Peony Overlord [Rebirth]

There was no one in the room. Now that Ah Fei was taken away, Xing Yanhong's room was terribly empty. The stove was burning hot. Chu Xinle was carried into the room by Xing Yanhong. , dizzy, even more nauseated.

Chu Xinle held back desperately, but just before she was about to vomit, Xing Yanhong threw her down on the couch in the back room.

Xing Yanhong has great strength, and his superior stature makes him superior to other family members. Even Shi Zhenming is half a head shorter than him, not to mention Shi Jiaming, who expertly wraps Chu Xinle's wrists and pulls him to On the top of the head, hold it with one hand, and put the other hand aside, the strong sense of oppression is overwhelming.

Because of the posture just now, Chu Xinle's face was congested with blood, and his pale face turned red at this moment. It took a while to suppress the nausea and dizziness, and his chest heaved up and down.

Chen Fan was taken into the side room by Lin Hao, and those who came out of Xing's family seemed to be stronger than ordinary people, clasping Chen Fan's arms instead, without any pity, the palms were so strong that Chen Fan was numb.

He struggled thoughtlessly at first, but when he found it was useless, he immediately gave up. When he saw the two people entering through the back door, he realized that not all the people in the mansion had been replaced by his own. , a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and Lin Hao didn't know where he picked it up, like a roundworm in this kid's stomach.

"Be honest, my master is just looking for your son to catch up on the old days, and it won't take long." Lin Hao remained expressionless as usual, his voice was cold, and he ignored his answers, as if it was no big deal if he didn't speak out, but he was gagged The man glared at him angrily, thinking that he was worried about his master, so he kindly reminded him a few words.

"..." Where did you get this rag!

Lin Hao felt that the man's eyes were staring harder...

Chu Xinle looked at him from bottom to top, without any so-called fear, the two of them seemed to have returned to the winter two years ago, when Xing Yanhong was so condescending and stabbed him to death.

"Third son, go to the Yanxiang building to do those rogue and perverted things." Because Chu Xinle clasped her arms above her head, her whole body stretched out, and the cloak on her body was not fastened. On the blanket, he was wearing a thin layer of Tsing Yi with only a moderate thickness. The top collar button was missing, revealing the neck of Xing Yanhong's heart. It looked transparent under the dim firelight, and even the slender blood vessels inside were exposed, but There is a scar across it, like a flaw in a carefully copied painting, which is annoying.

"How did you do it?" Xing Yanhong said with a regretful dumbness, and asked, "Shi Zhenming?"

Chu Xinle didn't speak, and didn't care about the scar on her neck.

Xing Yanhong's drooping eyes were deep, and the hostility around him hadn't dissipated half of it, and it was even more intense. The two of them were not close to each other, but the ups and downs of their chests would rub against each other from time to time. People dizzy.

"How about putting you three sons together again? I'm happy."

Chu Xinle blinked and said, "I'm not very happy, isn't the third son safe and sound?"

Xing Yanhong's hand holding Chu Xinle tightened suddenly, the frivolity and frivolity in his eyes and even the drunkenness that was still pervasive just now disappeared, revealing his clear eagle eyes under the heavy mist, full of clamoring ambition inside, he lifted Kneeling between Chu Xinle with one long leg, pinching Chu Xinle's chin with the tiger's mouth of the other hand, holding back his anger and saying: "Yi An, I stabbed you, you remember it till now, huh?"

Chu Xinle resented the feeling of being controlled by others, her chin was pinched so painfully, and she seemed to be drunk by the smell of alcohol, all the skin of her original disguise was torn off, revealing her kindness and ferocity, and said in a low voice: "Xing Yanhong, You really believe in the resurrection of the dead, aren't you afraid?"

The heat in the room continued to rise, and no one spoke. The game between the two seemed to be deadlocked at this moment. No one was willing to take a step back.

Xing Yanhong smiled, not his usual smile, not frivolous, but more joyful, even the unique desire to conquer when a golden eagle kills a wolf.When he was taming A Fei, he was often bitten by those sharp teeth. His inherent strong desire to conquer made him have a tireless heart.

"Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, third son." The anger just now was only for a moment, it seemed that Xing Yanhong had misunderstood it, and Chu Xinle returned to that layer of easy-talking and amiable.

"Tsk... It's always called by the third son and the third son, that's what the sisters in Yanxianglou call." Xing Yanhong relaxed his hard hand, and when the hand that was holding his chin was released, there seemed to be no place Brushed from the side of the slender neck.

"What's the difference? My biological mother is a cook who only does some lowly dirty work. It's not as good as the sisters in the building who spend all day wearing makeup and powder." Chu Xinle half-jokingly, when her eyes narrowed The corners of his eyes were hooked even more, his eyelids were thin, and there were more fickleness and ungratefulness in his tenderness.

"Chu Yi'an, are you drunk too? You are talking nonsense." Xing Yanhong let go of him and stood up.

Chu Xinle sat up with her arms stretched out, moved her numb wrists, and looked up at Xing Yanhong. He stood in front of her, like a thick and tall wall, blocking all the already dim lights behind her.

"Is there any way out for Boluan now?" Chu Xinle asked.

Xing Yanhong nodded, seemed to be very satisfied with his title, cheered up, and said, "It's gone, you have given me the last way out. The third son is really helpless now." When he said this, his expression was too extreme Usually, it seems to be a simple explanation, and the situation of being surrounded by enemies does not seem to be a big deal to him.

"So Boluan, you must be tied to the same rope as me now, and I am the only way out for you." Chu Xinle got up and passed Xing Yanhong, bent over to pick up the soft blanket and curled up together. Tuan's cloak was shaken off and draped over his shoulders. He tied the rope and turned his head to reveal a side face. Under the orange-red light, he was unusually three-dimensional and charming: "Now, we can cooperate."

The first time Chu Xinle went back, she saw a figure standing under a bare tree branch in the yard. When Shi Haoming saw the person coming back, he rushed up immediately. He was only wearing a thick coat, which was much thinner than the cloak Chu Xinle was wearing.

"Second brother, why did you come back at this time today?" Shi Haoming asked.

These days, when Shi Haoming has nothing to do, he runs to the Chu Xinle Courtyard. Except for food, he actually sleeps directly in Chu Xinle's side room these days and nights. It's not that he insists on being here, but in his courtyard It's shabby, not even a stove is turned on, and the winter in Runan is terribly cold. If there is no heater, you will definitely be frozen at night.

He would wait in the courtyard every day for Chu Xinle to come back, and Chu Xinle was used to it. He used to be the youngest in the Chu family, but now he was someone else's brother, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

"Some things are delayed, don't worry about it." Chu Xinle prevaricates back and pulls people into the house.

Shi Haoming knew that he couldn't ask more questions, so he nodded and stopped talking.

"Have you had dinner?" Chu Xinle held Shi Haoming's hand. Shi Haoming was taller than Chu Xinle. Although the two were only one year apart, Chu Xinle treated him like the youngest brother in the family, but he No bro experience.

Shi Haoming wore thin clothes, but his body was hot, and his hands were also hot. After touching it like this, he found that his second brother's hand was cold, so he grabbed it to warm him up. He shook his head and said, "Let's eat together when second brother comes back."

Chu Xinle's tightness with Xing Yanhong just now gradually relaxed. He glanced at Shi Hao Ming, and said with his elder brother's majesty: "If I come back so late again, you don't have to wait for me, you understand?"

Shi Haoming still shook his head with a firm attitude.

After getting along with Chu Xinle for the past few days, she found that Shi Haoming was a very stubborn child. It was very cold outside in winter, and it was extremely difficult to breathe especially at night. He advised Shi Haoming not to stay in the yard outside the house. Waiting for him, Shi Haoming just didn't listen, and Chu Xinle stopped talking.

The two entered the room, Green Bamboo and Jade Lotus heated up the food, and Chen Fan went to his room to change his clothes.

Today's dishes are rich, and there is steamed fish. Chu Xinle found that Shi Haoming loves fish, and he always shaves carefully. Sometimes he can eat a whole fish. Chu Xinle doesn't like fish, and he is too lazy to be patient Go shave, but this is an excuse, he doesn't like the fishy smell, it stands to reason that their Chu family was born in Qinchuan, a water town, the water is beautiful and the fish are fat, most of the fishermen make a living by fishing, but Chu Xinle just doesn't like it He likes to eat fish, and has been like this since he was a child. Fortunately, his parents and elder brothers are used to it, and he only cooks meat for his three meals a day.

Chu Xinle was not in the mood at first, so she had dinner with Shi Haoming, and she was full after just two mouthfuls. She put the chopsticks aside, and looked up at Shi Haoming who was buried in the fish.

Shi Haoming's eyes were sharp, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the second brother put down the bamboo chopsticks and then raised his face, asking, "Second brother, have you finished eating?"

Chu Xinle nodded.

Shi Haoming frowned and said, "Second brother, you eat too little."

"A lot, quite a lot." Chu Xinle raised the rice bowl in front of him to face him, and said poorly, "Half a bowl of rice."

"..."

Shi Haoming had nothing to say, buried his head in shaving, put a piece of smooth fish into Chu Xinle's bowl, and said, "Brother, try it, there is no thorn."

Chu Xinle shook her head and refused.

Shi Haoming showed a disappointed look on his face, he also put down the bamboo chopsticks, and only ate half of the fish.

"Why don't you eat?" Chu Xinle asked.

"Second brother, you eat too. Every time I eat one, I look like a pig." Shi Haoming complained.

Chu Xinle had experienced this person's stubbornness a long time ago, knowing that she would not eat this boy, so she picked up the bamboo chopsticks, put the piece of fish in the bowl into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it indiscriminately.

"Okay, you can eat."

"Is it delicious?" Shi Haoming asked.

It looks very much like a child sharing something he likes with others, eager to be affirmed by others.The person in front of him is obviously not young, but showing this expression is not out of harmony at all.

Chu Xinle swallowed it whole, and only now listened to his question to savor the taste in her mouth carefully. It was smooth and delicate, sweet and sour. It seemed that there was no bitterness in her memory.

Chu Xinle nodded, smiled, and said, "It's delicious."

Shi Haoming brightened like a flower, peeled off a piece of tender meat from the belly of the fish, shaved off the small thorns, put it in Chu Xinle's bowl, and said happily: "Brother eats too."

Chu Xinle looked at the person in front of her, as if she saw her former self through him——

At that time, like Shi Haoming, he loved to share his favorite food with Chu Songcun.

"Brother, here's this for you!" Chu Xinle loves to eat duck legs. A duck has only two legs. He often gives the biggest one to Chu Songcun. Pick it up by yourself, and said: "You can eat it, brother doesn't eat it."

But Chu Xinle was stubborn, even more stubborn than Shi Haoming, she would rather eat with her chopsticks and watch Chu Songcun eat it herself.

At that time, his father said that his temper would make his wife unbearable if he married a wife in the future, and his mother also persuaded him, but Chu Xinle was still young at that time, and always felt that marrying a wife and having children was far away from him, and his brother was also a bachelor one.

But in the blink of an eye, Chu Songcun got married, the daughter of Mu's parents, Mu Zhuxiao, and Chu Tianling's wife was Mu Huaifeng, the younger sister of Mu Huaiyu, the head of the Mu family. The school is not his own. This is known to the entire six major families in the Central Plains, but so what?

Mu Huaiyu and his wife love their eldest daughter very much. The wife of Mu's family is weak, no matter how much medicine she takes to keep her healthy, she can't conceive. At that time, there were already starving victims everywhere, but very few. Mrs. Xie of the Mu family once went to worship Buddha in the mountains. When she went up the mountain, she heard crying. Walking along, she saw a baby girl wrapped in rags. When she saw her, she stopped crying and smiled with big watery eyes.

A few years after Mu Zhuxiao picked it up, Xie became pregnant, but because of this, her health was even worse, and she often had to sit and rest for a while after walking two steps. When the doctor came to take the pulse, his face was not good. Not to mention, just to let Madam take good care of the baby, but Mrs. Xie woke up that afternoon and saw no one in the room, so she went out for a walk and heard a conversation next door, she had no intention of eavesdropping, but that voice was the one she often gave The doctor who took the pulse came up.

"Madam's body... If you really want to give birth to this child, I'm afraid it will be a disaster." The doctor stroked his beard with a withered hand, shook his head and sighed.

Mu Huaiyu didn't speak, he seemed sad, and seemed to be making a choice, Xie couldn't see it.

"Doctor, child... I don't want it anymore, my wife's life is more important." After a long time, when Mrs. Xie heard Mu Huaiyu say such a sentence, the words seemed to be sighed.

Mrs. Xie was not listening, she lowered her eyes, hiding the joy and pain in her eyes, turned around to support her protruding stomach, and went back to the house.

Not long after lying down, she heard the door being opened, and the smell of some medicine came in, but she felt that it was not the birth control medicine she was familiar with.

"Ma'am, it's time to wake up. After sleeping for so long, I'm going to sleep unsteadily again at night." The two had been together for almost ten years, and Mu Yan's doting tone was no different from when they first started.

Xie's nose was a little sore, she sat up, her eyes were red.

"Did you wake up? Why are your eyes red?" Mu Yanping stretched out his thumbs to gently touch her eyes. His fingers were cold, but the cold made those eyes even hotter.

"Uncle Zi." Mrs. Xie called him.

"Zibo is here." Mu Yanping replied.

"Uncle Zi." As if she didn't hear, Mrs. Xie called out again, grabbed his two hands, took them off and clenched them tightly: "I want to give you a baby." She paused, her tone became more firm : "I want to give you a baby."

Seeing her like this, Mu Yanping guessed something in his heart. He lowered his eyes, as if he had done something wrong and didn't dare to look at her: "You...you heard everything?"

"Uncle Zi, I'm your wife. I want to give birth to a child for you. Promise me, okay?" Mrs. Xie asked softly. She was always so flattered. In front of her, Mu Yanping wanted to have a child.

With some uncontrollable crying, he said, "I... don't want anything to happen to you."

"Uncle Zi, look at me." She raised her hand to hold Mu Yanping's face: "It will be fine, trust me, mother and child will be safe."

The miscarriage medicine on the table was left cold that night, and I didn't move it again.

The leaves turn from green to yellow, and then from yellow to nothing. Day after day, Mu Zhuxiao watched helplessly as her mother’s belly grew bigger and bigger, like a ball. Later, it became cold, and at the end of the year, it was almost New Year’s Eve Now, my mother never went out again, she was always half-sitting on the couch, and every time she entered the room, there was an unpleasant smell of medicine. She didn't like to smell it, but she was afraid that her mother would feel uncomfortable when she saw it, so she tried her best to hold it back .

On New Year's Eve, when the family reunited and had fun, Mu's family was extremely busy running up and down.

Mu Huaiyu waited outside the door, pacing back and forth anxiously, and could hear the midwife in the room repeating "strength" over and over again.

It has been more than an hour, Xie Shi has not yet been born, she clenched the square handkerchief tightly in her mouth, the handkerchief was soaked with blood, she didn't make any cry, she exerted strength silently.

Snow began to fall from the sky, and Mu Yanping stood in the snow, as if his head had turned white overnight, the surroundings were terribly silent, no one dared to speak, and everyone held their breath and concentrated.

"Wow-wow-"

The loud cry was like a sharp knife cruelly cutting through the solitude. At the moment when everyone was relieved, Mu Yanping's heart was still hanging in his throat, and he hurried to Running around the room, because it was snowing and the ground was slippery, he staggered and fell to his knees, the muffled sound seemed insignificant in the crying.

When he ran in in embarrassment, he didn't look at his son, but knelt beside Xie Shi, slowly moved her cramped hand away, and said, "I'm here...I... ...should be in the house with you."

Xie seemed to have been soaked in water, she was pale and translucent, she seemed to be exhausted, she didn't speak, tried her best to pull out a smile, and then closed her eyes.

"Master! Madam's blood can't stop!" The midwives and maids kept changing the water and washing the veils, and the water basin was full of red.

Mu Yanping didn't move, he clenched Xie Shi's hand tightly, and pinned the hair sticking to her face behind her ears.

The Xie family is just a small family, it is nothing in front of the aristocratic family, the other family's marriage is for the development of the two families, but Mu Huaiyu is a lover, broke with the family, and wants to marry the Xie family.

Her body is weak, and childbirth is already beyond reach for her, but she still has to work hard, even if she loses her life, she will have a child for Mu Yanping, which is her most ardent hope.

Mu Yanping has long accepted the reality. A few months ago, when he didn't feed Xie the abortion pill that night, he knew that he personally sent his wife to death. It is the future of the Mu family. On the last day of the year, the new day of the Mu family will rise, but this day is also the beginning of the yin and yang separation between Mu Yanping and his wife.