Shuoyun Feidu

At this time, the sky was getting dark and the light in the room was dim. The only thing I could smell was a thick smell of blood permeating the air, which couldn't go away. At the end of my gaze, there was a pool of scarlet winding like a long river at the foot of the bed, like a flower. Terrible flowers.Beitangjia lay quietly on the bed, tied in blue silk and decorated with hairpin rings, her slender body wrapped in gorgeous and magnificent clothes, one hand stretched across the edge of the bed, her brocade sleeve rolled up, revealing a nearly transparent pale wrist, A ferocious and deep wound lay prominently across his wrist, and the blood on it had already congealed. On the bedside, there was a small knife stained with blood.

Beitang Jia'an was lying quietly, with complicated flowers on her forehead, perhaps due to the application of rouge, even though she lost too much blood, her face still did not show much difference, it was still gentle and beautiful , with jasmine rouge on her lips, the color is moist and bright, as if she would lightly open her vermilion lips at any time, and spit out soft words from her lips...

Beitang Rongdu's mind went blank, he walked instinctively step by step, walked to the bed, then lightly grabbed Beitangjia's hand, and called in a low voice: "Mother...it's time to eat."

He yelled more than a dozen times in a row, repeatedly, his voice became louder and louder, which startled the other people in the Yinhua Pavilion, and the shocking scream made a group of maids rush over in a panic, Then, there were sudden screams and cries that followed.

There was a loud cry in the room, and several maids who had been with Beitangjia since they were young lost their legs and fell to the ground, unable to stand up. Then they staggered across the pool of blood, crawled to the bed and cried bitterly :"……Miss!"

Beitang Rongdu stood upright in front of the couch, staring fixedly at the person on the bed.No breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat, his body is cold... Beitangjia has been dead for a long time.

There is a cold wind coming in through the window.Beitang Rongdu felt cold all over his body, and his whole heart seemed to be frozen, as if a sharp knife had been pierced into his heart, but he didn't feel any pain... Beitangjia lay quietly She fell asleep, as if she had fallen asleep, vaguely still on a certain summer afternoon in the past, when she slept under a flower trellis to enjoy the shade, Beitang Rongdu lay on a couch beside her, peeling and eating lychees leisurely, while Listening to the cicadas chirping weakly on the tree, the woman next to her fell asleep with a peaceful smile on her lips, and the golden sunlight penetrated through the flowers and leaves, covering her eyelashes finely, like a golden butterfly, Gently lingering on her long eyelashes...

There was a lot of crying in the room, Beitang Rongdu didn't say a word, he suddenly reached out and picked up the blood-stained knife by the bedside, put it in his arms, and said flatly: "...shut up."

His voice was not loud, and almost no one heard him, but Beitang Rongdu immediately shouted: "Shut up!" After he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly swept across a large group of maids, and soon stopped at the girl who accompanied today. On the maid beside Beitangjia, walking in front of her in a few steps, the voice was bitingly cold: "...Say, what happened to my mother today?"

The maid was so frightened by the terrifying look in his eyes that she could hardly speak, she could only cry intermittently: "My servant... I don't know... I'm fine this afternoon... When I passed by with the bucket, I Seeing Miss... walking back by herself... her face turned pale... I really don't know..."

Beitang Rongdu's face was expressionless, and after a while, he suddenly said sharply: "Go! Let me tell you, call all the maids who are on duty within half a mile around the lotus pond this afternoon, not one less, If you miss one, your skin will be peeled off!"

Nearly a hundred young women knelt in the middle of the hall in panic, at a loss. Beitang Rongdu stood at the head, with a copper basin on the ground next to him, in which were dozens of pieces of red-hot charcoal.

Beitang Rongdu just sneered, his blue eyes flashed like a beast, and said, "Tell me, who passed by the lotus pond at Qinfang Pavilion this afternoon? If you have been there, raise your hand."

About 30 people raised their hands hesitantly, Beitang Rongdu smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Very good...then, who saw my mother again? What did my mother see? Who did she meet? What happened? Huh? If anyone knows, please tell me right away, otherwise, if you see this basin of charcoal? If no one can answer me, I will burn your mouths with this charcoal one by one, so that in the future, you will also Don't talk any more."

Everyone was shocked, and immediately several young maidservants hurriedly said: "Return to the young master, the servants have seen the eldest lady this afternoon!" Beitang Rongdu pointed to one of the older ones, and said: "You Say." The servant girl hurriedly replied: "The servant girl passed by the lotus pond on the side of Qinfang Pavilion in the afternoon, and saw the eldest lady talking to Miss An from Ruanhongxuan from a distance... The servant girl only vaguely heard the sentence 'red birthmark... It's exactly the same... I've seen it before...' The servant girl was just passing by at that time, and I couldn't hear the others..."

Beitang Rongdu suddenly froze for some reason, staring fixedly at the maid, and the other maids also nodded quickly: "Although the servants didn't hear anything, they also saw Eldest Miss and Miss An together... ..."

After an unknown amount of time, the blue eyes slowly closed, and Beitang Rongdu took a deep breath, as if he understood something, he clenched his fists bit by bit.

So it turned out to be like this...it turned out to be like this...Father and mother, it turned out to be...is it so...Mother, is it because of this kind of thing that you don't want me anymore...Beitang Rongdu suddenly opened his eyes and let go fist.

An Zhimei, An Zhimei...Beitang Rongdu lowered his eyes and suddenly laughed lowly. He waved his hand casually and said, "... let's all go."

The night was dark, and it was not until late at night that Beitang Rongdu walked towards Ruanhongxuan with his sword alone. He walked for a long time before finally arriving at Ruanhongxuan. He raised his hand and shot two steel needles into the into the throats of the two servant girls outside the door.A guard in the distance noticed something strange, Fang wanted to come, Beitang Rongdu turned his head coldly, in the dark night, the bloodthirsty horror in the blue eyes made the guards in the castle stagnate, after all, hesitating, did not rush come over.Beitang Rongdu withdrew his gaze, went straight in without looking at the slowly falling corpses of the two women.

It was late at night, and most of the people in Ruanhongxuan were already sound asleep. Beitang Rongdu searched room by room, and did not leave anyone he saw. Occasionally, he met someone who was on duty at night, and the other party was killed before he could speak. Beitang Rongdu is just like chopping melons and vegetables, the expression on his face is terribly calm, or using a hidden weapon, or stabbing with a sword, in his sleep, he has already taken the opponent's life, so it is useless After too long, the maids in Ruanhongxuan were silently killed.

There was a small lamp in front of the bed, and a furnace of soothing incense was burning. An Zhimei was sleeping deeply and soundly with her black hair spread on the pillow.

I don't know how long I slept, but I just felt a little cold on my body, An Zhimei groped with her hands in a daze, trying to pull the quilt tighter.

What touched her hand was not a soft quilt, but something smooth and delicate, as if it was human skin. An Zhimei murmured in a daze: "...Who is it?"

Someone laughed softly, then slowly and lightly grabbed her hand, An Zhi frowned, and asked vaguely, "Is it ink thread?" As she asked, she lazily opened her eyes.

A figure was sitting on the edge of the bed, in the dim light, with a vaguely childish appearance, a cold light in the blue eyes, and a faint smile on the soft lips, softly said: " ……woke up?"

The hazy drowsiness dissipated in an instant, cold sweat dripped from An Zhimei's body, and she lost her voice: "...Why are you here?!"

The child just smiled and did not answer her words, but said to himself: "My mother is dead... what should I do? I don't have a mother now, so I have to take the people from your soft red house to accompany her... ... Otherwise, she must be very bored by herself."

It was only then that An Zhimei could see clearly that the gold-and-white butterfly embroidered clothes on the boy's body were stained with blood, and even his snow-white face was splashed with bits and pieces of red. In the ambiguous light, it is like a ghost.She was so horrified that her hair almost stood on end, and her scalp felt numb. She sat up suddenly, retreated into the bed desperately, and said sharply, "...you...don't come here! Someone! Come here! "

Beitang Rongdu smiled recklessly, that smile was so beautiful that one couldn't bear to blink, but An Zhimei only felt that there was an unspeakable extreme terror quickly pervading the whole room. For the first time in her life, she felt extremely terrified.

"You told my mother that she and my father are blood relatives, right? I just found out...the adopted daughter brought back by the old castle master...the parents and the child have exactly the same marks...Father has only been in the house for many years. Yinhua Pavilion rested all night and never stayed overnight again... Adding all these together, it is really easy to figure out what's going on, isn't it?" Beitang Rongdu smiled slowly, and then leaned into the bed Crawl, he smiled, his eyes fixed on the woman in the corner of the bed, and slowly crawled towards her: "Bitch... my mother died because of you..."