All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Originally it was a flat dirt road. At this moment, all the bodies were covered with blood. If the assassins were not wearing the same clothes as those under Li Zhixiu's hands, it would be impossible to tell who was who.

Cen Simiao was sitting in the carriage, holding Yang Fuqing in his hand, his face was not so good, his eyes were cold, his teeth were clenched, and he looked angry. She thought that Yang Fuqing was still thinking about what had happened, rubbed his head, and soothed him.

Yang Fuqing looked up at her, and her eyes went straight. Cen Smiao froze a bit. He flung her into her arms and held her tightly.

"Don't be afraid." The voice was immature but extremely firm.

She bent her eyes and responded.

The carriage was very quiet, but there was a curtain across from the outside. The voice was particularly clear. Li Zhixiu was anxious and was scolding people, and what was unpleasant and cursing, did not care to damage his culture.

The person under his hand was silent.

Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead, only to find that Li Zhixiu's voice was too sharp and annoying. There was a lot of space on the carriage, and there was a small square table. She reached for a bunch of grapes to feed Yang Fuqing.

He suddenly pushed her hand away, and Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows, not knowing what he wanted to do. Without realizing it, Yang Fuqing had lifted the curtain and jumped down. She leaned forward and grabbed him, but didn't touch it, the curtain fell, blocking her sight.

She quickly opened it, and was about to call Yang Fuqing's name, her eyes narrowed.

Yang Fuqing stood in the body, looking down for something, her brows frowned, she could not see the fear. He was small, with little flesh, and looked weak.

His eyes were extremely cold.

Suddenly his eyes stopped, he landed on a corpse not far from the carriage, stepping on wearing shoes, the movement here was noticed by Li Zhixiu, his eyebrows were raised, his anger on his face was even stronger, and Shen Sheng directed at Yang Fuqing curse.

Yang Fuqing had already crouched down. The corpse had his dagger on it. It was the man who went to the carriage to assassinate him and Cen Simiao. He pursed his lips, his face was cold, grabbed the dagger, and brought out some blood.

Stung again.

With several knives attached, his eyes were getting colder and his expression crueler.

Li Zhixiu, who was not far away, could see clearly, and those words of cursing in his mouth stopped, and his eyes narrowed. The jaw was tightened, and a smile appeared on the lips, especially cold.

Suddenly Yang Fuqing looked up and just hit Li Zhixiu's eyes. The two looked at each other. Yang Fuqing didn't have any expression of fear. The fierceness in his eyes became more apparent, and he was very hostile to Li Zhixiu.

Li Zhixiu pulled the corner of his mouth, without a smile in his eyes, hesitated, turned his head and walked into the car, and gave an order: "Take care with your hands and feet, be alert, and go quickly."

A group of people suddenly started to work.

Yang Fuqing looked at Cen Simiao, her eyebrows suddenly softened, she quickly put away the dagger and hid it, patted the contaminated soil, her calf ran and ran over, and Marley jumped into the carriage.

Cen Simiao frowned and was about to ask him, but Yang Fuqing raised her face and smiled very flatteringly. She threw it into her arms and said softly, "I am hungry, you feed me grapes. eat."

She was speechless.

In this carriage, she kept eating, and in the carriage where Li Zhixiu was sitting, her aunt shed tears and dragged his arm to choke. When there was an assassin, she was so pale that she was scared. restore.

Li Zhixiu glanced and lay back against the cushion, extremely impatient. He persuaded two sentences and then closed his eyes to make a sham. His aunt was originally spoiled by him, and his temperament became a bit coquettish. No matter what he did, Li Zhixiu was not angry.

But for a while now, he seemed to be a personal person. He was not considerate at all. Sometimes he felt distracted when he was in bed.

And just now he even ran to Cen Simiao's carriage, but she only let the people under her protection. My aunt's grievances lingered in her heart, and now because of Li Zhixiu's coldness, it erupted instantly.

Crying and crying sharply, "What the **** is wrong with you? Where do I serve you badly? You say it. Why in any yard, you can remember you every day."

Li Zhixiu opened his eyes, his eyes were cold.

She was scared to say anything more, but her grievances became more sad and choked on the paw.

This section of the road did not take long, day and night, and finally arrived at the pier and became a waterway. Change from a carriage to a boat.

The cabin wasn't too small, and it was especially cool to open the window. But after walking for so many days, Cen Simiao couldn't bear it, she was too tired, and she kept scolding Li Zhixiu.

It's not too much trouble to bring family members out of tolerance. Bringing an auntie is all you have to do. You have to bring her such a nameless person and have enough to eat.

Yang Fuqing was still in the same cabin with her. Right after getting up at the moment, he was wiping his face with a parch, exposing two eyes, and looking at Cen Simiao, he frowned: "Are you scolding?"

Cen Simiao leaned on the bed and glanced at him weakly: "No."

He nodded indifferently.

The door rang, and Cen Simao looked over. The girl came in from the outside, holding breakfast in her hand, and just put it on the table.

"Here, don't get out of bed if you are not feeling well."

She eats stuffy.

The days I spent in bed were especially fast. Cen Simiao became more and more lazy. In the evening, I heard the girl knock on the door and said that her aunt came over in person and wanted to talk to her for a while.

The sound outside the door was especially delicate.

Cen Simiao frowned, feeling puzzled in her heart, and chuckled, which directly made people reject.

What to see with her is not as full as Li Zhixiu.

My aunt had a gray nose, and she wanted to come to Cen Simiao to make a noise, and let Cen Simiao go to Li Zhixiu to complain about grievances. Li Zhixiu was busy dealing with things at this time. Definitely impatient.

In this way, she showed her well.

But Auntie did not expect Cen Simiao to send her back directly. He looked at the door resentfully, turned around and led the girl back, and his heart became increasingly angry and his face turned blue.

Fortunately, Li Zhixiu said that he would come here tonight, barely holding back the anger, so that the girls could prepare well. She sat in front of the dresser and frowned carefully.

After all, I was looking forward to the dark, but I didn't see anybody. The girls have put the food on. The aunt went outside the cabin, and the moon had risen. She waited for a while, biting her teeth, getting more and more restless, and sent people to ask.

Soon after, Aunt came back, with cowardice on her face: "Master went to his wife."

My aunt's teeth were almost broken.

Before the evening, Li Zhixiu went to Cen Simiao. The cabin was not large or small, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he was alone. He didn't say anything, he just sat there and looked at her and Yang Fuqing.

There was a smile between her brows.

Cen Simao was scolding him for flowers, and she had to smile on her face, with excitement and shyness in her eyes.

Li Zhixiu rubbed his neck, glanced at her, and finally spoke: "The last time you hurried away from me, you didn't even care about hitting your umbrella, was you afraid that the boy would not see you when he came back from the gentleman?"

Seeing her restless gaze again, she sighed, "Aren't you cold with your grandfather, it's been so long since you ignored me, how did you look like this again?"

Cen Simao bowed her head and said quietly, "My grandfather saved me. I was ignorant before."

Yang Fuqing's eyes widened instantly, and she was not happy: "I killed that person first!"

Li Zhixiu's gaze fell on him all of a sudden, and the smile on his lips became cold. Cen Simiao noticed that he immediately protected Yang Fuqing behind him. Li Zhixiu looked up at her, his eyes rebuked.

Then he moved his mouth and said, "Yeah, you can kill it. Your courage is getting bigger and bigger, maybe I'll have to die in your hands someday."

The words were careless.

Cen Simao frowned, and looked at Li Zhixiu, only to find that he was staring at her with cold eyes. Yang Fuqing pursed her lips and said to Li Zhixiu, "You must not stare at her."

Li Zhixiu's eyes looked down, his head bowed, and a smirk, as if he had heard something interesting, he stood up, walked slowly to Cen Simiao, and she moved back subconsciously.

He was grabbed by his arm.

Li Zhixiu shook the corner of his mouth and glanced at Yang Fuqing: "When you were alive, you just talked to me like this. You are really his son, and his tone is the same."

Anger broke out in his eyebrows, and he held Cen Simiao, and walked to the bed in front of Yang Fuqing.

Her eyes narrowed, wasn't she a bastard? She was about to push him away, but she saw Yang Fuqing walking with her short legs, her face full of anger, rushing over with her teeth, and pulling out a dagger, she would go to Li Zhi's self-cultivation On the stab.

Cen Simiao was startled, and suddenly heard the door ringing, a girl came in, looking anxious.

Li Zhixiu, lying on Cen Simiao, heard the movement, turned his head vigilantly, but found that Yang Fuqing was holding him with a dagger, and his eyes tightened, and he lifted his leg to kick the dagger from Yang Fuqing's hand.

His expression became gloomy.

Yang Fuqing fell and crawled in the direction of the falling dagger. He picked it up and held it tightly, without any fear in his eyes. This look made Li Zhixiu even more prosperous.

The door was wide open, and the outside wind was blowing in. Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, her collar was torn open, and she fell on her fair skin. It was very cold, and the chill seemed to drill into the seam of the bone.

She gathered her collar and sat upright. Li Zhixiu turned her back and could not see her expression. His clothes were loose and his back was straight. Yang Fuqing stood in front of him with a desperate posture.

The girl who broke in was kneeling at the door, her face pale and scared to breathe. She is not the one around Cen Simiao, she was sent by her aunt.

Li Zhixiu ran to Cen Simiao without saying a word, her aunt couldn't swallow it, she went back to the room with tears and her eyes were crying red.

The intimate person nearby gave her an idea, tied a white cricket to the beam of the room, pretended to hang, and then sent someone to Li Zhixiu to tell something.

I'm sure I'll do whatever I want.

So my aunt sent her over. The girl came to the place where Cen Simiao lived, and there was no guard outside. She knocked on the door, and there was no answer inside. She had to grit her teeth cruelly, and pushed open the door to break in, but did not expect the sight in the cabin.

She was trembling and knelt on the ground, afraid to look up.

Li Zhixiu had a somber face, a sneer twirled at the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to catch Yang Fuqing. The other man was tall and big, grabbed Yang Fuqing's collar, and easily lifted him up.

Seeing this, Cen Smiao quickly rushed over to tear, dragging Li Zhixiu's sleeve, emotionally: "You let him go."

Yang Fuqing's neck was uncomfortable and breathless. His eyes were fierce, and his vision became blurred. He faintly saw Li Zhixiu's chest, and tried his best to pierce his heart with a dagger.

Li Zhixiu's brow jumped, and he quickly reached out to block, and his arm was instantly scratched, and his blood stained his wide sleeves.

He was furious, and loosened his hand holding Yang Fuqing's collar. Yang Fuqing immediately fell back. Cen Simiao saw that he quickly reached out to catch him, and Yang Fuqing suddenly fell into her arms.

Cen Simiao patted his back with tears in his eyes, and his expression on his face was very sad. Yang Fuqing coughed a few times, his face flushed.

He raised his hand to appease Cen Simiao, struggling to say: "I, it's ... nothing."

Cen Simiao touched his hair, sobbed in a low voice, and there was a sudden sound of footsteps in her ears, and a cold hum. She looked up, and the whole person was carrying rain.

Li Zhixiu had approached him, his eyes were dark, blood was bleeding from his arm, and his pain was irritating his nerves.

He gritted his teeth, Yang Fuqing lay in Cen Simiao's arms, his eyes were especially cold, staring closely at Li Zhixiu. This look immediately angered Li Zhixiu. He reached out and pinched Yang Fuqing's chin, but was blocked by Cen Simiao.

He froze. "Get out."

The tears on Cen Simiao's face couldn't stop, and she kept crying, choking and said, "He just used to play around with me. He didn't understand the etiquette, I was not disciplined, and this made him make a big mistake. "

"I beg you to spare him."

Cen Simiao was crying sadly, Yang Fuqing pressed her lips tightly, raised her little hand to wipe her tears, and Li Zhixiu's eyebrows were all mocking.

As he was about to speak, he saw Cen Simao pull out a handkerchief from his sleeve, revealing the rose flower above, wiping his tears gently, pitifully: "Master."

Li Zhixiu's eyes suddenly tightened.

Immediately before his eyes, Yang Fuqing's mother-in-law appeared, his heart was trembling, his lips were clenched, and he immediately felt irritable.

Li Zhixiu turned around, his eyes darkened, and suddenly glanced at the girl who was kneeling at the door. He seemed to have found the place to vent, and said sharply, "Fucking slave, who let you in."

Upon hearing this, the girl-in-law cried out suddenly, scared and said, "It's impossible to break in, it's really impossible. Auntie hanged her, and she was rescued now. I don't know how to die!"

Li Zhixiu suddenly stunned, his aunt and Yang Fuqing's parents looked very similar, otherwise they would not be flattered for so many years. Because of a piece of papa just now, he thought about how Yang Fuqing ’s mother and mother died tragically.

At this moment, I heard the girl-in-law saying that her aunt was hanging, and her head buzzed. When Yang Fuqing's mother died, his despair and sadness came out again, almost drowning him.

He didn't care about Cen Simao anymore, he strode out without turning back, his eyes frowning.

Yamei wiped her face, and hurriedly got up from the ground. She followed behind her feet, and there were only Cen Simiao and Yang Fuqing left in the room.

Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, the cold wind was blowing her broken hair on her forehead, and she was a little cold. Although she was worried just now, she wasn't so scared. As long as Li Zhixiu had Yang Fuqing's parents in his heart, he would never kill Yang Fuqing.

Yang Fuqing was lying in her arms, frowning, dragging her sleeves: "Don't be afraid, I can protect you."

Cen Simiao glanced at him, made his clothes, rubbed the finger marks on his neck, and frowned. The child was too brave, and now she didn't have any hard wings, she wanted to fight and kill, her expression was cold for a bit.

Yang Fuqing noticed, but could not figure out her head, and heard her say, "If you are so impulsive, I will take back the dagger."

Immediately, his eyes were dark, his lips were tight, his eyebrows were stained with anger, and he stood angrily from her arms. Just now his face no longer swelled and turned red, and now he was exhaling, his cheeks were a little red. .

He stomped a chair on the ground: "If you have the ability, you can take it, you can't take mine."

Cen Simiao breathed in her heart.

After all, one cry, two troubles, and three hangings worked. Li Zhixiu did not return to Cen Simao for a long time. He was always in her aunt's room, and returned to the scene when she first met her.

Two people are loving.

It is a pity that after all, Li Zhixiu has official duties, and his aunt is too sticky, and he starts to get impatient. And he remembered Yang Fuqing again. The child was too brave and wanted to kill him.

If you stay with me all the time, I'm afraid you will raise a tiger.

Li Zhixiu had this in his heart, so he took time out and went to see Cen Simiao. Stay for a while each time, or say nothing, just look at them both.

Yang Fuqing didn't look at him either, and stared back at his teeth.

Cen Simiao bit her lip, her eyelashes trembled, and she said in a distressed voice, "You are all my favorite people, don't do this."

The two of them stared at her instantly.

Cen Simiao sobbed her head down.

The maidservant at the door heard the movement inside, shook her head, and snorted. The wife of her family is so powerful that she can take the master back from her aunt's bed.

Before seeing that the master was good to her wife before that, she began to be jealous, and actually gave birth to a hanging method, which was really shameless.

Moreover, the girl-in-law there dared to break into his wife's house. He called the master to his aunt.

She became more and more angry, and her eyes were indifferent. Suddenly, she saw a suspicious figure in the corner not far away.

The girl narrowed her eyes and looked closely, only to find that the man was dressed as an aunt next to her, and took a sip in the corner, something.

It is easy to think more when people are idle, and my aunt is almost out of trouble. She has seen Li Zhixiu running towards Cen Simiao again these days, and she is more impatient with her than before.

There was a moment of panic in her aunt, and she was particularly worried. Now Cen Simiao is flattered, if she will give birth to a sister-in-law in the future, she still has a life to share.

I can't sleep well all night, a pair of god's eyes, become dull and drowsy during the day. The girl next to her gave her medicine to replenish her body, and it smelled very bitter.

The aunt drank with a bitter face, her face wrinkled together, and the maid quickly gave a candied fruit, which she held in her mouth, which made her feel better.

This girl is the one who broke into Cen Simiao's cabin that day, and she knows how Li Zhixiu and Cen Simiao get along. Seeing her aunt so worried, she wanted to tell everything she knew.

But she was warned by Li Zhixiu that day, and she couldn't say anything at all, otherwise she would be dead.

The uncle's heart was uncomfortable, and she was particularly uncomfortable, so she could only serve her aunt with all her heart, wait for her to finish the medicine, wipe her mouth with a papa, and then carefully take the bowl away.

My aunt's eyes were heavy, and her thoughts were particularly chaotic these days, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Suddenly she looked at the girl, the bowl and spoon made a slight sound, and there was some remaining medicinal juice at the bottom of the bowl.

Her eyelashes trembled, her expression a little flustered, her teeth gritted, and she seemed to be cruel: "Do you know where the medicine is?"

The concubine's eyes appeared confused.

For the past few days, Cen Simiao was particularly lively here. From time to time, Li Zhixiu came and shook it. He even added an auntie to send bird's nest and other supplements almost daily.

Cen Simao ignored her and asked her to find a reason to keep her out. The aunt was not angry, gentle and gentle, and very kind. She was also very polite to Cen Simiao.

She kept saying that she wanted to chat with Cen Simiao for a while, and had no intention.

Cen Simao didn't think about what she said was true or false, after all, it was useless. With this kind of time, it is better to take a book and test how Yang Fuqing endorses it.

But one day suddenly, my aunt gave me a bowl of soup and repeatedly said that she wanted to see Cen Simiao. Unlike the usual one, she was choking.

Sentence playing emotional cards.

It was almost half an hour waiting outside.

The system was a little annoying, scanned the soup she was holding, and was instantly shocked that it almost stalled.

There are medicines that make people infertile, the amount is not small, and the onset of the effect is particularly fast. It will not take long to drink and it will work.

Women can't have children when they drink. Men can't have children when they drink. They don't even have affection.

When Cen Simiao heard that, her eyebrows jumped, her eyes fluttered for a moment, her thoughts flashed in her head, her eyes suddenly lighted up, and she quickly invited the aunt to come in and froze.

Her attitude was particularly enthusiastic, her aunt was a little embarrassed, and she started to be afraid. She looked at the soup in her hand, and some of them were unstable, and she began to soften.

She hesitated to pretend that she accidentally fell to the ground, but she was shaken by God and taken over by Cen Simiao. The aunt immediately widened her eyes and looked up. Cen Simiao smiled very tenderly: "Your mind is really rare."

Then she gave the bowl to the girl-in-law, set it aside, and ordered a few words to be sprinkled.

Auntie's feet moved and she wanted to take the soup bowl forward, but was stopped by Cen Simiao. My aunt looked back and saw her smile with a smile. The aunt immediately jumped to her heart, and she felt panicked.

Cen Simiao glanced, and when the girl returned the bowl, she let her look at the hour, it was not too late. Cen Simiao bent her eyes, saying that she was running out of excuses and wanted to take a break and send her aunt out.

My aunt was stunned, and was not willing to leave like this. She wanted to make excuses to stay, because Li Zhixiu would be here soon. She also wanted to see Li Zhixiu.

But Cen Simiao was sent out.

The aunt's back disappeared at the door. The moment she opened the door, a cool breeze came in from the outside and she felt cold. She looked at the soup bowl on the table and kept things warm. Let the soup chill.

Cen Simiao laughed a little.

These days, Li Zhixiu came more and more diligently. Although he did not start with Yang Fuqing any more, his eyes were still cold. But when I looked at her, her eyes became a little weird, and she had desire | desire in it.

She always looked back and forth, staring at her chest.

One time when Cen Simiao was drinking tea, Yang Fuqing was arrogant by her side, accidentally spilled tea on her chest, and it became wet. It happened that Li Zhi had repaired it, and when she saw it, her eyes were dark.

It stands to reason that the original owner and Li Zhixiu are husband and wife. Although they are not known at the moment, as long as he wants a round house, Cen Simiao has no reason to shirk.

But she was really unhappy.

The aunt's bowl of soup was delivered in time.

Before Li Zhixiu came, Cen Simao asked the maid to take Yang Fuqing out and asked the maid to Qian Dingxian Wan. This time, he must not be allowed to run back again.

The maidservant nodded vehemently.

Sure enough, Li Zhixiu stepped on the hour, and his eyebrows were slack, seeing Cen Simiao sitting on the chair and snoring. Then he glanced around the room without seeing Yang Fuqing.

He was a little surprised: "What about people?"

Cen Simiao smiled with a bent eyes, very charming: "He is a little bored here, I let the girl lead him out for a while."

Li Zhixiu smiled, took a few steps forward, lifted his clothes and sat beside Cen Simiao, leaning his back, Cen Simiao thoughtfully took the washed fruit and put it in his hand.

Li Zhixiu's taunts said: "It's rare that he doesn't stick to you."

Cen Simiao frowned slightly, softly: "Master, he's a child, so don't worry about him."

Li Zhixiu glanced at her, and Cen Simiao's eyebrows showed the style, which was different from the dignity of the past. She raised her hands to show her flattery, and her tone of speech seemed to hook people.

He stared at her.

Cen Simao bowed her head shyly, a look of refusal to return: "Master."

Li Zhixiu laughed lowly. He has always been used to it, so he can do many **** things. The desire in his eyes was revealed, grabbing Cen Simiao's arm, she suddenly fell on his thigh.

Suddenly a warm breath fell to his ear. As soon as his eyes were dark, he reached out to unbutton the button.

Cen Simao pushed up and frowned: "Master, drink soup first."

He froze. Cen Simiao got up and took the soup bowl on the table. It was still hot. Li Zhixiu looked at her, his eyebrows frowned, and his heart became impatient.

There are so many things.

Cen Simiao turned around, her cheeks flushed, and she said, "You need to make up your body first."

A word made amusement for Li Zhixiu.

He was anxious, took the bowl, drank it, and drank cleanly. Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, and her voice was more delicate: "Master."

Li Zhixiu threw the bowl to the ground, stretched out his hand to hold her, and hugged him horizontally. Cen Simiao hooked his neck and bent his corners, especially obedient.

He reached out to unbutton her clothes, Cen Simiao tilted her head, biting her lower lip, and murmured in his mouth: "Master."

Extremely tempting.

His eyes tightened, and he reached for his clothes first.

Cen Simiao did not look at him, her eyes shy, her eyelashes trembling. After a while, there was no movement. She moved slightly, and suddenly heard the voice of the clothes, Cen Simiao turned to look.

His eyebrows were incredible.

Cen Simiao froze.

The girl-in-law outside the cabin was in a hurry. She was sent to look at Yang Fuqing by Cen Simiao. As a result, he was not coaxed, he just noisyly wanted to come back, and he didn't notice if he was inattentive.

The girl was anxious, and the moment he was about to open the door.

Hug him.

Suddenly I heard Cen Simiao's voice inside, especially sad: "Master, don't worry, I will stay with you even if I am a widow."