Dreams are like needles and threads, sealing her pain one by one.

Even in a coma, Ping Yan slept extremely unsteadily, crying and shouting, as if her tears could not be exhausted. Shen Dashao listened to her keep calling her mother, father, brother, and even brother Kyushu.

As the sun rose, she awoke from her dream and opened her eyes suddenly. In the fiery red curtain, she was like a dead corpse, her facial features were stiff, and only those eyes were wide open, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets. In her dark eyes, the red tent was like blood and fire, embedded in her pupils, as if it was a splash of blood.

Suddenly, she sat up straight, raised her head mechanically, stared at the top of the tent, screamed as if she was crazy, hid in the foot of the bed with the quilt in her arms, and shook her head in despair incessantly, and kept slapping around.

"Don't burn, don't burn......"

Don't burn it, his father and brother are still in the house.

Shen Dashao remembered her reaction in the courtyard, and saw her when he saw the red tent, and guessed that she must have an abnormal fear of fire. He raised his arm, grabbed the corner of the tent, and tore it off, and suddenly the tent was thrown to the ground.

She curled up in a small corner, no more crying, no more fuss. After a long time, she suddenly jumped up from the bed, like a scorpion with a venomous needle arched, and slammed straight out the door.

The moment he passed by, Shen Dashao grabbed her wrist with his backhand and dragged her back with an irresistible domineering force. She was in a hurry, her brain was blank, she almost didn't think about it, and slapped her without hesitation. He quickly deflected half of his face, but Ping Yan used full brute force, although the palm brushed his face lightly, it was like a thorny thorn, making a crisp wave.

The air is like a gel, as if everything is fixed, only the sound of the old bell, old and ethereal, tireless.

The sunlight outside the green screen window leaked in and sprinkled on his back in pieces, and his tall figure covered Ping Yan's body, covering her in the coldness of the bone. She raised her eyes, her eyebrows were charming, her nose and lips were straight, and she met him impartially. There were still tears in her eyes, rippling like waves, Shen Dashao remembered the day she poisoned him in the back garden, and she was also like this, and the monstrous anger in her heart was unbearable, but somehow, she was half doused by the tears in her eyes.

Shen Dashao unconsciously tightened the fingers on her wrist and strangled them tightly.

Ping Yan woke up from that slap, and was finally defeated in the dark and cool abyssal eyebrows on his side. The expression on her face changed one after another, stunned, shocked, and finally only guilt covered her face.

"I'm sorry, I ......," she muttered, the apology on her face at a glance, the second half of the explanation was missing from her clenched lips and teeth, and after a moment she spoke firmly, "If you slap me, I will pay you back." ”

She rushed out of the door just now to seek revenge on Dong Guosheng.

Revenge, these two words, were her mission in the second half of her life, which overwhelmed her mind.

Shen Dashao stared at the right side of her face, and saw that on the white porcelain-like pure and dust-free skin, the pair of heaven-given and charming peach blossom eyes only looked awe-inspiring and fierce at the moment. He was a little curious, he had never seen a woman with such a heroic and wonderful color in her eyes, and she was a little funny, and when she confessed her mistake and was punished, she also pulled out such a posture of looking at death as if she were at home, and letting you pick it up.

"What about the second young master? Is the second young master back? Ping Yan realized it and tugged at the heartstrings.

Shen Dashao let go of her wrist at this time, and happened to see that her white wrist had been imprinted with a few bruises and coarse marks, she only glanced at it hastily, but she didn't care, and she didn't seem to feel pain. He was amazed at her patience, and became more and more interested in her master, Liu Sanchun, who had been with her for eight years. What kind of effort did he put into it, and what kind of purpose did he hold to cultivate such a famous actor who is not like an actor?

He believed that in the details that she didn't notice, only from Liu Sanchun's mouth could she pry out something interesting.

"Where's Shen Yuchen?" Ping Yan couldn't wait to answer, inexplicably restless.

"My second brother, since he was a child, he has a lot of ideas, cunning like a fox, my father said that he never refused to be attentive to his business, and he is very proficient in things like playthings like spending time and drinking, but in my opinion, he has a lot of fame in his head. In the eight years he has been abroad, there are many secrets that the Shen family does not know. Shen Dashao paced to the window, quietly facing the morning light, leisurely with his hands behind his back, the voice was ethereal and roundabout, meaningless, it seemed to be soaked in frost and dew, with a bit of material and a sigh, and fell heavily on Ping Yan's ears.

He remembered that Shen Yuchen seemed to be burning jade last night, but in fact there were other hidden methods, and he also remembered that he was in Fuchunju, and he casually sold a check for 100,000 yuan.

Ping Yan saw that he was trapped in remembrance, although he did not answer the truth, but he was also steady and casual, guessing that it was Shen Yuchen It should be no big deal.

Shen Dashao pushed open the door, and the light poured in through the cracks in the gradually open door, encompassing the brightness of the room. He was wearing an ordinary trench coat and trousers, and his heroic and upright silhouette almost melted into the sunlight.

He turned his head, his eyebrows were like the high doors and deep mansions of a heavy courtyard and a heavy house, as if the warmth of this spring only hit his body shallowly, but it was powerless to penetrate, and his eyes were still shrouded in boundless fog and headless abyss.

"Come along, let's go and see what stage my second brother wants to set up and sing?"

After Ping Yan fell into a coma yesterday, Major Shen Da carried her all the way to the nearest inn, and after placing her, he never stepped out of the house again. The attendant had been waiting outside from the third watch to the early morning, and suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and hurriedly greeted him, and saw Shen Dashao walking in front with an indifferent face, followed by Ping Yan, who was also walking in the same direction.

For the sake of this woman, Da Shao did unbelievable things one after another, and Xu himself did not realize it. The attendant followed to the side, his eyes were like a dragonfly, and he left a few stays on Ping Yan's body, full of scrutiny. Ping Yan noticed the undisguised gaze in front of her, thinking it was Li Yong, but when she looked up, she saw that it was a face-to-face attendant. She looked back, but she didn't see Li Yong's figure, and couldn't help but wonder, if it weren't for the tricky moment, wouldn't he have always been inseparable from Shen Dashao?

The car stopped at the door, and after the three of them got into the car, they went straight to the Lin family mansion.

The Lin Family Mansion was built as a Chinese concession, continuously occupying the entire section of Chang'an Road, which can be described as a pavilion and magnificent. From a distance, the main building in the middle is a four-story western-style house, with blue bricks and red tiles, and several towers and spires. The Chinese pavilion of white marble, the Western-style garden fountain, and the statue rockery, in the mutual shadowing, a flower and a leaf seem to be a luxury that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Shen Dashao handed out a gilded invitation from the car window, and the guard's sentry took a look, hurriedly stood up and saluted, nodded and waved to let him go. The car slowly drove into the gate, and the busy servants were in good order, leading the waves of nobles into the hall. The car is like flowing water, the voices of people are bustling, and at a glance, everywhere is jeweled and well-dressed. Ping Yan leaned on the back seat, looking at the guests who were chatting happily everywhere, Shen Dashao's words were like magic sounds, resounding in her ears over and over again.

What kind of platform? What kind of drama to sing? The meaning of Shen Dashao's words is clear, that is, he knows that Shen Yuchen has his own plans, but he doesn't know what Shen Yuchen's plans are? If Shen Yuchen was rescued last night, Ping Yan believed that he must have many ways to pry Shen Yuchen's mouth open, but he didn't bring Shen Yuchen back, perhaps, Shen Yuchen himself wanted to take risks and was unwilling to come back.

"The second young master didn't come back at all, and he was still in the hands of that group of kidnappers, right!" Ping Yan opened her mouth coldly, and her voice was like a hammer shattering the ice surface, full of anger.

The car stopped in the shade of the sycamore, and Li Yong got out of the car with interest.

Shen Dashao took out a cigarette, lit it, pinched it between his rough but slender fingers, the cigarette butt was a little faint spark, and a thin smoke curled up, and suddenly the entire enclosed space smoked a thick tobacco gas. In the rearview mirror, his eyes were reflected, like thick ink, and they were terrifyingly cold.

"Those kidnappers are no ordinary people." He hooked his lips coldly, pulled over the car mirror above his head, and Ping Yan's face suddenly appeared on the clear lens, he stared at Ping Yan in the mirror, because of a night of fatigue, the bloodshot in his eyes was as dense as a spider's web, "How can my brother be willing to come back, I'm afraid you don't know that he wants to borrow the hands of these kidnappers to achieve himself." ”

Just last night, when the kidnappers were at the end of their ropes, he clearly saw Shen Yu slapping the kidnappers' hands and pointing the gun in his hand at his head, faking the illusion of being abducted and detained, and helping the kidnappers escape under their noses.

Now the north is difficult to suppress, the warlord factions in the provinces and regions have self-respect, amassed wealth into mountains, and have become independent, what can make the high-level leaders in the north heart is nothing more than Qingzhou, a treasure land connecting the north and south transportation fortresses, to completely block Lin Heng's heart of independence, and the most effective way is to remove Lin Heng's gold and silver mountains and prevent the trade monopoly cooperation between the three giants of Qingzhou. In turbulent times, there are constant changes in political power, far from being pragmatic with money, even if you are heroic, no money is no soldier, and you are just a white-clothed prime minister, so you can't make much waves.

In fact, Shen Dashao's guess is not far from ten, those kidnappers just want to use Shen Yuchen as a way. He had to think of the murder case of Fu Chunju, and expected that Liu Muyun, the secretary who came all the way from thousands of miles, would definitely make a big fuss about it.

Once his conjecture comes true, then Ping Yan will become the only way for him to turn the tables against the wind.

Ping Yan was about to get out of the car, he drank her in advance, threw away a burden, and said lightly: "It's really unseemly for you to dress like this, Li Yong took your clothes last night, and there are many empty servants' rooms in the bamboo forest behind the mansion, you go there and change them." ”

It was the luggage she had brought with her, and there were no important items in it. She lowered her head and looked at the cheongsam she was wearing, it was really tattered, muddy and dirty, so she unscrewed the rear car door with her baggage, just stepped on the ground with one foot, thought for a moment, or looked at his eyes in the rearview mirror, and said thank you softly.