Chapter 3: Your Shiro killed someone!

Style: Girl Author: Zhan NishinoWords: 2365Update Time: 24/02/21 00:54:58
When Ye Chutang came out, the sky had just darkened, and the last herbs in the yard had been neatly put away by Ye Jingyan. The aroma wafted from the kitchen, and Ye Yunfeng could vaguely be seen waving a shovel wildly.

Ye Chutang clicked his tongue.

Ye Jingyan was a smart boy and never let her bother. Only Ye Yunfeng, a little brat, often got into trouble outside. However, every time before she got angry, he would start working diligently and let her punch the cotton.

However, he was also a good cook, which made Ye Chutang even less angry.

The four siblings sat together to have dinner. Ye Yunfeng looked at Ye Chutang carefully: "Sister, are you not angry with me anymore?"

Ye Chutang looked at today's extraordinarily sumptuous dinner and thought that this baby was not in vain.

In those early days, she didn't know how to cook, but she lived a hard life with her three children.

She really had no talent in cooking and had not made any progress over the years. Later, the fourth child took over the task on her own initiative and the family was able to eat normal meals.

"I'm not angry to begin with." She said, picking up some food for the little breast next to her, so that her little arms wouldn't be able to reach it. "I just find it troublesome."

The Cao family is difficult to deal with, otherwise she would not have planned to come to apologize.

Speaking of trouble...how could you forget that there is a bigger trouble at home?

Ye Chutang narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the sword shot by the follower named Lian Zhou during the day.

The sword was unsheathed, extremely sharp, cutting iron like clay, it was no ordinary thing.

What's more important is that his moves are swift and ruthless, and the murderous intent that instantly overflows - he has definitely killed someone before!

Either he was a soldier who had been on the battlefield, or he was a specially trained secret guard. In short... To be able to take such a follower out, his master was obviously not a simple person.

Ye Chutang had a headache.

Why did you provoke such a troublesome Lord?



In the evening, as soon as Ye Chutang returned to the room, he saw a small bulge in the quilt.

"Xiao Wu? Where are you?"

Ye Chutang deliberately didn't look over there and walked around the room.

After a while, the little girl couldn't bear it any longer. She suddenly lifted up the quilt and smiled brightly at her.

"Okay, so I'm hiding here!"

Ye Chutang went over to pick up the little breasts and pinched her soft cheeks deliberately, "Let's see who goes to bed without washing their feet!"

The little girl quickly stretched out her two white little feet.

——It doesn’t stink!

Ye Chutang took her away and washed her face and feet carefully. He looked at the small bed made by a carpenter next to the bed. After hesitating for a moment, he tucked her back into his quilt.

The little girl succeeded, blinking her eyes, biting her hand and smiling, her breasts were cute and adorable.

In fact, she is four and a half years old this year. Ye Chutang wanted to sleep in separate beds, but never succeeded.

When Ye Chutang first came back to life, Xiao Wu was just a little more than a year old. Later, something happened to her family, and Ye Chutang became both a sister and a mother, taking her with him every day. Three years later, dependence has become a habit.

Xiao Wu is particularly attached to her.

Ye Chutang quickly fell asleep, but his sleep was not stable.

She had a terrible dream.

In the dream, a carriage was driving on the official road. The wind was freezing, the snow was flying, the fields in front and behind were desolate, and the sky was gloomy and dark clouds were stacked up, as if it would collapse at any time.

She snuggled next to a woman in her thirties. The woman helped her retie the collar of her cloak, held her hand, and whispered softly: "Why is Wan's hand still so cold? Just wait until we arrive in Wuzhou in a few days." ”

The woman was holding an infant child in her arms.

Sitting opposite him was a man wearing blue brocade clothes. He was very thin and had straight shoulders.

He smiled apologetically and said, "Liniang, I asked you to endure hardships with me."

The young man sitting next to him raised his eyebrows and smiled: "A Wan, you see, A Yan and A Feng are not as afraid of the cold as you are! When they get to Wuzhou, you have to follow them and exercise hard!"

The two young boys stood together and made faces proudly.

Ye Chutang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he could not spit out a word.

The next moment, a sharp black arrow suddenly shot into the carriage!

Duh!

Ye Chutang's heart tightened.

Run! quick--

With the flash of swords and shadows, the vision in front of her gradually blurred. Her mother was protected by her father in his arms, while her eldest brother stood in front of her, with eleven arrows on his back.

"Awan..." Blood continued to drip from the corner of his mouth, "T-Take them...well, well...live..."

She couldn't scream, and the warm and sweet blood spattered on her face.

However, the next moment, the scene changed, the wind and snow disappeared, the lanterns swayed on the streets, the crowds were crowded, and the willow branches on the riverside swayed in the wind.

Xiao Wu was running ahead with a lantern in his hands. Ye Chutang was planning to chase her, but suddenly he felt something and suddenly turned around, and saw a sharp knife flashing at the end of the dark alley!

Ye Chutang opened his eyes suddenly!

She sat up and realized that a thin layer of cold sweat had formed on her forehead.

She glanced at her side, but luckily the little breasts were not woken up by her.

Ye Chutang breathed a sigh of relief, but the feeling of dying in her dream was still vivid, making it difficult for her to calm down for a long time.

In fact, she hadn't dreamed about those things in the past for a long time. She thought that as time went by, her memory would gradually become blurred, but obviously, it didn't. Instead, it became clearer with each passing day.

She touched her face, but she still felt a dull pain as if it had been burned by blood.

She sat quietly in the darkness for a long time, then took a long breath and murmured softly.

"...That man is too unlucky!"

It has been so long since Ansheng lived, but she had such a dream on the first day she met him!

If his follower hadn't been so cruel, she wouldn't have remembered those things in the past and couldn't even sleep well.

Although he is good-looking, he is really not that good - ominous!

It's better to send people away early...

Ye Chutang didn't think about the second half of the dream anymore, and lay down again and continued to sleep.

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, there was a noise outside. I don’t know who was banging on the door, accompanied by crying and howling.

"The Ye family killed people! Killed people!"

Ye Chutang's sleepiness disappeared instantly.

She glanced out the window, then quickly dressed and stood up.

The little breasts were also awakened, and they subconsciously clenched her clothes tightly, with panic in their eyes.

Ye Chutang touched her little face.

"Sister, go and come back. Xiaowu will wait here obediently, okay?"

The little girl nodded obediently and reluctantly let go of her hand.

Ye Chutang walked to the courtyard and saw that Ye Jingyan and Ye Yunfeng had also heard the noise.

The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what was happening outside.

Ye Chutang looked at Ye Jingyan: "Ayan, take care of Xiaowu, Afeng, wait here, I'll go out and take a look."

Ye Jingyan was worried, but she still nodded, turned around and walked quickly to the room where Xiao Wu was.

Ye Yunfeng wanted to follow him out, but Ye Chutang froze him in place with a glance.

Then, she walked over and unlatched the door, pushed the door open and walked out.

A black coffin was placed in front of the main entrance of the Ye family. Mrs. Song from Caoji Restaurant, wearing a white cloth on her head and with red and swollen eyes, was leaning on the coffin and howling loudly.

The three floors around were crowded with people watching the excitement.

Ye Chutang's heart sank: "What happened?"

When the woman saw her, she became even more sad. She pointed at her and shouted with all her strength:

"You still have the nerve to ask! You Ye Family Silang killed my son!"