Seeing this, the subordinates beside Fu Yuanzhi hurriedly kicked Fu Xuelin out.

The subordinate had already drawn his sword, but suddenly remembered that the other party had just called the adult's cousin, and he didn't dare to swing the knife and cut off the opponent's hand.

Fu Xuelin's whole person was kicked against the wall, and when he fell, he smashed on the table, I have to say that the quality of the furniture in Fan's Mansion is really good, Fu Xuelin's head is bleeding, and the table doesn't even move.

Fu Yuanzhi's hand was drenched in blood, and the dagger stained with his blood was falling to the ground, and when Fu Xuelin flew out just now, he even pulled out the dagger with him.

Fu Yuanzhi looked at the wound blankly, Song Yi on the side came back to his senses and quickly took out the handkerchief from his arms, looked at the dirty handkerchief, thinking that Sister Ah had said that he was afraid that he would be infected, so he snatched the weapon of the person next to him and cut off the curtain on the pillar on the side and bandaged Fu Yuanzhi.

If you want to ask, why don't you ask the people in the court, do you think these big bosses will still wear veils when they go out on a mission to kill people?

Don't even think about it.

"Brother-in-law, there's too much blood, let's go to the hospital first, shall we?" Song Yi said worriedly.

Ma Dan, they haven't broken a layer of skin after being in Dali Temple Prison for so long, but they are red when they come out.

Is the day of the Fan family's rebellion over?

I don't think it counts.

Where is this kind of auspicious day for the zodiac!

After Fu Yuanzhi and Song Yi tied the cloth belt, the person also came back to his senses, his voice couldn't hear the ups and downs, and said slowly: "Wait a while, you go to rest first." ”

Song Yi wanted to say something, and the people on the side made a gesture of invitation to Song Yi.

Fu Yuanzhi didn't want Song Yi to see him next.

Fu Yuanzhi stepped into the light from the moonlight, and the wound on the back of his palm and hand was dyed red on the cloth belt again.

Fu Xuelin, who fell to the ground and didn't get up, wanted to get up in pain, but couldn't find the focus point, so he could only toss back and forth repeatedly.

Fu Yuanzhi tapped on his eardrums and heart with every step he took.

Fu Yuanzhi picked up the bloody dagger on the ground, and then squatted down in front of Fu Xuelin.

Fu Xuelin knew that he couldn't get up at this time, and he didn't want to move anymore.

Fu Yuanzhi used a dagger to pull the hair off Fu Xuelin's face, and his tone was full of doubt: "Why do you want to do this?" ”

A low wry smile came from Fu Xuelin's chest, and that bitter smile was filled with unwillingness, regret, and resentment.

Unwillingly, he finally fell to such a point after ten years of cold window.

Regret is regret that when he saw his mother hit Fu Yuanzhi's head that year, he should have gone up to make up for it, instead of letting him fend for himself in the trap, which caused things to completely deviate from his prediction.

Resentment is resentment that he doesn't miss family affection, and the death of his father and sister are directly related to him!

From then on, he was alone.

Not only did he lose his official position, but he also went to the suburbs of Beijing to become an ordinary farmer, plowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, and his life has been poor ever since.

He can't go back to Big Banyan Village, so there's really no hope at all.

He also complained, complained about God's injustice.

Complain about why there are Song family brothers and sisters around Fu Yuanzhi! Why!

Why are they both on the same path, but the career path is two extremes.

He couldn't tell his bitterness.

"Why? Didn't you know? Fu Xuelin endured the pain, and his voice was snorting uncontrollably with physical pain.

"You're proud now, aren't you? Isn't it exciting? ”

Fu Yuanzhi looked at each other indifferently, Fu Xuelin looked at him and always felt that he could see through himself.

Fu Xuelin said fiercely: "If it weren't for the mistake just now, if I was given a chance to do it again, I would definitely want you to pay for your life." ”

Fu Yuanzhi put the dagger close to Fu Xuelin's left face, and the blood belonging to Fu Yuanzhi slowly flowed from the dagger to his face, sticky and disgusting.

Fu Xuelin said coldly: "What, do you still want to kill your cousin who is related to you now?" ”

Fu Yuanzhi didn't speak, but his actions were telling Fu Xuelin.

A chilling dagger slid from his cheek to the major artery in his neck.

Fu Xuelin felt that the sound of a drum-like heartbeat was all around him at this moment.

Fu Xuelin closed his eyes.

"Let's do it."

Fu Yuanzhi raised his hand, and the blade in his hand was just about to fall, and a female voice that seemed to be able to tear through the night came from far and near, and the voice contained a request for hope in horror and despair.

The blade of the dagger rested on Fu Xuelin's skin.

The moment Fu Xuelin felt the dagger approaching, the blood of the whole person stopped flowing, and the whole person was stiff and unable to move.

Before Fu Xuelin could come back to his senses, he was hugged by a soft and warm hand.

"Xianggong, Xianggong, you can't leave us, you can't ......" Fan said in a choked voice, tears streaming down his face.

Fan attached Fu Xuelin's hand to his stomach, "Here, I have it." Xianggong, promise the concubine not to continue, okay......"

A glimmer of light flashed under Fu Xuelin's eyes, and then disappeared into the darkness.

It's late.

Fu Yuanzhi would not let him go.

Of course, Fan also knew, and she knelt on her knees and kowtowed to Fu Yuanzhi three times.

"Tang, no, Master Fu, he is your blood relative, please let him go!"

After Fan finished kowtowing, seeing that Fu Yuanzhi did not respond, he immediately spoke: "Master Fu, looking at your actions tonight, presumably my father's plan will not come to pass." ”

Fan clenched Fu Xuelin's hand, choked up, and continued to speak: "Xianggong...... Xiang Gong has been depressed since a few years ago, quite depressed and worried, and sighs and sighs to increase his injury. ”

"I know that it is a very bad behavior for Xianggong to stab you tonight, but I know that Xianggong doesn't really want your life."

There was a trace of fluctuation in Fu Yuanzhi's eyes.

Fan Shi seized this fluctuation and hurriedly continued: "You also know, we return to farming, I was born in ......, and there has never been a shortage of people around me. On weekdays, it's good not to say that you can help the minister, and it would be good to be able to control it and not cause trouble for him. ”

"So up and down the house, inside and out, planting wheat, green vegetables, pickles, etc., are all taken care of by the father-in-law."

"Don't be long-winded with me, it is precisely because he has been doing this for the past few years, Xianggong is no longer a scholar who can't carry his hand on his front shoulder, he has a lot of strength, if he really wants your life, this dagger won't just pierce your palm."

With so much foreshadowing in front of her, the last sentence is what she really wants to say.

"In the past few years, Xianggong has been overly distracted, and now that things have come to this point, he has plans to seek death."

"Perhaps, this thought was born earlier, and I am afraid that I have it since I learned that you entered Beijing."

How could Fu Xuelin hide from Fan's pillow person.

He is Fan's world, and his every move can be magnified in Fan's eyes.

His calculations, his dignity, were told by his wife tonight to the people he least wanted the other party to know.

He was now as if his wife had stripped off his clothes one by one to show the enemy, and the feeling of wanting to die immediately made him feel painful.

And he couldn't blame her, she was trying to keep herself alive.

She knows herself, and she doesn't know her.

A wife who has been carefully protecting her face until she falls to the point of surviving in the village, to this point can only force her to abandon everything and ignore it.

It was precisely because he felt her urgency that he could only bear all this silently, even if he had no face or skin, no arrogance of his scholar, and no dignity as a man.

Alas, I wanted to type a lot of words, and suddenly I felt a little nowhere to start......

Now I am more and more convinced that a person's fate can never be decided by himself.