The character design is always clear and strange [Comprehensive martial arts]

It was winter in a blink of an eye, and after the first snowfall, the entire Wuzheng Villa was covered in snow.

Thick icicles are frozen on the tile eaves of the house. As soon as the sun comes out, some of the ice will slowly melt, and water will drip down.

The cold wind got in through the gap of the window, and the cold air frantically declared war on the person's body.

People who practice martial arts protect their bodies with true qi, but they don't feel cold, but others can't hold it anymore.

Even though the charcoal basin was lit in the house, the nightingale's teeth chattered from the cold.

He had to sit on his lover's lap, covered with his cloak, and lean against his breast to keep warm.

Yuan Suiyun felt his trembling body, and while slowly fumbling for the special account book, he sighed in a low voice.

He handed the hand warmer to the little guy in his arms, and then asked: "Qingqing, if you were given a chance to choose, would you like to be the young lady of the Wuzheng Villa in the north, or would you like to go to the warm south and be a free-spirited woman?" Mrs. Island Owner?"

Nightingale was lying in Yuan Suiyun's arms with her head depressed, and looked up at him upon hearing this.

He was a little surprised: "Island owner's wife?"

"What island owner's wife? You are not the young owner of Wuzheng Villa, where did you get the island from?"

Yuan Suiyun avoided answering, but smiled: "Don't worry about it, just tell me which one you like. Do you like the south or the north?"

Nightingale leaned against his arms and smiled, "All birds will like the south."

Yuan Suiyun nodded: "That's the south."

"No, no, listen to me." Nightingale shook his arm, annoyed, "I haven't finished, don't jump to conclusions."

Yuan Suiyun nodded: "Okay, you continue."

"I am different from other birds. They all like the south, but I like the north."

Yuan Suiyun was puzzled: "Why is it so contrary to nature?"

"Because of you. Your home is in the north, and I will like wherever you like." Nightingale looked serious.

Yuan Suiyun smiled lightly and shook his head: "You, you. You can't leave me like that?"

Nightingale glared at him: "You said yesterday that we will never be separated in this life."

Yuan Suiyun thought about the Bat Island he planned to build, and temporarily ruled it out in his mind.

It seems that he still has to stay in Wuzheng Villa. If so, some things are unavoidable.

If he wants to successfully and completely inherit the position of the owner of Wuzheng Villa, then his half-brothers and sisters who come from various backgrounds are all obstacles in the way.Although these stones may not be able to trip people up, it is certain that they will make the road more difficult.

Yuan Suiyun didn't intend to be merciful.

He stroked the soft black hair of the person in his arms, and smiled softly: "Winter is a good time to appreciate plum blossoms. I know there is a plum garden nearby. I will take you to see it tomorrow."

Nightingale raised her head to look at him, and muttered, "Why do you suddenly think of plum admiring? The road will be very cold, right? I don't want to go."

Yuan Suiyun said: "I really don't want to go? There is also a big lake, and the ice is thick at this time, which is suitable for skating."

"Really?" Nightingale was instantly excited.

"I'm going, I want to skate."

Yuan Suiyun heaved a sigh of relief when he agreed, he pulled the cloak around the little guy, just when the servant girl brought ginger tea, Nightingale didn't want to drink it out of fear.

Yuan Suiyun coaxed him to tell some anecdotes and anecdotes, until the little rascal was made happy, then he drank a bowl of ginger tea to drive away the cold.

The next day, Nightingale got into the carriage with Yuan Suiyun and embarked on a journey to the Plum Garden in the eastern suburbs.

Not long after they left, a carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew westward from the other courtyard of the young master of Wuzheng Villa.

When Yuan Suiyun was skating on the lake with Nightingale, Mrs. Kumei who was far away on the other side swung a sword coldly at a person dressed as a rich boy with a big belly.

Blood splashed all over the ground, and a head that could not rest in peace rolled far away.

The onlookers screamed in horror, but Master Kumei didn't care too much, she hid her face behind the scarf, and neatly used a knife technique that she had never used before, and chopped off the person who rushed to take revenge.

Then, she moved on to the next goal.

Half a month later, someone knocked on the gate of Wuzheng Villa.

Yuan Dongyuan had a few drinks yesterday, and just after waking up and drinking sober tea, he heard a servant come to report.

"Master, someone sent you a box."

Yuan Dongyuan looked at the cold sweat on his forehead, a little strange: "What kind of box, what's in it?"

"This, owner, that box..."

Seeing him hesitating and trembling, unable to explain why, Yuan Dongyuan frowned and went to see it by himself.

"Okay, take me to see."

The black ink-stained box was in the hall, and everyone felt creepy.

Just because... that box was oozing blood.

"What are you afraid of?" Yuan Dongyuan looked at the servant's expression and was very dissatisfied. He thought that the box was something that the Jianghu people challenged the authority of Wuzheng Villa.He said coldly: "Keep your eyes open, there is nothing to be afraid of. The people in my Wuzheng Villa should have nothing to fear."

Yuan Dongyuan walked over and kicked the box open.

The next moment, seeing clearly whose face the pile of bloody heads in the box belonged to, he widened his eyes.

Those are his children.Some are close, some are not close, all are his flesh and blood relatives.

"Son, my son!"

"Who did it! Who did it!"

He suddenly thought of revenge from foreign enemies, so he immediately became nervous about Yuan Suiyun.

The old owner grabbed the butler's hand, his expression was ugly: "Where is your young master?"

The steward still had some impressions, he said: "The young master said that a teacher asked him to admire the plum blossoms, and it seems that he went to the prunes garden to meet the appointment."

Almost immediately, Yuan Dongyuan began to doubt the identity of the teacher.The first thing that comes to mind is Mrs. Kumei and her younger brother who is slightly less talented than Yuan Suiyun.

If she wanted that child to be promoted, killing Yuan Suiyun and killing all the other children in Wuzheng Villa would be a good way.

Yuan Dongyuan closed his eyes, he also understood that now his other children are dead, only Yuan Suiyun and Yuan Sidong are left.No matter who is left from the trip to the Prune Garden, the one who survives must be the future heir of Wuzheng Villa.

There is no room for change.

He thought about Yuan Suiyun's eyes, Yuan Sidong's qualifications, and his scheming sister, and he was filled with emotion.

He waved his hand to let the subordinates back down, and then said to the dead men trained by the villa: "I am old. I have to hand over power when I am old. If you come back with Yun this time, you will follow him. If this Once, Kumei came back with Sidong, so you follow Sidong, but you must kill Kumei to inherit Wuzheng Villa."

The housekeeper was extremely surprised: "Master, this..."

Yuan Dongyuan sighed: "The Kumei City Mansion is too deep to stay. But they may not be the ones who come back, maybe Suiyun has a way. Next, it depends on their fortune."

Mrs. Kumei, who was all kinds of conspiracy theories by the former owner, stood in the water prison of the Ximei Garden, looking at the person imprisoned opposite her in disbelief.

She fell into Yuan Suiyun's trap.

Mrs. Kumei looked at the rising water level in the dungeon, and then at the tied-up younger brother who was tied up across the street. She really hated Yuan Suiyun.

From the very beginning, he didn't want to give them a way out.

Ridiculous, she was played.

In the East Plum Garden, Yuan Suiyun was playing with Nightingale on the ice, and they were gliding slowly on the white and solid ice.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp~" Sometimes the speed is too fast, and Nightingale will become a prototype in fright, grabbing Yuan Suiyun's shoulder, and huddled against him, not daring to move.

Yuan Suiyun stopped, held the stunned Nightingale on his shoulders into his palm, and teased him with a smile: "If people in the Jianghu know that the young lady of Wuzheng Villa is so timid, they will laugh their teeth off."

"Jiujiujiu?" Why?

Nightingale didn't understand, isn't fear a normal emotion?

Who has nothing to fear.

Yuan Suiyun smiled lightly and said: "Because if I inherit Wuzheng Villa, you will be the wife of the owner of Wuzheng Villa in the future. It is very difficult to be the wife of the owner of Wuzheng Villa. Many people will watch your words and deeds. This You can't show them such a cowardly look."

Thinking about her messy image, Nightingale suddenly felt like an idol burdened by two hundred catties.

He felt that although he was naturally beautiful, intelligent and lovely, he was not shameful.But apart from Yuan Suiyun, he didn't want to see anyone else.

"Jiujiujiu?" Can you stop being the young lady?

Nightingale felt guilty for a second in silence.

When he turned into a human form again, the old owner had already sent someone there.

It was the deputy steward he was familiar with: "Young master, you, are you alright? Go back to the mansion quickly, the owner has something to discuss."