The Gao family didn't like Gao Ting, so they wished he was dead.

Now that he has made such a mistake, he will not be soft-hearted at all.

On the night of the thunderstorm, Gao Yu was in the ancestral hall, and he was beaten and vomited blood, almost killing him, but in the end, Pingwu somehow managed to escape and save him.

The lightning grew brighter and louder, and the thunder grew louder and louder, followed by raindrops the size of beans rolling down from the sky, making the trees "horn" and "horn".

In the blink of an eye, the raindrops became many silk threads, which hung down from the sky and rushed to the ground.

Behind him was the chasing crowd, in front of him was the mountains and forests of nowhere, Pingwu carried Gao Yu on his back, and ran forward vigorously.

The rain fell, falling like countless fine needles, sprinkled in every corner, the endless peaks, and Pingwu suddenly felt a sense of death.

He was already seriously injured, and the oil lamp had run out, and he couldn't let go of his brother in his heart, so he escaped with the secret method.

Gao Yu is not a fool, seeing him like this at this time, what else does he not know.

This was not the first time he had felt the taste of death, in the previous years, he did not know how many times he had been bullied, beaten and scolded, and how many times he had almost died.

Others only think that he is the son of the Gao family, and seeing that his status is not low, he should be living a good life.

But only Pingwu knows that he is not living well.

Staring at the sky to be so desolate, one by one the mournful cry of the snow bird, swept away obliquely, and the last words before Pingwu's death made Gao Yu a little surprised.

He said with a smile, and he said, "Miss Yan is actually a good girl, I have shown you the eight characters of the birthday, you are very suitable." ”

Pingwu died, one of the few people in the world who regarded him as a relative died, and before he had time to bury him, the people of the Gao family chased after him.

At this time, there are many people with torches, which illuminates the surroundings.

It was raining heavily in the sky, and his body was already drenched, and the group of people who caught up with him didn't seem to be his relatives, not his clansmen, as if they were his enemies, eager to kill him, to curry favor with Chen Fu, and give Chen Fu an explanation.

He laughed and took a few steps back, and it was the cliff.

There seemed to be nothing in the world that could be worthy of his nostalgia, and the heavy rain in his ears suddenly reminded him of that little face.

In this life, I can probably only live up to her.

He picked up Pingwu's body and jumped down the mountain, followed by a sound of surprise.

Lightning and thunder weaved diagonally, and it was two days and two nights, and the rain fell to the ground dripping, as if playing a melodious little song, plucking people's heartstrings.

There was another flash of lightning in the sky, followed by a rumbling thunder, the rain was heavier, the lightning became more and more numerous, and the sound of frogs in the distance mingled.

The rain on the ground sprinkled into the river, the rain hit the river surface and caused a circle of ripples, the big trees sucked the nutrients in the rain, and the drops of crystal clear raindrops were left from the petals, the wind blew more and more fiercely, the rain became heavier and heavier, and lightning crossed the sky, like a golden snake dancing wildly.

"Boom" thunderclap shook the ground and shook the mountains.

Hearing that his cousin fell off a cliff and died, Chen Feng sat in the study and sighed.

He sighed that creation makes people, and it is indeed creation that makes people.

When the weather was almost good, Mrs. Chen thought of so many things that had happened in the house recently, and wanted to use happy events to flush out the bad luck in the house.

She selected two young ladies she was satisfied with from among the ladies of Texas City, and ordered the maid to show her son the portrait of the young lady.

When the portrait was brought over, Chen Feng was sipping tea in the study, and when he saw his mother talking about marriage, he was suddenly a little confused.

He remembered the girl he remembered that he had met in person, stood up, and called someone in.

Soon, Wei Yue entered his study.

"How is Miss Yan doing?"

When Wei Yue heard Childe's words, he quickly knelt on the ground with a snap, how did he know how Miss Yan was doing, wasn't Miss Yan dead?

Chen Feng stared at him, feeling a little strange in his heart, and waited until things were straightened out before he spoke: "A few days ago, there was a girl who claimed to be able to see me, do you remember if she came to the house?"

Wei Yue nodded.

"Have you seen her?"

Wei Yue shook his head, he hadn't seen that girl, he heard that she was a beautiful girl who had not yet come out of the cabinet, how could he be embarrassed to find a reason to come to see her? Besides, he didn't have that mind.

"That person is Miss Yan, she is not dead. ”

Wei Yue was surprised?

Miss Yan is not dead?

That person is Miss Yan?

Chen Feng looked at his stunned appearance, sighed, leaned over on the desk and began to paint a portrait of Yan Qiuluo.

One stroke at a time, quite charming.

When he finished painting, he showed it to Wei Yue, and asked Wei Yue to look for people according to the portrait.

Wei Yue looked at the portrait and was stunned for a while, isn't this the little girl in Lujiang County?

She lied to herself that she was Miss Yan's sister?

Chen Feng saw that his face was wrong, so he asked him, what's the matter?

Wei Yue told him what happened in Lujiang County, and finally said: "Childe, don't blame me for this, I haven't seen what Miss Yan looks like, I don't know that girl is Miss Yan herself, if I knew, I would have taken her to the house at that time." ”

Chen Feng smiled after hearing this, and said, "It's okay, it's good to know that she is not dead, you can send someone to find her and bring her to see me." ”

After Wei Yue heard this, his face changed a little worse.

Recently, there have been a lot of things in the house, and he is busy with the affairs of Lujiang County, so he knows some things, but he doesn't think about Miss Yan.

A few days ago, there were two men dressed elegantly and didn't look like bad people, but who knew that they were going up the mountain to kill a little girl, and they kept saying that the girl had killed a group of their brothers.

Later, when I was questioned, I learned that the two men were in the same group as the original burning of Miss Yan's house, and the woman who claimed to be Miss Yan's sister was injured in the arm at that time, and she hid outside and saw him, her face was pale.

At that time, he still saw his cousin supporting the girl, because the girl had told him that it was Miss Yan's sister, and he thought that the thieves wanted to avenge his brother, so he wanted to kill Miss Yan's sister?

God, his mind is a little out of turns.

He thought for a while and said, "Childe, there was a case recently, and I didn't have time to tell you. ”

"What case?"

Chen Feng took the teacup, took a sip, and listened to Wei Yue's answer.

Wei Yue was already ready to be scolded, and said honestly: "A few days ago, there was a case in Lujiang County, two strange men went to a bamboo garden on the mountain and wanted to kill a girl. ”

"The girl was not dead, she was saved, but her arm was wounded, and her face was pale. ”

When the two men were sent into the yamen, they said that to get rid of the girl was to avenge their brother, and that the girl was Miss Yan. ”

"Yes...... I thought that the girl was Miss Yan's sister, and I didn't think much about it. ”