Chapter 6 (1/2)

Tang Yao's heart seemed to be gouged out by a sharp knife, and the pain came up continuously.

”What did you say?” She murmured to look at that servant girl, four limbs hundred skeletons all have thoroughly cool.

Xiao Qi died in Liyuan, Su Qingqing's residence.

Tang Yao stumbled over and saw Xiao Qi lying on the ground, covered with blood, with a bullet hole in her chest.

”Little seven.” Tang Yao was paralyzed and called her name softly.

Small seven drum eyes, eyes full of fear and despair, hands tightly holding a piece of jujube cloth.

The blood on her chest had blended with the color of the cloth.

”She deliberately killed aunt su. If I didn't shoot them, they would die one by two.”

Yan Shaokun is still holding a gun in his hand, and there is no trace of temperature in his eyes.

Tang Yao raised her eyes and looked at him. The fundus of her eyes was unspeakable pain.

”Xiao Qi is the maid who held the candle on our wedding day. She has been with me for seven years. How can you kill her...” Tang Yao is already in tears.

How could he kill her seven, the witness of their marriage?

”Elder sister, is the life of dashai and I not as important as that of a servant girl?” Su Qingqing sobbed in Yan Shaokun's arms. Her stomach was too big for her clothes.

”Xiao Qi is calm and never confused. If you kill her today, just kill me.”

Tang Yao still doesn't pay attention to Su Qingqing. She doesn't believe that Xiao Qi will hurt that woman, let alone enter the pear garden.

But she couldn't believe that the man who said to buy plum wine for himself turned around and shot her most important person.

Tang Yao's heart, which had just been warmed up by Yan Shaokun for a month, was cold again.

This man is a thorn in her bone, drinking her blood, gnawing her flesh, making her miserable.

”Take your wife back to Meiyuan. Don't come out without my order!”

Yan Shaokun's eyes were full of fierce light. In his anger, he even raised his gun to the half dark night sky and repeatedly called three times.

”Bang bang”

Su Qingqing screams in horror, while Tang Yao slumps beside Xiao Qi's body like a statue without life.

Meiyuan is as cold as a palace without Xiaoqi.

After a month, Yan Shaokun removed the ban on Tang Yao.

At the same time, he ordered people to send plum blossom wine every three or five times, but Tang Yao didn't even touch them when they got moldy.

The bright red and cold plum wine is very like the blood of Xiao Qi's chest that day.

Tang Yao was suddenly tired of such meaningless life of waiting for death.