Dream Broken You Pavilion

There is Fulong Mountain more than 700 miles away from Xiangzhou. Although the mountain is not very steep, there are many mountains and lush vegetation on the mountain. In the green that covers the sky and the sun, a gust of mountain wind blows, bringing the faint sound of waves.

On the halfway up the mountain, on nearly a hundred acres of flat open land, there is a magnificent and huge house, with flagpoles more than ten feet high standing on the walls of the surrounding courtyard. Under the blowing of the wind, hula la flutters in the wind.

Little Yuntian young master Shang Wuyang sat on a rosewood tiger head chair in the middle of the conference hall.But I saw him wearing a blue floor-length gown with narrow sleeves, and a narrow gray leather belt around his waist. His waist-length black hair was casually scattered, and a purple embroidered eyebrow was tied on his forehead, and a strand of hair was long on the right forehead. The ground is hanging down in front of the eyes, the complexion is fair on the sharp-edged face, two thick black eyebrows fly slantingly into the temples, and a pair of beautiful eyes shoot out two cold lights, as cold as the blade, and the tightly pursed lips reveal indifference.With a cold and stern air, it is breathtaking and daunting.

Standing beside Shang Wuyang is Gao Liang, the housekeeper. He is of medium build, with a round face, slightly chubby, and a short beard like a scrub brush trimmed on his chin. At this moment, he is whispering something in Shang Wuyang's ear.

"The tenth day of next month?"

Shang Wuyang frowned, and his eyes were even colder, "Is the news accurate?"

His voice has the magnetism of youth, but it is gloomy and indifferent, without any vitality, which is extremely inconsistent with his age.

"The report from the spies should be correct." Gao Liang said with certainty.

"opportunity finally arises."

Shang Wuyang raised his long eyebrows slightly, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, slanted the corner of his mouth, and slipped a cold smile, "Xiao Han, I want you to know what life is better than death, and I will pay you for it." Everything that was given to me will be returned to you double."

Two bloodthirsty cold lights shot out from his deep eyes, even Gao Liang who was standing by the side felt shuddering and couldn't help shivering.

"Young master doesn't intend to kill him directly?" Gao Liang asked tentatively.

Shang Wuyang reached out and grabbed a golden dagger on the table, playing with it in his hand.Suddenly, with a flick of the wrist, the dagger came out of his hand, and a golden light went straight to the gate. With a sound of "噗", the blade went straight into the doorpost, and the handle of the knife still trembled slightly.

A teasing sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth, and he said indifferently: "This young master doesn't want to kill people, but just wants to have fun with them."

"Should the young master tell the old lady about this?" Gao Liang asked.

Shang Wuyang raised his hand: "No need."

After saying that, he hooked his fingers towards Gao Liang, Gao Liang immediately moved his head, and Shang Wuyang whispered in his ear...

Gao Liang nodded again and again, and praised: "The young master is a good planner, so I will arrange it now."

After saying that, he bowed and saluted, and exited the meeting hall.

There was a strange smile on Shang Wuyang's cold face, but there seemed to be a raging flame in his eyes that couldn't wait to burst out...

He stood up slowly, fixed his eyes on the dagger stuck on the pillar at the door, and approached step by step. The faint evil spirit in his eyes seemed to ignite the fire of hatred in his heart. Looking at the cold light on the blade, his lips The corner twitched subconsciously.

"Yang'er."

There was a whisper in my ear, I looked up, and saw a middle-aged woman in a brown plain dress standing in front of the door, her sallow face was full of tiredness, and her eyes were full of worry, He looked like he was recovering from a serious illness.This person is Shang Wuyang's mother and the founder of "Little Yuntian". People in the world call him "Mrs. Shang Qi".

Seeing his mother coming, Shang Wuyang stepped forward to help him, "Mother, why did you come out before you recovered from your illness?" He helped his mother to a chair and sat down.

Mrs. Shang Qi frowned, and said: "Yang'er, since your father left, we have kept our names incognito for so many years in order to force disasters. Now, as my mother is old, I have nothing to ask but my family is safe and sound. You If the daughter-in-law adds a male and a half female continuation incense to our family, then the mother will die without regret, and I will have an explanation with your father when we get there."

Shang Wuyang responded lightly, "Yes."

Mrs. Shang Qi asked again: "I saw Gao Liang go out just now, are you discussing something with him?"

"No."

Seeing Shang Wuyang's cold face, Mrs. Shang Qi shook her head, "Yang'er has always been stubborn, if you refuse to tell me, my mother will not be able to ask. Forget it, mother will not ask, because my mother is old and useless." .”

"Knock knock" two knocks on the door sounded.

A delicate woman stood in front of the door. The door was originally open, but she knocked first. In this small cloud, the study room, the meeting hall and his exclusive courtyard, except for Shang Qi Madam, no one else can enter or leave without Shang Wuyang's permission, including her.

The woman is only about twenty years old, with a small and well-proportioned figure, an oval face, a little makeup on her face, curved willow eyebrows and red phoenix eyes, a small nose, thin lips, and a slight smile. It was a small red mole between her eyebrows.

Behind her was a chubby little girl, holding a tray with two small bowls in her hand.

Seeing the woman, Mrs. Shang Qi showed a smile, and called softly: "Min'er, come in quickly."

He Lan Min'er is Shang Wuyang's wife. Three years ago, she came to Fulong Mountain to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff, but was rescued by Shang Wuyang. Since then, she has been deeply in love with Shang Wuyang. The decision to marry her in, but Shang Wuyang has always been thoughtful, and he doesn't like this woman of unknown origin. In the past three years, he has spent more time in the study and other courtyards than in the bedroom. Maybe this is why they have no children so far. one of the reasons.

That little chubby girl is the girl Yurong who has been following her all this time, and was originally Madam Shang Qi's maid.

He Lan Min'er was born petite and exquisite, standing in front of the eight-foot tall Shang Wuyang who just reached his chest, it seemed that Shang Wuyang's figure was extraordinarily tall.

Min'er looked at Shang Wuyang with a smile on her face, her eyes were full of affection and her eyes were rippling, while Shang Wuyang's face was as cold as frost, with indifference between his brows.The hot face touched the iceberg, and the smile stayed on her face for a few seconds. Perhaps she was used to his indifferent face, but after a moment of embarrassment, she restored her smile, and turned to look at her mother-in-law Mrs. Shang Qi with a smile and said:

"Min'er just boiled ginseng soup and asked Yurong to send it to her mother's room, but she didn't expect her mother to come here."

Turning around, he brought the ginseng soup, handed it to her, and said softly: "Mother, you are weak, you should drink this ginseng soup while it is hot."

Mrs. Shang Qi took it with her hand, and drank the ginseng soup in one gulp. He Lan hurriedly took the empty bowl, took the handkerchief in her sleeve, and carefully wiped the corners of her lips.The movements are gentle and skillful, and the attitude is even more respectful.He took another bowl and brought it to Shang Wuyang with both hands, and said softly:

"Husband, drink a bowl too."

Shang Wuyang took a sip and drank it calmly, and handed the bowl back to her, still expressionless.

Mrs. Shang Qi stretched out her hand to take Helan's soft little hand, her eyes were full of love, "Min'er, mother sees that you look better recently, you two need to work harder, mother can wait to hug Jinsun Woolen cloth."

A blush hit her cheeks, and He Lan called out shyly, "Mother."

Glancing at the iceman-like Shang Wuyang, there is deep love in his eyes, perhaps more anticipation.

Shang Wuyang remained expressionless, and said to He Lan:

"Mother has been out for a long time, you can take her back to her room to rest." The voice was so cold that there was no warmth.

He Lan replied obediently: "Yes, it's time for mother to take a nap, and I'll send her home to rest right away."

Mrs. Shang Qi patted the back of He Lan Min'er's hand lightly, and said softly: "Min'er, go and wait outside the door first, I will leave after a few words with Yang'er, ah."

He Lan respected his forehead, turned to look at Shang Wuyang affectionately, and said softly: "Min'er is going out first."

Seeing Shang Wuyang coldly "Yes", a look of disappointment flashed from He Lan's eyes, he turned around and walked out.

Mrs. Shang Qi said:

"My son, you don't have to hide it from your mother. You can't share the hatred of killing your father, but that person is not your enemy. Even if you don't believe in your mother, you can't follow others."

The corners of Shang Wuyang's mouth trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Seeing his expression, Mrs. Shang Qi knew it was useless, and sighed: "You feel that you can see clearly, but in fact you can't see clearly, you are blinded by a leaf. Forget it, I'm going back, think about it yourself .”

Shang Wuyang helped his mother out, and the girl waiting outside hurried forward to help her.

"Mom, go slowly."

Watching his mother leave, Shang Wuyang turned around slowly, looking thoughtfully at the four characters "Ji Zha Wei Qing" on the red copper plaque hanging high in the middle of the wall.

After pondering for a moment, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the dagger from the pillar. This dagger is extremely exquisite, the handle is made of pure gold, and it does not hide its luxury and nobility, especially the dragon pattern engraved on it, which is definitely beyond the possession of ordinary people. .The blade is no more than seven inches long, made of pure steel, the blade is extremely thin, with a slight movement, the blade shines with a cold air.The dagger is also extremely light in weight.His brows became tighter and tighter, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense...