Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

Yun Sheng pushed away the guard's arm blocking the front: "Get out of the way."

In Buddhism, there is a kind of demon called Asura, who are warlike all their lives.

And the death pit where they fight is called Shura field.

Corpses were strewn all over the Shura field, blood flowed like rivers, and it was extremely tragic.

Some things, when you have never experienced or seen it, all you can understand is just a pale text, a meaningless discourse.

But when you see and experience it with your own eyes, you can deeply comprehend and appreciate all the profound meaning contained in that pale text.

The winding gravel path has been stained crimson by blood.

In the hot spring lake that was slowly steaming with warm air, there were several corpses floating indistinctly.

Yun Sheng's footsteps seemed to be nailed to the gate of the courtyard and he could not move.

Her voice was hoarse and low: "Can you find Mrs. Madam?"

The guard nodded heavily, and raised his finger to point to the location of Yunsheng's study not far away in the courtyard.

The faces that used to be vivid, now are covered with scars and corpses of different shapes lying under his feet.

It's not those who are irrelevant.

It was the people who had lived with Yunsheng day and night for two years, including the sweeping girl, Xiaosi who carried the water, and the teenage girl who greeted Yunsheng with a coquettish smile every time she saw her.

Yun Sheng never even asked their names.

Huber, who took care of the flowers and trees in the yard, never talked too much, but always did his job as Aunt Lu in an orderly manner.

Yun Sheng remembered that Aunt Lu should have a grandson. Her son and daughter-in-law both died of a serious illness many years ago. It was Mrs. Bai who kindly took him in the White Mansion and sent his grandson to Chang'an City. Where does the best sir study.

In the past, no matter how tragic the flesh and blood corpse was boasted under his feet, Yun Sheng would never frown slightly.

But at this time, every time I see a face falling under my feet, I will think of their lively smiles on weekdays.

This morning, they also congratulated Yun Sheng with beaming faces. After each received a generous reward, they laughed at each other to make some clothes, to buy the best rouge, and to buy his grandson his favorite clothes. To eat roast goose, I have to make a pot of good wine, save it for a dowry in the future, and save it for a wife in the future...

Those good wishes, those simple wishes, never had the chance to come true.

The door of the study is open.

There were even candles burning in the room.

With his slightly fat body, Master Bai leaned against the door and sat on Yun Sheng's large mahogany carved chair covered with a thick brocade cushion.

From the front door to the study room, it is only a few steps away.Yun Sheng, however, seemed to have walked as long as a century.

Master Bai was still wearing the dark blue cloud brocade costume that was specially made for Yun Sheng's wedding.

But at this time, the gorgeous clothes had a hole in the chest.

The dark blue clothing also turned dark black.

At that time, the blood stained the clothes red.

A sword pierces the heart, and there will be no survivors.

Suddenly, Yun Sheng heard a sound coming from the cabinet in the study.

Then there was a "touch" of the window opening and closing.

Yun Sheng entered the cabinet in an instant. He thought he was the perpetrator, but he didn't think about it. What he saw was Ran Yi, whose bun was a little messy, and Mrs. Bai who looked dazed, tightly hugging Ran Yi's arm.

"mother!!!"

Yun Sheng rushed forward in one step, the joy of regaining what was lost, and Yun Sheng, who had always been extremely strong, couldn't help but shed tears.