The guard was frightened, hesitated to knock on the door, the baby's cry became louder and louder, as if to tear the heart and lungs, the guard looked into the window again, the baby was supported by one arm in the air, dancing and struggling, and saw a knife raised in the air, the guard was shocked, and hurriedly slammed into the door.

There was a loud 'poof' in the shouting of chaos, so crisp and neat, and for a moment I didn't hear the baby's cry, the guard slammed open the door and fell in, but I saw Xiao Zong's forehead tied to a scarf, standing coldly in front of the table, holding a blood-dripping dagger in one hand, and holding a child in the other, the blood from the split fingers overflowed, dripping into the wooden box on the table, which contained the bones of his late father Xiao Baojuan.

The blood melted into the bones, Xiao Zong's eyes were full of blood in an instant, the arm holding the dagger trembled slightly, and then he looked up to the sky and shouted, with grief in resentment, and then laughed, as if he had lost his mind. That's it, Xiao Zong looked at the door with a gloomy face, the guards were scared half to death, and crawled through the door and fled, Xiao Zong at this time was even more terrifying than a ghost.

Hearing the screams in the backyard, as if something strange was happening, Fu Lian Zhao and Ziying hurried over, and bumped into the soulless guard halfway, the guard was already so frightened that he couldn't speak, pointed to the faintly lit room in the backyard, and the two hurriedly walked there.

"Han'er !!" As soon as Fu Lianzhao entered the door, he saw Xiao Han who was supported in mid-air by Xiao Zong's hands in the light of the candlelight, his chest was stained with blood, and he was dying, and his eyes were red before he could say the second sentence, and he fainted and fell to the ground.

Ziying was stunned when she saw this, and went straight to Wu Shuyuan's bedroom, Wu Shuyuan had already heard the noise in the courtyard, and pushed open the door in her clothes to look around, just when she saw Ziying coming to report in a panic, she was incoherent, and hurried away with her fur clothes.

Xiao Zong put the child's body on the table, a little tear flashed in his blood-red eyes, but his eyebrows sank, and he knocked the red-soaked wooden box away, and collapsed at the foot of the table and cried. But seeing her daughter-in-law fainting on the ground and her child crying, Wu Shuyuan was shocked, and when she stepped to the table and saw her grandson dripping with blood, the undried blood was still ticking along the corner of the table, and she was suddenly shocked and trembling on the ground.

Wu Shuyuan burst into tears, "Tiger poison still doesn't eat parents and children, you... How can you bear to do this!! Son! O son of a! Xiao Zong wiped his tears, "Why should a son be sad!" It's just that the child is really the widow of Dongdusk (referring to Dongdusk Hou Xiao Baojuan)! It turned out that Xiao Zong's crying was not because he lost his relatives and children, but because he was really Xiao Baojuan's widow.

In order to confirm his identity, Xiao Zong confessed his relatives before, but he still had suspicions, and this time he ruthlessly poisoned his own son Xiao Han who had just passed the full moon.

Wu Shuyuan heard him say this, and she was sad and angry, and she fainted. Ziying called the guards and slaves with a white face, and no one dared to enter the door, Xiao Zong got up and ordered loudly with a blue face, and the guards carried Fu Lian Zhao and Wu Shuyuan out of the house with trembling.

Born with the cold, with the cold and gone, a fresh life went west, God only gave him a month of streamer, and he had no time to feel the prosperity and chaos of the world, the hearts of good and evil.

In order to hide people's eyes and ears, Xiao Zong sent people to spread rumors, lying that Xiao'er was seriously ill and died, and held a funeral for Xiao Hansheng, but he did not make a statement, and buried him in secret.

After Xiao Han's death, Fu Lianzhao was grief-stricken, washed his face with tears all day long, Wu Shuyuan had white hair, set up a statue of the Bodhisattva, and recited repentance every day. Xiao Zong was terrified after confirming his identity, talking and laughing during the day, but crying at night, and spreading sand and stones in the room, grinding with bare feet to refine his will.

Zheng Shijie heard that Xiao Zong had lost his son, so he didn't dare to visit again, so he returned to Guangling, and Ziying's affairs were taken care of.

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However, Wan'er was imprisoned in the basement, looking forward to Lin and Bochen coming to the rescue all the time, but after the summer and autumn, and the cold winter, Wan'er was already disillusioned, and she couldn't see a trace of hope.

"Lady, you'd better be honest, Madam said, if you dare to play tricks again, you will discount one of your legs!" The slave threw a plate of food in front of him, and then Liang Wenji came in with Liangfu and a slave, "This basement is really cold, Sister Wan'er is cold?" Wan'er stared at her fiercely and didn't say a word, Liang Wenji laughed gloomily, and then her face sank and her hand waved, and the slave threw a tattered quilt on Wan'er's side, and Liang Wenji said some sarcastic words and hated to leave.

A few days ago, the slave brought food as usual, Wan'er hid behind the wine jar and grabbed a broken altar piece, while the slave was not paying attention to stab him in the leg, the slave screamed and fell to the ground, Wan'er hurriedly ran out of the basement, and before she ran out of the chapel, she was caught by the servants who greeted her and threw it back to the basement. Liangfu informed Liang Wenji of this, and Liang Wenji starved her for three days, and ordered slaves to guard her day and night.

The basement is cold and the walls are cold, although there is no howling wind, but the cold air penetrates the body, wet into the bone marrow, Wan'er curled up in the corner and shivered, her hands and feet are cold and sore, she hurriedly wrapped the quilt around her body, and slowly moved to the candlestick that she took off, so that she had some warmth, and when her hands were warm, she pulled the rice plate in front of her, the food was still warm, but the entrance was a little strange, but Wan'er couldn't care about it.

"General, I was eating at the Xia Shicai Tavern, and I heard the bartender gossiping, which seemed to be related to Madame." Half an hour ago, Zizhong was drinking in the tavern, the bartender was gossiping with the guests at other tables, and happened to be heard by Zizhong, so he was called to the table to ask, the bartender saw that it was General Zhao's entourage, his face was flustered and embarrassed, Zizhong took out some baht to reward him, so that he just had to speak, the bartender then twisted and twisted the plate to speak, Zizhong listened and hurried back to the general's mansion to tell Bochen.

"Is there such a thing? It is not surprising that the woman is water-based poplar and has caused such rumors, but now that the cold winter is about to pass, Wan'er still has no news, alas! How to be good! "Bochen has been sending people to inquire about Wan'er's whereabouts and has never given up, but unfortunately Wan'er seems to have evaporated from the world.

"General, although Liang Wenji is a prodigal person, she is the general's wife after all, if she really does such an obscene thing, where will the general's face remain." Bochen frowned, "That's it, I'll probe her tomorrow." "Since Liang Wenji lived in Linglong Garden, the General's Mansion has been cleaned up a lot, Bochen is looking for Wan'er, and Linglong Garden has not yet stepped into it.

The next day, the snow was falling in Jiankang City, Bochen rushed to Linglong Garden across the horse, Liang Wenji greeted the door with a smile, "Oh, there is a lot of snow today, how can my husband have time to come to Xiaoyuan." Between the words, it seems that Linglong Garden is the mansion of the Liang family. Bochen stood in front of the hall, looking at the pavilion and the small hall, the corridor shaded by Qionghua, and couldn't help but think about that time, Wan'er's smile and voice jumped in his mind.

Entering the chapel, Liang Wenji stole a look, a few slaves retreated, Liang Wenji turned to smile, ruddy, sure enough, it was a moisturized face, which was very different from before, and then poured warm wine, Bochen said while drinking: "Linglong Yuan can be used to living?" Liang Wenji smiled coquettishly, "Where did the husband say, this exquisite garden carved fence and jade masonry, quiet and elegant, so good~" Saying that, he stretched out his hand to touch Bochen's shoulder, and Bochen got up to dodge.

"Is there nothing else?" Bochen sank his face, Liang Wenji seemed to have something to say, "Xiaoyuan is clean, and there are no miscellaneous people in and out on weekdays, and I am a woman, and I don't have close friends and drinking friends to visit, so I think it's very lonely..." Bochen drank the warm wine, frowned and left, he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

At that time, the heavy snow did not stop, all the sounds were silent, Linglong Garden was immersed in the vast snow, like silver sand paving, but there was a person in the alley at the back door of Linglong Garden, holding a lantern, stepping on the snow and gurgling, hurriedly going to the back door.