures of the Yan family!" ”

Yan Du listened to the words of the two, Xing Mu turned around smartly, then nodded with a smile, and said proudly: "Today I am Yan Yihuai, when I hold the gold and silver mountains in my hands, turn into Yan Dui, and be the richest woman in the world, it is not impossible!" ”

"My silly boy!"

Mrs. Yan was so amused by Yan Duan's unashamed words that she couldn't stop laughing, especially remembering that when she was in Shengjing, when she studied with her master, Mr. Beiguo, she was also so proud and smug.

Sure enough, where there is a mother, there must be a daughter. She's going to test this kid today......

"Then what are you doing with this mountain of gold and silver?" Mrs. Yan looked at Yan Dui, who was already wearing her middle clothes, and asked.

What is it used for? After hearing this, the smart and clever little brain turned, the proud little eyebrows raised, and said with a smile:

"Half of my family wealth wants to let my father and mother and Mama Xiao have fine clothes and food for the rest of their lives, and they will have no worries for a lifetime!"

Mrs. Yan and Mama Xiao listened to it, looked at each other and smiled, a worry-free life, how rare it is!

"What about the other half?" Mrs. Yan asked.

"The other half of the family wealth, I want to share it with the ordinary people in Jiangnan who are still suffering!"

Yan Du is in a rich family, but she doesn't know that this world is not really the same as the peaceful and prosperous world in the book, every time she sneaks out with her maid Bai Feng, she can see that there are begging people on the side of the road just a few steps away, not only widows and lonely, but also immature and micro children.

The old and the old, and the old of the people; The young of me, and the young of man. She began to learn the way of Confucius and Mencius since she was literate, and how could she not know this truth.

Mrs. Yan looked at the child in front of her, who was only eight years old, and felt a lot of relief, worthy of her Mu Shaolan and Yan Bufu's daughter, Yan Dui is talented, delicate, not pampered and arrogant, but has the world in mind, and it is enough to have a twilight daughter in this life!

She really wanted to tell Master in person that she had passed on the "Swallowtail Butterfly" to an amazing child!

"Twilight, I'm going to grow up soon!" Mu Shaolan touched Yan Dui's head, she was like a fledgling who wanted to spread her wings and fly high, she would take in all the beauty in this world!

Yan Du didn't see the affectionate change in Mu Shaolan's eyes, the body that had just bathed was soft, and the warm breath made her smart eyelids flicker, sleepiness gradually permeated her head, and her small body swayed as if she couldn't stand steadily.

Mu Shaolan looked at Yan Du and yawned deeply, then called the maid who was guarding outside the room and came in to serve her to sleep.

Mama Xiao coaxed Yan Du to sleep, and looked at the child lying on the carved sandalwood bed, the little face under the brocade quilt was delicate and lovely, the child smiled like her mother's mother, but when she was serious, she was as heroic as her father, she was really a little girl who could be reincarnated.

"Mother, where is Daddy?" Yan Du looked at the back of Mu Shaolan's embroidered pale pink chrysanthemum robe, and asked with the last trace of consciousness.

When Mu Shaolan heard this, she turned around and coaxed, "Your father has a gathering tonight, and he will come back later." ”

Yan Duan, who was showing his head outside the quilt, said in a daze: "Okay! When Daddy comes back, remember to wake me up, Daddy said he was going to play with me on the swing......"

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Compassion is light and cold, and the night is as cold as a knife.

The drum of the third watch has just been beaten, making the whole night bitter and cold. Dark clouds covered the silvery moonlight, and the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River was dyed with uneasy colors by the dark night.

It seems that this uneasiness has spread to the little man on the bed, and Yan Du slept extremely restless in the second half of the night, cold sweat permeated his forehead, his hands and feet shook unconsciously, and he rolled under the bed with a turn.

"Shhh Yan Dui's little head hit the jade marble floor, looked around painfully, only to realize that she had rolled out of bed, she looked at the maid Bai Feng sleeping soundly on the edge of her bed under the bed, and the ghost idea was to crawl over to scare her.

But just when the body entered the bottom of the bed, there was a "bang"! The door of the room was kicked open, and a cold wind with blood struck frantically from outside the door.

Shredded screams kept coming from outside, interspersed with the woman's frightened crying, and the silence of the knife light slashing through the skin and blood gushing.

Yan Duyi was stunned in place, only to hear Bai Feng, who had been awakened, shouting in horror: "Who are you?" ”

A sword shadow approached, and the thick smell of blood instantly filled the palatial room. Only heard the sound of the sword tearing into the flesh and bones, and Bai Feng, who was pierced through her right shoulder, knelt on the ground in pain, still worried about her in her heart, and said fiercely with the corners of her bloody mouth: "You are an assassin!" ”

"Where's your son-in-law?" The sword in the black-clothed assassin's hand made a step deeper, causing Bai Feng to scream in pain, and with a click, the dark red blood dripping on the bottom plate was reflected in Yan Dui's frightened eyes like a waterfall.

Although Bai Feng was in pain, he still used his best strength to see that Childe's bed was empty.

"Gong, Gongzi, not in ......" only heard Bai Feng pulling the last trace of breath, she knew that her life was short, but she had to protect Childe, protect the last hope of the Yan family, I saw that she took advantage of the moment to speak, lifted the small stove that was placed next to the bed and was originally used to warm Childe's feet in the middle of the night, and threw it on the assassin.

But in the end, it didn't help. The assassin dodged the boiling hot stove with a flicker, and the charcoal inside instantly fell to the ground, and the fine charcoal rolled to the bottom of the bed, burning Yandui's delicate skin in an instant.

The hot pain came from the neck of his foot in an instant, and he covered his mouth tightly, and bit his lower lip fiercely with his upper teeth to prevent himself from making a sound.

How could she not know what the situation was now!

"Ahh Bai Feng's screams hit her ear drums, and in the next second, with the sound of her body falling to the ground, the entire room instantly became silent.

The Assassin looked at the charcoal that had rolled under the bed, and thought that the man should not be there, so he walked out and joined the fight in the other rooms.

Daddy! Mother! Are you still alive?

Isolated and helpless, Yan Du didn't dare to think about what kind of situation outside the room, the Yan family is the richest man in Jiangnan, there are not a few guards, and his room is heavily guarded, the assassin can actually break into here, so, what about her family!

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from outside the door: "Door master, eighty-eight members of the Yan family, both young and old, have all been killed." ”

"What about the eldest son of the Yan family? Cuizhu didn't find him in his room just now. The tone of the person who was called the master of the door was cold, as if these eighty-eight lives had nothing to do with him, if he was to kill them all!

"I found him in the room of Mrs. Xiao, who was taking care of the eldest son of Yan, and I have already killed him." The speaker coldly states the facts of the subject, as if killing a child is like strangling an ant, and mercy is only superfluous.

Is it Xiaobao? That's Mama Xiao's grandson! Because Mama Xiao's son's family is not harmonious, there are often quarrels between husband and wife, Mama Xiao is sad that her grandson is growing up in an environment where his father is not sincere and his mother is unkind, so she took him over to take care of him a few days ago, but who knows that he let him die instead of herself!

"Yan Hong, how can you be sure that that is the eldest prince of Yan?" The owner still refused to let go of a trace of clues.

"I heard with my own ears that the nurse surnamed Xiao personally called that child the eldest son."

The cold conversation was especially clear in the barren and desolate Yanfu, and every word was heard clearly, hot tears frantically surging out of her reddened eyes, and blood spilled from her bitten lip, dripping onto her slender wrists and on the charcoal-covered floor.

Mama Xiao, who used to be arrogant and pampered herself, in order to leave her a little life, actually pushed her grandson into a dead end, how worthy of her words!

Hearing this, the door master did not say much, and ordered: "Pile all the corpses in the east hall, and burn them all." ”

"Mrs. Yan and Master Yan are also burning?" The speaker was also a little shocked, although these two people were dead, they were also once one of the best people in Daheng.

"Burn!"

Pain! Yan Dui's heart has never been so painful at this moment, like a beating red heart, the pain of being violently torn by the corpse of the five horses, and the limbs seem to be torn off and the lungs are torn into the bones.

Hate! The surging hatred seemed to sweep her whole person, and the murderer was ruthless and unjust, leaving her 88 people without bones.

The door master, Yan Hong, Cuizhu, she engraved these words fiercely in her heart, if she can escape today, she will pay for her blood debt!

She lay under the dark bed with tears in her eyes, letting the fire in the east hall gradually bury the entire Yanfu, the cold feeling lingered, how she hoped that this was an unpleasant dream, after waking up from the dream, her father and mother were still alive, and the Yanfu was still prosperous......

After a long time, the fire gradually spread to her room, they should be gone, right?

Yan Du wiped the tears from her eyes and crawled out from under the bed, Bai Feng's body had been carried away, leaving a trailing trail of crimson blood on the marble floor, faintly revealing the deceased's unwillingness.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded behind him in this desperate situation, and Twilight was so frightened that her heart tightened, like a cold pit viper crawling up her back.

The frightened eyes caught a glimpse of the sword's light, and the sword as cold as frost rested on her neck......