It's already late winter.

The Cheng Mansion was surrounded by 100,000 elite soldiers.

Cheng Taishou, Huang Shi, Cheng Deyu, Nan Yan, Cheng Zaixi and others stood in the hall, staring at the man sitting in terror.

He was wearing white clothes and was casually playing with the vase.

The prefect Cheng showed a flattery and said respectfully: "I don't know what the emperor is going to visit the humble house? Is it because of such a big situation that I want to propose marriage to Xi'er?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the Cheng family felt relieved.

Cheng Zaixi looked even more shy, raised his tail fingers, and raised his beautiful eyes from time to time to touch Xiao Yi's eyes.

Xiao Yi sneered.

He turned the enamel wide-mouth vase with a warm voice: "I remember this vase was once placed in the flower hall of Songheyuan, Nanfu. It was an antique that the grandmother of the Nan family loved."

Cheng Deyu smiled: "It's true. This vase was made in an official kiln five hundred years ago. The flowers and birds are painted in detail, and there is an imperial seal at the bottom. It is a treasure that is hard to find for a thousand gold. Such objects should be appreciated and praised by us scholars, rather than being placed in merchants without any ink, and being treated as decorative ornaments and being slandered in vain."

“Sad…”

Xiao Yi savored this word and curled his lips.

A faint phoenix eyes showed a hint of coldness, and he suddenly let go of his hand.

The precious vase of the former dynasty fell to the ground and was instantly broken.

Everyone in the Cheng family changed their faces.

Xiao Yi lazily supported his erection: "You designed the Nanfu and embezzled many gold, silver and jewelry. Today I will ask you to spit it out and seal the Chengfu."

Shiku and others have long been ready to go.

Hearing the order, he acted without hesitation.

The entire Cheng Mansion was in chaos, and countless precious money, gold, silver and fine materials were collected in boxes and carried out all of them out of the mansion.

Those who cannot be taken away are like eight large barriers of golden nanmu and carved red sandalwood, and all of them are smashed and burned.

Cheng Zaixi screamed like crazy and rushed forward to stop them: "This is my makeup box, these are my beads and hairpins and jewelry, you are not allowed to take them away! Return them to me and give them my things back to me!"

She took out a pair of lotus jade hairpins like a fierce look.

Shi Ju took it back without hesitation and sneered: "It was obviously the dowry of Miss Nanwu, but I have seen her wear it. When will it become your thing? It is also the daughter of the prefect's family, please have some face!"

After saying that, he ordered the guards to remove all the beads, hairpins and jewelry that Cheng Zaixi wore and the Shu brocade silk that he wore.

On a winter when water turns into ice, poor Cheng Zaixi was thrown in the courtyard wearing a thin bedcloth, causing sneering and sarcasm from all directions.

Nan Yan's face was pale and shaky.

She looked at the man above the seat.

The powerful minister, who is famous for his gold and jade, is also staring at her with great interest.

Nan Yan's heart was trembling.

The next moment, I heard his voice gentle: "My family is sweet and lonely. Since you, the sister, claiming to love her, why not go down and accompany her?"

His pupils were covered with red blood.

He smiled with his lips curled, lazy and cold, like an evil ghost crawling out of the depths of the underworld.

It is unreasonable to be with evil ghosts.

Nan Yan finally realized something was wrong, but it was too late after all.

She shook her head and retreated in fear: "Don't...Don't kill me..."

Cheng Deyu protected her behind her and angrily scolded: "Xiao Yi, are you crazy?! My father is the prefect of Shu County and the imperial court!"

Xiao Yi nodded: "That is why I dare to kill the second uncle of the Nan family unscrupulously. No need to remind me, since I came here this time, I will naturally not let him go. Let me kill him together."

Everyone in the Cheng family suddenly opened their eyes wide.

Huang scolded angrily: "You are the young man, how dare you kill the imperial officials at will?! I will go to the capital to file a lawsuit!"

However, her lawsuit was ultimately unsuccessful.

The guards held a knife and slaughtered the entire Cheng Mansion.

Screams were everywhere.

There were crying begging for mercy everywhere.

Nan Yan fell in a pool of blood, witnessing Cheng Zaixi's tail finger being chopped off, and witnessing Huang's kneecap being dug off.

She knew that it was because Cheng Zaixi deliberately imitated Nan Baoyi, and Huang asked Nan Baoyi to kneel down countless times when he was a mother-in-law.

It's so terrible. Xiao Yi is now like an evil ghost.

Hot tears rolled down the corners of their eyes.

If she has the opportunity to start over, she will definitely not oppose the Nan family again, and will definitely not oppose the Nan Baoyi again...

She died with regret.

The blood flowed into a river in the mansion.

Shiku took the guards and looked for people according to the roster, but he didn't even let the maids and servants go.

During the day, the prefect's house, which was busy preparing for the New Year, became a purgatory in the world in just one hour.

Xiao Yi stood outside Cheng's mansion and threw the torch into the turmeric oil.

Through the street, he quietly watched the fire.

But I noticed a little coldness and fell on my cheeks.

He raised his head and found that it was the first snowfall in Jinguan City this winter.

He gently stretched out his palm and caught a snowflake.

He stared at the melting snow in his palm and murmured softly: "The person who bullied you is dead. The place where you have suffered has also turned into ashes... Nan Jiaojiao, can you feel happy?"

Nan Baoyi stood beside him.

She stared at Xiao Yi. The young man's clothes were as white as snow. The black fox-haired cloak flew in the cold wind. The two strands of hair hanging between his forehead had turned frosty white.

His deep eyebrows and eyes were the dimness and loneliness that had never been revealed in his previous life.

Nan Baoyi gently stroked his eyebrows.

Even if he still treats her with sincerity after death, how could she not be happy?

This scene is unforgettable for thousands of years.

It's the end of the year.

Jinguancheng Long Street is prosperous.

Nan Baoyi followed Xiao Yi and watched him walk through the market alone.

It was snowing around. The bride held her cloak and rushed to the vendor to put on her husband. The young couple stood in front of the door, recruiting playful children, and gently putting the small stove with the warm hands into his arms.

But her second brother had nothing.

He walked through the hustle and bustle, even the shoe prints left in the snow were very lonely.

He is incompatible with the lively life of the world.

Finally back to the cliff.

An unexpected guest stood in front of the tombstone, with the paper umbrella tilted to cover the tombstone with wind and snow.

It's Gu Chongshan.

Xiao Yi's voice was cold: "What are you here to do?"

"Come and see her."

Gu Chongshan whispered softly.

He glanced around and the tomb was cleaned. He planted her favorite hibiscus flowers that she loved during her lifetime. At this time, the flowers had already faded, and only a few clusters of ink-colored branches were left in the snow.

He remembered that when he first met Nan Baoyi, this little girl really loved beauty and couldn't survive. She also tried hard to pick the hibiscus petals and put them on the hideous scars...

He chuckled a little with a red lips, and in the evening snow all over the mountains, there was a different kind of gentleness.
Chapter completed!