Falling Snow Ruoying

A room with bright red as the main color is covered with red curtains decorated with golden flowers everywhere.On a sort of couch in the recess of the room rested a precious longsword.There are gorgeous glazed lamps hanging above the room, and a bright red carpet below, and the whole room is illuminated resplendently and resplendently.But the oppressive atmosphere in the room added a bit of obscurity to the brilliance.

The maids and servants were tied together, and a gorgeously dressed couple knelt in the middle of the hall.The object of their fear is the unarmed "son" in front of them.I saw that "Young Master" dressed in a white robe, sitting lazily on the Taishi chair, holding this petite girl with a delicate face in his arms, the two of them are like a pair of lovers.However, what the couple said made people tremble with fear.

"Ying'er, how should I punish these people for treating you like this? How about frying them?"

"Steam."

"Braised."

"Yellow stew."

.......

"Yi'er, we are your parents after all, how could you treat us like this." The lady said as if begging for mercy.Luo Ying ignored them, but discussed their "recipe" with "Young Master" on his own.

Knowing that there was no hope for her life, the madam cursed, "You little bitch, we worked so hard to raise you up, and it's okay to seduce my own brother, but now I'm joining forces with outsiders to kill my father and my mother. Do you know what it means? Shame, if I knew this, I should have let you go on the road with that bitch that year, and it happened that there was a companion on Huangquan Road. Hahahahahaha..."

At first, Luo Ying just quietly listened to his wife's obscene words and ignored her, but when he mentioned his mother, he finally couldn't help but refute.

"Second Madam, oh no, I should call you Da Furen now. Back then, when Huang Yi married you, it was just for your family's fame and wealth. You can only be a pawn at the mercy of others and will always be a concubine. But you Wishful thinking so much that you want to restore the righteousness and killed my mother, I don’t think I’ve forgotten the appearance of my mother’s tragic death back then. You really deserve to die.”

"Yi'er, the eldest lady is really wrong, but after all, she has the kindness of nurturing you. The old man married her to continue the incense, and your mother agreed at that time. I am your mother's husband, your father, you are What right do you have to object?" Huang Yi, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"What a continuation of the incense, Huang Yi, but you have given birth to a bastard who covets his sister all day long. You keep saying that you love my mother, but you deceive her feelings again and again, and watch her being killed. Is this what a husband should do? Is this what a father should do to let his son commit murder and let his daughter take risks?"

"I am your father!"

"No, my name is Luo Ying. You are not worthy to be my father."

"You unfilial daughter..."

"Noisy." An extremely intimidating voice came out of the mouth of the "Master", "Ying'er, why bother talking with the dying man?" His eyes did not leave the woman named Ying'er for a moment, as if A little tired, he started to make arrangements for the funeral, "Di, take care of them." After speaking, she took Luo Ying and left lightly.

The heads of those who bullied Luo Ying have fallen to the ground at this time, only Huang Yi and the eldest lady are slowly "enjoying" this death - the death sentence

"Ying'er, when I find Huang Lei, I will take his head to relieve your grievance." Leaving the filthy place and hugging Luo Ying into his arms, "Young Master" promised softly.

"Thank you." Ying'er thanked softly. Although she still rejected this hug psychologically, she was greedy for this warmth.

"From now on, don't say thank you in front of me again." The man's tone was slightly cold, but the gentleness on his face did not diminish at all. "I just want to hear what is in your heart." The young man coaxed softly.

"I...I like you too. But I am very scared, I am very confused, I am afraid of everything: I am afraid that I will not have the courage to face it, I am afraid that I will not be able to hold on and give up. But, I know now, if I am afraid again I will lose you, and I don't want to lose you. Although we..." Before he finished speaking, his red lips were pressed against by his slender fingers, so he obediently lowered his head.

"I don't need to say anything else, I just need to know your answer." The young master seemed to be comforting, and didn't care about her ambiguous attitude. Now, as long as she is by his side, it will be fine, "We should go home. "

"Well, let's go home." Not this home full of sordid memories, but somewhere warmer.

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This article is just a wedge that has nothing to do with the following story, and the middle part will be continued