Time is slow

   Chapter 105 Someone in front of the spirit

   The moonlight is bright, the bluestone pavement is covered with frost like frost, and the white lanterns hanging under the corridor are swaying in the wind, making the road leading to the mourning hall more and more obvious.

   Shao Mingyuan ran all the way to the mourning hall, silently, followed by the shadow.

  The mourning hall is a vast expanse of white, and as soon as it gets close, there is a faint smell of burning paper.

   Shao Mingyuan stopped suddenly.

The subordinates behind    stopped and said in a low voice, "General, look—"

   Shao Mingyuan raised his hand and motioned for him to keep quiet.

  The wind blew and swirls the paper ashes in the brazier placed on the ground in front of the mourning hall. The widows who were guarding the spirit by the side were all asleep, allowing the ashes to sprinkle on their bodies.

   There was a person standing motionless in front of the mourning hall, Shao Mingyuan's eyes fell on the person's face, his expression slightly condensed.

  The man didn't move, so Shao Mingyuan didn't move either.

  The lantern in front of the mourning hall was hanging high, as bright as day, which clearly illuminated the expression on the man's face.

   In the shadows, the darkness and drowsiness covered Shao Mingyuan and his subordinates' figures and breathing.

   Shao Mingyuan turned his head sideways and nodded to his subordinates.

   has been following his subordinates to understand, clasped his fists in a salute, quietly retreated to the other subordinates who were secretly guarding the mourning hall, made a silent gesture, and all of them retreated away.

In front of the    mourning hall, apart from a few old wives who were snoring one after another, there were only two sober people, one bright and one dark.

  The wind blew, the white silk flowers that decorated the mourning hall rustled, and a strand of black ash in the brazier swirled down to Shao Mingyuan's feet.

   The man finally moved.

   He lightly walked to the coffin parked in the center and stopped, reaching out and landing on the coffin lid.

   A cold light flashed in Shao Mingyuan's eyes, staring at the man's movements without moving.

  The man maintained that movement for a long time, until the candle flame was swayed by the wind, flickering brightly and dimly, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly raised his hand to lift the lid of the coffin.

Shao Mingyuan acted like the wind, and he came to the man almost instantly, grabbed his hand with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other. .

   "Woooooo-" The man saw that it was Shao Mingyuan, and suddenly stopped struggling.

   Shao Mingyuan let go of his hand and looked at him coldly.

   The man was seen rather uncomfortable, so he called out "Second Brother".

  Shao Mingyuan was expressionless, and after a while he asked lightly, "You still know that I'm your second brother?"

   Shao Xiyuan lowered his head, raised his head again after a while, and asked in disbelief, "What do you want to do to me?"

   The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy's skin is whiter and tenderer than that of a girl's, and even his unconvinced appearance is so energetic, as if there is nothing to be afraid of in this world.

   Such ignorant courage is because no matter what disaster happens, someone will always take care of him.

  Shao Mingyuan felt a pain in his heart, and his voice was indifferent: "What are you doing here?"

   Shao Xiyuan and Shao Mingyuan looked at each other, initially panicked after being caught on the spot, but became fearless, with the usual provocation in his tone: "Didn't the second brother see it, I want to see the second sister-in-law."

   "Look at the second sister-in-law?" Shao Mingyuan asked word by word, his anger gradually blurred his eyes.

   No matter what the reason is, in the dead of night, his own younger brother ran into the mourning hall to peek at his deceased wife like a thief. This is by no means a pleasant feeling.

Instead, Shao Xiyuan was aroused by a rebellious mentality. He folded his hands on his chest and said nonchalantly: "Yes, what happened to the second sister-in-law? The second sister-in-law has always been very good to me. I can't see if she is not good? It's not like you, to the second sister-in-law. I didn't care about his death at all—"

   Before he finished speaking, he was picked up by Shao Mingyuan by the front of his shirt.

   "You want to see, why did you come here in the middle of the night?"

   Shao Xiyuan blushed and patted Shao Mingyuan's hand angrily: "Let go! Shao Mingyuan, you dare to hit me?"

   Shao Mingyuan's expression became colder, but his tone was extraordinarily calm, and he asked every word: "Shao Xiyuan, what gave you the illusion that I would not dare to hit you as a brother?"

   After he finished speaking, he easily carried Shao Xiyuan and turned around, raised his long legs, and directly kicked Shao Xiyuan's ass.

   Shao Xiyuan screamed and fell to the ground. After struggling for a while, he got up in embarrassment. Tears came out of the pain.

   Shao Mingyuan reached out and dragged him over again, and said lightly, "Tell mother?"

   Shao Xiyuan raised his chin.

  Why, are you afraid?

   The elder brother, who was more than half a head taller than him, sneered and kicked his **** without saying a word.

   Shao Xiyuan was kicked to the ground again, the pampered young master felt numb from the pain in his buttocks, and he couldn't get up now.

   He was still quite ambitious, knowing that screaming in the middle of the night was not a good thing, so he resisted being silent.

   Shao Mingyuan squatted down halfway, stretched out his hand to drag Shao Xiyuan up, and looked at him.

   "Shao Xiyuan, look at me."

   Young Master Shao, who had never been beaten for such a long time, wanted to hold his breath, but before the shadow of being beaten on his **** just now passed, he subconsciously looked into those cold eyes that were close at hand.

   Shao Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and asked coolly, "Shao Xiyuan, how old are you?"

   "Fourteen, what's the matter?" Shao Xiyuan asked angrily and sneered, "A person like you who kills every day, of course you won't remember this."

   Shao Mingyuan ignored Shao Xiyuan's sarcasm, and said lightly, "Since you don't have milk, you still need to find a mother after being beaten?"

   "You—" Youngsters of this age have particularly strong self-esteem. When Shao Mingyuan asked this question, Shao Xiyuan immediately blushed and stared at him speechlessly.

   Shao Mingyuan let go of his hand, and his tone was even lower: "Okay, let's go back."

   He took a deep look at the younger brother, all his emotions were hidden in the cold star-like eyes: "I don't care what your reasons are, remember, this is not an example."

   Although it was early summer, the young man standing opposite Shao Mingyuan felt that the moon was cold and the stars were thin, and the burning pain in his **** made him lose the courage to talk back.

  The boy thought to himself: The second brother is a devil who kills without blinking an eye. Tonight is dark and windy, if he gets tough again, this devil might dig a hole to bury him, right?

   A person who can kill even the second sister-in-law, of course there is nothing that cannot be done!

   Shao Xiyuan snorted as a response, turned around and left.

  Shao Mingyuan stood on the spot, without blocking or making a sound.

   He silently watched the boy walk a distance, then stopped and turned around.

   "Second brother, I don't care what kind of wife you marry in the future, anyway, in my heart, there is only one second sister-in-law!"

  The wind was cool and the moon was cold, Shao Mingyuan sighed lightly and said lightly, "Just remember that she is your second sister-in-law!"

   He turned around first and strode away, and soon disappeared into the night.

   Shao Xiyuan was stunned for a long time, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and limped away.

  In the mourning hall, because of the faint screams just now, several wives who were vigilants were awakened instantly. They sat around burning paper money and chatting gossip.

   "General—" Staring at a few subordinates here, he saw Shao Mingyuan approaching and shouted in a low voice.

   (end of this chapter)