In order not to cause trouble and to ensure the safety of my uncle, the silver-faced man did not take action.

At this moment, her heart was filled with hatred.

She will never let Anyang Hou go.

How much pain my uncle suffered, she wanted to get it back from Anyang Hou one by one.

The silver-faced man sneaked towards a house with clear goals.

If she hadn't calculated it, even if the house was not Anyang Hou's master bedroom, it would be his place to go.

The distribution of the palace guards is obviously more tight here, and the people who inspect here are much more skillful in kung fu. A place where the masters in the palace focus on guarding is not the treasury, then it is the owner's residence.

And this place is obviously not a vault.

When the silver-faced man sneaked into the corridor quietly, he heard footsteps, two men in black carrying a long roll of things and walking forward quickly.

The direction they are heading is also this house.

The two men in black were brisk in their steps, and there was still movement inside the long tube-shaped thing. When they looked closely, it turned out to be a quilt. There was a man in the quilt, and his tender face was rippling with tears, and he looked scared and afraid. He cried so hard that he didn't dare to cry out loud, but he just couldn't stop sobbing.

The silver-faced man's eyes became colder. She had read some unofficial history before. According to the palace, the emperor wanted to recruit people to sleep, so he took the concubine to change clothes, wrapped it in a brocade quilt and carried it onto the emperor's bed.

It’s nothing if Anyang Hou wanted to imitate the emperor. It was his freedom to do private matters, but he was a girl. Looking at her tender face, she could be at most ** years old.

Thinking of the corpses of those girls, the rumors in the market, and the tragic death of the second uncle, the eldest uncle was covered in bruises, and the silver-faced man was now cut off the Anyang Marquis.

There are guards guarding the door of the house.

The two big men carried the people over, and the two guards looked indifferently at the girl who was being curled up, waved their hands and let them go. They entered the house and quickly walked towards the west.

The house is so big, and the road to the west is also very wide. Walking forward and turning two turns, it is a building like a hall. When you walk through the hall, there is a huge room inside.

The room is decorated in a beautiful and luxurious manner, with a veil floating around, half covering a large bed.

The big bed is as luxurious as a luxury, and the bedding is all the most luxurious fabrics. Through the half-hung curtain, you can see the entangled figures, which are so white that they are dazzlingly white.

The whole bed was shaking, the man exerted great force and enjoyed his expression. He had a cruel smile on his face, his movements were fast and fierce, strong and powerful.

The figure who was tossed by him was also a girl about ten years old. Her eyebrows and eyes had not yet grown, but she still looked clear and beautiful. She cried in pain, her voice was hoarse, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in water. Cold sweat had soaked her. Obviously, such destruction made her feel like she was falling into hell, and she was inexhaustible.

That man was Han Yanfeng, the owner of the Marquis’ Mansion.

The two strong men walked to the bed room with slight hands, put down the quilt, and quietly retreated.

They must have done a lot of things like this, they are familiar with the road and placed them in the right place. The bed is big enough, so it will not affect Han Yanfeng's vitality at all.

The girl placed in the corner of the bed was so scared that she shook her rope in the quilt. On the other side, the fierce battle was in full swing. Anyang Hou's movements were getting faster and faster. The girl could not bear it, her eyes turned pale and fainted.
Chapter completed!