The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 427 You Damn

Today, the front yard is very lively, but it makes this back yard quiet.

The noisy voices in the front hall could be heard from far away, but the place to go to the study was so silent that the sound of breathing was very clear.

No one was watching, Ye Wanwan called out 'father', and Ye Zhaoru's voice came from inside: "Come in."

The muffled voice seemed to be in a bad mood.

Ye Wanwan opened the door and smelled the smell of alcohol. Today, as the head of the house, Ye Zhaoru was unavoidable to be toasted.

Ye Wanwan walked in, Ye Zhaoru was sitting behind the desk, his whole body was enveloped by a gloomy aura, he lowered his head, held something in his hand, and gently wiped it with one hand.

Ye Wanwan glanced at the outline, and it was definitely her mother's tablet.

I thought it was because my eldest brother got married today, which reminded Ye Zhaoru of his mother.

Although she resented this biological father and had almost no feelings after her rebirth, her mother was soft in her heart, and her relationship with her father was pretty good when she was alive.

"Dad, did you miss your mother?" Ye Wanwan rarely spoke to Ye Zhaoru in a soft voice when referring to her mother. It was the first time in so many years.

Ye Zhaoru didn't answer, and still rubbed the tablet with a sad expression on his face.

Ye Wanwan sat down and waited for a while without hearing him speak before she spoke again: "What's wrong with my father calling me here?"

Ye Zhaoru finally looked up at her with a complicated expression. He put the tablet in his hand and stood up slowly with his hands on the table, looking very tired.

He walked around the desk towards Ye Wanwan, with a rare kind of love and nostalgia in his cloudy eyes.

"When your mother left, you were still a little girl, with two little buns in your hands, crying out of breath, because your father was too sad to take care of you at that time, or your aunt hugged you and kept coaxing, He also slept with you for several nights to comfort you."

"Your aunt doesn't have a daughter, and she has always regarded you as her daughter, and she is no worse than your mother."

It's been too long since these things happened. Although Ye Wanwan was touched, it wasn't deep.

Ye Zhaoru didn't even mention his mother, but he also brought up his aunt, which inevitably made Ye Wanwan think more. Could it be that he was a little dissatisfied because the Empress Dowager couldn't come today?

Ye Wanwan glanced at Ye Zhaoru a few more times and waited for him to continue.

However, Ye Zhaoru seemed to have seen through Ye Wanwan's mind, her expression was uncomfortable, she seemed a little guilty, and she didn't dare to look at her.

"You" he hesitated and was about to say something when the housekeeper hurried over: "Miss, it's not good!"

Ye Wanwan hurriedly turned her head at his voice. Before she could ask the question 'what's wrong', she heard a 'pop', and the pain spread all over her body.

Behind him, a long sword penetrated his chest. Looking at the tip of the sword, which was even sharper and brighter because of the blood, his pupils dilated and his expression slackened. The unbelievable expression on Ye Wanwan's face froze.

Because it was too painful, the pain made the whole body tremble, and the heart seemed to be crushed.

The long sword was drawn out, as if his heart had been shattered again.

"Pfft!" Blood spattered out, and Ye Wanwan could clearly hear the grunt of fresh blood flowing from her chest.

Ye Wanwan stumbled onto the pillar, blood splashed on the ground, pain spread all over her limbs, and her body lost control. She held on to the last strength and turned around when she slipped to the ground. Finally, she saw Cleared the man with the sword.

her father.

Ye Zhaoru's ferocious and ruthless face has not receded, his eyes are full of hatred and killing intent, but his hands are shaking, trembling violently, guilty and fearful, but he has no regrets.

"Da Da. Da." A pool of blood soon formed under his body, and the sound of the blood dripping inside was clearly audible.

Ye Wanwan was about to open her mouth, she wanted to ask why, why did he want to kill her?
But she couldn't make a sound, as if her throat was strangled, and her breath was about to be taken away. She could clearly feel that her life was passing. It was not the first time that she felt like this. She was going to die.

"Bangdang!" The sword in Ye Zhaoru's hand fell to the ground, his voice woke him up, he suddenly came back to his senses and realized what he had done, with a look of horror, he suddenly retreated.

"I am. Not me. Not me, you damn, yes, you damn!"

It seemed that he had found the backbone, he stared at Ye Wanwan, his eyes seemed to bulge out: "Damn you! You killed the late emperor, betrayed your aunt, and let the Ye family fall to this point, it's all you!"

"If it weren't for you and my Ye family, how could the Ye family be demolished, and how could your aunt be imprisoned? My dignified Ye family was defeated by you, you unfilial daughter!"

"You have no shame, and you don't keep the woman's way. You have lost all face of my Ye family. Today, I will clear the door!"

The sound is louder than the sound, and the sentence is firmer than the sentence, as if this way his reasoning can stand.

Seeing Ye Zhaoru who was almost insane, Ye Wanwan's eyes were blurred and she was in extreme pain, but she smiled.

Sad, really sad.

She has already died once, and she knows that he will only abandon her again and again, why does she still care about that blood relationship?She was obviously here for revenge, so why did she keep them all the time.

Deserved!Whoever made her soft-hearted should die in their hands.

It hurts to the extreme, laughs to the extreme, and my heart is cold to the extreme.

The heart also seemed to be pierced by that sword, shattering the hollow, and the cold wind raging.

The housekeeper saw this scene in his eyes, shocked and apprehensive, but not surprised.

He couldn't bear to look at Ye Wanwan, who was on the ground with his eyes open and unwilling to die, and grabbed Ye Zhaoru, who was about to go mad: "Master, what should we do now?"

Ye Zhaoru's consciousness is not so clear, the whole person is in a state of madness, where is the heart and how to end.

At this moment, a terrifying breath struck and appeared at the door in the blink of an eye. The moment he saw the scene inside the house, his killing intent surged, like a life-seeking evil ghost coming from hell.

Dong Yu originally came with Ye Wanwan, but the housekeeper stopped her at the door and asked her to go back to help with fetching things. As a result, she was assassinated as soon as she turned around. She was seriously injured and broke out and rushed into the front hall.

The people in the front hall were drinking happily, a group of people were drinking Ye Shaoyang wine, Lin Xiao and the others helped block, and Yan Chen, who was the prospective brother-in-law, was pulled together.

Because Wu Yu did not allow Lin Xiao to drink, Yan Chen became everyone's target.

At this moment, Yan Shen is a person with no background in their eyes, but such a person actually asked to marry Mrs. Anguo. You must know that Mrs. Anguo is a great beauty that countless people dream of getting close to. The emperor and the others can't grab it. Why does this poor boy still have a chance?

Envy, jealousy, jealousy, revenge, resentment.

One by one, all hatreds were provoked, and they swore that they would drink Yan Chen down and let out a bad breath today, and it was best to drink him to death.

Yan Chen is not afraid of these people, the jealous look in his eyes is ridiculous, but he wants to see who is the last one to make a fool of himself.

A group of people were booing and drinking vigorously.

(End of this chapter)