The night was already deep, and the cold night wind blew in from nowhere. The candle flame on the desk was shaking uncomfortably, as if it would be extinguished in the next second.
All the people in the house were gone.
Feng Baizhe looked around, and the veins on his forehead bulged: "Where is the person? Come here, where did they all die?"
The newly promoted little eunuch hurried over from the side hall: "Master, what's the matter?"
Seeing this fresh face, Feng Baizhe remembered that his confidant was also dead. He looked at this little eunuch who didn't understand his mind at all with dead eyes, and beat the armrest of the chair: "Light the lamp for me!" , light the lamp, the room is so dark, how can the head of this family read the writing on the document clearly?"
Little eunuch: "..."
The little eunuch had no choice but to go forward and light a few more lamps.
Feng Baizhe became even more angry: "This Patriarch whose eyes are flickering and flickering is dazzled, are you planning to see my Patriarch's eyes go blind?"
A huge hat was buckled down, and the little eunuch was almost scared to death. Fortunately, he was clever and immediately covered the lamps with glass lampshades.
Feng Baizhe looked up at the outside, and raised his finger: "You let them come in to guard, and arrange a few people to take turns outside the house."
The guards guarding the door changed to guarding the inside, and suddenly there were several people in the room, Feng Baizhe finally felt relieved.
Seeing that his eye sockets were covered with bruises, the little eunuch kindly persuaded him: "Master, it's late, why don't you go back to your room and have a rest?"
Feng Baizhe raised his eyes to look at the little eunuch, fell down on the grand teacher's chair again, gathered the blanket covering his body, and closed his eyes.
Little eunuch: "..."
The little eunuch lit the incense burner, and the faint smell slowly penetrated into Feng Baizhe's nose...
For several days in a row, Feng Baizhe didn't sleep well, and the servants who served him were still dying one after another. They died in different ways, but all of them had their eyes gouged out and their tongues cut out.
Feng Baizhe couldn't close his eyes, as soon as he closed his eyes, it would be a bloody nightmare.
His previous gentleness and calmness were gone, his temperament became more and more gloomy and violent, and he was surrounded by hostility, making everyone look like someone who wanted to murder him.
He wanted to take the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor, but he didn't dare to take it. There was a backlog of reports piled up on the desk, and he couldn't read a single word in a daze.
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The guards of the Feng family became more and more strict.
Chu Yunyao watched as Chi Yebai washed off the blush on his face little by little, "Apart from Feng Baizhe, who else deserves to die?"
Chi Yebai changed his clothes and returned to his previous attire. The face that was very similar to Mrs. Chi was extremely handsome: "The damned ones are almost dead, Luo Zifeng has already started to evacuate the people in the city in the east After tonight, this Fengjiabao will become the burial place of the Feng family."
Seeing that he seemed to be cooler than before, Chu Yunyao guessed whether it had something to do with Mrs. Chi's death, and asked carefully, "Mrs. Chi..."
"I did it myself." Chi Yebai smiled brightly, "I also did it for her own good, just like she used to say it was all for me. Her wish was fulfilled, and she died without regrets."
Chu Yunyao's eyes were stung by the desolate and lonely smile on his face, she didn't dare to continue asking and changed the subject: "Let's leave together when the sun rises."
Chi Yebai nodded noncommittally: "Yes."
Just as he was talking, Wuying broke in, "Eleven was taken away by Feng Baizhe's people."
In the middle of the night, what did Feng Baizhe take Shi Yi away for no reason?
Eleven is now facing Chu Yunyao's face and occupying the identity of Mrs. Mo.
Chu Yunyao: "Where did you take it?"
"main hall."