The gate of the Song family has been surrounded by people from the Criminal Department.
Through the crack in the door, a little blood flowed out.
The bright red color and the strong fishy smell made Wen Yin's stomach churn.
She found the low wall that she usually used to climb out, but just when she climbed up, she saw the people from the Criminal Department raising their knives.
What fell was not someone else's head, but that of her sister-in-law Yan Meishu.
In Yan Meishu's arms, she was holding a swaddling baby.
The swaddled baby had lost all color, and the umbilical cord was still connected to Yan Meishu's lower body.
She looked at the scene in shock...the second sister-in-law, the third sister-in-law, and the fourth sister-in-law were all spared.
All the men of the Song family died in the battle.
The daughters of the Song family bear the grievance of collaborating with the enemy and treason.
My mother-in-law's head was still rolling around on the ground.
The gray hair was dyed bright red.
Those loving eyes hide doubts, shock, pain, regret, and resentment.
Her mother-in-law is the most loving person in the Song family.
Such a gentle and virtuous old man should have died in peace, but now, now...
Wen Yin's tears couldn't stop flowing.
Her body was shaking.
She didn't want the people from the Punishment Department to kick the Song family's heads on the ground. She wanted to scold them, but her throat seemed to be stuck and she couldn't make any sound.
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"Ohh Ohh ohh……"
A sob came from the bed curtain, which seemed particularly abrupt in this night.
In the quiet backyard of the General's Mansion, on the door of Lingxuan Pavilion, there is a sign with the character "囍" for a newlywed who just got married a few days ago.
It's just that after several summer rains, the happy flower was already soaked through, with a pair of heads drooping, looking depressed and desolate. There was no trace of the lively scene of the newlyweds.
Inside the room, an eight-foot-tall man was lying on a "bed" made up of several chairs, with his legs stretched out to the ground.
It looked extremely uncomfortable.
Let alone sleep.
That is to say, Song Chengyu was accustomed to marching and fighting, so he could barely accept the collage of this small chair, but he could not accept the fact that someone was always sobbing at night, like a female ghost.
The man frowned slightly.
He had been keeping to himself recently and had no intention of touching her.
Why are you crying...
Ever since Wen Yin married into the General's Mansion, she has been crying for several days.
But when he asked to marry the Prime Minister, he clearly got Wen Yin's consent.
Now that I am married, I have never given him a good look...
Song Chengyu pursed his lips, only to hear the crying from the window curtain getting louder, and he stood up holding back his anger.
He walked into the back room, with a harsh tone, but still whispered: "Stop crying, if others listen, you won't know what I did to you!"
There was still uninterrupted crying in the bed curtains.
Song Chengyu took a deep breath, held back his good temper and opened the bed curtain.
It didn't matter if he didn't lift it, but this time he opened it, Song Chengyu saw something he shouldn't have seen.
I saw a woman's graceful figure on the gold-trimmed bed, and the gossamer-like satin fit her tightly. Under the hazy moonlight, it seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light.
The red bellyband was scattered, and some of the fair flesh was squeezed into one place. The deep ravine made people look at it in a daze.
Her body is extremely soft.
Softer than cotton.
He touched her on the wedding day.
But it was just a touch.
It was that moment that made Wen Yin cry all night.
The next day, the eldest brother and the others laughed at him for being too indulgent and torturing his new wife all night long.
But only he knows that so far, he has never eaten meat.
Looking at the two lines of clear tears hanging on Wen Yin's face, her delicate face is indescribably beautiful.
Tell me whether it is strong or not.
Say it lightly or not.
There was no makeup or hair, her black silk stockings were hanging loosely, and her face was extraordinarily white and tender.
How can someone look so good and so beautiful?
When Song Chengyu asked to marry Wen Yin, it was precisely because of her beauty.
Once you see it, you will never forget it.
I just think about such a beautiful woman, if I can marry her home, I must treasure it.
Hidden in a golden room, no one can take a second look.
But now...
Song Chengyu darkened his eyes, sat directly on the edge of the bed, and said to the person: "You are the daughter of the prime minister, born delicate, I am a soldier in the army, and I have always been vulgar. There is a gap between us that cannot be crossed. I think it is better to live together."
Okay, if you are afraid of a bad reputation, I can write a letter of guarantee for you, and you can arrange it as you like, as long as you feel comfortable, and I hope that we can live happily together in the future."
Being able to do this is a sign of his affection for her.
After all, she is a woman who falls in love with her at first sight.
He didn't want her to feel wronged either.
The woman on the bed slowly woke up due to the chattering in her ears.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the man sitting beside the bed.
He was wearing a shirt, all white.
Under the moonlight, the narrow waist hidden in it is faintly visible.
Looking further up, you can see sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a few strands of hair are scattered, which adds a bit of unruly feeling.
This man looks like Song Chengyu.
But what did he just say? He said he wanted to "make peace" with her?
After three years of marriage, he had suffered so many grievances from her that he wanted to divorce her as soon as they "met."
She took a breath and reached out to pull the corner of his clothes.
Song Chengyu turned his eyes and saw tears in the woman's eyes. This delicate look really made him regret his words of "peace and separation" just now.
Song Chengyu calmed down, pushed Wen Yin's hand away, then turned his back, trying his best to maintain his seriousness.
"Miss Wen Yin, for the sake of long nights and many dreams, I feel that I have to do something quickly, otherwise I, a normal adult man, will really do something accidentally..."
Song Chengyu hasn't finished speaking yet.
A pair of slender hands slowly extended from his back to his chest.
There was a feeling of warmth on my back.
His lower abdomen tightened.
The soft and waxy touch felt like falling into a puddle of mud.
He had no strength at all, let alone push the person behind him away.
Is Wen Yin crazy?
He was confused.
But his hand pressed down on the back of Wen Yin's hand honestly.
"I can't hold it in with you like this."
His voice was very serious.
Because after becoming serious this time, he would throw away all his concentration.
Wen Yin thought that she had suffered a heavy blow from the Song family's destruction and was so ill that she had hallucinations.
She was afraid that this fantasy would disappear at any time.
The man who had been dead for three years had left her nothing. She felt countless times that Song Chengyu might not have had her in his heart during his lifetime.
Now facing "him", she couldn't help but ask, when this man died, did he ever think that there was another woman in the family who would become a widow because of it?
"Song Chengyu, said you wanted me, said you didn't want to reconcile."
Song Chengyu was stunned, and all the muscles in his body were ignited.
His wife-in-law has said so, and if he still endures it, it would be too much.
He turned around and nibbled towards the most important part without hesitation.
Along with the bed shaking, the squeaking sound continued in the room.
Wen Yin never thought that a fantasy could be so real.
She felt that she was probably sick and confused, which was why she and Song Chengyu were so crazy.
In the five years since they got married to Song Chengyu, it was not like they didn't have it...but every time she was reluctant, and Song Chengyu didn't want to bother more, let alone hear her cry, so it ended hastily.
This is the first time I feel this way.
He is persistent enough and patient enough.
She had never thought that there would be such a person who would treat her like molasses... so sticky that it was embarrassing.
