Nian Wangfei's
38
On a lonely night, the moon hides behind dark clouds, not wanting to look at this filthy world.
Lan You Nian, dressed in white nightclothes, stood in front of the window. The cold night breeze blowing the long hair strewn across his back gave off a sort of indifferent immortal.
Lan Qu took the white robe from the closet and placed it on Lan You Nian's shoulder. He learns of his family's young miss who isn't even as tall as he is but he has to worry about a lot of things, and maybe he feels hurt for her. The outsider only saw Wu Qing gongzi's mysteriousness and strength. Only the people on Lan You Nian's side knew that the power was exchanged for blood and effort.
"Young lady, the night is cold, it's better that you rest early," Lan Qu was always afraid that the young lady was feeling cold because, in the past, the young lady had frozen for so long in the snow, once he's cold, he'll be sick.
"Lan Qu, guess if we're gonna see blood tonight?" Lan You Nian slipped her collar and looked at the dark sky.
"It will depend on An yiniang's tolerance level," Lan Qu did not care about the matter, nor was he afraid because Lan Feng had returned. He only cares about the young miss's body.
“Hmph! Looks like An yiniang tolerance is not so good!” Lan You Nian wore a veil. The pitch-black eyes permeated with ice as they stared at the people in black clothes who integrated themselves into the night and one by one entered the You Nian Pavilion.
After Lan Wu finished making up the bed, she also stood behind Lan You Nian and looked at the people in black who entered You Nian Pavilion one by one. He said very succinctly, "Bringing such a glittering sword, are they afraid that others will not recognize it?"
Lan You Nian was initially a little angry but did not know whether to laugh or cry after what Lan Wu said. After all, Lan Wu was very right. In the courtyard of You Nian Pavilion, the lanterns in the corridor lit up brightly at night. The blades in the hands of the assassins were dazzling to the eyes under the reflection of light. This way, anyone would notice them!
“Looks like An yiniang underestimated me. Prime Minister An was also underestimating me!” Lan You Nian knew that these people were not sought after by An yiniang. They were sent by the country's leftist prime minister Feng, Prime Minister An. It seemed that An Yiniang could not take it anymore and asked for her family's help. Lan You Nian pondered for a moment, was she recently too annoying?
When those people in black clothes appeared in You Nian Pavilion, Lan Feng appeared. Pavilion Guard You Nian also appeared. They uniformly blocked the black-clothed man in the courtyard from letting the assassins interfere with the young miss's rest.
Maybe the man in black didn't think they would be found this fast. After all, the prime minister said that it was only the fragile and incompetent young miss of the manor. But the surrounding guards that appeared at this moment and the woman standing in the distance, how could this be the subordinate of the young miss in the study.
After coming face to face, the guards of You Nian Pavilion charged forward. However, Lan Feng just stood there watching but did not move. Pavilion Guards You Nian might not be good at martial arts, but after all, they were all men who had been on the battlefield with Lan Jian Jun. Their attacks were swift and cruel. Each movement has the attitude of exerting their maximum strength. Looking at the man in black clothes, martial arts were not very good and had a shaky heart. After receiving one punch after another, already more than half of them were injured while the guards of Pavilion You Nian became more energetic the more they fought.
Perhaps because a meaningless fight bored Lan You Nian, he gracefully yawned, “Lan Feng, quickly end this! Also, do not damage the page!”
When Lan Feng heard the instructions of his family's young miss, he jumped into the middle of the fight in an instant. The sword brandished the air with sparks flying. Wherever he went, there were dead bodies. Zhang Lin and the others were puzzled to see Lan Feng, or so to speak, seeing Lan Feng's skill in killing. Then they emit wors.hi+p!
Zhang Lin and the others were embarrassed as they watched Lan You Nian slowly descend from the pavilion tower. Lan Feng's comments were too weak to make this group of men depressed. After all, they were older than Lan Feng. Moreover, they were men, but their martial arts were not as good as women. There was a little panic from embarrassment.
“Smartial arts and good skills are acquired mainly due to hard work and practice. You are so good!” Lan You Nian looked at the inferiority self of these fifteen people. Since they were his own bodyguards, Lan You Nian gave words of comfort. He's not lying. These people were much better than ordinary guards from official families.
“Zhang Lin, select ugly head and cut. Give it to An yiniang. Remember to make it beautiful!” Lan You Nian glanced at the corpses in the courtyard, then seemed to think of something. His eyes blinked with interest and gave orders.
When Lan You Nian was already asleep, the guards in the courtyard, half of them cleaning up the corpses, the other half looking for the ugliest assassins. After a long search, they finally found an assassin who could not bear to be seen. Zhang Lin cut off the killer's head with a single slash of his sword. Keep inget kangen young say beautiful, already this way, how can be beautiful? Zhang Lin was very troubled.
"I know what to do," Lan Wu came to Zhang Lin's side and chirped. Meanwhile, the mouths of the guards around him twitched, hey, you girls, okay?
Because An yiniang ate the porridge for two days, the whole person was a little lethargic. There is no power in doing anything. Uncle Lan also cut off all the cakes he had here. Even if he wanted to eat something else to satisfy his desire, it was extremely difficult. At first, he did not want to eat this simple hard-to-swallow porridge, but in the end, he was really too hungry and could only force himself and drink that simple porridge. But what can be done by drinking simple porridge?
In the middle of the night, An yiniang's sleep was not so peaceful at first, for some reason, he felt that there was something right beside him. An yiniang stretched out his hand to feel and actually felt the cold thing. This instantly woke An yiniang up. But when An yiniang saw what was on the bed with him, a shout tore through his entire body and he hid in the innermost part of the bed.
Lying on a delicate and beautiful blanket was the body of a headless man. The body is cold. The blood flowing down the neck colored the entire bed into red. However, the black clothes were very familiar with An yiniang. It was the night uniforms of the guards of his mother's family.
When Qiu'er heard the Madam's cry, he immediately rushed into the inner room. Looking at the corpse on the bed, he was also terrified, and his entire body was trembling.
"Madam, this slave will call someone!" Qiu'er's body shivered and prepared to support An yiniang.
“Do not go. Go call the housekeeper! Quickly quickly! Don't let anyone else know about this, you hear? Although An yiniang was afraid but still had a brain. If one knew that there was a male corpse sleeping on his bed, not only would his reputation be ruined, if investigated, he was afraid that he could not stand it.
As An yiniang stared at the corpse on the bed in horror, he realized there was water on his face. Reaching out and touching the water droplets on his face, observing them under the candlelight, An Yiniang realized that it was blood. What was even more terrifying was that there were still drops of blood continuously dripping onto his face.
Looking up, An yiniang looked, at the head of his bed, there was a head hanging. Bloody head hung on An yiniang's bed. That very strange face was directly facing An yiniang. The pair of wide eyes seemed to be staring directly at An yiniang. All this made An yiniang faint.