After marrying the shadow guard little husband, he carried a cub

Yang He's steps were quite heavy, every step seemed to be a lament for Yang Anru's little life left.

"Anru, my father didn't want to do this either. If you want to blame, you can only blame your mother."

While retreating, Yang Anru asked puzzledly: "What's wrong with mother? Why do you blame mother?"

Yang He was worried that Ye Chang had many dreams, so he didn't want to explain more. He just wanted to quickly deal with the troubles in front of him, and then went back to Heyang Pavilion, trying to find a way to enter the palace to find out what the emperor said, why the prince was suddenly imprisoned.

However, facing his only daughter, Yang He really couldn't bear to attack her.

But at the same time, he also understood that if Yang Anru didn't die, then Fuyang would know about this matter, and by that time, it would not only be a matter that could be resolved within the Marquis Mansion.

It is about the major events of the heavenly family.

Yang Anru's back hit the thick tree trunk, as if he could not retreat.

She had never been so afraid.

What could be more terrifying than a biological father wanting to kill himself.

"Anru, it's like this for my father." Yang He's eyes were red, and he finally explained to Yang Anru, "It's all because of your mother. Don't blame your father, okay?"

If it is said that Yang Anru still had some fluke mentality just now, after hearing this sentence now, she immediately and completely understood what she was about to encounter.

A bone-chilling chill surged into his heart, Yang Anru took a deep breath, and prepared to call for help outside loudly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened her mouth, a big hand was wrapped around her fragile neck, clenched tightly, without any intention of leaving her any room.

Suffocation and despair intertwined, and tears fell from the end of Yang Anru's eyes.

This hand once carried her happy youth, but now it wants to take her life with its own hands.

"……Help……"

Yang Anru desperately grasped Yang He's tiger's mouth with both hands, and shouted two broken words with difficulty.

But who can hear it?

After hearing this, if he rushed in and saw that the perpetrator was Zhennan Hou, who would dare to rescue him?

The scene in front of Yang Anru's eyes turned black for a while, and the strength in her body also gradually lost...

Suddenly, a thin black shadow leaped in from outside the courtyard like a sharp arrow. Before Yang He could see his face clearly, the long sword around his waist was unsheathed, and he couldn't help but entangled with Yang He who let go of his hand. Together, they shouted: "Miss Anru, go!"

Yang Anru vaguely remembered this thin shadow guard.

He is from the elder brother's yard, and his name seems to be... Death Ji?

The distance between the backyard of Heyang Pavilion and the side door of Puyang Pavilion is only a few tens of feet away. With the hearing of the shadow guard, it is not surprising to hear her distressed cry for help.

Even though Yang He let go in a hurry, Yang Anru's legs were already sore and numb that she couldn't move even an inch. Although she heard the words of Death Ji telling her to leave quickly, she was still powerless.

After a few hasty breaths of relief, Yang Anru hastily shouted loudly: "...Come here! Cough cough cough... Xi Ming... Xi Ming sir! Help!"

The surroundings of Heyang Pavilion were silent.

Yang Anru can only do some simple boxing skills, and that meager internal strength is simply dispensable to her, so she can't tell whether the thin figure wrestling with Yang He is slightly better, only Can subconsciously call out the most capable person in the Hou's mansion, trying to get Xi Ming to help.

"Come here! Come here..." Yang Anru's legs were so weak that he almost staggered all the way to the path leaving the yard.

She turned her head worriedly, and looked worriedly at Yiji who was fighting with Yang He.

But in a blink of an eye, Yang He, who has profound internal skills, has already taken the absolute initiative.

He practiced kung fu all over his body, and he was more orthodox than the shadow guards with strange movements. In addition, Death Ji only dared to attract his attention and let him let Yang Anru go temporarily, but he didn't dare to hurt his life with ruthless hands. After the move, Death Ji, who was not dominant in body shape, gradually lost the wind.

Yang He slapped several times in a row, hitting Zhiji's thin chest until there was a muffled sound.

"Hmm..." Yideji desperately held on to the long sword, preventing him from going past him to hurt Yang Anru.

"Mother... Mother!" Yang Anru cried out in fright.

Yang He's expression froze, and he suddenly struck out again, just wanting to quickly get rid of this nosy shadow guard and Yang Anru who was about to attract everyone's attention.

"puff--"

The blood mist sprayed out of the mouth dyed the death pole's vision red.

Before he could recover, Yang He kicked him ten feet away, then turned around to deal with Yang Anru who was staggering towards the outside of the courtyard.

Yang Anru was trying to run towards the courtyard gate of Heyang Pavilion, and she did not forget to shout hysterically: "Help! Come! Help! Mother! Mother——!!!"

Worried that Yang Anru would mess things up even more, Yang He's killing intent became more determined.

With lightness kung fu, he easily held Yang Anru's neck in his hands again, and stared fiercely into her eyes: "Do you really want to force death to be your father?"

Yang Anru's tears couldn't stop falling, and the coldness in her heart couldn't get any better. She struggled and choked up and said, "...you're not...cough cough, you're not my father...well, you're not my father..."

Yang He exerted force on his hand, and turned his head sideways at the same time, not wanting to see Yang Anru's miserable appearance in the future.

"Hmm—" Yang Anru lost his strength, and his arms hung limply by his sides.

At the very moment, a sharp sword accurately pierced Yang He's wrist with the sound of piercing through the sky——

"!!!"

Yang He suffered pain, let go of the dying Yang Anru again, and quickly looked behind him.

I saw a tall young man standing steadily on the roof.

The young man was holding the light behind his back, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Yang He couldn't help feeling a little flustered, not knowing what he should do for a moment.

Before he could take the next move, the boy on the roof had already made another move, exerting force on his wrist, and the thin blade that flew out of his hand seemed to have eyes, and slashed straight at Yang He, who was covering the wound on his arm. wrist.

Yang He's voice changed due to the pain: "Who are you, dare to break into Zhennanhou's mansion..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy on the roof jumped down and stood in front of Yang He with his hands behind his back.

"Ah... Ah Jing?!"

The shock brought to Yang He by the person in front of him is undoubtedly the most frightening scene he has ever seen in his life.

Isn't Wei Jing blind?Even if, as Doctor Sikong said, the eyes will recover one day, but his body...his body obviously doesn't have the slightest bit of internal energy to support him!

At this time... why is this? !Why? !

"How...how did you become like this?" Yang He asked in amazement.

Wei Jing didn't have time for Yang He to ask him questions, so he ignored him at all, and walked towards the fainted Yang Anru.

"Anru, wake up, can you hear Fifth Brother's voice?"

Wei Jing took out the pills from his bosom, carefully put them into Yang Anru's mouth, put his hands behind her back, and pushed some zhenqi into her, so that the medicinal properties would take effect quickly.

Yang He stood where he was, unable to recover for a long time.

Just based on Wei Jing's two moves just now, he knew that his resistance in front of him was no different from a fly shaking a tree.

If you want to make a long-term plan, you can only temporarily stabilize Wei Jing, who doesn't know what his background is.

"An Ru wanted to kill his third brother, I was so angry, that's why..."

Yang He sighed and put on a really helpless look, facing Wei Jing's cold eyes, he was quite sincere.

Wei Jing was really too lazy to expose his lame lies, so he just lowered his head and carefully looked after Yang Anru who was still in a coma.

Yang He is still trying to persuade Wei Jing, and even brought out Princess Fuyang: "I am also very angry with Anru's actions, and I will not do it in the future, so Ah Jing, can you... not let your aunt know."

The shadow guard who stayed by his side on weekdays went out to perform a mission today, so there is no way to cooperate with him to eliminate Wei Jing, so the current solution is to do everything possible to make Wei Jing suspicious of him, and never let Wei Jing be suspicious of him. He was convinced that he was going to kill Yang Anru.

There was a flash of disbelief in Wei Jing's eyes, and then he sneered, and said to Zhennanhou: "You have committed crimes, not only do you not repent, but you even intensified, and you want to kill Anru as well. How did you have the nerve to ask me to keep it a secret for you?"

Yang He turned pale with shock.

Wei Jing knew so many facts.

How on earth did he do it.

"You don't need to know how I found out about these rotten things you did," Wei Jing lifted Yang Anru's shoulders, looked sideways at Wei Chu who came in from the gate of the courtyard, and called him, "Chuchu, come and help Anjou."

Wei Chu walked over slowly, reaching out to support Yang Anru's back.

"Ah Jing!" Yang He was worried that he would leave here, so he went directly to Kejing Pavilion to find Princess Fuyang, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Wei Jing, "Don't let your aunt know, I really just want to teach Anru a lesson. Temperament is not about treating her! You have to think more about your aunt!"

Wei Jing was a little shaken.

He understands his aunt's attachment to this heartless and ungrateful person better than anyone else.

How can a person who regards this relationship as a lifetime pride be able to withstand such a blow.

Wei Chu helped Death Ji up, and conveniently stuffed him with a life-saving pill.

Death Ji vomited dirty blood, breathed evenly, and stood up neatly: "I'm going to find Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess."

He has always been reluctant to do things that are muddy and watery.

Taking care of His Royal Highness the eldest princess was originally out of his consideration.

What Zangji has to do is to wipe out the culprits, so that all those with ulterior motives will be punished with pain.

It is also for the master he treats faithfully.

Wei Chu knew what he was thinking, so he didn't stop him, but only said: "Be careful."

Death pole nodded.

"Let go of me! Who gave you the guts? Dare to treat me like this?!"

Yang Anda's angry curses came from the front yard, which was also mixed with the friction sound of cloth being dragged on the ground.

Wei Chu narrowed his eyes slightly, covered his stomach and took a half step behind Wei Jing, then turned his head to look where the voice came from.

"Father! Father, save me! My child's legs hurt so much!" Yang Anda's face was covered with dust and mud, and his weak legs couldn't even kick and drag his death pole.

The tendons in Yang He's hands were severed by the two sword blades thrown by Wei Jing from the roof. At this moment, he was too busy to take care of himself, how could he save Yang Anda.

Just when he was about to say a few words for Yang Anda, a quiet and indifferent voice appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

"How long are you going to lie to me?"

Princess Fuyang was supported by Zhiqiu, her figure swayed slightly, obviously a little powerless.

She glanced worriedly at Yang Anru, who was supported by Wei Chu, and the smile on her mouth was hard to maintain.

"Fuyang..." Yang He's blood was cold.

Princess Fuyang's eyes were reddish, but not a drop of tears fell from them.

"Since you still remember that I am Princess Fuyang, then you should be more sober."

Yang He felt a little flustered inexplicably.

He had always been sure that Princess Fuyang would not give up on him easily, that's why he was so unscrupulous.

Even after discussing with Wei Jing and asking him not to publicize this matter, he still has absolute confidence in his position in Fu Yang's heart.

"It's true that I like you very much, even at this time, I still like you."

Princess Fuyang's voice was so calm that even Wei Jing had never heard it before. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyebrows and eyes were distant:

"Yang Qing."

Hearing her address to him, Yang He, who had been planning the future with vigor just now, was haggard and haggard, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

It's hard to look back.

The author has something to say:

Persimmon: I am so handsome, even when I was young

Chu Chu: Zai and I are tool people today

【Good night, babies~ Stomach hurts, woo woo, good night, good night~ muamuamua】