There was a light red on Hanyan's face, as if she was shy, but it also made her look tender and weak. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Thinking of the beautiful feelings of last night, Yan Hongyang's love for Hanyan in his heart is like a river, he Yan Hongyang is nearly fifty years old, and there will be such a glamorous blessing, which really makes him have endless aftertaste, and he is still unfinished.

If it weren't for the fact that Han Yan had to accept the tea ceremony today and announce her status in the mansion, he wouldn't have stopped so easily last night.

At this moment, there was another person whose eyes were fixed on Han Yan's face.

In Yan Hongyang's eyes, he was shy and weak, and he couldn't help but be weak.

fell in Yan Tianyou's eyes, but it was sad in his eyes, and he was forced to smile.

Yan Tianyou felt that his heart was about to break.

His fists were clenched tightly, his face was pale, and his lips trembled slightly, but because of Yan Hongyang's accumulated power, he still didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

As for Yan Tianci, he naturally took in all of Yan Tianyou's expressions, and he secretly thought in his heart: Fool, make trouble, make trouble, why don't you make trouble?

Yesterday, he wanted to stop Yan Tianyou from making trouble, because there were many guests yesterday, but if there was a small movement, it would inevitably spread out immediately, and Yan Mansion would become the laughing stock of others. But now there is only his own family, and Yan Tianyou is making trouble, which will only make his father even more dislike Yan Tianyou, but it has no impact on himself, and it has no impact on Yan Mansion.

But seeing that Yan Tianyou was trembling even if he couldn't bear it, he didn't dare to rush out, and he scolded in his heart: Bad seed!

Yan Wanshu wanted to make trouble, but Yan Hongyang seemed to guess what she was going to do, and as soon as her eyes swept away, Yan Wanshu didn't dare to move.

Yan Xiong saw that the situation was strange here, so he hurriedly waved his hand, and the people brought the teacups up.

This tea ceremony also has to come according to the identity, so Yan Xiong directly wanted to take the tea to Zhang Xueyun.

Although according to the normal identity, the concubine may not have the high status of the concubine's children, but this concubine is different, firstly, she was originally the main chamber, and secondly, the two young masters and a young lady present were all born to her.

Looking at the cup of tea, Zhang Xueyun looked at Yan Hongyang with some grievances.

How can she say that she used to be in the main room, and now she is asked to give a little girl a piece of tea, what face does she have?

But Yan Hongyang's eyes were not far from the cold smoke at this time, and the gaze was so gentle that it seemed to be dripping water, and it was obvious that he wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Xueyun was really hateful and angry.

Yan Xiong saw that she didn't answer, so he had to remind: "Husband...... Aunt Zhang!"

This salutation almost made Zhang Xueyun turn her back on her anger, Yanxiong, who used to respectfully call her Mrs., now calls her aunt. Yan Xiong didn't call it wrong, it was her identity that was wrong.

Yan Tianci said in a low voice: "Mother!"

Zhang Xueyun came back to her senses, she knew that she didn't want to respect today's tea. Don't expect Yan Hongyang to stand up for her and avoid this humiliation.

But she will keep this embarrassment in her heart, and in the future, she will pay back the little--man tenfold.

She was very aggrieved and helpless and reached out to serve tea.

However, before the tea could be handed to Zhang Xueyun, a chuckle came from outside, and said, "I'm not too late, right?"

With this chuckle, the woman in the white cloud and smoke light shirt walked into the hall lightly, her appearance was charming, her smile was shallow, and the ornaments on her head were simple, only a white jade beaded jade hairpin was inserted obliquely in the hair, and the green silk was more and more like ink, and the skin was more and more like snow.