Chapter 75: (two)

…I’m here to sue the Imperial Court...
"The Saint sentenced him to copy and cut, and even Yan Xu's son who was less than six years old did not let go..."
"How long have you studied the piano?"
"Fourteen years."
"Young Master Yan is only in his early twenties?"
"It's Double Ten One"
"The son of Yan must be born in the family of music."
"There are no such elegant things in my family. I was sold to the Nanfeng Pavilion at the age of seven. The boss asked Master to teach it."
Fifteen years ago, Yan Xu's son was less than six years old, and fourteen years ago, Yan Lan was seven years old.
Yan Xu, Yan Lan.
Wei Lan blankly watched the person approaching Shen Qiuhe, Yan Mo desperately ran into Wei Lan, not understanding why at this moment, Wei Lan still didn't do anything.
Wei Lan watched the man in red holding a sword and an umbrella, bending down.
As if back then, in her dream, when he went to assassinate the saint.
Yan Lan looked at Shen Qiuhe and slowly said, "Master Shen, do you know who I am?"
"Know... Dao..." Shen Qiuhe trembled, and Yan Lan laughed: "Master Shen also knows... It's great."
"Master Shen knows, what am I here for today?"
"Vengeance..." Shen Qiuhe was on the verge of collapse, but he was still holding on. After all, he was Master Shang Shu who had experienced decades of ups and downs. Hearing this, Yan Lan burst into laughter.
"Vengeance? No, Lord Shen, I'm not here to take revenge!"
He said loudly: "I just, come and get back the justice that belongs to my family."
This heavenly law, heaven does not give, people do not give, I give it myself.
Yan Lan's words were still in her ears, and Wei Lan trembled and walked out.
She looked at Yan Lan in front of her and lifted the sword, she couldn't help but said, "A Lan!"
Yan Lan's hand trembled slightly, he turned around and saw Wei Lan.
She stood in the rain, her eyes full of trepidation, she reached out to him and trembling in her voice: "Alan," she said, "Give me the sword."
I will repay you this grudge.
do not do that……
Don't use your life to fight, don't use your life to exchange justice that should belong to you.
Alan, in the last life, that weak and incompetent Wei Lan could not save you. That young and stupid Wei Lan will not let you go.
In this life, I will save you.
I will give you the justice you want; I will pay you back the justice you want.
Yan Lan stopped moving, and turned his head to look at Wei Lan.
His eyes were just like that of the person back then, with ridicule and despair in his eyes.
"Wei Lan," he said, his voice turned into a sharp knife, cutting back and forth on her heart: "You can't help me, and I don't need your help."
As soon as the voice fell, his sword pierced Shen Qiuhe's chest suddenly!
Shen Qiuhe's eyes widened suddenly, Wei Lan watched quietly, and then slowly closed his eyes.
The author has something to say:
【small theater】
Zhang Cheng: What do you look like as a doctor of censorship? ?
Xie Zichen: Would you do something when someone beat your wife?
Zhang Cheng: Move.
Xie Zichen: That's not the end.
Zhang Cheng: But I played Wei Lan! !
Wang Xi: Isn't that over?