"When I lay in bed and opened my eyes and heard the doctor saying that I was pregnant, I was really scared. They said that I fainted in Zhengrong Pavilion that night and bled a lot. Bu Zhan, that night, Jiang

Did the house also bleed a lot of blood? My father, my mother, and my brother...a lot of blood..."

Bu Zhan lowered his head and looked at her.

"No."

"Yeah?"

She was stunned for a moment, and then she actually smiled. It was so rare that someone could survive under the hands of Bu Zuoxiang.

Her smile was pale and feeble, like a gorgeous but quickly withering flower blooming in the cold ice and snow.

Bu Zhan removed his eyes and whispered to the people around him: "Send Madam back."

People around me looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to move.

Seeing this, he slightly tightened his grip on the handle of the umbrella. After a while, he handed the umbrella to the servant and walked up to her again.

The cold wind ruffled his snow-white clothes, and there seemed to be emotions flowing in the man's eyes.

The next moment, he actually reached out his hand and picked her up from the snow.

This was the first time he took the initiative to hug a woman.

Even Tan Zhao was shocked and took a breath of cold air.

Bu Zhan put his hands around her waist and held her firmly in his arms. There was still a cold wind flowing around her. She closed her eyes and smelled the fragrance of sandalwood.

besides……

The smell of blood on his body.

It is the scent of sandalwood that cannot be concealed, it is eye-catching and pungent.

His blood-stained hands held her arm firmly, and the blood stained her clothes on her shoulders. Jiang Ling trembled all over when she thought that this was the blood of the Jiang family.

Bu Zhan hugged her without an umbrella.

The flying snow fell down, fell on her face, and quickly melted into water.

His embrace was very broad, even a little warm, but Jiang Ling did not dare to put her face into it. The two of them were silent all the way, and finally, she heard a very low voice:

"That night, I ransacked Jiang's house, but I didn't kill anyone. The person I just interrogated was someone from a neighboring family."

"Your father, your mother, your brother... and other relatives are all still alive."

He wanted to kill them.

Regardless of whether Jiang Wenhuai becomes an official or not, the other party's name has already been imprinted on his roster.

The reason is very simple. His ambition is clear, and Jiang Wenhuai is the teacher of the sixth prince. If the remaining members of the sixth prince want to make a comeback in the future, they will definitely contact the Jiang family to oppose him.

Therefore, he must cut the grass and roots without leaving any hidden dangers.

But that day——

As he watched Lu Wu and Jiang Yan exchange letters, a ridiculous idea came to his mind.

Perhaps the idea was too ridiculous, so he thought about it for a moment and then dismissed it from his mind.

But the night before, the fire was soaring into the sky, and he was sitting high on the horse, holding the long sword that had killed countless people in his arms.

Jiang Wenhuai, Jiang Yan, Lin Zilan...

He coldly glanced at the faces of those people, the faces of those who were about to die. Under Tan Zhao's surprised gaze, the sentence "kill without mercy" actually turned into "take down".

Bu Zhan didn't know what he was doing. He just felt that the hesitation between this thought made his head suddenly hurt badly.

…

After hearing Bu Zhan's words, Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment. She raised her face and looked at the man's cold chin.

"Will you kill them?"

Bu Zhan lowered his eyelashes and looked at her calmly in the cold wind.

Jiang Ling didn't dare to look at him, bit her white lips and buried her head in his arms.

It was at this moment that Jiang Ling failed to capture that the man's cold eyes finally relaxed a little.

He seemed to be hesitating, and for the first time there was confusion in his eyes.
Chapter completed!