Before the age of twenty-one.

In the back garden of Song Tower, see the strange stone rockery, hear the sound of the warbler and swallow language; the ancient vine is shaped like a pan, the shade is like a canopy, but it is more lush than what the five deer hun came out of the secret road after many years.

In the empty space in the garden, Qin Yingxiu's eyebrows were frowned, her peach cheeks were dyed red, and her two palms were put on her shoulders and backs, and she was concave in front of her, and she was anxious to hide the stunned look on her face, shook her head and trembled, and said in a low voice: "I... My son...... This is... Why ......"

Qin Ying was about a foot away, standing a son, looking at the appearance of the crown. The whole body is plain white, with the hands behind him, the eyebrows are long, and the nose and mouth are square. This one is Rong Jianmao, the son of Qin Ying and the father of Rong Huan.

On one side, a wooden chair was parked, and there was an ignorant and ignorant human stick on it, which was the ancestor of Rong Huan and the husband of Qin Ying.

Not far away, a woman in Chinese clothes was very frightened, her shoulders trembled slightly, her head was dizzy, and she retreated three or five times, but her mind was chaotic, her thinking was incomplete, she turned it upside down and couldn't make up her mind, and she had to carefully protect a child in front of her, and gently patted the child's back, and whispered a nursery rhyme in her mouth, "The donkey is spotted, and the foot is on Nanshan." Nanshan Beidou, raising domestic dogs. The dog grinds the noodles, and the thirty bows and arrows ......"

The child looked at the appearance of only one or two years old, his skin was like tender fat, his arms were like lotus roots, and he listened to the woman in gorgeous clothes humming, dancing happily on the one hand, and babbling on the other hand, I don't know what it means to be harmonious.

This big and small one is the young Rong Huan son and his mother.

"That blind maid has been clicked on by me, and for a while, he can't move. ”

Qin Ying's eyelashes trembled slightly, the corners of her lips twitched, and she smiled quite unnaturally.

"My son, your father's health is not good, and he cannot stand the cold. Why do you have to be so disturbed and so indifferent?"

Rong Jianmao heard this, hooked the corner of his lips, but touched the saber to his waist with one palm, the cold light on the blade flashed, and the eyes were like a shadow covering the sun, and there was no trace of brightness.

"The old father is no longer happy to sing, how can he lack the gift of the province anymore?" As soon as the words fell, Rong Jianmao's face was ruthless, the kiss opened slightly, and he sneered and said: "Why don't you want to think about it, when did that maid fall into my way?" Rong Jianmao snorted a little heavily, raised his eyebrows and looked at the rockery vine behind Qin Ying, hummed, turned his wrist slightly, stood up with the head of the knife, and said slowly: "Mother doesn't want to think about it, that maid is not moving, just now, who opened the secret door for you?"

Hearing this, Qin Ying couldn't help but swallow her saliva, her eyelashes tightened, and the blood and qi around her body immediately steamed, so she was not anxious.

Rong Jianmao didn't wait for Qin Ying's response, his eyes closed slightly, and he smiled mournfully: "You and that person in the secret door just now, you and I are inseparable." Outside the door, I heard it very well. How can he be so dry in the back of people, and he can't make friends with Li Siyou and return to Xianghan together;

Hearing this, Qin Ying's brain was hot, her eyes were dark, she took a few steps back, stood sideways, and hurriedly put her five fingers on the rockery, so that she grabbed it, and stabilized her body for the time being.

"When are you...... When to ......"

"When will there be a check?" With a pounce, Rong Jianmao threw the single knife to the ground, took off two palms, and hugged his arms forward. "So far, my mother can acquiesce so lightly that she doesn't even bother to spend money on her lips and tongue to defend herself?"

As soon as these words fell, Qin Ying eased her nerves, brushed her sideburns with one palm, and opened her mouth slightly, it was rare to say anything, but she couldn't take her eyes off it, and she only stared at the wooden chair and couldn't stop it.

Seeing this, Rong Jianmao thought he understood, first slapped his palm, laughed coldly, and then suddenly became stunned, walking back and forth in the open space in front of him, walking around the single knife that was inserted on the ground just now, walking around in a circle, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks I don't know;

This snapping sound made Rong Huanniang's eyes widen, and her whole body instantly turned into a paper figure with a paste lamp, a puppet with a string, and her arms were clamped, and she unconsciously tightened the child in her arms.

At this time, Rong Huan seemed to be aroused by the sound of the palm, grabbed the bun on the top of his mother's head with one hand, knocked it in front of him with the other hand, gasped for two breaths, and said in his mouth: "Home... Domestic Dog ...... Grinding ...... Mountain... Rocks... Bow and arrow......"

As he spoke, his face was flushed with a little red, mixed with a little sweat, and the color was the same as the radish that would be washed and shiny.

Rong Jianmao could hear Rong Huan's laughter, and his body couldn't help but soften, one side of his cheek, and his orbit was crystal clear, "Huan'er, be obedient." ”

Seeing this, Qin Ying's lips were furled, and her words were like dumplings in a teapot, wanting to pour her stomach, but it was difficult to show it.

Mao'er...... Mao'er ...... You're also... Obedient ......"

"Obedient, who to listen to, what to say? Mother's actions, I have really cut out my belly and heart, and my liver and brain are in a wok...... The corpse is dry and boneless, unintentionally disobedient, ignorant and reckless, this time he is contemptuous and disobedient, his mother is unbearable, it is a big deal to kill his son one more time, in addition, what other wonderful method can there be?"

"My son is very curious, I don't know what my mother expects, do you want me to ignore and pretend to be deaf and dumb, or do I want me to be an earthworm in the porridge pot, dizzy and confused?" After speaking, his legs bent, and he groped and sat on the spot, and his ten fingers were bent and bent, all of which were buckled to the skull, making his strength fierce, and he said angrily: "The wandering bees go around the tree, and the branches and leaves of the tree are to blame; The bee ant is still self-contained, not to mention, the person behind the secret door is not idle; could it be that the matter has come to this point, and my mother is still in the dark, and I can't see through the real body of Li Siyou?" After a pause, Rong Jian Maofang raised his head from his knees, his eyes lit up, and he glanced at Qin Ying's wife and children one after another, "The little pity is horizontal and jade, and the bones are extremely fresh; Yang Feichun fell asleep, and her charm was crisp to the end. Peach and pear white, ring fat swallow thin, red mansion powder, green pavilion moth eyebrows. Throughout the ages, men have been in the position of the emperor's ninety-five, that is, there is no beauty that cannot be sought, and there is no fishiness that cannot be tasted. The gentleman's grace is difficult to hold, the red face is easy to pass away, the mother is smart all his life, and he wants to be strong for a lifetime, how can he not understand this reason, the ghost is obsessed, and he wants to lose his reserved innocence, donate his family relatives, and willingly become the general color of the willow wall flower?"

"Don't be a rebel, what kind of bastard are you talking about!" Qin Yingliu raised her eyebrows, and the flames in her hair jumped to the tips of her hair, and she raised her palm and pointed at Rong Jianmao. While talking, he couldn't stand it, and he shaved his daughter-in-law twice with cold eyebrows.

"You...... How can you put your mother... When that's it...... Shameless?"

Rong Jianmao laughed again when he heard this, but after a moment, the sparse laughter turned into a fine and dense low sob, and he couldn't bear the anger in his heart.

"In the early years, when the owner of the Pinmo Building came to my Song Building, I noticed that my father treated him very respectfully, and his words and deeds were by no means ordinary fellow brothers. Although the child has never entered the imperial city and seen the face of the sky, he has colluded before and after, carefully scrutinized, and the cause and effect in it, how can ......it be unclear? My father fell into this field, but for three years, my mother was empty for a few days, and she was already miserable. When I spread it, I am not afraid of outsiders poking at my back of the Rong family, spitting and mocking?"

"Before my father set off for Guangda that day, he taught earnestly, but he was very strange; every bit of entrustment seemed to be a long ......" Rong Jianmao turned his body slightly, his eyes were raised, and he looked at the stick fixedly, tears broke in his eyes, and he wept blood; his face was cold, as if he could scrape off a thick layer of frost with a rub of his palm. At that time, the son had not yet understood, but he still thought that it would not be too late for his father to return soon, and then it would not be too late to make plans...... After that, there is no longer a time to have a heart-to-heart exchange with my father, and it is rare to get a day when the teacher talks about it!"

"Your father is in such a situation...... You're ...... Never think about it...... What is the reason?" Qin Ying gritted her silver teeth and whispered tentatively.

Rong Jianmao took a long breath, his words were spread inch by inch, his face was gloomy, and he smiled so that he was not afraid.

In the early years, my father walked in the rivers and lakes, not involved in temples, although there was no benefit of Taolai outside, there was no harm of hooking the neck inside. If it weren't for the treachery of others, how could he suddenly change his original intention and insist on going his own way, so that he had to enter the palace four years ago and walk in front of the palace?"

"No descendants!" Qin Yingxing's eyes widened, her ten fingers trembled slightly, and it was only after a while that she relieved her breath, and hurriedly exclaimed: "Didn't you think that your mother didn't abide by women's morals first, and deliberately pushed your father into the fire pit?"

"When I was a freshman in junior high school, my father secretly returned from Guangda. My mother secretly told me that she knew that the old lord had died, and before leaving, she ordered hundreds of people to be martyred, and there were several warriors and warriors, who bravely invited themselves, cut off their bodies, hooped their souls, and guarded the emperor's mausoleum with their stump knowledge, and continued to protect the old lord of the country...... Now that I think about it, how can I not make such a statement the great ridiculous of the world and the great absurdity of the world?"

"I think that when my father is healthy, you can only do some rat theft and dog stealing; after your father is in trouble, you will have to gear up and want to become a whale swallowing a dove - the mother is going to give birth to a husband, and Li Siyou enters the house. Anyway, I, the young master of Song Lou, am just a decoration that calls the girl to take the key and is not in charge. ”

When Qin Ying heard the sound, she couldn't catch it in one breath, the soles of her feet were already soft, as if she was stepping on a muddy pond, her knees trembled, and she stumbled again and again.

"You...... You...... Reckless! Stupid! Rotten wood is hard to carve!"

"Although Guan Ju is elegant, is it possible that he doesn't know that his wife doesn't love him, and he doesn't ride horses? Although Tao Yao is good, he doesn't mention that good horses are not matched by double saddles, and good girls don't marry second husbands? Not to mention that at the moment, my father is still in the hall, how can you be allowed to be floating and cheap, and your heart is watery! My son misses that you are pregnant in October, and I still call you a mother. You did what Li Siyou did, and you didn't care about it between your teeth and teeth. For the mother, the flesh and blood of the child is destroyed, and the monarch does not care about the way of etiquette and righteousness. Now I have heard and seen, bait and fish are greedy, see how you can still pull your tongue and say some peaceful and cheeky words, so that you can teach yourself to get out of the net?"

Rong Jianmao paused, leaned over and leaned into his palm, hugged one by one, and then held the saber in his hand.

"The sage once said that the black bird's private affection is to serve his relatives, and the dog and horse are loyal to him. Now, you mother, let's see what kind of desolate situation my relatives and children are in and can't extricate themselves - if I serve my relatives, I will slash the enemy, and if I report the plan to kill the poisonous man, and then report the punishment of the living people, but if I kill you, I will slaughter my own mother, which is itself contrary to the will of the relatives; if I hurt Li Siyou, it will damage the imperial family, and what kind of dogs and horses will serve and spread my heart?"

When the words fell, Rong Jianmao actually picked up the white blade and slashed down from the top of his forehead.

When the rest of the people saw this, their hearts were pounding, needless to say. Qin Ying couldn't care about the weakness of her feet, staggered forward, and just touched Rong Jianmao's wide sleeves, she was already pushing and pushing with a skillful force, and she couldn't help but turn around, and fell to the ground with a thud, one arm was broken, and she couldn't muster the strength to get up anymore.

"My father embroidered clothes and hid them, and he was upright all his life. Since childhood, he has taught his children to behave in a reasonable and restrained manner. It is necessary to defeat violence without relying on demons, and to break through the treachery with wisdom, and not to yield to the hearts of the people. My father ordered his son to be loyal to the monarch and filial piety to do good and righteousness, but right now, how can the son be loyal to the faint king of the Chu poison and good ministers? How can he be filial to the ** who murdered his husband? After this incident, how can the son do the good deeds that day without knowing that people do not necessarily get good retribution? How to go to the righteousness that has a sword in the belly of the honey and cannot get rid of the world? It is difficult to be loyal, filial piety, and benevolence, and it is difficult to be righteous, where is there still a way to live in this life?"

In the blink of an eyebrow, Rong Jianmao was as sick as he was crazy, grabbed the handle of the knife with two palms, walked to Rong Huan's mother and son in three steps and two steps, his lips were slightly open, but he couldn't say anything, the green tendons on his forehead were about to collapse, and he only relied on the lip shape to leave a sentence "I can't live with you in this life", and then with a dead force, he closed his eyes and hugged the knife, and with a bang, Rong Huanniang's half of the heavenly spirit cover was split.

Suddenly, there was a splash of blood. At this moment, Rong Huan involuntarily flew backwards with the spurted blood, his arms stretched out, and his legs slightly raised, neither could he understand the thousands of sores in this world, but also couldn't understand the changes in this person's heart, babbling and giggling, and the next moment it fell between the chest of Qin Ying, who was planted on the side.

Rong Jianmao didn't look sideways, as if he didn't care about the death of his child. He raised his palm and slowly wiped the residual blood on his face, his head flicked slightly, walked a few steps slowly, touched the ground with his knees, and knocked his head three times under the wooden chair, and then slowly got up, his ears trembled, but he didn't enter Qin Ying's shouting and pleading. The fishy blood pressure raised the bridge of his eyebrows, the salty water puffed up his eyes, he pushed the back of the human stick with one hand, and walked the fast blade to his neck with the other. In an instant, thousands of peach blossoms bloomed on Rong Jianmao's face, and his mind seemed to be in a slight trance, and he pouted, and said to himself in a cold voice: "The rotten bench is really unattainable in this ruthless and unrighteous world. The son will help his father, say goodbye to the four lives, say goodbye to the six pleasures, go to the west as soon as possible, and ask for a bliss. ”

After finishing speaking, Rong Jianmao strode forward, panting, and slowly approached Qin Ying.

Mao'er...... Mao'er ...... Joy, but... Toddler Baby ...... Don't ...... "Qin Ying was in a hurry, and even forgot how to fall into tears," it wasn't...... It wasn't what you thought it was......"

Before Qin Ying could finish speaking, Rong Jianmao had already lifted Rong Huan up, and then exerted his strength on tiptoe, and made up for Qin Ying's ribs.

"Don't call for help. Wei'er has already ordered the following, so that everyone should not come and walk around here for a few days. After that, Rong Jianmao sneered, let go of one palm, and gently rested Rong Huan on the ground, and then knelt in front of him, his eyes were paired.

Rong Huan was unconscious, still giggling and laughing, the tips of his little fingers stood up, first stained some new blood on the bridge of Rong Jianmao's nose, and then went straight to his palm, but gently wiped away the sunken nose water.

"The house dog... Domestic Dog ...... Grinding ...... Father...... Daddy......"

Rong Jianmao heard his own son's call so lightly, his heart was not sad, he sighed thousands of times, the foam flew together, howled for a while, and then laughed with Rong Huan's child's voice: "The dog grinds noodles...... Thirty bows and arrows ......"

As soon as the words fell, Rong Jianmao put the knife to his side, opened his lips slightly, and stroked Rong Huan's pink cheeks with his palms.

"Huan'er, you remember what your father said - in this world, the dirtiest thing is a woman......!

The voice fell, and with a snort, Rong Jianmao had already thrust the tip of the knife into his chest and abdomen, laughing and crying, dissecting and revealing his abdominal skin inch by inch, and letting a set of gastrointestinal and blood belt soup sparsely spread on the ground.

"Daddy...... Kill you... Mother...... It's amazing...... Destroy your filthy ...... Where to come...... Rong Jianmao clenched his ten fingers, took advantage of his last breath, and used his heart-digging hand to dig his heart, so as to wet his two palms in the blood, and then exert all his strength, and then put his face together, slowly put his head and neck together, and let the blood drip and drip all over the child's body.

"My son...... In this turbid world...... Need ...... Clear... In vain... Go this ...... A ...... Don't make a ...... Fur and horns... Female animal ...... Stained to ......"

"Only greedy... Sleep on the pillow...... A good moment...... When you know... Hell Iceberg...... Bitter retribution... Bitter retribution...... In the back ......"

Rong Huan didn't know why, he only took the tragedy of the current person as a child's trick, the tip of his nose trembled, and his milk voice murmured, "Dirty...... Dirty ......"

When Qin Ying heard this, she had already lost the strength to cry, and her toes and fingers were the ground, her eyes were dry, her throat was dumb, and she moved her body to the side of Rong Jianmao's corpse little by little. Blinking her eyebrows twice, Qin Ying let out a long sigh of relief, brought the ignorant child to her eyes with one arm, licked her salty and bloody lips, and sang the nursery rhyme of her early years in a low voice.

"The well overflows, the smoke from the stove is extinguished, the jade hall is irrigated, and the golden gate is flowing. Yan Fei came, pecked the emperor's grandson, the emperor's grandson died, and the swallow pecked the arrow......"

At this time, the eyes are out, the sunset is like blue, and the remnant sun is better than blood.