Chapter 767: Various previous lives (4)

It's midwinter.
Cheng Mansion was surrounded by one hundred thousand elite soldiers.
Taishou Cheng, Huang Clan, Cheng Deji, Nan Yan, Cheng Zaixi and others stood in the hall, looking at the man sitting in panic in panic.
He was dressed in white and was playing with the vase carelessly.
Taishou Cheng showed flattery and said respectfully: "I don't know what is the matter when the emperor is in the humble house? Is this such a big battle to propose marriage to Xi'er?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in Cheng's House was relieved.
Cheng Zaixi was even more shy, raised her tail finger, and raised her beautiful eyes to make Xiao Yi's eyes.
Xiao Yi grinned.
He turned the wide-mouthed enamel vase with a warm voice: "I remember that this vase was placed in the Flower Hall of Songhe Garden in Nanfu before. It is an antique of Nanjia's old grandmother and a favorite."
Cheng Deji smiled: "It's true. This vase was made in an official kiln 500 years ago. The flowers and birds painted are meticulously detailed, and the bottom is privately printed by the emperor. It is really a treasure that is hard to find. These objects should be covered. We scholars use it to admire and praise, instead of putting it at the merchants who have no ink on their chests and being treated as decorative ornaments for nothing."
"Ruin..."
Xiao Yi pinned the word, and the corners of his lips twitched lightly.
The deep phoenix eyes showed a hint of coolness, and he suddenly let go of his hand.
The precious front-facing vase fell to the ground, instantly torn apart.
Everyone in Chengfu's complexion changed drastically.
Xiao Yi lazily supports Yi: "When you designed Nanfu, how many gold and silver jewelry you embezzled, I will tell you to spit it out today. Seal Chengfu."
Shiku and others have long been gearing up.
Hear the order and act without hesitation.
The whole Cheng Mansion was chaotic into a pot of porridge, and countless precious money, gold and silver, was found box by box, and all were carried out of the mansion gate.
Those that could not be taken away, like the eight large screens of golden nanmu and the carved red sandalwood bed, were destroyed and burned.
Cheng Zaixi screamed like crazy, and rushed to stop them: "This is my makeup, these are my pearl jewelry, you are not allowed to take it! Give it back to me, give me back my things!"
She fished out a pair of hibiscus jade hairpins.
Shiku took it back unceremoniously, and sneered: "Obviously it is the dowry of the South Fifth girl. I have seen her wear it. When did it become your thing? It is also the daughter of the prefect family, let's have a face!"
After finishing speaking, he ordered the guards to take off all the pearl hairpin jewelry worn by Cheng Zaixi and the silk brocade Lingluo worn by Cheng Zaixi.
On a winter day when the water was dripping into ice, poor Cheng Zaixi was thrown in the courtyard in her thin bedding clothes, causing laughter and sarcasm from all directions.
Nan Yan's face was pale and shaky.
She looked at the man sitting above.
Jin Xiangyu's power minister is also staring at her with interest.
Nan Yan's heart trembled.
In the next instant, I heard his gentle voice: "My family is Jiaojiao, Huang Quan is lonely, since your sister claims to love her, why don't you go and accompany her?"
His pupils were full of red blood.
The appearance of smiling with lips curled, lazy and cold, like a ghost crawling out of the depths of the underworld.
There is no reason to be with evil spirits.
Nan Yan finally realized that something was wrong, but after all, it was too late.
She shook her head and backed away in panic: "Don't... don't kill me..."
Cheng Deji guarded her behind him and scolded her angrily: "Xiao Yi, are you crazy?! My father is the prefect of Shu County, the imperial court order officer!"
Xiao Yi nodded: "That's why I dared to beat Nanjia second uncle alive and unscrupulously. You don't need to remind me, since I'm here this time, I won't let him go. Kill him together."
Everyone in the Cheng family suddenly opened their eyes.
Huang sternly scolded: "You have a calf, how dare you kill the court commander at will?! I will go to Beijing to sue the imperial court!"
However, her imperial state was ultimately unsuccessful.
The guard held a knife and slaughtered the entire gate of Cheng Mansion.
There were screams everywhere.
Weeping begging for mercy was everywhere.
Nan Yan fell in a pool of blood and witnessed Cheng Zaixi's tail finger being chopped off, and Huang's kneecap was dug out.
She knew that it was because Cheng Zaixi deliberately imitated Nan Baoyi, and Huang called Nan Baoyi to kneel down countless times when he was a mother-in-law.
It was terrible, Xiao Yi now looks like a devil.
Tears rolled down the corner of his eyes.
If there is a chance to start all over again, she will definitely stop antagonizing Nan Jia, or antagonizing Nan Baoyi again...
In her hatred, she never looked down.
The blood flowed into the river.
Shiku took the guards and looked for people according to the roster, and even the maids and servants did not let go.
In the daytime, the prefectural palace was still lively and busy preparing for the New Year, but in just one hour, it became a purgatory on earth.
Xiao Yi stood outside Cheng's mansion and threw the torch into the kerosene.
Across the street, he quietly stared at the flames.
However, he noticed a little bit of coldness, falling on his cheeks.
He raised his head, it turned out that it was the first snowfall of this winter in Jinguancheng.
He gently stretched out his palm to catch a petal of snowflakes.
He stared at the melting snow in his palm, and whispered softly: "The person who bullied you is dead. The place where you have suffered has also been turned into ashes... Nan Jiaojiao, can you feel happy?"
Nan Baoyi stood beside him.
She stared at Xiao Yi, the young man in white robs Xue Xue, and the black fox fur cloak was hunting and flying in the cold wind, and the two strands of hair that fell on her forehead were frosty white.
His eyebrows are deep, the gloom and loneliness that have never been revealed in the previous life.
Nan Baoyi stroked his eyebrows.
Even after death, he still treats her carefully, how can she not be happy?
This scene of Qianqiu is unforgettable.
It is the end of the year.
The Great Street of Jinguan City is bustling.
Nan Baoyi followed Xiao Yi, watching him walk through the bazaar alone.
There was heavy snowfall around the goose feathers, and the bride rushed to the street vendor to put the cloak on for her husband. The young couple stood in front of the door, recruiting the playful child, and gently sending the hand-warming small stove to his arms.
But her second brother has nothing.
He walked through the hustle and bustle stupidly, lonely even with the shoe prints left in the snow.
He is incompatible with the excitement of the world.
Finally returned to the cliff.
An uninvited guest stood in front of the tombstone with a paper umbrella tilted to cover the tombstone from wind and snow.
It's Gu Chongshan.
Xiao Yi's voice was cold: "What are you doing?"
"Come and see her."
Gu Chongshan said softly.
He scanned the surroundings and found that the tomb was very clean, and her favorite hibiscus flower was planted next to it. At this time, the flowers were gone, and only a few clusters of ink-colored branches were left in the white snow.
He remembered that when he first saw Nan Baoyi, this little girl really loved beauty and couldn't live anymore. She took off the hibiscus petals with great effort and put them on the hideous scar...
There was a slight chuckle in his red lips, and a different kind of tenderness was revealed in the snow covered mountains.
He said in a warm voice: "The world is so big, there are no wonders. There are dead trees in spring, and some are born to death. How about, Xiao Daoyan, instead of withering at the lone grave, it is better to use your power and my power to visit the gods and Buddhas in the world and gamble on a new chance If you can come back to life, you and I promise to treat her like a jewel and protect her from food and clothing, okay?"