"Mistress, it's here."

A respectful voice came. Maybe it's because the night is thick and the moonlight is too shallow, and the petite body that walks in front, just at the corner of the temple and the shadows of the trees, looks very gloomy at this moment.

Feng Wan replied absentmindedly, she frowned and asked, "Fu'er, where is the master?" Take me to my husband. Hey, it's so quiet here. ”

The servant girl Fu'er, who had been with her for three years and had been loyal, heard the uneasiness in her tone, bit her lip and looked around for a while, and suddenly pointed in the direction of the left and shouted: "Ah, there is a light there, and the lord must be there." ”

Feng Wan was in a hurry, and he didn't think much about it when he heard the words, so he lifted his skirt and rushed over in a hurry. As soon as she stepped into the hall, she called out in a clear voice: "Master? Husband? ”

After calling twice, the man's painful gasps could be faintly heard in the hall. Feng Wan's heart tightened, stretched out his hand to push open the door of the hall, and stepped in.

The hall is very large, the clay statue is tall and majestic, and the butter lamp is looking down on the two women in compassion. Feng Wan saw at a glance that under the statue, there was a young man lying vaguely acquainted. She hurriedly ran, rushed to the man's knees, stretched out her hand to stroke the man's face, and called in a panicked voice: "Master, master? ”

Just as her outstretched hand had just touched the man's face, the man who had curled up in a ball suddenly turned up, stretched out his hands like lightning, and clasped her arms at the same time.

He pulled her hard, causing Feng Wan to fall into his arms involuntarily. I saw the man's right hand pull her jade belt, and he tore it so hard. The sound of the cloth breaking came, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Wan's belt fell off, his robe was torn, and the delicate and crystalline skin around his waist exuded an alluring luster under the butter lamp.

didn't wait for Feng Wan to react. The man was already moving his hands in unison, tearing them several times.

In just a blink of an eye, Feng Wan's robe was already torn, the red lacing of the profane clothes fell off, and the full and round jade breasts gave the man a straight grip.

This change was extremely sudden, Feng Wan screamed and hissed, "You, you are not the master. Kankan shouted these words, and her mouth was covered from behind. The voice of her most trusted maidservant, Fu'er, came clearly from behind her, "Don't touch it, hurry up." ”

The man on his body smiled lewdly: "What are you anxious about? He moved his hands together, rubbed the breasts heavily, and sighed, "Good skin, good Naiko!" Tsk, no wonder, really no wonder. ”

He praised a few times, pushed and pulled Feng Wan with both hands, and then turned over and sat on top of her. His right hand fixed Feng Wan's struggling hands, and he moved his hands in unison, tearing off the rest of her robe.

At this moment, Feng Wan's hands were grabbed, his feet were pressed, and the screams and begging for mercy in his mouth were also covered. She struggled indiscriminately, but her body was thin and weak, where could she struggle? After just one effort, he was out of breath and his hair was full of green silk.

At this moment, the maidservant girl who was tightly covering Feng Wan's lips loosened her hands and hurriedly flashed behind the idol. Feng Wan's cry for help didn't have time to exit, only a deep sound of "bang-" was heard, and the door of the meditation room was slammed open by several people. Five or six people poured in.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

After a while, a woman rushed forward like crazy, she kicked the man on Feng Wan's body away with punches and kicks, took off her robe and put it on Feng Wan, then grabbed Feng Wan's long hair, and scolded angrily: "Mrs. Zhao, you are so shameless!" ”

This shrill voice broke the silence, and another young woman's voice with anger in her grace came, "Mrs. Zhao, your husband values you so much, and you actually do such a reluctant thing in this temple, under the statue of a god?" Aren't you afraid of the Bodhisattva's misfortune? ”

A dignified middle-aged man looked away in disgust, waved his right hand, and shouted, "What are you still stunned for?" Drag up this shameless, blasphemous slut! ”

The two of them answered, and as soon as they took a step, the middle-aged man gasped and shouted loudly: "Drag that adulterer out and cut it down!" ”

Almost as soon as his voice landed, "Brush-" The sword was unsheathed, the cold light flashed, and the man exclaimed urgently: "Wait, you answer。。。。。。 Before he could finish speaking, the sword light had arrived. I could only hear a "porphyry", and the man's screams stopped abruptly.

It was only after shaking for a while, staring wide-eyed, the corpse of the dead man that he fell to the ground with a bang.

In the thick blood, Feng Wan turned Mu Ran's eyes, and she turned her head to stare at everyone.

His eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the room one by one, and Feng Wan stared fixedly at the graceful and beautiful girl five steps away. Staring at her, Feng Wan smiled sadly, and the words he spit out were hoarse, but calm, "Does Zhao Lang know?" ”

She stared at the girl and took a step forward, perhaps because her expression was too calm, maybe her smile was creepy, and the girl couldn't help but take three steps back.

Feng Wan stared straight at her, and asked hoarsely again, "Does Zhao Lang know about tonight's incident?" ”

The girl took a few steps in succession, until her body hit the wall and there was no way back. She glanced around, and when she saw that there were many people on her side, she made up her mind.

Turning around, she glared at Feng Wan and screamed, "What nonsense are you talking about? You shameless slut, you have a private meeting with a man here, and you dare to talk nonsense? Someone, cut this slut! ”

Behind the girl, a shrewd and mean-looking young woman in her twenties screamed, "How can you cheapen her by doing such an ugly thing in front of the idol?" Gotta strip her naked and parade through the streets! ”

As soon as the young woman's voice fell, the majestic middle-aged man frowned, he looked at Feng Wan sadly, and shouted, "Don't say it!" "Gritting his teeth, his voice was full of weakness," Awan 。。。。。。 This slut has done such shameless and shameless things. However, over the years, she has also endured hardships for Jun'er. ”

He turned to Feng Wan and persuaded in a low voice, "Let's give her to Jun'er." He turned around, this is the important place of the temple, if those bald people find out about the ugly things here, I am afraid that the sky will be turned upside down. It's better to leave quickly.

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, Feng Wan already sneered. Her gaze turned to the murderous graceful girl, to the guards who were carrying swords and approaching her step by step. The middle-aged man was kept in the dark, but she understood: this time, she was certain to die! The woman would never allow herself to step out of this meditation room.

Feng Wan stretched out his right hand and took his saber from the hand of a guard who approached.

The guard glanced at the graceful girl on the other side and let Feng Wan take the sword away.

Feng Wan reversed his right hand and put the sword on his neck. She held her head high, stared at the girl for a moment, grinned with snow-white teeth, and Feng Wan said hoarsely and slowly: "Chen Ya, don't be complacent, in less than five years, you will die without a place to be buried!" ”

Speaking of this, she looked up and smiled, and with her right hand on her neck, in an instant, blood was like a flower, falling like rain under the butter lamp.

With a bang, Feng Wan's body fell to the ground. Under the dim light, she should have been blind, but she smiled at the corner of her mouth.

Such a night, such a strange smile, made the graceful girl Chen Ya shudder. She hurriedly withdrew backwards and said in a loud voice, "Hurry up, hurry up." ”

With the middle-aged man's sigh, several guards lifted Feng Wan and the man's bodies and walked out.

The shrewd and mean-looking young woman caught up with Chen Ya, she carefully looked at Chen Ya's expression, and said uneasily: "Aya, that Feng Wan has always been smart, has a lot of means, and is extremely accurate. Her last words won't be anything。。。。。。 ”

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Ya had already screamed: "There will be nothing!" With a wave of her right hand, she interrupted the young woman's words, and there was resentment in her gaze that could not be concealed.

Chen Ya screamed, "She's dead!" She's dead, don't you see? She's dead! ”

The night wind is fluttering, and the sound of 'dead' is like the Zen incense in the temple, endlessly, for a long time.

。。。。。。。

"Madame, ma'am."

Shaking again and again, Feng Wan screamed, turned over and sat up.

In the candlelight, her gaze was so terrifying that the maid was so frightened that she took a few steps back before she squeezed out a smile and said, "Madam, you have a nightmare again." ”

"Nightmares again?"

Feng Wan asked in a hoarse voice and a little trembling.

"Yes, what's wrong with you, ma'am, these nightmares have been like this all these nights?"

Feng Wan didn't answer, she turned her head and looked at the room quietly. Looking at her strange appearance, it was as if this place had not been seen in years, many years.

The maidservant looked at her and thought uneasily, "Madame, what's the matter?" I was awakened by nightmares for several nights, and it was like this.

She was thinking about it, and Feng Wan had already stepped out of bed. The maidservant hurriedly stepped forward and draped her robe over her back.

Feng Wan sat down on the collapse in a trance, glanced around again, and said in a low voice: "The day before yesterday, Feng'er's mother really passed away?" ”

In the past two days, Madame has asked this question five times. The maid pursed her lips, and finally replied respectfully, "Yes." Passed by. ”

"Was he poisoned by Feng'er's sister-in-law?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The maidservant replied here, and looked cautiously at Feng Wan again. Seeing her eyes staring straight ahead, still looking in a trance, she couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking: Madame, is she really evil? Lord Lang will have to mention this matter to him when he comes back tomorrow.

Feng Wan looked at the layout in the room again, looked at it carefully, and slowly stood up.

She lowered her head, let Qingsi drape her cheeks, and looked at her own reflection on the floor, her voice regained peace and composure, "Lord Lang will be back tomorrow, right?" ”

"Yes."

"I have nightmares, Hugh told him."

The maid was stunned for a while, and then responded: "Yes." ”

Feng Wan raised his head.

At this moment, her eyes returned to their usual tranquility and depth. Feng Wan's eyes have always had a calming power, and this moment is no exception. Looking at the lady who had returned to normal, the maid secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, she faintly felt that the lady seemed to have changed a little.

Facing the handmaiden's concerned eyes, Feng Wan waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Go out." I'm fine. ”

"Yes. Madam. ”

There was a "squeak", and the door was gently closed by the maidservant. It wasn't until her footsteps faded away that Feng Wan raised her head.

She looked at the door quietly, and for a while, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and the voice she spit out was even softer than a whisper, "Does the Bodhisattva also know that I am unwilling in my heart, so he allows me to be reborn?" ”

For several nights, it was not until tonight that she dreamed of the cause of her death, and she fully believed that what was in her dream was what was in the future.