[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

In early April, Cui Jia went to Liu's residence to make a scene.

Cui Jia received a reply letter from Shen's residence, and learned the truth about the 50 taels of gold back then, she couldn't accept that she was a villain who would avenge her kindness, and she got drunk.

He left Cui's house and staggered all the way to Liu's house. If Wang Sheng wasn't blocking him, he might have made trouble with Zhao Yan.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Yan had already turned off the lights and went to sleep. She woke up when she heard the noisy voices outside, and asked Fu Bao, "What's going on outside?"

Fu Bao lied, "My lord, the imperial court has offended someone, so he's going to make a fuss outside. Wang Sheng and the housekeeper are blocking the outside. I'll close the window for you later, and you can sleep peacefully."

Fu Bao drew the dark blue bed curtain for Zhao Yan, and only then did he softly close the window from the house and close the door when he heard the sound of long and thin breathing.

Cui Jiahong argued with Wang Sheng outside, "I want to see him! You let me see him! I want to hear him explain the 50 taels of gold in person!"

Although Wang Sheng said that his left hand was no longer useful, he was a martial artist after all, and before he had used his strength, he pushed Cui Jia, a frail scholar, to the ground.

Cui Jia smelled heavily of alcohol, and his eyes were bloodshot, "Zhao Changning! Did the 50 taels of gold that saved my father come from the Zhao family?"

Wang Sheng showed no mercy, and Cui Jia was thrown out by the collar, and fell hard to the ground.

Cui Jia got up in embarrassment, feeling his heart curled up into a ball, and the tide of the past was like drowning him. The appearance of Zhao Changning holding him in his arms when he was young overlapped alternately with the appearance of being crushed by the emperor some time ago.

At this time, Cui Jia was not like a noble official in other people's mouth, but he was clearly down and out like a wild dog.

"You let me see him!"

Wang Sheng stepped on his neck, and with a little force, Cui Jia's neck would be crushed by the roots, and Wang Sheng's hoarse voice came from Cui Jia's ear, "He has paid back with his own hard work. The Cui family's kindness in nurturing has long been severed with your Cui family."

Cui Jia gasped under Wang Sheng's feet, and stared at Wang Sheng with wide eyes, "Who are you?"

Wang Sheng sneered, "The one who can easily take your life."

Cui Jia gritted her teeth, "Let go of me!"

The strength of Wang Sheng's feet increased. He had killed people like hemp, and he knew how people are tortured the most.

The flesh and blood of the body was cut by the sharp blade, and red blood gushed out of the blue blood vessels, making a howling sound like an ant.

Cui Jia's face was black and blue, her legs were weak, and her eyes were absent-minded.

There are signs of suffocation.

The fear of death made him grasp Wang Sheng's calf instinctively and seemed to push it away, but the foot on his neck remained motionless like a huge stone.

Cui Jia gradually stopped struggling with both hands, her eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs were bloodshot.

Seeing it from a distance, Fu Bao exclaimed in surprise, "Wang Sheng! You can't kill him! He is the son's younger brother!"

When Cui Jia was about to take her last breath, Wang Sheng raised his foot, Cui Jia got up and gasped heavily, his handsome face was pale, and most of the alcohol in his body faded away.

"When you're sober, go back."

Cui Jia clutched her neck, unwillingly looked at the room with the lights out, turned around and limped away.

He is a man of taste.

Today there is an evil god guarding the door, so he is afraid that he will not see anyone.

It is impossible for Zhao Changning to hide in Liu's house for a lifetime, he will see him one day.

Intense guilt intertwined with burning desire.

Since then, Zhao Changning has become a huge, dark shadow in his heart.

If you can't see it, you will be lost forever.

Wang Sheng stared at Cui Jia's leaving back expressionlessly.

The tall back looks like a straight green poplar, and the shadow reflected on the ground has smooth and beautiful lines.

Fu Bao said to Wang Sheng, "You just wanted to kill him?"

Wang Sheng's shoulders froze, and he clapped his hands lightly, "How dare I kill someone with official status?"

Fu Bao laughed angrily, "Is there anything you dare not do."

Wang Sheng said noncommittally, "My lord is asleep?"

Fu Bao said, "Sleeping."

Wang Sheng said, "I'm going to watch the night for the young master."

Fu Bao looked at Wang Sheng's back, feeling suspicious.

Wang Sheng, who are you?

Wang Sheng walked into the house.

There is a scent of medicine in the house.

He opened the alcove and lit the lamp.

The dim light illuminated Zhao Yan's sleeping face.

Wang Sheng gently stroked Zhao Yan's face with his thinly callused hands, and leaned over to place a slight bite mark on his lips.

Zhao Yan, who was sleeping under the influence of Anshenxiang, suddenly didn't know.

Wang Sheng tucked the quilt for him.

Opposite Wang Sheng was a mirror, which reflected Wang Sheng's swollen and scarred face.The face looked unreal and distorted in the dim light.

Wang Sheng's cheeks suddenly felt itchy and uncomfortable.

Like countless bugs crawling.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he looked in the mirror and peeled off the swollen wounds on his face one by one.

The cleaning process was not long. It was a jelly that was very similar to human skin. After peeling off from the cheeks, it gave off a stench like a rotting corpse.

So the originally handsome eyebrows showed their embryonic form.

It was Lu Jinglan.

This is an ancient method, which was often used by people traveling in the rivers and lakes or fugitives to hide their whereabouts and cross the sea.In its heyday, the Lu family had over a thousand disciples, among whom there were inevitably quacks.

Lu Jinglan swallowed carbon and ruined her voice, and returned to Zhao Yan wearing a mask called Wang Sheng.

What does it feel like when hot carbon passes through your throat?

It was as if the throat had been cut inch by inch by countless tiny knife points.

Lu Jinglan rolled and trembled with the pain in his neck, moaning in pain like a wild animal, and all the muscles in his body were twitching.

And he has experienced enough pain in his life, so he can still bear it this time.

The tall young man was as light as a swallow, turned on the beam, and fell asleep leaning on the beam.

Helian Dan disabled his hand, but did not hurt his leg.

As long as there is still a part of the body that is able to move, no one can destroy a ghost who is surviving in hell.

The tips of his ears moved slightly, and when he heard a noise outside, he opened his cold eyes again, and his eyes fell on the noisy window like lightning.