The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 430

Three days, three whole days, all parties attacked, the whole Shangjing was turned over like a carpet, and it was almost three feet away, but there was no news at all.

Ye Wanwan and Yan Chen seemed to disappear out of thin air.

After Ye Shaoyang and Lin Xiao experienced three days and three nights without sleep, their bodies were overdrawn and their anger settled, but they calmed down.

Ye Shaoyang looked at the sky hopefully: "You said, is Wanwan still alive? She was just injured, Yan Chen must have a way to save her, he must be saving her now."

"Now she definitely won't be able to come back. After a while, her injury will heal, and she will definitely come back, right?"

Lin Xiao couldn't bear to destroy his fantasy, shed so much blood, and a sword pierced through his heart, how could there be a way to survive?

But now they can't find people, they can't live without people, they can't see corpses, and no one can accept it.
There is no worse answer than death, so hope for a better one.
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Yan Chen didn't actually leave Shangjing, it was just that his place was too well hidden and unknown, so naturally no one could find them.

When he brought Ye Wanwan back that night, his icy body lost all its vitality.

No one was more in pain than him, but he didn't say a word, let someone prepare water, and changed Ye Wanwan's bloody clothes in person.

The blood on her body was almost clean, and there was no blood coming out of the wound, only the hideous opening.

Gently wiped the blood on her body with gentle force for fear of hurting her, and washed her body from top to bottom, so devout that there was no blasphemy at all.

After washing, there was no blood on the body, and the body was white and holy, but the two wounds on the front and back were ugly and destroyed the beauty.

He took out the medicine and carefully smeared the wound.

After changing into clean clothes, he carried her to the bed, gently put her down, covered the quilt and embraced each other, as if she hadn't died at all.

She just fell asleep, so he would sleep with her.

"Master, this is crazy." Mu Feng sighed.

When Ye Wanwan was alive, she was Yan Chen's weakness, his beauty gate and hero grave. Although Yan Chen lost her ambition, Yan Chen was a real person.

There is flesh and blood, and the seven emotions and six desires are complete.

Now that Ye Wanwan is dead, she is afraid that Yan Chen will be buried as well.

Mufeng was a little dissatisfied with Ye Wanwan's existence before, Yan Chen always revolved around her, all ambitions and layouts would give way to her, and the whole person indulged in the love of children, completely curbing Yan Chen's ambition and desire for power.

No one wants to follow a master who is addicted to the love of his children, but Yan Chen's ability is unquestionable, and it is precisely because of Ye Wanwan that he will plan and set up plans again and again, just to be with her. .

After working so hard and preparing for so long, all difficulties were eliminated, and we were about to get married. Who would have thought that something went wrong at this last moment.

Fragrance disappears and jade perishes, and everything becomes empty.

No one knows better than them the weight of Ye Wanwan to Yan Chen. Who is crazy if he is not crazy?
Mu Yu looked at the door and was extremely worried: "It's been three days, he won't" go with Madam, right?
Mu Feng understood his unfinished words and shook his head: "No, the murderer is still alive, he will not die."

Yes, how could Yan Chen die without avenging Ye Wanwan?The Ye family would consider that Ye Zhaoru was Ye Wanwan's biological father, but Yan Chen would not.

"But you can't let him stay with you like this. If you don't leave this door, you will die inside sooner or later."

The two were full of worry, and just as they were about to go in and pull the man out, the door opened.

He didn't come out for three days and three nights, Yan Chen's face was pale to the naked eye, but there was not much depression and collapse.

"Call the two Wu people."

Mu Yu went, and soon called someone, Yan Chen took them in, not knowing what to do, but just brought a lot of medicine in.

Two days later, he changed Ye Wanwan's body into a wedding dress, and put on the wedding dress himself.

The wedding team was ready. At midnight, everything was quiet. Only this house was brightly lit, and the big red happy words on the lanterns looked very strange at this moment.

Although Mu Feng and Mu Yu helped prepare everything, seeing this scene at the moment still made them feel nervous.

Their hands were stained with countless blood, and ghosts were not afraid, but they were really infiltrative.

In the middle of the hall was a red lacquer coffin inlaid with nanmu and gold, with that weird color, don't say it's safe to go into the ground, saying that Yan Chen wanted to call Ye Wanwan's soul, and they all believed it.

Yan Chen slowly put Ye Wanwan into the coffin and carefully arranged her clothes.

"Crazy, crazy!" Mu Feng rubbed his arms, the hairs on his body stood on end, his scalp was numb, and he could not wait to get out of here quickly, this scene could become a nightmare for his whole life.

Not only Mufeng and the others thought Yan Chen was crazy, but Ye Shaoyang and Lin Xiao too.

Because Yan Chen got married, they finally found where they were. They saw the wedding with their own eyes, and when they saw the lipstick-painted coffin, they were so shocked that they forgot to go in.

When it was over, the two returned to their senses and fell from the eaves.

Seeing that it was them, no one stopped them.

They were shocked by the strange atmosphere just now, but at this moment they were so sad that they wanted to cry.

Ye Shaoyang didn't know how he got to the coffin.

The coffin was not covered with the lid, and the bride in her wedding dress just lay there. The delicate and gorgeous wedding dress wrapped her body with no warmth at all.

The bride's head was covered with a hijab, and Ye Shaoyang trembled and wanted to reach out to lift it, but he was held by one hand before he touched it.

It is Yan Shen.

He took Ye Shaoyang's hand away, and his hoarse voice was calm but gentle: "She is my bride, I should lift this hijab."

Ye Shaoyang couldn't refute, but just stared at the bride closely, watching Yan Chen lift her hijab with great value.

That face was all too familiar to him. With makeup on, it looked like he had fallen asleep peacefully. It was still as beautiful as ever, but there was no breathing, no temperature, and he would never wake up again.

(End of this chapter)