After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Han Yanliang raised his head and looked at him calmly.

He is different from Shen Yichao, Shen Yichao is pure and elegant, but he is cold and majestic.

He is handsome, but very aggressive, with domineering brows and eye corners, meticulously combed buns, and a sword even in normal clothes, all harsh, just like his behavior and behavior.

She wandered around the theater for many years and was used to seeing too many people.

She knows that Shen Yijue is more abiding by the rules than his younger brother, and he can accept her as a concubine, but this does not prevent him from marrying another noble lady.

Unless, he is completely emotional.

Shen Yijue this kind of man, once emotional, he will love and swear to each other, and he will not be able to look back.

After experiencing the sadness of Shen Yichao, she will no longer be a man's plaything in the cold, nor will she be a weak person who can be abandoned casually.

As far as she is concerned, men like things must either be completely rejected or possessed entirely.

I want to conquer Shen Yijue.

The darkness of the girl's eyes flashed across it.

With an innocent and charming smile, she put her slender fingers on her shoulders ambiguously: "In the general's eyes, what am I? Beauty? Or plaything?"

Shen Ye's face was expressionless: "It seems that you think your concubine is despising you."

"The flogging that Wei Chuchu gave me, I will never forget..." Han Yanliang stood on tiptoe and leaned to Shen Yi Jue's ear, "General, people are afraid."

The beauty spoke softly, with a fragrance between her breaths.

Shen Yi Jue Juejue rolling.

With a deep and gloomy sight, passing over the beauty's delicate eyebrows, he was very clearly aware that he wanted this beauty and he wanted to conquer this beauty.

From body to heart.

He pressed Han Yanliang against the flower window.

The big palm held her waist tightly, and the other hand was on the back of the beauty's head. When he was caught off guard by the cold, he suddenly bowed his head and kissed her vermilion lips...

He has no experience, just relying on instinct, like an invincible general, ruthlessly grabbing her sweet fragrance.

Han Yanliang was forced to raise his head high.

Wei Qiaozi's eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief.

She thought that Shen Yijue was a ten thousand-year-old iron tree with incomprehensibility. She never expected that this servant turned out to be an overlord who could hardly bow!

His palms are like iron tongs, with amazing strength.

She couldn't even break free!

His breath has a strong offensive flavor, which locks her firmly like a chain.

At this moment, Han Yanliang was suddenly embarrassed and confused.

Tonight, did Shen Yijue fall into her carefully arranged gentle trap, or was she locked into a bird cage made of golden silk by a hunter?

No way to know...

In the chaos of the city, Shen Yijue finally ended this long and jerky kiss.

Except for his thin lips and slightly reddish, his complexion remained as usual.

Han Yanliang wanted to slap him angrily, but he held his hand easily.

He lifted his thumb and pressed her red lips with his rough fingertips, as if a famous artist stamped his favorite collection.

His voice was hoarse: "After marking, you are my woman, don't try to escape."

Han Yanliang was about to protest, and the tall building shook violently again.

Shen Yichao grabbed her waist and jumped down from the flower window decisively.

Han Yanliang couldn't stand firmly, his head hit his arms hard, rubbing his forehead with pain.

This guy has a stiff chest, I'm afraid it's made of iron!

Jianshuo is Jianshuo, if she really gets on the couch, she might...

She glanced at it complicately.

Shen Yijue hugged her on the steed and galloped towards the gate of the garrison: "What's the daze?"

Han Yanliang took it for granted: "I was wondering why you hate it so much."

Shen Yijue's face was ugly.

She didn't understand what she had done wrong, and made her say something like this.

He seriously ordered: "Don't hate me."

Han Yanliang rolled his eyes.

This boy is overbearing and unpleasant, he can control it?

He can lock her person, can he lock her heart?

The steed leaped over the collapsed ruins and burning lanterns.

The cold wind whizzed past my ears.

Han Yanliang whispered: "With a man like you, the rest of your life will have no fun."

"What is fun?"

"Happiness in the boudoir of a husband and wife is fun. At the worst, love between men and women can be regarded as fun. Don't look at your brother's seriousness. When he is in the account, he dare to say anything. Jin Jian, only you can't think of it, he wouldn't say it without him."

Shen Yijue was quiet for a moment.

As the steed crossed the fire, he whispered: "But he still betrayed you in the end. It can be seen that love words are far less important than firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. I will not talk love words with you, you just need to remember, from now on Later, you Hanyanliang is a woman I admire. Unless I die, I will not allow anyone to bully you."

The cold smoke was stunned.

This handsome and solemn general always had a cold expression on his face.

He clearly said that he would not learn about love, but he didn't know what he said, which is the most rare in the world.

She don't have a small face, she can't tell her feelings.

There was another explosion in the front, and fireworks roared into the sky.

Shen Yijue locked Han Yanliang tightly in his arms and was forced to turn the horse's head and rushed to the city gate in a different direction.

...

"Hahahahahaha!"

The top of the nine-story pagoda in Chang'an City.

Wei Shaoqian's red robe is wide-sleeved, and his long dark hair is **** with a red silk ribbon. His face in the moonlight is handsome and noble, like a bridegroom about to marry a new wife.

This outfit is exactly what he dressed when he married Xiao Qingyang.

He shook the folding fan and indulged in a bird's-eye view of the fire.

The golden flames leaped in his pupils, like crazy, crazy and passionate.

He looked up at the bright moon and asked loudly, "Xiao Qingyang, have you seen the ten-mile Chang'an lit for you for your husband? Have you seen this grand fireworks?! He buried countless explosives in the street for his husband, and wanted to overthrow the world for his husband. You are buried!"

In the city of Chang'an, everyone praises the poignant story of Qingyang Emperor Ji and Xuandu monk.

However, no one knows how Wei Shaoqian survived the past two months.

He was angry, he was jealous.

He regretted it even more and set fire to the mountain at all costs.

He doesn't want to live anymore.

He deliberately chose the reunion day of Shangyuan Festival to pay homage to her in the city full of excitement.

Lots of snow-white paper money fell from the nine-story pagoda, flying all over the sky.

Wei Shaoqian's red dress was like blood, laughing loudly, and falling from the tower contentedly.

When he was eight years old, he entered the palace for the first time with his father.

The empress empress is the most beautiful and majestic woman he has ever seen since he was sensible.

He knelt down under Dan Chi cautiously, not daring to look up.

When I was sweating nervously, I suddenly heard a silver bell-like chuckle from the corner of the hall.

He peeked curiously.

The little girl in a fiery red skirt, wearing an exquisite golden fringed phoenix crown, poked her head from behind the bead curtain, and stared at him with a smile.

The little girl was changing her teeth, and when she smiled, her front teeth were exposed.

It's like a dog hole.

His tension disappeared suddenly, and he couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.

Empress Shen said warmly: "Qing Yang, come here."

The little girl ran to Dan Chi obediently: "Mother Queen!"

Only then did he know that the little girl was the only jewel in the palm of the current emperor, Emperor Qingyang.