In the darkroom, there are no windows, and it is not clear that day and night are not clear, and the narrow 'cramped' space can torture people in minutes. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast.

In the interrogation room outside the dark room, He Changdi sat at the head of the case with a cold face, waving his hand to the Lai Yue beside him.

"Bring it out. ”

After a while, the two guards who followed behind Lai Yue took out a half-dead man and threw him at He Changdi's feet.

This person is wearing a blue 'color' dress, his hair is scattered, his face is white and haggard, his eyes are even more empty, and his thin waist is as soft as no bones, who else can he be if he is not a lucky goose.

Fu Yan was stunned, lying on the floor of the trial room where there were still dried bloodstains, as if the whole person had been 'drained' of his soul.

He Saburo lowered his eyes, and his cold gaze fell on Fu Yan's body, "Say, who instructed you to do this?"

Fu Yan trembled, and when he heard He Changdi's question, he seemed to wake up from a dream in an instant.

She raised her embarrassed and dirty cheeks, and begged for mercy with a frightened look in her eyes: "Third Young Master, please, don't lock the slave in that black 'hole' and 'hole' room, the slave and maid will say anything, as long as you want to know, the slave and maid will say anything!"

After finishing speaking, a foul smell suddenly came from Fu Yan's body, which was caused by an emotional breakdown and physical incontinence......

Lai Yue suddenly covered his nose in disgust.

A quarter of an hour later, He Changdi came out of the interrogation room first.

He wore a black robe, standing with his hands under the porch, staring at the increasingly dense night 'color', and his straight and long back looked more and more lonely under the hazy light shadow.

Lai Yue also walked under the porch.

"Third Young Master, she doesn't know who this person is except that she knows that someone has notified her of the news. The letter was when the old Dingyuan Marquis was on his birthday, and someone gave the three *** a special 'door', but it happened that she was the chosen messenger. However, she kept the letter herself and never 'handed over' to the three 'milks' and 'milk'. Lai Yue reported the situation to He Changdi in detail.

The corners of He Changdi's mouth raised a cold arc, Xiao Wujing was really pervasive!

Lai Yue didn't hear the master speak, hesitated for a moment, and still asked: "Fu Yan has no value anymore, what should I do with it?"

He Changdi's index finger 'touched' the green 'jade' wrench on the thumb of his left hand, and the magnetic 'sex' voice couldn't hear any emotion, but it inexplicably made people chill, "Solve." ”

Lai Yue was only stunned for a second when he heard this answer, and he had already reacted, he nodded, "Then 'hand' it over to the little one." ”

After following He Changdi for so many years, the more he knows what the word "solve" in the master's mouth means, although he feels that this method seems a little ruthless, but it is undoubtedly the best way. For a traitor whose heart is bigger than the sky, death is her best destination.

He Changdi bowed slightly, and walked towards the front yard of the 'private' house, where there was still someone waiting for him, and he was going to clean up all these accounts today!

In the 'flower' hall, there were already two people sitting.

When He Changdi arrived, the subordinates standing guard in front of the 'flower' hall and the 'door' were silently clasping their fists and saluting him.

Walking into the 'flower' hall, Xiao Hong's 'jade' had already greeted him in advance.

He smiled silly, "Brother He, since you are here, this person will be 'handed over' to you, and the younger brother will go first." ”

He Changdi patted him on the shoulder.

After a while, only he, Mo Chenggui, and Huang Zhijian were left in the entire 'flower' hall.

He Saburo walked to the main seat and sat down, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised for the first time, such a strange smile not only did not add the slightest beauty to his cool cheeks, but made people feel a chill down his spine.

"Uncle Mo, Uncle Huang, sit down. ”

Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian had already stood up when He Changdi came in.

In the face of the strong aura of the third young master, although the two of them have also been on the battlefield for a long time, they just lack that breathtaking momentum.

This directly led to emotional tension between the two.

Although they know that such emotions are the most important for them, it is like a 'stress' response made by the body, which is completely uncontrollable.

Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian glanced at each other suspiciously, and then sat down with some apprehension.

There was no one else in the 'flower' hall, the three of them sat almost face to face, and the silence in the entire 'flower' hall was as if a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Sometimes the more silence there is, the more nerve-making it is.

I didn't hear He Changdi speak for a long time, and the two couldn't help it.

Mo Chenggui was the first to speak: "I don't know what the third young master invited us here for today?"

He Changdi's deep eyes glanced at him, "Why did I invite Uncle Mo to come, is it true that Uncle Mo doesn't have any money in his heart?"

Mo Chenggui's scarred face trembled, and after He Changdi's slightly mocking words, his heart chuckled.

He thought of a possibility, and suddenly looked at He Changdi with wide eyes in surprise.

"Yes...... Are there three 'milks' and 'milk'?"

"Although Uncle Mo is old, he remembers 'sex' well. ”

As soon as He Changdi admitted, the sweat on his forehead suddenly came out like water, and it was obviously still a cold 'spring' night in the early 'spring', but Mo Chenggui's underwear was already wet with sweat.

Half an hour later, the sound of horses' hooves sounded at the door of the 'private' house, and He Changdi turned over on his horse with a 'colored' brocade cloak, and left quickly with his own people, disappearing at the end of the dark street.

Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian stood at the "door" of the "private" house, and the two of them were also leading a horse, but obviously their faces were ugly to death.

The dim light in front of the 'private' house 'door' sprinkled on the faces of the two, and Mo Chenggui's scarred face seemed to be 'covered' with a layer of sallow straw paper.

He muttered like a force, "It's over, it's over, it's all over, brother, this time it's for your brother to affect you." ”

What else can Huang Zhijian say, just shook his head and smiled bitterly, this time it is indeed Mo Chenggui's pot, the most taboo and disloyal, although his starting point is good, but he told the old lady about such an uncertain thing, this is indeed a stupid trick.

There are generals in the families of military generals with a little background, and their generation of generals basically follow the old uncle, which is the oldest and most respected 'wave'.

After the family will make an alliance with the head of the family, it will be three generations of masters, otherwise it will be regarded as a betrayal, and it seems that the family that follows will suffer, but in fact, it is not.

Once he becomes the general of a general, the head of the family has to protect the future of three generations of generals.

When the head of a clan is transposed, the family will directly follow the next head of the family, and the bloody oath is still valid.

Huang Zhijian and Mo Chenggui knew that the next head of the Jing'an Mansion would be either the second young master or the third young master.

The eldest young master only found an idle position in Beijing, and he will inherit the title in the future, it is impossible to be the next generation of family heads, and the family will be at the behest of the family master, not the heir to inherit the title.

If there are special circumstances, it is also possible that it is a person who inherits the title and the position of the head of the family, such as Jing Anbo.

It's just that according to this momentum, the possibility that the next head of the He family will be the third young master is very 'sexual'.

Once it is confirmed that it is the third young master and Mo Chenggui has done such a thing, it is certain that the relationship between them and the third young master can only be nullified.

This is also a disguised burial of the future of three generations of their family.

The future of a family of more than a dozen people is just because of a sentence, and it is really a disaster from the mouth.

Things have happened, even if Mo Chenggui regrets it now, it is useless.

When He Saburo returned to Jing'anbo's Mansion, it was already the time of Hai.

In the Dawu Dynasty, it was already the time to fall asleep at night.

Entering Songtao Garden, He Changdi also learned that Chu Lian had just fallen asleep, and Mama Zhong was cleaning up with a casserole.

He Saburo sensitively smelled the smell of grass 'medicine' in the casserole, frowned and asked, "What is this?"

Mama Zhong was full of smiles, "The old slave gave the soup stewed to the three 'milk' and 'milk' to replenish the body." The third young master can rest assured, Fang Zi has already shown it to Doctor Miao, no problem, this soup is also cooked by the old slave himself every day. ”

Hearing Mama Zhong's assurance, He Changdi was relieved.

"The third young master just came back from outside, and it's not too early at this time, but do you want to have some supper?"

He Changdi shook his hand, untied the cloak on his body, handed it to Mama Zhong, and entered the inner room.

He has been out of the house for most of the day, but he hasn't seen that little face for most of the day, and He Saburo thinks about it very much.

He paused at the 'door' of the inner bedroom, and then walked straight to the bedroom.

There was a dim light in the bedroom, and he could see everything in the room.

He Saburo walked directly to the 'bed' with his long 'legs', and reached out to pick up the gauze tent on the side of the 'bed'.

I saw that there was only a small bag bulging in the middle of the wide 'bed'.

He Changdi looked at the bulging bag, and the cold 'color' in the depths of his eyes slowly melted, and even brought a smile.

He sat down gently on the edge of the bed, pulled down the quilt, and soon saw a soft little face that was red from sleep.

The night of early 'spring' was as cold as water, Chu Lian was most afraid of the cold, and the bedding before going to bed was obviously heated by the geese, but after she lay in, it didn't take long for her to get cold again.

This villain seems to have been born made of ice cubes, sleeping in a warm quilt for a night, and his hands and feet are still cold.

Chu Lian was draped with a soft black hair, and there were a few strands of messy 'messy' covering her little face, He Changdi reached out and smoothed the hair on her cheeks, and gently dropped a 'kiss' on her cheeks, and then 'touched' her hands and feet under the brocade quilt.

Sure enough, it was as cold as he thought.

He Changdi frowned, covered her with a quilt, and then went to the clean room to wash and change clothes.

As soon as he left, Chu Lian opened her eyes, she reached out and 'touched' the place where she had just been kissed by He Changdi, the corners of her mouth raised, and then she smashed her mouth twice and really fell asleep.

After He Changdi washed up quickly, he came back and gently lifted the quilt and took Chu Lian, who was curled up under the futon, into his arms.

With a wide and safe 'chest' and a familiar and elegant aroma, Chu Lian naturally attached himself to the past and buried himself in He Changdi's arms.

Both of them are wearing thin bedclothes, and they are just round rooms, so it is inevitable that they will be a little uncontrollable to hug each other so intimately.

Chu Lian fell asleep, but he didn't feel anything, he just used He Changdi as a pillow that would heat up.

This is bitter for He Saburo.

Wen Xiang Soft 'Jade' is in his arms, he can't do anything yet, he really has to grit his teeth for forbearance.