Instead of answering her question, he walked over to the edge of the bed in front of her, looked at her with a very conflicted look and asked, "Are you Huayu?"

The woman nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, Nanjian's expression revealed a sense of pity, but he still did not rush to help her untie the silk tied to her hands and feet. He still just stood on the edge of the bed, looking at her, waiting for her to explain everything.

And so, her tears flowed even harder. He looked a little unbearable to witness, and on his always cold face, he even frowned, and pulled up a touch of sadness.

"You just saw it all?" Huayu asked him.

He nodded.

"And what did you see?" Huayu asked again.

"I saw him tie your hands and feet, gagged you, and whipped you!"

When I heard Huayu, it was as if my sorrow and pain were revealed for the first time, and I suddenly realized the unbearable pain and sadness. Therefore, she suddenly whimpered, "Ah, why is my life crying like this!" She whimpered and cried sadly, "I was deceived and toyed with, and now I am being bullied by robbers, oh my God, what did I do wrong, you have to punish me like this!"

In the quiet of the night, hearing a woman's sad cry is a very sad and angry thing. What's more, what she said in her crying was clearly accusing Nan Jian of deceiving and playing with her, which made Nan Jian very ashamed. It made him feel ridiculous and guilty for what he did in Sijun Lake and Sijun Tower!

He never thought that he would meet the language of flowers here today. Since they were separated in Ye Piao's house, he has not heard from her again. It can be said that in his mind, Huayu and Ren Siyun have the same status, and at some point, he feels that Huayu is his real wife, and Ren Siyun is just his favorite little sister.

He likes the gentleness and calmness of Flower Language, and her reserved and sentimental charm. And among so many women, it seems that she is the only one who is truly the one he has loved deeply, and the rest of the women cannot be said that he has not loved them with all his heart, only that he has never taken the initiative to love him. However, for the language of flowers, he is an active love, and he likes it from the heart.

At this moment, she was tied to the bed by other men and whipped with a whip, and Nan Jian's heart was already dripping blood. When he saw this scene under the eaves, he was tempted to rush in and stab the man who had whipped the woman he loved, and stabbed him to death, but his always quiet disposition reminded him loudly not to be impulsive.

So, he strongly restrained his emotions.

And now, he saw that the place where Hua Yu's body was whipped was stamped with blood, and the big red silk robe she wore was stuck with the blood from the wound on her back, and not only that, but her face, which had always been as charming as a delicate flower, was now full of sorrow and tears of humiliation.

Therefore, he could no longer hold himself, he pounced on Hua Yu and picked her up, and quickly untied the red silk cloth tied to her hands and feet. When he had untied all the silk cloth on her body, he took her in his arms with his right arm and wiped the tear stains on her face with his left hand that looked like raindrops on the petals of a flower after the rain.

"Yu'er, don't be sad, tell me what's going on?" he looked at her tearful eyes sadly and asked, "Why did you leave without saying goodbye that day at Doctor Ye's house! You know what, my heart is very sad and worried when you leave! I'm looking for you everywhere!"

Hearing this, she lifted her tear-stained face, and under the reflection of the light, her face was still so full and bright, and her white face had a greasy and tender luster; her thin lips, just by looking at it, reminded Nan Jian of the tenderness, willfulness and playfulness that came from her lips when he kissed her; her nose, which was embedded in the middle of a pretty face like a full moon, had soft lines and a well-proportioned structure, and looked like a drop of rain drawn by a painter with a magic brush.

Her eyes, though hazy with tears, were not diminished by the sultry gentleness of the autumn waves, but increased, and her eyebrows were naturally curved, like shallow, crooked, and soft marks left by a brush dipped in ink on the tranquil and pure blue water.

At this moment, her thin, slightly proudly upturned lips squirmed, proving that she was now ready to tell him all the pain and humiliation in her heart. However, fragile tears still flowed out first, "Nanlang, do you know!" she said softly with a sob, "That morning, after I left the house of Ye Piao, the magic hand divine doctor, I walked and walked along the road in front of his house. About dusk I came to a river, and I was already very tired! I was about to go to the river to drink water, but suddenly it was dark in front of me, and I fainted by the river!"

"And what happened later?" Nanjian asked softly, concernedly, as he held out his finger pityingly to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"Later, when I opened my eyes and woke up, I found myself in bed. "And I heard the sound of a boat oars paddling next door, and at that moment, a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old came in." When she saw that I had woken up, she smiled at me and said, "Hello young lady, just now our great treasurer saw you fainting by the river, so he rescued you on the boat; ”

"That's why you've been following him ever since, and you've been his Lady of Knotted Hair!" Nan Jian said with an angry tone, and at the same time, his expression was full of unspeakable sorrow.

"No, it's not like that. Huayu immediately denied it, and she eagerly explained, "At that time, I thought you would come to me, so I have been waiting for your arrival with anticipation." But ......" At this, she suddenly stopped, and with tears in her eyes, she looked frightened, sad, and helpless.

"But what's wrong?" asked Nan Jian, looking at her anxiously.

"I didn't expect that this Hong Kuan would be a beast with a human face and a beast's heart......" Speaking of this, she couldn't go on anymore, so she turned around and hugged his body, buried her face in his chest, and cried bitterly. And beat him on the shoulder with his hand, and asked him one after another, "Why didn't you come to me at that time...... Why do you ...... Why are you so ruthless, you say! Why are you ...... Do you know? Hong Kuan, this brute, he *** my ......"

Hearing her say this, Nan Jian's heart was filled with anger and anger. He clenched his fists tightly, and his bones rattled. His eyes, as bright as the stars in the night, were burning with anger at the moment, and he was now eager to kill Hong Kuan with one punch!

"Yu'er...... ......"He didn't know how to comfort her now except for calling her name incessantly."

So, Hua Yu continued to sob, "Nanlang, do you know? He has to torture me like this once a day, he is a demon, he is bloodthirsty and cruel, he tortures me for thrill and pleasure. Nanlang, I don't want to see you and tell you what I miss, I have chosen to leave this world a long time ago, I have suffered enough torture and humiliation, I am so afraid......"

"Yu'er, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's me who didn't protect you!" he sighed deeply and said with a resolute expression, "Yu'er, you wait for me here, just a while, I'll go and kill this demon now." From now on, I will never let you be hurt or wronged in the slightest, and I will not let you leave me for a moment!" he said, getting up to leave.

However, Hua Yu hurriedly hugged him from behind, "Nanlang!" she cried and said, "Don't mess with him, he is the big treasurer of the Hong family in Jiangnan, and their family's wealth is unparalleled in the world;

And Nan Jian was determined, his face was full of anger, anger made him tremble, he said solemnly word by word: "Yu'er, don't worry about me! Seeing you being insulted and crying like this, if I can't do justice for you and avenge your hatred, I, Nan Jian, am still a man! You wait for me for a while, if I don't kill this hateful person tonight, I will not be able to live in peace in this life, and I will never forgive myself in my life!"

Behind him, the flowers wept silently, and the cry of grief lingered and echoed between the silent floors, making the seeers sad and the hearers weeping.