Ye Zhiwei stood in the courtyard, calmly listening to the angry roar of King Nan and the crying of the woman in the room.

Xiaolian and Liu Yan were by her side, along with the guards of the palace and the guards of the regent's palace, everyone remained silent.

The white lanterns hanging under the porch swayed in the night, looking particularly sad.

Listening to the sound in the house, Ye Zhiwei felt that this was a farce in itself.

It allows some people to see everything around them clearly, and it also allows some people to reveal their original posture.

It's just that how to choose next depends on Nanwang himself.

"Vile." Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him, "Go back." He held out a hand to her, and in the dim light, the cold side face of the demon was like frost.

"Wait a minute......" Ye Zhiwei pointed to the room, she still wanted to see this play to the end.

Feng Duhan stepped forward and grabbed her waist, "You have already done what you should say and do, and the rest depends on his own choice." ”

The two of them had just turned around and were about to leave, when they suddenly heard the mournful shouts of Bai Qing and others at the door of the house: "Lord Wang...... Lord, you can't be like this, the concubine has served you for so many years, you drove us away, who will take care of you in the future, Minghui They are your sons, you can't even drive them away together......"

As Bai Qing and the others staggered out of the door, the figure of King Nan also appeared at the door.

"This king is the greatest mercy for sparing your life, as for them, you don't need to worry about it, from now on, if you dare to step into this palace for half a step, this king will not be spared!"

"Father!" Feng Yiyang and the others all knelt on the ground, "The child is wrong, beg the father to spare the child this time......"

The corners of Nanwang's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand to the guards in the courtyard, and several guards rushed up, grabbed Feng Yiyang and the others, and directly pressed them to the ground.

"Looking forward to the death of this king?" King Nan sneered, watching the guards remove their pants in public and start a killing stick.

"Father! Father! ”

"Ask the father to spare the child this time......"

"Father...... The child is wrong, and he will never dare again......"

The sharp screams of the three sons immediately sounded in the courtyard, and the three aunts cried loudly.

If there is someone who doesn't know, listening to this cry, and then looking at the white silk in the courtyard, I must think that it is the king of the south who has returned to heaven.

Feng Duhan raised his sleeves and covered Ye Zhiwei's sight.

Ye Zhiwei was originally looking at Xing's head, watching the buttocks of the three people Bai Huahua being beaten into blood gourds in a blink of an eye, but suddenly her eyes were blocked, and she couldn't help but pout.

"Look what's going on......" she muttered quietly.

"When the heart is in the eye." The wind twilight is cold and cold.

Only then did King Nan find his eldest son, Feng Duhan, standing in the courtyard, holding his princess in his arms, covering her face with his sleeves to prevent her from looking at her.

The mournful and desperate cries of his three sons rang in his ears.

Nanwang frowned slightly, in his memory, there had never been a memory of who the wind and twilight had succumbed to.

Even if he was seriously injured in the barracks and almost died, he never complained to himself about his suffering, never shouted that he was tired.

It turned out that the most worthy of his pride had long been by his side, but he was blinded by lard and mistook fish eyes for jewelry.

Even Ye Zhiwei felt the desolation in Nanwang's eyes, but she didn't even raise her head, grabbed her waist and led her out of the courtyard.

"Are you used to eating here at night?" Feng Duhan whispered to Ye Zhiwei, "Do you want to eat Mingyue Lou's mille-feuille cake?" When we went back, we stopped by to buy some back. ”

Ye Zhiwei's gluttony was immediately hooked, "Okay, I still want to eat lotus leaf steamed cake, I want to add a lot of jujube paste......"

"Got it." The wind and twilight should bear the cold, and the lips gradually soothed, not as cold as just now.

King Nan looked at their silhouettes and tried to speak several times, but from beginning to end, his eldest son did not look at him again.

He was proud of something that his eldest son disdained, and these people ...... But they want to get it at all costs, even if it costs him his life, they don't hesitate to do it.

Nanwang stood there, coldly watching the killing rod hit his three sons, flesh and blood flying, and his heart seemed to sink like the bottom of a lake.

When Ye Zhiwei left the courtyard, she glanced back at Nanwang one last time, only to feel that his gaze was like a small animal about to be abandoned.

He didn't say anything, but he was hoping for a chance to stay, even if it was just to say a word to him......

Ye Zhiwei left the Nanwang Mansion in a carriage.

Twilight ordered the carriage to stop at the bottom of the Mingyue Tower, and he himself entered the building with two guards. Ye Zhiwei had no choice but to sit obediently in the carriage and wait for him to come back with the food box.

The lotus leaf steamed cake was made for a long time, and she had nothing to do, so she picked the curtain and looked at the night scene outside. Before the curfew, the streets were full of people, and it was a bustling scene.

Faintly, she seemed to hear the sound of the bell on the street, crisp, and faint.

"Xiaolian?" She called, "Where's the ring?" ”

Xiaolian and Liu Yan were guarding outside the carriage, and when they heard her question, they said, "Back to the princess, there is a monk on the street, begging for alms." ”

Monk?

Ye Zhiwei looked out the car window.

The bell seemed to sound clearer, and suddenly, she saw a monk in a monk's robe walking across the street, holding a golden steel bell in one hand and a bowl for karma in the other.

"Ding......

The monk shook the golden steel bell in his hand.

Ye Zhiwei's heart suddenly shook for no reason, she was a human being in two lives, and she was extremely sensitive to monks.

"Female benefactor." The monk didn't know when he came to the carriage, and even the guards didn't react, how did this person suddenly appear here.

The monk smiled and stretched out the bowl, "Please ask the female benefactor to give some ......."

Ye Zhiwei only felt that the smile on the monk's face made her feel uncomfortable all over, she subconsciously dodged backwards and called: "Xiaolian." ”

Xiaolian immediately brought a purse, took out a piece of silver and put it in the monk's bowl.

"Thank you, donor." The monk bowed with one hand and recited the Dharma horn.

The guards on the side stepped forward, intending to drive the monk away, and if Feng Duhan came back at this time to let him see, these people would definitely be punished again.

The monk looked at these martial arts practitioners with long swords at their waists and was not afraid, not in a hurry, and said to Ye Zhiwei in the carriage: "The poor monk looks extraordinary in the appearance of the female benefactor, and she has a unique gift. With that, he took something from his waist, raised his hand in the palm of his hand, and moved to the car window.

Ye Zhiwei only glanced at it, and suddenly her face turned pale.

The monk raised his hand in the air, and was not in a hurry to take it back, smiling, and waiting patiently for her to come and get it.

"Xiaolian, collect the things for me." Ye Zhiwei said.

Xiaolian felt that her voice seemed to tremble a little, but in front of outsiders, she couldn't ask, so she had to step forward and take the things in the monk's hand.

The moment Ye Zhiwei took the thing from Xiaolian's hand, she only felt chills all over her body, and her blood seemed to be all coagulated.

She clenched her fists tightly, and from between her fingers, a thin red rope was revealed, and at one end of the red rope was a yellow-green stone......