After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Brother, please complete me and Han Yanliang!"

Shen Yijue's face was trapped in the shadow, and the hands hanging on the side of his legs clenched quietly.

Can't see the joy and anger.

"Brother!"

Shen Yichao continued to plead.

Shen Yijue whispered: "Do you like her?"

"like!"

Shen Yichao answered decisively.

He raised his head and stared at the cold smoke, his dark eyes were full of love, tenderness that had never been revealed before.

He said warmly: "I was blinded by the concept of family in the past. I only knew what was noble and low, but I didn't know what was like. Now I wake up and I just want to ask my brother to give me a chance to start again. Brother, I like cold smoke and I want to be with her."

Moonlight came through the room, and the green bamboo floor was crystal clear and white.

The voice of the young man of the Shen family is sad and sincere.

Shen Yijue's Adam's apple rolled, and the scar under his left eye was extremely hideous.

He endured and endured, thinking of his younger brother's cute and intelligent attitude, thinking of his love for him over the years, and his anger, and finally endured a little.

He was expressionless: "The prerequisite for fulfillment is mutual affection. You begged to come back, but you shouldn't plead with me. A Chao, you should ask her if she wants to."

Shen Yichao was silent.

Now, where does he have the face to ask Han Yanliang?

He whispered: "She is brother's maidservant, brother can be the master and give her to me..."

Dayong nobles like to nurture beauties and good families, they will also give each other a concubine, a beautiful concubine, and probably even served three or five masters, this is not uncommon.

In his opinion, smoky opinions are not important.

As long as Brother is willing to give it away, he can achieve what he wants.

Shen Yijue looked at his younger brother, and disappointment passed through his dark and deep eyes again.

What is like?

In fact, he didn't know.

But what he knows is that if you really like a woman, you can never treat her as a plaything.

He said earnestly: "A Chao, the cold smoke is not a plaything that can be given away casually. If you like her, you should ask her for her opinion, and ask if she is willing to go with you."

Shen Yichao has always listened to his brother.

He clasped his hands, holding a glimmer of hope, and slowly looked towards Han Yanliang: "Yanyan..."

Han Yanliang still sat lazily on the windowsill.

The spring rain outside the house had long ceased, and a bright moon came from Dongshan, bright and complete.

The beauty of the ice-muscle jade-bone clothes fluttered, and she was charming like a mysterious girl under the moon, her curled eyelashes cast two shadows, and her curved vermilion lips were arcs of sarcasm.

Listening to Shen Yichao's "smoke", she only felt like a distant world away.

In the Jinguan City, Shen Yichao lived in her Yulouchun for a period of time.

At that time, she really liked this well-known Shen Xiaolang.

She likes to sit by the window every day, smoking while watching him read and write. When she gets excited, she kneels next to him, blows into his ears, and asks what he has written.

Xiao Langjun's running script is very beautiful, but sometimes it is scribbled and she does not recognize it.

At that time, Shen Yichao always had a cold face and said nonchalantly: "What I wrote was naturally poetry, but what else could I write? Do you write lewd songs like Nan Baoyi? High-class family, right? I will look at her stuff."

She giggled and did not argue with him.

She held a wolf pen with a rare good temper: "The young man taught me how to practice good handwriting? I grew up in Tianshu, and I was literate, but I wrote very ugly. Well, you just First teach me to write the words'Little Lang Jun likes cold smoke and cold', okay?"

At that time, Shen Yichao's face was very cold.

He commented sternly: "Frivolous."

Han Yanliang smiled and threw away the wolf's hair, took his neck, and pecked his lips affectionately: "Then do you like me frivolity?"

He didn't speak, but his breathing gradually became thicker.

He silently buckled her back waist and pressed her on the book case...

The night wind slowly.

Han Yanliang played with the Ziluo skirt belt, and thought it over carefully. Shen Yichao had never said that she liked it, and he had never said it even when she was in love with her several times.

She actually wanted to hear him say she liked it.

She couldn't ask for it back then, but now she doesn't care, but he rushed to say.

However, the late liking, the bright moon and epiphany that are not yet tonight, make her even more tempting.

In Shen Yichao's expectant gaze, she slowly jumped off the window sill.

She leaned weakly and bonelessly in Shen Yijue's arms, yawned lazily, and said softly, "General, I'm sleepy, okay? I'm so delicate, so I can't leave at night. Moving."

She has a sweet and fragrant floral fragrance.

The pouting gesture made and babbled again, even if she knew she was acting coquettishly and embarrassing her brother on purpose, Shen Yijue couldn't push her away.

She doesn't care about A Chao anymore.

This recognition made Shen Yijue feel relaxed.

However, he still had an indifferent expression on his face, familiarly he lifted her up, and cast his eyes down at Shen Yichao: "Did you hear?"

Shen Yichao knelt in place.

The back of his hand burst into blue veins, and he lowered his head deeply, his expression unclear.

Holding the cold smoke, Shen Yijue passed by his side and walked straight out of the house: "The spring night is cold, why did you come here without wearing embroidered shoes and socks?"

The girl’s jade-white feet are in mid-air, and her toenails are carefully painted with bright red Dankou, like delicate petals. On her white ankles, she wears a golden chain of peony flowers, which is slender and elegant. Kind of ascetic beauty.

She held the large and complicated skirt in one hand and the man's neck in the other, and said with a smile: "I heard that Xiao Langjun was beaten by someone and was anxious to watch the excitement, so she came in a hurry and didn't care about wearing shoes and socks... Even if you catch the wind and cold, it's worth it."

"Don't laugh at A Chao."

"Hehe."

Their voices faded away.

The candlelight quietly ignited, and the epiphany in the corner has died.

Dark clouds covered the bright moon, and the house was in chaos and darkness.

Regardless of the pain in his knees, Shen Yichao stood up staggeringly, his long lacquer hair hanging down on his cheeks, desperately sweeping away the tea cup and other things, bursting out a beast-like desperate and painful roar.

"The cold smoke is cool... the cold smoke is cool!"

He murmured the name repeatedly, hatred in his red eyes.

...

After half a month, the funeral of the town government was finally over.

In order to give the Manchu civil and military and Xiao Yu an explanation, Shen Jiang put all the charges on Zhao Bing. Zhao Bing was extremely afraid of Shen Jiang, and knew that only Shen Jiang would be able to reverse his case in the future, so he was forced to take everything. Charge.

He and his family more than 400 people were sentenced to 3,000 li exile.

Nan Baoyi was still recuperating at Kunning Palace when she heard the news.

Outside the temple, she wore a loose dress and sat on the couch with her feet up and eating flower cakes.

The flower cakes from the imperial dining room are more delicious than those from elsewhere.

She threw a roll of decree on her hand, which was sent by Empress Shen to give the marriage decree.

Entering the palace to take care of her aftertaste, she said with a dull voice: "Queen Shen messed up the mandarin duck book. If you marry the Fourth Prince, the master will be sad.