What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 120 That Tyrant
Xue Dao rushed to the Qianqiu Pavilion where Shizi was staying without even putting on clothes. Lin Zhao had to change clothes. The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier. Before going out, she took a warm cloak and draped it around her arms. He left the vernal equinox in Tingyu Pavilion, and hurried away with Pingxi and Pinglian.

The Qianqiu Pavilion was completely surrounded, but none of the people entered the courtyard, they stood in two rows, weeping continuously, and even trembling all over, they couldn't stand still.

As soon as he stepped on the threshold, he heard Princess Huai's heart-piercing cry, the voice cut through the drizzle, and beat everyone like a long whip, Lin Zhao couldn't help but stop.

"Tong'er! My Tong'er!"

Listening to the voice, Princess Huai wanted to hold her breath for a while.

Chen Tong really died.

She had no friendship with Chen Tongsu, Xue Dao was more worried at the moment, thinking of his expression before going out, Lin Zhao couldn't help shivering, squeezed the cloak, and wanted to send it in.

"At the moment, it's a mess inside, and Xue Langzhong is concerned about it. I'm afraid he won't be able to take care of Madam. Madam should stay outside and wait for news from inside."

Someone behind him spoke calmly, and Lin Zhao realized that an umbrella had been covered over her head at some point. She turned her head and looked at the graceful young man in front of her, with a koi robe and a black gold crown. I haven't seen his real face, but I guessed his identity accurately, and saluted: "My concubine pays my respects to Your Highness."

"I'm just worried about Madam, and I hope Madam will forgive me."

Fifth Prince said.

Lin Zhao nodded lightly, this person is right, we can't add to the confusion now.

She pinched her fingers, saw Ping Lian coming over with an umbrella, and walked over quietly, seeing the situation, the fifth prince took the umbrella back unhurriedly, Lin Zhao glanced and found that his back was already completely wet .

Xue Dao didn't come out all night, and the people outside the courtyard just watched silently. The rain didn't stop, a lot of physical exertion, coupled with the cold rainy night, Lin Zhao was a little exhausted, his legs were numb, and his lips were numb. Turning pale, seeing the sun climbed up, with the north wind, Ping Lian said with concern: "Ma'am, let's go back to Ting Yu Pavilion and wait, I'm afraid your body will not be able to bear it like this."

Pingxi also dissuaded her with red eyes: "Yes, Young Madam, if you fall down, Young Master..."

"You go back first, we are watching here."

The fifth prince spoke at the right time, Lin Zhao turned his head, the man's eyes were also a little black, he let out a breath, his fingertips were trembling, he nodded reluctantly, and went back to listen to Yu Pavilion.

After changing clothes, he ate something, and in the evening, Pingxi talked back and forth, saying that the son was assassinated at the time, but he did not expect the poison on the sword, and then the wound deteriorated, and he died after so long treatment, but he still couldn't get over it.

King Huai had ordered someone to put the son's body in the coffin, and now it was placed in the ancestral hall, where Xue Daoshou refused to leave, the princess fainted several times, King Huai also fell down, and now the second son Chen Wu is in charge.

Lin Zhao nodded and rushed to the outside of the ancestral hall regardless of the obstruction of the spring equinox. The sun was setting and the sky and the ground were covered with a large area of ​​bright red. Kneeling on both sides of the coffin in sackcloth, weeping, even the skin on his face was scratched without knowing it.

She held up her umbrella and looked at Xue Dao who was kneeling in the corridor. Her back was as straight as a pine, and she could not tilt it even when the drizzle beat her. Her long hair hung behind her like thick ink that had faded away. The brown wooden coffin had its arms hanging down.

Beside his broad palm was an old writing brush.

As the rain gradually subsided, Lin Zhao raised his umbrella, caught a glimpse of one place, and was suddenly startled.

On the left hand side of Xue Dao was a dead body, bloody and bloody, limbs sticking out at various weird angles, there was a huge hole in the belly, dirty all over the ground, looking at the protruding eyeballs, one could tell that this person died before death How much panic and pain was given.

"That's the leader of the assassination that day, called Sun Shangqing."

Pingxi reminded in a low voice behind him: "Master..."

"do not talk."

Lin Zhaodao.

Her fingers holding the handle of the umbrella turned white.

This was killed by Xue Dao.

It seems that such a brutal method still cannot vent the anger in his heart.

Tyrant.

These two words came to Lin Zhao's mind again. Maybe this murder made her see the violence and cruelty in Xue Dao's heart.

shudder.

I don't know whether it was out of thinking or shock, Lin Zhao didn't move for a long time, there was someone behind him, it was Chen Wu, his eyes were red as if bleeding, he was exhausted, he stumbled over, and fell forward weakly.

"Second son!"

Lin couldn't take care of him, so he threw an umbrella to support Chen Wu. His body was as cold as ice, and he held Lin Zhao's arm backwards, just like the jaws of a tiger and leopard. His lips were tight, and his eyes were fixed on the coffin. , the words were sad: "Big Brother... Big Brother..."

Lin Zhao couldn't bear it: "My condolences to the second son, the Sri Lankan has passed away."

Chen Wu turned a deaf ear, pushed Lin Zhao away, and headed straight for the coffin. Ping Lian hurriedly supported Lin Zhao, watching Chen Wu nearly hit his head on the coffin, the servant next to him hurriedly caught him, and mournfully said: " son."

"Big brother... my big brother..."

As Chen Wu spoke, he suddenly retched in pain, as if he was about to vomit out his internal organs.

Xue Dao raised his head when he heard this, his eyes were ruthless, he picked up the brush in his hand, and said in a low voice: "This is what the prince gave me as a gift when he first met me, and I kept it for five years."

After saying that, he gritted his teeth hard, and the writing brush broke into two pieces in the palm of his hand.

Chen Wu looked back at him with complex pupils.

Xue Dao's eyes seemed to be rolling with monstrous waves, like the deep sea at midnight, hiding thousands of miles of horror: "I and Shizi are brothers and sisters, today's enmity, I will make that person pay in blood!"

Chen Wu gritted his teeth and wept bitterly.

Xue Dao took a deep breath, stood up, turned around and saw Lin Zhao, and pulled her to go out. The umbrella in Lin Zhao's hand fell to the ground, and he followed closely. The moment he turned out of the courtyard door, she froze for a moment.

The fire is like a shuttle, weaving blood into the night.

And in the blood, Lin Zhao could see clearly.

Xue Dao seemed to... smiled.

Going back to Listening to Yu Pavilion, the two entered the bedroom one after the other in silence. Lin Zhao took the clothes from the spring equinox and asked them to wait outside. Seeing this, they couldn't eat anything at night.

Xue Dao took off his clothes, Lin Zhao gave him the dry clothes, walked over to light the candle, but turned around and saw a large bruise on his chest by the light, she was startled secretly, and took a closer look, It's a new injury.

"The thief did it?"

Lin Zhao frowned and asked.

Xue Dao didn't speak, the window was not closed securely, the bedroom door cracked open when the wind came in, he turned around to close the door, and at that moment, Lin Zhao's head suddenly stabbed, as if a broken thread was reconnecting. As if tied by a pair of big hands, this new wound on the chest, the strange smile that was not noticed just now.

There was also the sudden mouthful of blood when she learned that the son had died, and just before leaving the house.

Lin Zhao's scalp instantly went numb.

'bang'

The door of the bedroom was gently closed, and the flickering candlelight quietly stopped in the windless room, like a pot of vermilion ink splashed on the wall, with star-studded choking.

Lin Zhao watched Xue Dao turn around, staring at him with a pair of extremely dark eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Xue Dao no longer had the resentment he had just now, let alone sadness, only peace.

Xue Dao said softly: "Yes, I killed the son."

(End of this chapter)