The villain is too beautiful! The hero is in love again

What caught Meng Hanzhi's attention even more was that the left half of Jiang Wanyi's face was gently wiped by gray-brown dust, leaving several stains.

Instead of covering up the beauty, these stains make the whole person look even more helpless and pitiful.

He couldn't help but feel the urge to rush forward and protect her at all costs.

Jiang Wanyi, who had no idea what Meng Hanzhi was thinking, thought that Meng Hanzhi was deliberately trying to force her to come out.

With a pale face, he bowed slightly,

"Big Brother"

Several servants whose lives had been spared were busy carrying He Jin's body out.

When they saw Jiang Wanyi appear, the eldest young master was obviously very protective of the second young master, and they were afraid that she would complain to the eldest young master.

Everyone was so frightened that they shrank and trembled, and there was even a hint of pleading in their trembling voices.

"Second Young Master's Wife"

The title of "Young Madam" clearly distinguishes the identities of Meng Hanzhi and Jiang Wanyi.

Meng Hanzhi stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her arm like he did when he picked her up from Jiang's house, but it finally sank in mid-air.

After a moment of silence, it finally dropped in silence.

After these irrelevant servants and He Jin's body left Yanzhu.

Only Meng Hanzhi and Jiang Wanyi were left in the long corridor.

Jiang Wanyi pursed her originally pink lips gently, trying to relieve the dryness, but they turned completely pale.

The silent atmosphere made him feel awkward and he didn't know what to say.

The severed tongue was still stuck on the dagger and nailed firmly to the ground.

The bright red blood soaked a large area of ​​brown land. As time passed, it gradually turned into purple-red, and finally into a suffocating black.

Meng Hanzhi followed her gaze, his expression not changing at all.

He raised his foot and kicked the dagger with the tongue directly into the lotus pond not far away.

In the huge pond, bright red lotus flowers are blooming among the green lotus leaves.

The whole pool had this little addition of Lexi, but other than the splash at the beginning, nothing else changed.

The red lotus, which was already as bright as blood, seemed to have bloomed even brighter.

Jiang Wanyi originally liked the elegant scenery of this place, but when he saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat.

Meng Hanzhi's punishment of his servants was not as skillful as the first time, and he didn't know how many were buried under the pond...

"Are you scared?"

Meng Hanzhi asked knowingly

"There is no need to be lenient with these unruly servants. The more merciful you are, the more rampant they will become."

"When they have everything on your head, you may even kill your master."

Meng Hanzhi thought that Jiang Wanyi was a weak and timid woman, and it was obvious that she did not have the ruthless methods of the people in the big mansions.

These days he must be the one being bullied but he doesn't say a word.

No matter what, she is the wife chosen by Yan Zhi himself.

We must not be bullied by these blind people.

Therefore, the method just used was, on the one hand, to warn these servants.

The second aspect is to support the Jiang family.

But looking at her snow-white face, she seemed frightened.

I couldn't help but start to regret it.

"I came here to light some incense for the banquet. If you are not busy, come and join us."

Since Jiang Wanyi came to Yanzhu, he only entered the mourning hall on the first night and never set foot there since then.

As a widow from a ghost marriage, he should have been there to watch over the eternal lamp day and night.

Seeing Meng Hanzhi say this, the hands that were clenched in his sleeves tightened even more.

This man looks stern and cruel, but he knows that he doesn't live in the mourning hall and doesn't expose it.

He was very kind to me and I didn't know what he was thinking.

The two of them, each with their own thoughts, arrived at the mourning hall hung with white silk, one after the other.

The eerie and solemn mourning hall was filled with the smell of burnt incense, candles and paper money.

The white banner was long enough to drag on the ground, and the coffin bound with black iron chains stood quietly in the center of the mourning hall.

The huge inscription "葬" (meaning funeral) and Meng Yanzhi's tablet in front of the coffin seemed to remind Jiang Wanyi of something.

I haven't had time to think about it,

Seeing Meng Hanzhi straightened his sleeves, took out three incense sticks from the incense tube, and lit them at the still burning candle.

Jiang Wanyi hurriedly took a few steps forward and knelt on the cushion in front of the coffin, carefully holding the candlestick of the eternal lamp closer to the incense and candles in Meng Hanzhi's hand.

The best incense sticks reveal the true color of sandalwood and are slightly reddish.

The flickering orange-red candle flame licked the incense stick and soon ignited.

The white smoke rings slowly rose up like auspicious clouds and then dispersed with the wind.

Only a faint scent of sandalwood remained in the air.

Meng Hanzhi held up his wide sleeves with one hand, held the incense with the other, bent slightly and bowed several times.

He then inserted the incense into the incense burner which was full of ashes.

Jiang Wanyi lowered her eyelashes, grabbed a handful of cut paper money from the wooden box next to her and put it in the brazier.

The flying flames shone on Meng Hanzhi's face, making his already gloomy expression even more creepy, like a gloomy painting.

Jiang Wanyi lowered his head even lower, full of questions and speculations, which made him afraid of this man from the bottom of his heart.

Meng Hanzhi was standing there, and when he looked down he could only see the top of her head, but he couldn't make out the specific expression on her face.

As if he wanted to deliberately ignore Jiang Wanyi's defensive posture due to his extreme fear of him, he also half-crouched down.

He grabbed a few handfuls of paper money from the wooden box and put them into the brazier which had not yet burned out.

When placing the paper money, he accidentally touched Jiang Wanyi's hand in the air.

The scorching temperature on Meng Hanzhi's hand instantly burned him so much that he quickly pulled his hand back.

It was already a hot summer, and Jiang Wanyi was very close to the brazier.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, he soon began to sweat a lot.

While waiting for Meng Hanzhi to finish the worship, his body seemed to be immersed in extreme tension.

The white mourning clothes absorbed sweat, and the fabric on the back clung tightly to the curves of the body.

The half-bent waist now looks like a bow with a taut string.

The whole person seems more and more tense and fragile.

"You're afraid of me"

Just as the two of them were burning paper money in silence.

Meng Hanzhi suddenly spoke.

There was a mixture of question and affirmation in his words, causing Jiang Wanyi to pause slightly.

She pursed her pink lips slightly unnaturally, turned her head away in frustration and didn't dare to look at him.

He had been mute for sixteen years and had long been accustomed to not speaking.

Now that my muteness has been cured, I still don’t know how to give a normal answer so that the other person won’t be annoyed.

There is no need to explain the silence, the meaning is clear at a glance.

Meng Hanzhi's heart sank and his forehead twitched almost inaudibly.

I don't know why, but I just saw that she was so timid that she didn't dare to look me in the eye.

I felt extremely depressed.

Meng Hanzhi was unhappy and threw away the paper money in his hand...