It started raining this day, and the green tiles on the eaves pounded, and the peach blossoms outside the temple fell all over the ground, with red eyes all over the place
Maybe it was the cold spring, maybe it was too much worry, Wang Yan fell ill when he came back from Baique Mountain
The maid who served set up a small stove outside the door, warmly simmering the medicine soup to reduce heat and remove cold. The room was filled with a bitter smell.
Wang Yan rested tiredly on the couch, suddenly heard the noise in the yard and walked in a row. He was about to call the maid to ask what happened, but the door was kicked open with a bang.
Several servants pressed the maid in, and the maid's mouth was stuffed with a cloth, her eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't speak in her mouth.
The lady in a gorgeous dress slowly walked into the room, and her long skirt dragged a winding shadow on the ground, gorgeous and noble
It was raining heavily outside, and her body was not wet at all, and her face was covered with the dignified expression that the wife of aristocratic families often had.
When Wang Yan saw the visitor, he quickly got up the couch, put on a long robe and bowed his body, and shouted respectfully. Mother
Kneel down! Wang Geng shouted loudly, his eyes as cold as a sharp blade
Wang Yan was not sure about the situation, so he dared not refute, lowered his eyebrows and knelt down obediently
As soon as she bent her knees, she was slapped hard on her face. She was weak and weak when she was sick. She was beaten to the ground and she was lying on the ground for a long time.
The left cheek was so painful that it was full of blood in its mouth. Wang Yan gritted his teeth and looked up, tears were pouring in his eyes, and the voice cords were crying: Mother, what did Ah Ye do wrong?
What did you do wrong? Wang Geng glanced at Wang Yan and sneered: Ah, how did I explain to you before? As a mother, she has never liked to cause trouble for her children
After pausing, her voice was high and outstanding, with an unstoppable anger: But what did you do? It would be fine to have sex with Sanlang in the mansion, but when you came to Baique Temple, she was restless, and she was ruthless and wanted to murder the legitimate son Wang Ye. You were very brave!
I don't know where Wang Geng got the news, but He Xun is dead and there is no evidence of death. Wang Yan was afraid that there would be a fraud and dared not recognize it.
Lifting up a pair of Chuchu's tears, she looked innocent and confused, and said timidly: What my mother said, Ah Yang doesn't understand, Ah Yang doesn't...
No? Wang Geng sneered disdainfully and threw a piece of letter paper on Wang Yan's face. Look at what this is?
The paper fell lightly on the ground, with white and black words, densely packed. Wang Yan was about to pick it up and read it, but Wang Geng continued: The refugee named He Xun told his confidant during his lifetime that if he suffered an accident, he would send this letter to the Wang family.
Wang Yan was stunned. Unexpectedly, He Xun still kept the trick. Before he died, he said that she would regret it. It turned out that he was waiting for her here.
Bite her lip hard, she tried her best to calm her disordered mood, and forced her to refute her words, Mother, I... This letter is perjury, slander...
Wang Geng waved his hand to interrupt, looking extremely impatient, and he blocked all the words Wang Yan wanted to argue.
Ah, you know whether it is true or not. The Wang family’s secret guards are also aware of the investigation. The refugee leader who led the riot was arrested and identified as the inconspicuous concubine, who colluded with the rebels and murdered his brother!
Mother, Ah Yang... Wang Yan's tears fell, his lips were stammering, unable to speak
Wang Geng sighed quietly: I really can't figure it out, Sanlang is sorry for you, you want to kill others. He curled his lips and said confidently: Sanlang has always been polite and never made mistakes. You two are afraid that you will use shameful despicable means to seduce him.
Mother Wang Yan knelt forward and grabbed the corner of Wang Geng's skirt, crying in a trembling voice: Mother, it's Brother San that he won't let me go... I, I have no choice...
Just you? Wang Geng asked, his slight eyes flashed through her
The girl on the ground was scattered in clothes, pale complexion, red, swollen and bulging on her left cheek, ruptured and bleeding from the corners of her mouth, humble and pitiful, and she likes to act hypocritical
Wang Geng couldn't help but turn on the past, and his tone was extremely contemptuous. Xie Er, Huan Jiu, and the untouchables surnamed He. Look at how many men you have hooked up, and you are so tyrannical and lewd, and you don't know how shameless Sanlang likes you!
Wang Yan grabbed the corner of Wang Geng's skirt, kowtowed several times, and begged sadly: Mother, Ah Yang knows that he is wrong. I, I will apologize to Brother San, and let Brother San deal with it if he wants to kill and cut him. Ah Yang is absolutely right!
Wang Geng suddenly pulled his skirt and kicked Wang Yan away, sternly piercing her thoughts. You know that you will never escape the death penalty. You want to ask Sanlang to spare you with a hundred days of kindness from a couple!
Then, he hummed with contempt and disdain: You, a concubine, always pretends to be hypocritical, Sanlang is a good-tempered person, so he may be coaxed by your sweet words.
Wang Yan couldn't get up, his forehead was bruised and bleeding, and he was trembling and begging for mercy: Mother, it was Ah Yuan who was confused for a moment... I also asked her to be kind to her...
Wang Geng didn't move at all, and he looked solemn. You don't need to say much today. I can't make the decision. Sanlang was seriously injured and the head of the family was furious. I was ordered to send you a ride.
After making a gesture, she called out loudly: Come on, come on
The strong and round-hearted woman came from behind her, and there were three objects, daggers, white silk, and wine.
Wang Geng's eyes turned to Wang Yuan, with a disinterested expression, let's choose it yourself
Maybe it was the cold spring, maybe it was too much worry, Wang Yan fell ill when he came back from Baique Mountain
The maid who served set up a small stove outside the door, warmly simmering the medicine soup to reduce heat and remove cold. The room was filled with a bitter smell.
Wang Yan rested tiredly on the couch, suddenly heard the noise in the yard and walked in a row. He was about to call the maid to ask what happened, but the door was kicked open with a bang.
Several servants pressed the maid in, and the maid's mouth was stuffed with a cloth, her eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't speak in her mouth.
The lady in a gorgeous dress slowly walked into the room, and her long skirt dragged a winding shadow on the ground, gorgeous and noble
It was raining heavily outside, and her body was not wet at all, and her face was covered with the dignified expression that the wife of aristocratic families often had.
When Wang Yan saw the visitor, he quickly got up the couch, put on a long robe and bowed his body, and shouted respectfully. Mother
Kneel down! Wang Geng shouted loudly, his eyes as cold as a sharp blade
Wang Yan was not sure about the situation, so he dared not refute, lowered his eyebrows and knelt down obediently
As soon as she bent her knees, she was slapped hard on her face. She was weak and weak when she was sick. She was beaten to the ground and she was lying on the ground for a long time.
The left cheek was so painful that it was full of blood in its mouth. Wang Yan gritted his teeth and looked up, tears were pouring in his eyes, and the voice cords were crying: Mother, what did Ah Ye do wrong?
What did you do wrong? Wang Geng glanced at Wang Yan and sneered: Ah, how did I explain to you before? As a mother, she has never liked to cause trouble for her children
After pausing, her voice was high and outstanding, with an unstoppable anger: But what did you do? It would be fine to have sex with Sanlang in the mansion, but when you came to Baique Temple, she was restless, and she was ruthless and wanted to murder the legitimate son Wang Ye. You were very brave!
I don't know where Wang Geng got the news, but He Xun is dead and there is no evidence of death. Wang Yan was afraid that there would be a fraud and dared not recognize it.
Lifting up a pair of Chuchu's tears, she looked innocent and confused, and said timidly: What my mother said, Ah Yang doesn't understand, Ah Yang doesn't...
No? Wang Geng sneered disdainfully and threw a piece of letter paper on Wang Yan's face. Look at what this is?
The paper fell lightly on the ground, with white and black words, densely packed. Wang Yan was about to pick it up and read it, but Wang Geng continued: The refugee named He Xun told his confidant during his lifetime that if he suffered an accident, he would send this letter to the Wang family.
Wang Yan was stunned. Unexpectedly, He Xun still kept the trick. Before he died, he said that she would regret it. It turned out that he was waiting for her here.
Bite her lip hard, she tried her best to calm her disordered mood, and forced her to refute her words, Mother, I... This letter is perjury, slander...
Wang Geng waved his hand to interrupt, looking extremely impatient, and he blocked all the words Wang Yan wanted to argue.
Ah, you know whether it is true or not. The Wang family’s secret guards are also aware of the investigation. The refugee leader who led the riot was arrested and identified as the inconspicuous concubine, who colluded with the rebels and murdered his brother!
Mother, Ah Yang... Wang Yan's tears fell, his lips were stammering, unable to speak
Wang Geng sighed quietly: I really can't figure it out, Sanlang is sorry for you, you want to kill others. He curled his lips and said confidently: Sanlang has always been polite and never made mistakes. You two are afraid that you will use shameful despicable means to seduce him.
Mother Wang Yan knelt forward and grabbed the corner of Wang Geng's skirt, crying in a trembling voice: Mother, it's Brother San that he won't let me go... I, I have no choice...
Just you? Wang Geng asked, his slight eyes flashed through her
The girl on the ground was scattered in clothes, pale complexion, red, swollen and bulging on her left cheek, ruptured and bleeding from the corners of her mouth, humble and pitiful, and she likes to act hypocritical
Wang Geng couldn't help but turn on the past, and his tone was extremely contemptuous. Xie Er, Huan Jiu, and the untouchables surnamed He. Look at how many men you have hooked up, and you are so tyrannical and lewd, and you don't know how shameless Sanlang likes you!
Wang Yan grabbed the corner of Wang Geng's skirt, kowtowed several times, and begged sadly: Mother, Ah Yang knows that he is wrong. I, I will apologize to Brother San, and let Brother San deal with it if he wants to kill and cut him. Ah Yang is absolutely right!
Wang Geng suddenly pulled his skirt and kicked Wang Yan away, sternly piercing her thoughts. You know that you will never escape the death penalty. You want to ask Sanlang to spare you with a hundred days of kindness from a couple!
Then, he hummed with contempt and disdain: You, a concubine, always pretends to be hypocritical, Sanlang is a good-tempered person, so he may be coaxed by your sweet words.
Wang Yan couldn't get up, his forehead was bruised and bleeding, and he was trembling and begging for mercy: Mother, it was Ah Yuan who was confused for a moment... I also asked her to be kind to her...
Wang Geng didn't move at all, and he looked solemn. You don't need to say much today. I can't make the decision. Sanlang was seriously injured and the head of the family was furious. I was ordered to send you a ride.
After making a gesture, she called out loudly: Come on, come on
The strong and round-hearted woman came from behind her, and there were three objects, daggers, white silk, and wine.
Wang Geng's eyes turned to Wang Yuan, with a disinterested expression, let's choose it yourself
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