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Chapter 876 Shen Yichao, what exactly do you want to do?

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    "Why is this king hiding her?"

    Xiao Yi was not angry.

    He knocked on the Buddha table with his fingers, his originally careless expression showing some consideration.

    Nan Baoyi noticed his deep thought, and while feeding Ah Ruo some decoction, he said, "Boss Han is very measured in what he does and cannot leave without reason. General Shen, who sent her the note?"

    Shen Yijue: "A maid said that someone asked her to deliver it on her behalf."

    Nan Baoyi was surprised: "So you don't even know who sent the note, so you can just let Boss Han leave alone? Aren't you afraid that she won't come back?"

    Shen Yijue remained silent.

    He has not restricted Han Yanliang¡¯s freedom for a long time.

    Because he wanted to win the beauty's heart, he pampered her a little.

    In the past, he thought that beauty was like a paper kite in his hand. If he deliberately gave her freedom, she would be able to float in the sky. As long as he tightened the thread, she would be closer to him.

    He controls her as he pleases.

    But now it seems that she was never the one being controlled.

    He Shen Yijue is the kite.

    "Send someone to look for her first." Xiao Yi said solemnly, "I didn't give her any instructions. She left suddenly because something urgent must have happened."

    Xiao Yi and Shen Yijue left the house together.

    A Ruian obediently drank the bowl of medicine, leaned on Nan Baoyi's arms, and said confusedly: "Auntie, will daddy come back tonight? I want to sleep with daddy, but I have never slept with daddy before.  .¡±

    Nan Baoyi touched his face with pity.

    Young men of this age always admire their father.

    She took a peeled sweet tangerine from the fruit plate, put it into Ah Ruan's hand to relieve his pain, and whispered softly: "I don't know, can I sleep with you?"

    Ah Ruo smiled shyly: "No, I'm a woman. I don't sleep with womenotherwise the maids will laugh at me."

    The little man is holding sweet tangerines and speaking in a childish voice, cute and sensible.

    Nan Baoyi stared at the gauze wrapped around his forehead, her heart softer than spring water.

    She personally made Ah Ruo¡¯s bed: ¡°Then I¡¯ll watch over you, and when you fall asleep, I¡¯ll go back to my room, so that our young master can still be very masculine!¡±

    Ah Ruo nodded vigorously.

    He ate the tangerine, rinsed his mouth, and lay down on the bed obediently.

    Her young hands were always holding Nan Baoyi's fingers.

    Staring at Nan Baoyi with black grape-like eyes, Ah Qiang showed a touch of admiration on her face, and whispered: "Mom, let me tell you quietly, although you are not my mother, I still like you very much. Thank you.  Mom allows me to live in Nanfu, and I thank you for not caring about my origin."

    The little guy is sensible and humble, so humble that it makes people feel sad.

    Nan Baoyi tucks the quilt for him gently: "I also like our Ah Ruian very much"

    She blew out several lamps.

    A lamp in the house is as bright as a bean.

    The night outside the window is like splashing ink, quietly covering the mountains, rivers and land. The city gates of ancient Chang'an are towering, and the ancient blue brick road leads far to the distant east. Orange lights are lit at every pass and post road, embellishing the long and cold post road with a different kind of scenery.  Warmth.

    A carriage with long eaves was galloping on the post road.

    The carriage is spacious and lit with several wind lanterns.

    The noble young master in white clothes was holding a beauty who had fainted and was caressing her cheek lovingly: "Yanyan, Yanyan"

    He called softly, one after another as if he was tireless.

    After a long time, the beauty finally woke up with her eyelashes trembling slightly.

    There was a bit of confusion in Xingzi's slightly raised eyes. When he saw Shen Yichao's face, Han Yanliang suddenly woke up and raised his eyebrows coldly: "What do you mean?"

    She received a note, written in the secret language of Tianshu, asking her to leave the house and meet people.

    She never doubted her own people, so she left Nanfu alone. Unexpectedly, she was plotted by dozens of assassins. Unfortunately, she inhaled a large amount of drug. The last thing she saw before she fainted was Shen Yichao's calm face.

    Han Yanliang looked at the hands and feet bound by the chains, and his smile was a bit colder: "I actually forgot that Tianshu's secret words were originally compiled by you yourself when you were in Jinguan City You used the note to lure me out,  He arrested me again, Shen Yichao, what exactly do you want to do? You want to kill me to avoid future troubles, don't you? "

    Shen Yichao always looked calm.

      The slender white fingertips, even with a bit of gentleness, patiently brushed away the messy hair on the girl's forehead, as if she was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable at all.

    He whispered softly: "Where did Yanyan go? I did these things just because I wanted to go back to the past. In the past, you were my woman, and my brother still loved me. Those days are not  Okay? Why should we have trouble with each other?"

    Han Yanliang stared at him.

    Shen Yichao was afraid that he would be stunned by the stimulation.

    She curved her red lips and sneered: "Why, don't you want your famous daughter?"

    Her eyes are so bright, like a mirror that can reflect the filth in the world.

    Shen Yichao avoided her gaze and said in a lower voice: "I didn't know that Wei Chuchu was so unbearable and vulgar in private. I already knew my mistakes. The sage said that knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements. My aunt also often said that knowing your mistakes can greatly improve things.  It was already good if I made a mistake and turned back. Now that I have turned back, isn¡¯t it enough?¡±

    Han Yanliang sat up.

    She fiddled with the strong chains, but couldn't break free, so she laughed out loud.

    She leaned towards Shen Yichao and put her red lips close to his ear: "Shen Xiaolangjun, you are willing to look back, but I am not willing to stand there and wait for you. What I owe you has already been paid off with those fifty lashes. Between you and me  They are like strangers."

    The cold words made Shen Yichao blush instantly.

    "We are like strangers?" He looked directly at Han Yanliang, his chest heaving violently, "Did all those years of friendship only get you to say 'we are strangers' in the end?! Han Yanliang, are you so cruel?!  "

    Han Yanliang laughed angrily at him.

    She was the one who was abandoned, she was the one who was whipped, and in the end, she was the one who was cruel!

    There is really no reason to argue with Shen Chao.

    She didn't bother to argue with him, she leaned on the soft pillow and looked out the window.

    The night wind rolled up the woven flower curtain.

    The moonlight slants down from the sky. Wild trees grow beside the post road, retreating quickly in the field of vision like rugged yakshas. The sound of partridges can be heard from the undulating dark mountains and rivers in the distance, which makes the mountains and fields empty and quiet.

    After a long time, Han Yanliang asked: "Where are you going?"

    "Luoyang."

    Shen Yichao rolled up his sleeves and poured tea, "My aunt sent me to Luoyang to investigate the flood. Then we will live there for a while and have a good relationship. Han Yanliang, I don't believe you don't love me."

    Han Yanliang secretly rolled his eyes.

    She still kept fiddling with the chain, which made a noisy sound, which was very noisy in the night when she was on the road. Shen Yichao couldn't help but frowned, but he was patient and did not blame her.

    It was really noisy. He took out a volume of paperwork with a sullen face and read it silently.

    Han Yanliang leaned against the window. A white and clean embroidered handkerchief quietly floated out from her sleeve and landed on the side of the post road like a butterfly.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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