The orchid fragrance in the warm pavilion is overflowing, accompanied by misty sweetness, smoked red, the gauze is swaying, the blue eyes are slightly flashing, the man slowly gets up with the mottled sunlight and shadow embellished with the veil, raises his hand slightly, and pulls the scattered clothes on the side, the jade pattern totem on the back is gloomy to the bone, and the beauty beside the bed is faintly reflected.

The beauty has ice muscles and snow skin, the jade body is horizontal, the slender and boneless hand is dizzy and the phoenix has to climb up to his waist, lightly touching the jade pattern on his back, the green silk is lying down, the face is like a peach blossom, the apricot eyes tremble slightly, and the graceful has to move his body to get closer.

"Retrospective ......" the beauty called shyly, and I don't know why the man suddenly got up.

Yan Suxuan's face was cold, without any warmth, and he buttoned his shirt silently, and the cold was in full view.

The beauty frowned, last night's gentle lingering ears, the intense and warm entanglement penetrated the skin, the red marks were vivid, and suddenly the autumn water in her eyes was repeated, and she asked delicately, "Tracing back, the time is still early, it's better to ......"

If no one next to Yan Suwei had to push away the beauty's jade hand, get up and prepare to leave.

The beauty hung her head, secretly sad, and her eyes were filled with tears, that is, she knew that it would be so, so she deliberately dressed up with the pot of 'spring water red', smiling skillfully, charming and moving, and deliberately chose the fiery Luo skirt, thinking that the man would like it, but I didn't know that the cold jade-like heart was not hot after all.

Unwilling, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and the corners of his lips were also bitten with bloodstains, and there was a burst of anger on his face, and his coquettish voice was no longer good, but turned to poignant, "Yan Suxuan, you treat me like this?" ”

Yan Suxuan was ready to push the door, and paused, "That's it, what to do?"

Last night's spring love, today's alienation, just one sentence, the Tao is ruthless.

The beauty was dumbfounded, and her face could no longer hold back the fierce color, "Is it just like the rumor, you...... Are you reading the soulless song of Ningyu? ”

The blue eyes narrowed slightly, Yan Suhui turned back abruptly, instantly strangled the throat of the beauty, the cold breath was like a sharp blade piercing the bone marrow, and said in a low voice, "If you want to live, don't mention this name again."

Tears fell, the beauty was strangled to the face was already red, the feeling of suffocation rose spontaneously, and she nodded obediently, only to slowly feel that the strength on her neck was weakening, and then coughed violently.

"Liu Ningyue, if you like me, don't mention it again"

The understatement was swept by a few words, Liu Ningyue was cut at her heart as if she had been stripped of her cocoon, and she stared blankly at the blue color and pulled away, the determination and ruthlessness were so painful.

Liu Ningyue slowly straightened up, only to feel a sore body, and pulled over her shirt to cover the shocking red marks.

When the maid saw Yan Suxuan coming out, her face was cold, and she left quickly, not knowing what was happening inside, so she hurriedly entered the house with water and stood aside to wait.

Seeing the young lady sitting in front of the bronze mirror, I don't know why the young lady looked sad, her own young lady is recognized as the first beauty in the sea, and her talent and character are all first-class, how many immortals are lining up to ask for marriage, then the head of the Yan family is good, always turning a blind eye and having an indifferent attitude.

But Miss is deeply rooted in her affection for the head of the Yan family, and she is unswerving, and she wants to do this yesterday, but she is also desperate.

"Mi'er, look, am I not beautiful enough" Liu Ningyue stared at the woman with affection in the bronze mirror, and asked in a low voice.

Mi'er shook her head violently, and hurriedly replied, "Miss is the number one beauty in this Haihai Continent, how can it be more beautiful?"

Liu Ningyue sneered, the phoenix's fingers touched her cheeks, the miserable white face in the bronze mirror was bloodless at the moment, beautiful was beautiful, she looked disgusted, even if she was amorous, in the eyes of that person, she was just a mirror flower, and she could be discarded at will.

"Oh, even if you force it, it's not fun," she sighed deeply as she hung her head weakly.

"Miss, the slave looks at the head of the Yan family is just a little more delicate, nothing special, even if it is good, if it is not good for you, it is not worth entrusting, why do you have to suffer" Mi'er persuaded distressedly.

Liu Ningyue didn't know how to keep her affection since ancient times, but she was on that path, even if she looked at it from afar, she felt joy, her mind lingered, and everything she thought in her heart was only because of one person, and it became more and more uncontrollable, and since then, others have been unable to see it anymore.

"Mi'er, dress up" Liu Ningyue called, her heart was already thorough, the blue shadow was the shackles she couldn't break free from in this life, she had to endure calamity or hardship, as long as she could be by his side, she would be content.

"Yes" Mi'er thought that her young lady had figured it out, so she breathed a sigh of relief and was busy combing the green silk.

Yan Suxuan came out of the warm pavilion, his breath was as cold as frost, and the servants on the side did not dare to approach, and he was so frightened that he followed behind him.

He slowed down, his face was gloomy, and the blue aura in his hand flowed and condensed, revealing a chill and murderous aura.

The cold wind is blowing, the green bamboos in the garden are swaying, the leaves are falling, and the wind is rolling the fallen leaves in circles.

The last servant couldn't stop trembling, and at this moment he was even more shocked and fell to his knees, trembling, "Home...... Head of House...... Rao ......"

Before the word sparing his life could be spoken, his pupils were dilated, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he fell to the side.

The servants around him did not dare to raise their heads, so they silently carried the corpse away, cleaning up the blood stains on the ground, accustomed to it.

Yan Suhuan didn't say a word, the corners of his mouth tightened, the turbulence surging in his blue eyes seemed to crush and devour people, although the internal breath in his hands gradually stabilized, the surrounding grass and trees were already decayed and withered, and the green clothes were fluttering, standing alone, and his back was gloomy.

Wu Zizhi knew that the head of the family was in a state of agitation, so he stepped aside and waited quietly, afraid that the young lady of the Liu family had bought off his subordinates, which angered the head of the family, and for the sake of the great cause, the head of the family had to endure a moment of anger.

Hey, with the personality of the head of the family, he will never stop there, but I'm afraid that Miss Liu's infatuation will be a mistake after all.

The green you on the side waited for a moment to see the head of the house standing quietly without saying a word, and his heart was furious, last night Liu Ningyue's girl took advantage of the excuse to support her, which allowed them to succeed, the head of the house did not like to be calculated, and now he must be depressed in his heart, and he was about to open his mouth to persuade him, but he was stopped by Wu.

It was immediately clear to him that it must be related to the great cause, otherwise it would not be too much for the head of the family to kill this woman immediately.

It's just that the head of the house looks extremely lonely, and that touch of green shadow reveals boundless sorrow, and the garden is full of color, the head of the house, is your pain forbearance for the great cause or ...... The fiery red figure that never let go.

Lu You only dared to ask in his heart, and only he knew the pain in the heart of the head of the family.

"What?" After being silent for a long time, Yan Suwei asked with a little tiredness.

Wu hung his head, "The head of the Qian family has gone to the side hall to wait"

"This is over" Yan Suxuan's face has returned to calm, his blue eyes are faint, his sorrow has dissipated, his face is like a crown of jade, his expression is still the same, and he got up and walked towards the side hall.