"Brother, please help me and Han Yanliang!"

Chen Yijue's face was cage in the shadow, and his hands hanging on his legs were quietly clasped.

No joy or anger can be seen.

"Brother!"

Chen Jianchao continued to plead.

Chen Yijue whispered: "Do you like her?"

"like!"

Chen Yichao answered decisively.

He raised his head and stared at the cold smoke, his dark eyes were filled with affection, the tenderness that had never been revealed in the past.

He said warmly: "In the past, I was blinded by the concept of family background. I only knew what noble and lowly are, but I didn't know what I like. Now I have suddenly realized that I just want to ask my brother to give me a chance to start over. Brother, I like Han Yanliang, I want to be with her."

The moonlight shines through the room, and the green bamboo floor is crystal clear and white.

The little husband of the Shen family is sad and sincere.

Chen Jianzhu turned the Adam's apple, and the scar under the left eye was extremely ferocious.

He endured it again and again, thinking about his younger brother's cute and intelligent attitude when he was young, thinking about his love for his younger brother over the years, and his anger was full of anger, and finally he was a little patient.

He looked expressionless: "The premise of fulfillment is to be in love with each other. You beg for a new beginning, but you shouldn't beg me. A Chao, you should ask her if she wants it."

Chen Chao said silently.

Now that things have come to this point, how can he have the right to ask Han Yanliang?

He whispered: "She is my brother's maid, I can make the decision to give her to me..."

The Dayong nobles like to raise beauties and have good friendships. They will also give each other concubines, a beautiful concubine, and may even serve three or five masters. This is not a rare thing.

In his opinion, Han Yanliang's opinion was not important.

As long as my brother is willing to give it to him, he can achieve his wish.

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

What is like?

Actually, he didn't know either.

But what he knew was that it would never be possible to treat a woman as a toy.

He said seriously: "Achao, cold smoke is not a toy that can be given to people at will. If you like her, you should ask her about her opinions and ask her if she is willing to go with you."

Chen Yichao has always listened to his brother's words.

He held his hands tightly, held a glimmer of expectations, and slowly looked at Han Yanliang: "Yan Yan..."

The cold smoke still sat lazily on the windowsill.

The spring rain outside the house has already stopped, and a bright moon emerges from the East Mountain, bright and perfect.

The beauty's ice-skinned and jade-bone-wearing clothes flew, as charming as a mysterious woman under the moon. Her curled eyelashes cast two shadows, and her curved red lips were sarcastic curves.

She listened to the "smoke" of the sun, and felt as if it was a different world.

In Jinguan City, Chen Yichao lived in her Yulouchun for a while.

At that time, she liked this Chen Xiaolangjun who was very knowledgeable about the past and the present.

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

Xiao Langjun’s running script is very beautiful, but sometimes she doesn’t recognize her when she writes it in a sloppy manner.

At that time, the Shenchao always had a cold face and said coldly: "What I wrote is naturally poetry, songs, otherwise what else could I write? Do you write about the obscene lyrics and erotic songs like Nan Baoyi? The best family will not look at her things."

She laughed and didn't argue with him.

She held the wolf-teared pen and had a rare good temper: "The little man taught me how to practice beautiful good handwriting? I grew up in Tianshu since I was a child. I read literacy, but I wrote very ugly. Well, let's teach me to write the words "The little man likes cold smoke and cold" first, okay?"

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

He commented with a stern face: "Friendly."

Han Yanliang smiled and threw away the wolf's hair, held his neck, and pecked his lips affectionately: "Do you like me frivolous?"

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

He silently grabbed her back and pressed her on the desk...

The night wind is gentle.

Han Yanliang played with the purple skirt and tied it up, thinking about it carefully, Chen Yichao never said he liked her, and he had never said it even when he was in love several times.

Back then, she actually wanted to hear him like it.

He asked for it but couldn't get it, but now she doesn't care anymore, so he rushed to say it.

However, her late love is not as exciting as the bright moon and the flashes of cereus tonight.

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

She leaned weakly and bonelessly in Shen Yijue's arms, yawned lazily, and said softly: "General, I'm sleepy, can I carry someone back to the house? I'm so delicate that I can't walk at night."

She is filled with a sweet and fragrant floral fragrance.

Her pouting posture was both decent and coquettish. Even though she knew she was acting coquettishly on purpose and embarrassing her brother, Chen Yiyue could not push her away.

She no longer cared about Achao.

This perception made Chen Jingji feel relaxed.

However, there was still a faint expression on his face. He picked her up with familiarity, lowered his eyes and glanced at Chen Yichao: "Did you hear it?"

Chen Yichao knelt on the spot.

The blue veins swelled up on the back of his hand, and he lowered his head deeply, unable to see clearly.

Chen Yijue hugged Han Yanliang, passed by his side, and walked straight outside the house: "The spring night is cold, why did you come here without wearing embroidered shoes and socks?"

The girl's jade-white feet were placed in the air, and the bright red danke was carefully painted on her toenails, like delicate petals, and her fair ankles were wearing golden chains of peony beads, which were slender and elegant, depicting a bit of ascetic beauty.

She held the wide and complex skirt with one hand and the man's neck with the other, and her voice was smiling: "I heard that the young man was beaten and was anxious to watch the fun, so she came in a hurry and didn't care about wearing shoes and socks... I watched it happily tonight, even if it was infected with the cold, it was worth it."

"No jokes are allowed."

"whee."

Their voices gradually faded away.

The candlelight burned quietly, and the flashes of cereus in the corner had withered.

The dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and the house was filled with chaotic darkness.

Chen Yichao stood up staggeringly regardless of the pain in his knees. His long painted hair fell on his cheeks. He swept away teacups and other objects desperately, and burst out with a desperate and painful roar like a beast.

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

He murmured the name repeatedly, his red eyes full of hatred.

...

Half a month later, the funeral at the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion was finally completed.

In order to give an explanation to the civil and military officials of the court and Xiao Yu, Chen Jiang pushed all the charges to Zhao Bing. Zhao Bing was very afraid of Chen Jiang and knew that the only one who could overturn the case for him in the future was Chen Jiang, so he was forced to take all the charges.

He and his family were sentenced to exile for 3,000 miles.

When Nan Baoyi learned the news, she was still recovering from Kunning Palace.

It was raining outside the hall, and she wore a loose regular dress and sat on the couch with her feet raised to eat flower cakes.

The flower cakes delivered from the imperial kitchen are more delicious than those elsewhere.

She threw a volume of imperial decree at her hand, which was the imperial decree sent by Queen Chen.
Chapter completed!