"But I heard that there is a family in Xiaohu Village outside the city who is living a very good life. I hope this family can always be safe and happy." As he spoke, Yan Bului raised his hand and patted the other party's shoulder heavily.

"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Don't work for your children and grandchildren. Master Sun, you are still a bit behind."

"You - in short, you'd better not meddle in other people's business! Otherwise, I won't be able to spare you, old guy!" Yan Bului gritted his teeth and issued a warning.

"Master Sun, please forgive me for speaking out. As the saying goes, 'it's not too late to mend a situation after it has been lost', and 'you can correct your mistakes if you know them, but you can never do a good thing.' Mr. Marquis, he has been in the army for twenty years, and has gone through life and death countless times for the country, and only then has he gained glory.

In the name of Qingshi! Anyone who dares to harm his family will be killed by this old slave!" Yan Wuyang's eyes were firm and his tone was sonorous, without any regard for the difference between each other.

"Yan Wuyang! You are looking for death!" Yan Burui, who was repeatedly contradicted by his old servant, became completely angry and grabbed the collar of his clothes.

Yan Wuyang is still calm and gentle.

"Tsk - you old guy is really not that simple. You can actually put your life and death at risk! No wonder my ancestors have always treated you like a brother and sister. Even the killers on the Wuhuan Cavalry are sincerely convinced by you. It's amazing, it's amazing!"

Seeing Yan Wuyang's reaction, Yan Bului quickly calmed down from his anger, laughed and released his palms, gently smoothing the wrinkles on Yan Wuyang's clothes, "Okay, I admit defeat."

While joking, Yan Burui suddenly waved his backhand, and the beauty immediately clutched her throat and fell to the ground, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"What a pity." After the murder, Yan Burui's smile did not change, as if the person who died was not a lively beauty, but an ant who did not deserve any mercy. "She didn't have to die. It was you who killed her."

"Young Master Sun, you are wrong again. Those who want to achieve great things must not fight for victory or defeat based on fame or face." Yan Wuyang shook his head and sighed softly, "Master Hou is right, after seven years, you still don't have much.

Make progress."

As soon as he said this, Yan Bului's face was covered with frost again, and he immediately shook his sleeves and left in anger. As he left, several servants quietly appeared and buried the body of the beautiful woman under the plum blossoms in the courtyard.

Few people bury the dead in their own residence, but this beauty belongs to the young Marquis Yan Bului. She was the same when she was alive and will be after death. If not, how could the thousands of winter plum blossoms in Qishan Courtyard bloom?

More fragrant and more beautiful than other places?
Chapter completed!