After the Destiny Child was reborn

Fu Yanning withdrew his hand from him: "What is Your Highness going to do?"

With the wind blowing in his ears, Fu Yanning's body became colder, and he subconsciously leaned towards Liang Jingzhan, and his tone of voice seemed to be icy, cool.

"Follow me and you'll know."

He said he was going, but Liang Jingzhan carried him and flew to a high place in the air.

It stopped when it reached the highest eaves.

"Your Highness let the minister down, and the minister is going back to the mansion." Fu Yanning moved his body, as if he was locked in Liang Jingzhan's arms, and after a few movements, he was still in Liang Jingzhan's arms.

Liang Jingzhan's arms were warm, but warm.

But it must be nothing good to bring him to someone's eaves so late.

Liang Jingzhan fell directly onto the eaves according to his body, with his arms still around his waist.

Those hands were on fire, and Fu Yanning could feel a little hot through the material of the clothes.

He moved a few more times, and was about to stand up, but someone pinched his waist.

Fu Yanning lost his energy and lay down on the eaves again. He glared at Liang Jingzhan, gritted his teeth, and reprimanded: "Your Highness respects himself."

Liang Jingzhan looked at him like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, his eyes slightly bent against the moonlight, and his hands loosened.

Fu Yanning beside him got up and was about to leave, ruthlessly like a guest in a brothel.

Liang Jingzhan slowly appreciated his movements, and as soon as he stood up, he grabbed the sleeve and pulled him back.

Fu Yanning was pulled by him, so she took a few steps back, and just as she turned around, her nose bumped into his shoulder.

Liang Jingzhan smiled in his ear: "Why are you in a hurry? Can't wait to throw yourself into your arms?"

With a solid bump, Fu Yanning's nose hurt from knocking, and when he got angry at his words, his nose hurt even more.

He pushed Liang Jingzhan away with one hand, and was about to rub his nose, but before he raised his hand, Liang Jingzhan took his hand, raised his hand and pinched the tip of his nose.

"Is Fu Shizhong still hurting?"

Fu Yanning was pinched and snorted, and he repeated in a calm tone: "His Royal Highness let go of the minister."

Liang Jingzhan let go of his nose.

The person in front of him froze and did not dare to do other movements, as if he was afraid of being teased by him again. Liang Jingzhan found this cautious look amusing.

But when he thought about the business, Liang Jingzhan had to temporarily stop his bad intentions.

Liang Jingzhan pulled him to sit down: "After tonight, there will be no more thieves in the capital, Fu Shizhong, don't you want to see more?"

Fu Yanning didn't understand what it meant, and he was still sullen in his heart: "The capital is so big, how can Your Highness ensure that there are no thieves?"

Liang Jingzhan pointed to the street under the eaves: "Look."

A dozen people had already come to the street below, and the jade pendants on the dozens of people flickered under the moonlight, reminding Fu Yanning of something, the jade pendant was no different from the jade pendant on the thief he had seen before.

"Slower."

There were also a dozen people coming from the opposite side. The difference was that almost all of these dozen people were old people, and they were supported by a girl or a man in black.

Fu Yanning raised her eyebrows and looked up at Liang Jingzhan in surprise: "Your Highness, this is..."

"Just look at it." Liang Jingzhan pulled him down, and said mysteriously, "It's about to start, get down quickly, or the atmosphere will be affected."

Fu Yanning didn't know why, so he dragged her to lie on the eaves, looking down quietly.

After watching for a while, Fu Yanning couldn't sit still, and he still warned Liang Jingzhan solemnly: "Your Highness, peeking is not an honorable thing."

Liang Jingzhan pulled him down: "Does Fu Shizhong want me to silence you?"

Fu Yanning pursed her lips tightly, and she really became quiet.

A few people came one after another from the opposite side, all supported by others, most of them were old people, and coming from their side was a group of young people in black clothes.

The two groups walked in and saw each other clearly by the moonlight. The two groups were stunned and stood still.

"mother."

After a young man with a mole on his ear rushed forward and shouted, several young men beside him seemed to be triggered by some kind of emotion, and ran towards the old man opposite.

The person on the opposite side also stepped forward, hugged the rushing person, and patted the head of the person in his arms lovingly.

The two teams hugged each other quickly.

Under the moonlight, the jade pendant is shining brightly, as if there is a river flowing slowly inside.

The man with the mole on his ear was hugging an old woman, and he said with tears in his voice, "Mom, is it really you?"

The woman touched his back with trembling hands, and held his face to look carefully, as if she wanted to melt the person in front of her into her eyes, her eyes were rosy: "Xia'er, it's mother."

The man raised his hand to wipe away the woman's tears, sobbing: "Mother, are you okay? My son hasn't seen his mother for three months, and every day he dreams of his mother, and the pear soup made by her."

The woman also raised her hand and wiped the tears from her son's face.

Those hands were wrinkled, the palms were covered with calluses, and there was pain on his face.

But the pain also made him understand that this moment is not a dream, but a real existence.

"Mother, why don't you miss you? Every day and night, I think about what you ate, whether you are full, whether you have suffered, and how tall you are."

The woman touched his face little by little, and outlined his face with her hands, engraving every mole and mark on his face in her eyes and heart, "My Xia'er has really lost weight, I must have suffered a lot outside."

The woman wiped the tears off his face for him, but the tears in her own eyes glistened like springs, gleaming under the moonlight.

"It's all my fault for dragging you down, I'm sorry for you."

The man pretended to be angry, but hugged his mother even tighter: "Mother, don't talk nonsense, it's all my fault... blame me for being incompetent, unable to protect mother... and my sister."

He suddenly raised his head and looked around, and asked the woman suspiciously, unable to speak: "Mother, sister... sister... where is sister? Did she die because of me... is it true?"

His voice was harsh, drowning out the sobbing of others around him.

The woman nodded her head unbearably, buried her head on the man's shoulder, and cried louder: "Xia Er, don't think too much, it's none of your business."

The man pushed the woman away and cried, "Why is it not my fault? I made my mother and younger sister suffer. That time I failed to complete the task assigned to me by Marquis Xiao Chuan, and he threatened me."

"He threatened to kill his sister. I didn't think it was true at the time, but I really can't imagine that that beast would do such a heartless thing!"

As he spoke, the man covered his face and began to cry, whimpering like a lone wolf in the desert, full of desolation and misery.

There were also a few people beside him who cursed bitterly: "That dog will die badly! After death, he will definitely go to the [-]th floor of hell and suffer from the burning fire."

A few people on the side also spat angrily: "It's disgusting to say it, you know? There are only fifteen or sixty-seven girls in the same room as us, and only three or four of us are left."

"That bastard is a womanizer. There are many girls who have been raped by wicked people. Some of them have strong tempers. They want to die to show their ambitions in order to keep their innocence, but they are saved by that person again and again, and then tortured to death. , this kind of scum, a hundred times is not enough to die."

The man cursed: "He who kills a thousand times has no conscience, and even a thousand cuts will not relieve his hatred."

"Dog Marquis still forces us to steal and rob, to do things we don't want to do."

The woman choked with tears, and looked at her son in disbelief: "Xia'er, tell me, are you responsible for the many thefts that happened in the capital in the past few months?"

The woman looked into his eyes, and Yoyo's voice was cool under the cold moon.

The man lowered his head in shame, not daring to look directly at the woman. "I……"

"Xia'er, tell the truth, are you responsible for all the thefts that happened in the capital?" The woman asked him with tears in her eyes.

"Yes!" The man closed his eyes and answered in one breath.

The woman raised her hands tremblingly, "Okay...okay, our Li family has always been upright, and we have never done anything stealthy. If your father sees you like this, do you know what the result will be?"

The man had a painful expression on his face, and pressed his lips tightly: "Mom, I know."

The woman raised her hand in front of him, her voice was painful, and she struggled to say a few words: "Since your father is not here, let me ask you for him, what are the eight family mottos of our Li family No. 30?"

"Don't steal or grab." The man blurted out immediately.

The woman raised her hand and trembled in the air, she said sharply, "How should I be punished?"

"Severe hands."

When she finished speaking, the woman's slap had already fallen.

The man didn't even frown, he just stood there and didn't hide.

The crying of the others also stopped, and the woman's second palm was about to fall, but a person next to her grabbed her arm.

"You can't blame him for this fact." The person next to him took off a jade pendant from his waist, "Xiao Chuanhou used our family to threaten us to do things he didn't want to do, and he made us wear this jade pendant all the time. This jade pendant is The lives of the family."

"When the jade pendant is broken, people die. He wants us to wear this piece of jade all the time, just to remind us when we don't want to do things, we have the lives of our family on our waists. Auntie, we have no choice but to do this. "

"Yes." A few familiar women next to her came over to persuade her, wiping away their tears, "No need, these children are also for us. After all, we are the ones who made them suffer."

The woman smiled miserably, tears streaming down her face, she wet her face, she slowly lowered her hand: "It's mother...it's mother's fault, it doesn't matter if mother died, but Xiaer shouldn't do anything for mother's sake." Mother doesn't want to live because of that kind of heartbreak, thinking of your father...he won't feel at ease under the spring."

A person next to him opened Li Xia's sleeve: "Mother, take a closer look."

Under the pulled sleeve, one arm was bruised.

There are long or short sword wounds, and there are also hideous scars that have been scalded into blue-black, irregularly shaped and entrenched on the arms, and there are several slender wounds crawling on the arms like earthworms.

The exposed wound made everyone gasp.

The woman carefully touched the wounds on the man's body, and every time she touched it, her body trembled more violently.

Every wound on the man's body was a thorn in her heart, and that thorn almost pierced her heart.

She murmured in a low voice: "Xia'er..."

The person next to him took the opportunity to say again: "Whenever Xiao Chuanhou fell in love with a wife and daughter of a family, or heard that there was a treasure in a house, he would send us to steal it. Those who didn't get it or exposed their identities had to be caught by him." kill."

"I have seen a few people hacked to death by him with my own eyes. At first, Li Xia was unwilling to die, so he was punished and threatened a lot by the Marquis of Xiaochuan. Auntie, please spare Li Xia. I believe he will reform himself in the future. of."

"In the future..." Li Xia pulled down his sleeves by himself, and couldn't bear to see the woman's tears dripping on his arms. He looked blankly into the darkness, "Will there be a future for us? Can Hou Xiaochuan let you go?" Come out, do you mean that tonight is our last time..."

The sobs around him grew louder again, and everyone secretly wiped away their tears.

"Are we going to die here tonight?"

The author has something to say: ah, this book is much longer than my first book. If I write it down according to the outline, I guess it will be more than 20 to nearly 30. Come on!

Wait until it's finished for a while to see the problem.