Zhao Feng stepped forward, looked at Ye Yanran, and said softly, "Sister, who are you?" Young marshal, he made out with you just now? ”

Ye Yanran listened, her face darkened, and she spat out the words lightly, "No." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ。 ”

"But I look like..." Zhao Feng spoke with a bit of vinegar.

Ye Yanran stood up, "Let's go to dinner, let's talk about something while eating." ”

A moment later, in the dining room, Ye Yanran and Zhao Feng had dinner.

Zhao Feng sandwiched a piece of chicken and landed in Ye Yanran's rice bowl, looking a little flattering, "Sister Yanran, this night, the young marshal will still go to your house, right?" ”

Ye Yanran was eating, stopped her chopsticks, raised her eyes lightly, and looked at Zhao Feng, "You can let him go to your house." ”

Zhao Feng listened, the corners of his lips twitched twice, "Sister, aren't you joking?" My sister seems to be more able to please the young marshal.,I've been married to the young marshal for a few days.,But the face you see can be counted on your fingers.,This day of the same room is even more of a slap in the face.。。。 ”

Zhao Feng said, his whole expression was sad, very aggrieved, and pointed to the scar on the back of his neck, "Look at the wound on my neck, just because I wore the necklace you gave me, the young marshal ripped it off in front of me, I knew it was so, I didn't want my sister's necklace, it really hurts." ”

Ye Yanran listened, quickly stood up, walked around behind Zhao Feng, looked at the wound bandaged under Zhao Feng's bun, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?" This wound was bandaged by a doctor? ”

Zhao Feng nodded slowly, "The pain is over, it's just that it hurts, it's so good to say, I can take off the necklace and just tear it off." Woo. ”

Zhao Feng sobbed as he spoke, pulled the handkerchief on the placket, and kept wiping his tears.

Ye Yanran saw it, her eyes sank slightly, and she opened her lips lightly, "Don't cry, I'll help you with medicine tomorrow, but tonight I have a way to improve the relationship between you and the young marshal." ”

"What's the method?" Zhao Feng raised his eyes suddenly and asked anxiously.

Ye Yanran pondered for a moment, "Later, you go to my room to rest, I'll go to your room to rest." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Feng opened his mouth in astonishment, looking at the woman in front of him, which was completely unexpected, and he became more and more sure in his heart, this eighth aunt has no feelings for Huang Fuchen, and it seems that she is another woman who was forcibly snatched.

"Don't be surprised, I'm already tired today and don't want to be tossed anymore." Ye Yanran fell back faintly.

"But..." Zhao Feng hesitated for a moment, "But even if we change rooms, we are different women, the young marshal sees me, will he want me?" ”

"Why not?" Ye Yanran blurted out and looked at Zhao Feng in front of her, "Didn't he touch you when you married Huang Fuchen?" ”

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked at Ye Yanran in front of him incredulously, "How dare you call the young marshal by his name?" ”

Ye Yanran looked embarrassed, and lowered her eyes slightly, "It's a quick time to speak. ”

Zhao Feng looked at Ye Yanran in front of him suspiciously, and slowly spoke, "Sister, when I first married the young marshal, the young marshal still entered my room a few times, and said that he wanted me to give birth to a son for him, but after that, somehow, the young marshal never entered my room again." ”

Zhao Feng said while reminiscing, looking at Ye Yanran in front of him, he was suddenly stunned, "Yes, sister, I remember that it seems that after you came to the house for a family banquet, the young marshal never touched me again, should you and the young marshal be at that time.。?" ”

Ye Yanran listened and shook her head again and again, "No, not at that time." ”

Ye Yanran fell back to this sentence, her heart was empty, and after recalling that family banquet, Huang Fuchen explained her thoughts to herself.

"Sister, what are you thinking so distracted about?" Zhao Feng on the side leaned closer to his cheek and looked at Ye Yanran's reaction.

"Nope. It's nothing.. Ye Yanran came back to her senses, a little uncomfortable.

"By the way, Sister Yanran, there's one more thing I have always wanted to ask you." Zhao Feng spoke again.

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Feng leaned close to his cheek, looked a little shy, and asked in a low voice, "That... When you were in the same room with the young marshal, did he kiss you? ”

Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, thinking in her heart, why do you ask such a question, every time this Huang Fuchen does that, he gnaws and kisses, and his mouth is about to be bitten, like a crazy wolf

Zhao Feng raised his eyes again, blinked, and signaled, "Is it the kind of mouth kissing?" Yes? ”

Ye Yanran was stunned, thinking in her heart how this seventh aunt could ask about such a boudoir, and she didn't know how to answer for a while.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but complain, "Hey, the young marshal is really a strange man, when he was in the same room, he didn't kiss me, once, I couldn't help but want to kiss him, and the young marshal pushed people away, he would just keep doing that." ”

When Ye Yanran heard this, she was stunned again, thinking in her heart, she seemed to have heard Huang Fuchen's brute say that he never kissed women, so that he should not be ignorant.

Thinking about it like this, Ye Yanran instantly understood, no wonder, Huang Fuchen really took himself seriously, and thought that all women liked him.

Ye Yanran immediately fell back, "He didn't kiss me either. ”

Ye Yanran replied against her will, suddenly remembered something in her heart, turned around suddenly, and grabbed Zhao Feng's hand, "Then I will ask you something too." ”

Zhao Feng was stunned, "What's the matter?" Sister, please speak. ”

Ye Yanran was silent for a moment, her cheeks flushed, she bit her lip, and said in a low voice, "That... Before that he had a round room with you, and at night he would ... Yes... Will.. ”

"What will it be? Sister, you said! Zhao Feng was made more and more anxious by Ye Yanran's distracted appearance.

Ye Yanran's cheeks burned red to the root of her ears, and she finally mustered up her courage, "Will you be tossed all night without stopping?" ”

When Zhao Feng heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, and his cheeks were also a little shy, "Sister Yanran, look at what you asked, our young marshal is not iron-clad, why didn't he stop all night, but it can be regarded as very fierce. "

Zhao Feng said as he spoke, his voice was quiet, and he smiled very shyly, "I remember the candle night in the cave room with the young marshal, he was still a big girl with yellow flowers, he didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all, although it was only rectified, but it made people look bad when they walked the next day... Oops, let's talk about it. It's so embarrassing. ”

Zhao Feng suddenly covered his cheek with his hand.

Ye Yanran listened, her willow eyebrows tightened suddenly, and she cursed in her heart, Huang Fuchen, you brute, what do you mean! Why do you want to die to yourself! Could it be that he just wanted to kill himself? Insult yourself like a brute every time! Still is... Or does he hate Acho so much?

Ye Yanran thought of this, a pair of small hands were clenched tightly with anger, and her cheeks, which were originally shy and red, were flushed with anger at the moment.

After a period of silence, Zhao Feng finally dropped the hand covering his face, and looked sideways at Ye Yanran, "Sister Yanran, you seem to be angry, what's wrong?" ”

Ye Yanran came back to her senses and looked at Zhao Feng, "You go to my house at night, I'll go to your house, if you think it's inappropriate, just turn off the lights." ”

Zhao Feng listened, his eyes kept rolling, as if he was thinking, and suddenly held Ye Yanran's hand, "Yanran, thank you so much, I just saw you, and I think you have a good face." ”

The corners of Ye Yanran's lips twitched twice, her smile was a little dry, and she thought in her heart, it was best to get rid of Huang Fuchen, she just wanted to be clean, but she couldn't get rid of this disgusting man.

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In the dead of night, Huang Fuchen dropped a topographic map of Wuhu Town in his hand in the study, and had already calculated in his heart which piece was the most suitable to trap Jin Sihan, so as not to give him a chance to escape.

Soon, Huang Fuchen hurriedly used the supper again and pushed open the door of the study.

Outside the threshold, Huang Fuchen raised his head, his deep gaze fell on the sky, that round of clear half moon, there was no snow tonight, and the moonlight was extraordinarily white and white, sprinkled in the entire Qizhou City.

"Young marshal, it's getting late, you've been busy all day, it's time to go back and rest!" Adjutant Chen stepped forward and reminded.

Huang Fuchen retracted his gaze, and then remembered Ye Yanran, who hadn't been taught a good lesson just now, that damn pride!

"Hmm!" Huang Fuchen snorted heavily, and behind his back, he walked quickly towards Ye Yanran's house.

Adjutant Chen, who was behind him, couldn't help but smile when he saw the direction Huang Fuchen left, and said to himself, "The young marshal seems to be getting more and more interested in the eighth aunt. ”

The young marshal's mansion in Qizhou City, because it is a temporary residence, is not as large as Zhaoyang, and the courtyard is secluded, but it is also a high-walled mansion surrounded by a long corridor.

This Ye Yanran's wing room and Zhao Feng are separated by two quiet corridors.

The sound of Huangfuchen's leather boots fell above the silent corridor on the ground, and the air echoed.

The leather boots landed in front of the door, and the man's broad, thick palm pushed the door open.

There was a "squeak", and the sound of the door opening was transmitted into the inner room.

Inside, it was dark, and the light of the moon was shining from the window.

On the bed, Zhao Feng was only wearing a big red embroidered belly pocket, quietly waiting for the man to approach.

Huang Fuchen walked in with a heavy foot, saw that the lights were out in a room, quiet, and closed the door.

Huang Fuchen's footsteps were calm and walked into the inner room step by step, his eyes fell on the figure on the bed with his back on his side deeply, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smile of interest.

Zhao Feng turned his back and listened to the sound of the man untying his clothes behind him, and his heart was excited.

In an instant, Huang Fuchen was in a hurry to strip himself clean, his wide feet pulled out his big leather boots, his sturdy body was naked close to the bed, and his palms touched the futon, and his delicate figure inside.

"Yan'er? Slept? Huang Fuchen asked softly.

Zhao Feng listened to Ye Yanran's name, and there was an indescribable jealousy in his heart, but he didn't say a word.

"Hehe~~" Huang Fuchen smiled lowly, his whole body was still on the bed, he lifted the futon, and a hot and delicate ball approached Huang Fuchen's chest.

Huang Fuchen sniffed an inexplicable smell, and suddenly frowned, and his ink-black pupils emitted a cold light.

"You're not Yan'er?" Huang Fuchen lifted the woman on the bed all of a sudden, and pinched the woman's chin with his palm, "Who!" ”

"Oops! Young marshal, it's me, I'm Xiaofeng, it hurts! Zhao Feng snorted in pain.

Huang Fuchen's eyebrows darkened suddenly, and he suddenly let go of Zhao Feng's chin and pushed her away.

"Get out of here!" Huang Fuchen shouted angrily, turned over and got out of bed, picked up the robe on the ground, and put it on at will.

Turned on the lights on the side, and the lights instantly filled the room.

On the bed, Zhao Feng wore a big red belly pocket lined with snow-white skin, and his face was full of tears of grievance, "Young marshal. I... ”

Huang Fuchen was wearing an ice-blue robe tied casually, staring at Zhao Feng with cold eyes, and shouted angrily, "Say! Why are you in this room, this is on the east side, your room is on the west side. ”

Zhao Feng shrunk his shoulders timidly, "Young marshal, yes... It was Sister Yanran who said that she was too tired to serve you, the young marshal, so, I thought... ”

"You think! You think! You don't have the qualifications yet! Huang Fuchen interrupted angrily, strode forward, lifted the woman's body, and looked shocked.

"Say! What about Ye Yanran? Where did she go?! Huang Fuchen was inexplicably anxious in his heart, with an indescribable sense of frustration.

Zhao Feng trembled, her lips trembled, "She... She rested in my room, saying that she was exchanging with me. ”

"Humph!" Huang Fuchen let go of his palm, pushed Zhao Feng away, pointed at Zhao Feng with his palm, and counted sharply, "You listen to me, without the permission of the handsome, you are not allowed to make any more claims!" Do you hear me?! ”

"I hear you! Hear me! Young marshal, Zhao Feng must understand that he doesn't dare to assert himself anymore. Zhao Feng kept nodding.

Huang Fuchen's chest was bulging with anger, and he didn't bother to put on his clothes again, but he wore the thin ice blue robe, kicked open the door of the outhouse, and left quickly.

Zhao Feng saw the man's distant back, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't care about wiping his tears, his eyes quickly fell on the screen on the side, and the clothes that the man hadn't remembered to put on before he came.

Zhao Feng climbed out of bed all of a sudden, didn't care about just a thin big red belly pocket, reached out and rummaged in the pile of men's clothes, and one after another of clothes trembled in her hands.

-End of Chapter-