The women standing in front of Yan Anzhi didn't dare to breathe.
They lowered their heads and stared at the uppers of their shoes, not daring to speak.
Moreover, Luo Twelve’s body was placed not far from them, so how could they not be afraid?
A gust of autumn wind blew in from outside the house, making them shiver in the cold.
Tonight is unlucky to say the least.
They were just following the orders and wanted to wait for Luo Twelve to die before returning to his hometown.
But who would have expected that he would meet Yan Jin outside the hospital.
After Yan Jin and Yan Qining became estranged, they never set foot in the West Courtyard again.
But what a coincidence, they happened to meet each other, and they were so slow to react that they didn't recognize Yan Jin immediately.
Yan Anzhi sat not far away from them and said softly, "Mother Wang, I heard that you lived in Ningzhou for a period of time when you were a child."
The person called Mrs.
Wang felt her heart skip a beat, then nodded, "This is what I said to Master An Zhi."
"There are many fishing villages in Ningzhou.
I think you must have lived there."
Yan Anzhi curled his index finger slightly and tapped the table gently, "Then have you ever seen a fine-eye fishing net?"
Mother Wang raised her head in confusion, and saw Yan Anzhi's half-smiling expression.
That kind of smile was a little ferocious, and it made her even more frightened.
She took a step back, sweat dripping down her forehead, "Old slave, I've seen this before."
"Yeah," Yan Anzhi continued to say calmly, "I've seen it too.
However, I didn't see it in the fishing village.
I saw Mother Wang in the military camp.
Do you know what they use these fine-eye fish nets for?"
Yan An's repeated questions made Mrs.
Wang feel more and more unsure.
She felt that this kind young master was a little different today than in the past.
Those eyes as black as dyed with ink seemed to hide countless sharp knives.
Mother Wang raised her hand and gently wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her cuffs, "I am short-sighted and don't know what the adults are using these fine-eye fishing nets for."
Yan Anzhi stopped tapping on the table and picked up the cold tea cup that had been put aside.
He took a gentle sip of tea.
This is Luo Twelve’s favorite jasmine tea. only.
Because it has already entered autumn, the originally scalding tea has become very cold.
The tea was cold, but Yan Anzhi didn't frown.
After he put down the tea.
Cai Dao.
"On the battlefield.
If someone is greedy for life and afraid of death, and runs away from the battle and becomes a deserter, they will be caught.
They betrayed Dayan.
They deserve to be punished, but they can be killed easily, but they are fulfilled.
After all, if they die, what will happen to them?
I can’t even feel it anymore, but if I don’t kill them, how can I serve as a warning to others?”
Mother Wang subconsciously answered, "So, what should we do?"
After she finished speaking, she realized what she had said.
Mother Wang was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth and did not dare to continue talking.
Yan Anzhi smiled coldly and said in a calm voice without any emotion, "The deserters who were captured will be stripped naked, tied to a pillar, and then covered with fine-eye fishnets.
After slowly tightening the fishnets, they will be rubbed all over."
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The body flesh protrudes outside the mesh, and then the meat exposed in the fishing net is cut off piece by piece.
Of course, it won't be too big."
When Yan Anzhi said this, he raised his hand, pointed at the nail of his thumb and said, "Probably, it's just one cut every half an hour, and only sixteen cuts each time.
If you are in poor health, you probably won't be able to endure it for a day.
But I have also seen people with excellent bodies who were cut more than two thousand times and still screamed in pain until the end.
The flesh on their bodies was almost gone, but their breath was still alive.
Isn’t it interesting?”
He spoke very slowly, narrating the scene to the women standing in front of him.
Soon, the person standing next to Li Wang's mother became paralyzed with fear.
Her eyes were full of panic and fear Mother Wang was even more scared and trembling all over.
She knew that Yan Anzhi could now enter the Shen family's military camp, and if servants like them were treated like this, no one would know.
"What's going on?"
Yan Anzhi looked at the limp one, still smiling, "Moms, you are all in good health, you don't have to be afraid of these."
After saying that, he took out a dagger from his cuff and pulled the dagger out of the scabbard.
This dagger was extremely exquisitely made, and there was a red jade inlaid on the scabbard.
This jade looked as if it had been dyed red by blood, and it was extremely eye-catching.
Under the candlelight, the dagger looked very sharp.
Yan Anzhi stood up from the chair and walked to Mother Wang, "I got a dagger yesterday.
I don't know if it is sharp or not.
Mother Wang, let me try it."
Mother Wang knelt on the ground in fright, "Master Anzhi, please forgive me, I really don't know anything, I don't know anything."
"Really?"
Yan Anzhi stretched out his hand and pulled out the hairpin from Wang's mother's hair.
Mother Wang's bun instantly became messy, and some of her white hair fell down on her shoulders.
Before she could speak, she saw a flash of white light in front of her eyes, and her hair fell to the ground.
She looked at the hair on the ground and her face turned green with fear.
The dagger in Yan Anzhi's hand was as sharp as iron, not to mention the hair.
This was a gift from Yan Jin to Yan Anzhi on his birthday.
Yan Jin gave him two identical daggers, and the scabbards were exactly the same.
One has a blade that has never been sharpened, and the other is the one in his hand, which is extremely sharp.
In the past, he almost always carried the unbladed dagger with him.
Because that dagger can be used for entertainment and will not hurt anyone.
After all, the blade is too blunt and cannot even cut fruit.
But for some reason, when he came out of Shangwuyuan today, he thought that he should put back the unedged dagger.
Only sharp daggers can hurt people.
Yan Anzhi looked at the dagger in his hand and smiled lightly.
Perhaps from the beginning, Yan Jin knew that he would one day use this dagger.
That's why I prepared two for him.
Moreover, just now Yan Jin said that he is no longer the same person as he used to be.
He is now like an eagle soaring in the sky.
Yan Anzhi squinted his eyes and thought of the two sea greens next to Shen Yanshan.
Those two little things looked harmless, but in fact, even the venomous snakes raised by Shen Cangcang seemed to have seen something scary when they saw these two sea turtles.
They all seemed to be running for their lives.
He quickly dodged.
Moreover, it’s not just the poisonous snakes raised by Shen Cangcang.
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The wild and untamable horses in the company camp were no longer as fierce and untamed as before when they saw Shen Yanshan and Hai Dongqing appear.
Yan Anzhi put the dagger in front of his eyes and shook it.
Smiling coldly.
"Mother Wang, what did you just say?"
The mother-in-law beside Mama Wang couldn't bear it anymore.
She burst into tears, knelt down and moved to Yan Anzhi's side, shouting.
"Master Anzhi, please spare this old slave.
This old slave is just following orders.
This old slave did not put anything in Mr.
Luo's medicine on purpose.
I really didn't do it on purpose.
Please spare me, this old slave."
"Oh, by order."
Yan Anzhi raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "Whose order was it by?"
Just as Mrs.
Wang was about to reprimand the mother-in-law beside her, she heard that person say, "It's the Fourth Miss, the Fourth Miss."
"Mother Zeng, how can you slander the Fourth Miss?"
Mother Wang's eyes widened with anger, and she trembled, "Are you crazy?"
Mother Zeng looked at Mother Wang with tears on her face, "Wang Suiying, if you want to be loyal to the Fourth Miss, why would you take us to hell together?
I don't want my old mother at home, I still have children."
At this point, Zeng’s mother stood up and hurriedly looked for something in her sleeves.
Finally, she took out the money bag from her sleeves and threw it hard at Mama Wang, hitting her eyes.
"I don't want your money anymore.
Go back and tell Mama Ji.
She will do this with you." , aren’t you afraid of suffering retribution?”
Mother Zeng spoke righteously, as if she was the most innocent person in this matter.
Yan Anzhi's expression remained calm after watching Mama Zeng and Mama Wang turn against each other.
As for Mama Ji, of course he knows.
Mother Ji is the third uncle's wife, and now works in the west courtyard.
Mother Ji has been very peaceful these days, her whereabouts are also very fixed, and she is waiting on the second wife's side every day.
But People who appear to be peaceful are actually not very peaceful.
A few days ago, Yan Anzhi heard Yan Jin accidentally mention that Ji's mother and Qingshan met in the east courtyard.
Afterwards, Yan Jin asked him to check Qingshan's whereabouts.
However, he didn't gain much.
He just found out that Mama Ji and Qingshan seemed to be having an affair.
Mother Ji's husband Qingzhu passed away very early.
Now she is a widow and has not remarried.
It is extremely normal to have an affair with the guards of the Yan family.
After all, Qingshan and Qingzhu are both guards of the Yan family, and their figures are very similar.
If you don't pay attention to their looks, you will find that they look like they were carved from the same mold.
Therefore, it is not a surprise that Mother Ji would entrust her feelings to Qingshan, who is not yet married.
However, I don’t know if Mother Ji’s son Qingwen knows about the matter between Mother Ji and Qingshan.
At this time, Mother Wang glanced at Yan Anzhi, whose expression did not change, and still gritted her teeth and said, "Master Anzhi, Mother Zeng has wronged me.
I did not help the Fourth Miss, and I did not take Mr.
Luo's medicine."
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Everything else was put in because Mother Zeng wanted to frame the old slave."
"Madman, Wang Suiying, you madman, do you really want us to bury you with you?"
Zeng's mother stamped her feet angrily.
She raised her head and glanced at Yan Anzhi again, knelt down in front of Yan Anzhi, raised her right hand and said, " Young Master Anzhi, I swear, I swear on the lives of everyone in my family, what I just said is true.
If I lie, I will die badly.
You have to believe me."
At this time, the atmosphere in the room was tense, but Yan Anzhi, who originally caused the chaos, seemed like an outsider.
He looked at the man kneeling on the ground and sneered.
Yan Anzhi put the dagger into the scabbard and said softly, "It's getting cold, it's really freezing."
At this time, Xiangfu came in from outside the house, took a cloak and put it on Yan Anzhi, and then advised, "It's late at night, Master Anzhi, please go back quickly.
If it's too late, the Fourth Master will be worried about you."
"Well" Yan Anzhi gathered the cloak around him, but this cloak was not his.
Yan Jin had someone specially bring it to him because he was afraid it would freeze him.
The moon-white cloak has no pattern at all, and Yan Anzhi, who is as white as snow, likes this clean color because it looks like a mourning dress.
After he put the dagger back into his sleeve, he said leisurely, "It's late at night, mothers, please go back early."
After Yan Anzhi finished speaking, he walked out of the house, leaving behind Mother Wang and Mother Zeng who looked at each other.
They never expected that Yan Anzhi, who just wanted to kill them, would calmly let them go back and rest early.
It seemed that he just wanted to know who killed Luo Twelve.
Yan Anzhi's behavior made them unpredictable Xiang Fu, who was following Yan Anzhi, paused and took a look inside the house after walking a few steps.
She thought for a while before returning to the house, walked to the table on the side, picked up a wolf hair pen that had lost some hair, turned around and walked out of the house.
Her movements were casual, as if she just wanted to come and get something.
Yan Anzhi did not wait for Xiang Fu, but when he was about to leave the west courtyard, Xiang Fu chased him from behind.
"Master Anzhi" Xiang Fu called Yan Anzhi, then looked at Yan Anzhi with sweat on his face, raised his hand, revealing the wolf-hair pen, "Mr.
Luo likes this pen very much, and it will be broken if he keeps it with him all the time. , and didn’t throw it away.”
Luo Twelve is gone, and the only thing that can accompany Yan Anzhi may be a cold object.
In fact, there was something similar in Xiangfu's arms.
It was a puppet carved by her brother when she was young.
My brother said it was carved in the image of my mother.
Unfortunately, when her mother passed away, she was still young, so she didn’t remember her mother at all.
Xiangfu remembered that time, she looked at the puppets carved by her brother, pouted and said with disgust that her brother’s craftsmanship was too poor, so That's why this puppet looks so ugly.
At that time, her brother would often get mad at her and then turn around and stop talking to her.
Sometimes he even vowed to break up with her.
But at the end of each time, within an hour of their conflict, her brother would come to cheer her up again and give her things she liked.
Later, when her brother and father were gone, this was the only thing left by her side.
Yan Anzhi looked at Xiang Fu, and after a while he took the Langhao pen from Xiang Fu's hand and said softly, "Thank you very much."
"You saved my life, so why do you have to say thank you to me?
Isn't this a shame for me?"
Xiangfu frowned, looked at Yan Anzhi and said seriously, "Young Master Anzhi, Miss Cai just said that you can't let this person go."
Why don't you punish these people?
They were the ones who killed Mr.
Luo." s: Recommended book: The title of the book is The Proud Son-in-Law, written by San Tan, and the introduction is about playing house fighting and overpowering the overlord.
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