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Under the pomegranate tree.
Han Yanliang picked up the tea cup and found that the tea was all gone.
She got up and went to the kitchen to get refreshments.
Stepping into the kitchen, Shen Yichao followed in as soon as he set up the stove and boiled hot water.
He leaned against the door.
The spring sun came through the window, and the beauty's long-sleeved skirt was trailing to the floor. She was holding a light green cattail fan in her hand, methodically fanning the charcoal fire in the stove more vigorously. Her eyelashes danced on her white cheeks, and her slightly upturned apricot eyes were still charming. Merry.
As he watched, many past memories came to mind.
Han Yanliang is the leader of Tianshu. She seems to be pampered, charming and noble, but she is by no means a lazy woman.
When he fell ill and had a fever in Jinguan City, she took care of him personally, as diligently as she cooked tea for her brother.
She was always a good woman.
It¡¯s a pity that he didn¡¯t take it seriously at that time.
At that time, he only cared about her humble background, and he couldn't see her goodness at all.
¡°I never expected that she would be the illegitimate daughter of the Luoyang Prefect.
Shen Yichao sat on the low ridge in the kitchen and quietly watched Han Yanliang cooking tea.
The beauty had wide and light sleeves. As she fanned herself, what he smelled was not the smell of coke, but the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms.
Han Yanliang chuckled softly: "Young man is far away from the kitchen. Is this a place like the kitchen that Mr. Shen Xiaolang should come to? Your hair is not dry yet, let's go for a walk in the sun."
The implication is not to disturb her here.
Shen Yichao whispered: "A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. It does not mean that he cannot enter the kitchen, but that he should not kill animals. You quoted it wrong."
Han Yanliang was speechless for a while.
Did Shen Yichao come here specifically to make her angry?
She put down the cattail leaf fan, poked the stove with iron tongs, and sneered: "I come from various religions, so naturally I don't read as much as Mr. Shen Xiaolang. Although I can only recognize a few words, there is really no need for Mr. Shen to laugh at me."
Shen Yichao: "I'm not laughing at you, I'm just telling the truth."
Han Yanliang took a deep breath and had the urge to smash the kettle on his face.
With a dark face, she stabbed the stove hard with iron pliers, causing countless sparks and charcoal to fly.
Shen Yichao choked and coughed a few times, then lowered his eyes and curved his thin lips: "I know you don't like me now. In fact, you still hate me a little. I also admit that in the past, it was all my own fault. The two of us Seventy percent of the fault lies with me."
Han Yanliang originally didn't want to mention the past to him anymore, but seeing that he insisted on mentioning it and classified his mistakes so clearly, she couldn't help but laughed angrily: "Shen Xiaolangjun, you mean that there are still three points that are my fault? I don't know what my fault is. where?"
"The mistake is that you don't know your origin." Shen Yichao analyzed it seriously, "If you knew that you were the daughter of the Luoyang Prefect, then it would not be impossible for me to marry you. How could we end up in this situation?"
Han Yanliang turned his head.
She clenched her fists and beat her chest hard.
Shen Yi was so wet that her chest felt tight!
"Yanyan," Shen Yichao handed her a bowl of tea, staring at her twisted little face, and said in a particularly good voice, "I want to pursue you again. This time, I am still the husband of the Shen family, and you, you don't Then there¡¯s Han Yanliang from Yulouchun. You are the eldest lady of the Yin family and the daughter of the prefect of Luoyang. Yanyan, please give me one last chance, okay?"
Han Yanliang took the tea bowl.
She poured all the bowl of tea on Shen Yichao's head.
She raised her red lips and spoke clearly: "Get out."
The amber tea rolled down Shen Yichao's cheeks, dyeing his white clothes brown.
Tea leaves poured all over his head, staining his freshly washed hair.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and after a long time, he suddenly raised his voice: "Han Yan Liang!"
Han Yanliang provoked: "What?"
Shen Yichao suddenly grabbed her hand and kissed her lips regardless.
"Shen Yichao!"
Han Yanliang exclaimed.
During the struggle, someone kicked over the stove, and the hot pot of water was poured all over the floor. Red charcoal fire was scattered everywhere. Shen Yichao stepped on the tea leaves, slipped, and fell onto the charcoal fire in embarrassment!
The cold smoke cools the eyes and quickens the hands.
She grabbed Shen Yichao's wrist, put her other hand around his waist, held him and spun him around in the air for half a circle, and finally fell heavily on the charcoal fire.
Shen Yichao lay on her body and looked at her blankly: "Yan, Yanyan?"
The sound of burning skin and flesh was shocking.
Han Yanliang, with a pretty face as white as snow, suddenly pushed Shen Yichao away and jumped neatly into the large water tank in the corner of the kitchen.
Shen Yichao was stunned for a long time before turning around and running towards the water tank: "Yanyan!"
The ecstasy of being lost and found surged out from within.
Han Yanliang must still like him, otherwise, how could she risk her life to protect him? !
At the door of the kitchen, Xiao Yi and others heard the sound and came over.
They all saw the scene where Han Yanliang protected Shen Yichao.
The atmosphere is weird.
Nan Baoyi glanced at Shen Yijue secretly.
The already sinister general's expression became even darker. The scar under his left eye was ferocious and twisted. His hands hanging in his sleeves were clenched into fists. Nan Baoyi could even clearly detect his body that was as tense as a bowstring.
She looked at Shen Yichao again.
He was lying on the edge of the water tank, calling Boss Han by his nickname, sounding concerned and loving.
A new love and an old love, but they are still brothers.
This is really
The Shura Field.
She was about to ask the maid to call the doctor to relieve the tense atmosphere, but Shen Yijue suddenly strode away expressionlessly, as if he was going to kill someone to vent his anger.
Nan Baoyi didn't dare to express his anger and looked at Xiao Yi tentatively.
Xiao Yi smiled lazily, leaned over and whispered to her: "Jiaojiao, please don't worry about it."
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He said he didn¡¯t need to worry about it, but Nan Baoyi couldn¡¯t let Han Yanliang go.
Privately, she doesn¡¯t want Boss Han to be involved with Shen Yichao anymore.
She came to the wing with tea in her arms. Boss Han's wound had been bandaged properly. He had a red skirt tied around his waist and circles of gauze wrapped around his upper body. He did not wear a blouse, and his collarbone and waist were exposed in the tent, making him particularly charming. enchanting.
She sat back on the bed. She didn¡¯t know where she got the pipe, and she didn¡¯t know how long she had been smoking. There was already a layer of cigarette ash on the floor.
Looking up and seeing her coming in, she praised, "We Nan Jiaojiao still have the heart to come and visit me."
Nan Baoyi put down the tray with a worried face.
She took Han Yanliang's pipe and whispered: "General Shen is angry. He hasn't seen anyone all afternoon. Boss Han, who do you fall in love with? Since you have broken up with Shen Yichao, why do you still protect him? ?You didn¡¯t see at that time that General Shen¡¯s face turned dark!¡±
Han Yanliang tilted his head.
She couldn't smoke, so she ate melon seeds. As she ate, she said: "Actually, I didn't think too much at the time, I just did it subconsciously. It would be the same for anyone else, even if it was a little girl I didn't know, I would do it." Make the same choice. This has nothing to do with love, it is just the instinct of the strong."
Nan Baoyi stared into her eyes: "You really don't like Shen Yichao?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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