In the dining room of the mansion, the elongated Western-style ivory white table is full of two plates of steaks that have just come out of the frying pan, all kinds of Western-style desserts, and cut fruits. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the middle of the dining table, the jade-white vase was filled with pink roses, and on each side of the vase were placed candlesticks with three pillars of candles.

Huang Fuchen came in with Ye Yanran in his arms, and the two neatly dressed servants stepped forward, "Young marshal, eighth aunt, you can dine." ”

Huang Fuchen waved his big hand at the servants, and the two servants hurriedly retreated.

Ye Yanran walked to the dining table, her eyes fell on the dining table with a light color, thoughtful.

Huang Fuchen's military boots fell behind the woman's heels, his arms wrapped around the woman from behind, and his voice was low, "Yan'er, how is it?" Do you like it? Sit down for a meal? ”

Ye Yanran pursed her lips, "Well, you're hungry too, sit down and eat together." ”

When Huang Fuchen heard this, his eyebrows opened a touch of joy, and the corners of his lips smiled, "Okay~~"

Huang Fuchen glanced at the chair with heavy armrests, hurriedly stepped forward, and pulled the chair away with both arms, "Yan'er, come and sit!" ”

Ye Yanran looked at it, a surprise crossed her eyes, she didn't know when this man became so polite, she felt a little funny in her heart, but she didn't show it.

Ye Yanran sat down towards the chair that was pulled out, and Huang Fuchen's eyes fell on the woman's face intently, and he didn't drop his hand for a long time.

Ye Yanran raised her head, looked at Huang Fuchen, and said in a low voice, "Young marshal, you can also go and sit, don't stand, let's eat together." ”

Huang Fuchen listened, his heart was filled with indescribable joy, and the curvature of the corners of his lips became wider and wider, "Okay! ”

Huang Fuchen dropped his palm and was about to walk towards his seat, when he took a step, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and he saw that there were only two seats on such a long and large table, and there was one that was separated by the longest table distance, at the very end of the table.

Huang Fuchen glanced back and forth, and the seat was separated from Ye Yanran by the farthest distance, and his face darkened.

"Someone!" Huang Fuchen fell with a heavy voice.

A servant not far away hurriedly stepped forward, "Young marshal, what do you command?" ”

Huang Fuchen pointed to the seat at the other end of the table with his palm, and said in a displeased voice, "Move that chair over here!" A bunch of waste, Ben Shuai eats a meal, what are you doing so far away! ”

When the servant heard this, he looked a little embarrassed and raised his head, "Young marshal, this is according to the way foreigners eat, this man and woman are placed like this." ”

Huang Fuchen listened, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and his voice fell, "Yangmaozi's rules are sick!" Go! Go and move the chair now! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Young marshal! When the servant heard this, he hurriedly called another servant, picked up the chair, and moved it.

"Put it here!!" Huang Fuchen pointed to the position on Ye Yanran's side.

The servant landed the chair on Ye Yanran's side as pointed out, and then hurriedly retreated to the side.

Ye Yanran looked at the distance that had narrowed all of a sudden, her eyes flickered slightly, and she didn't know how she felt.

Huang Fuchen was about to sit down, his eyes fell on the main seat where Ye Yanran was sitting, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Yan'er, Ben Shuai is the head of the family, right?" Huang Fuchen raised his tone a little, as if he was pointing.

Ye Yanran listened, glanced at the seat with her eyes, and stood up, "I'll change it with you!" ”

Ye Yanran walked towards the chair that was moved, thinking about this man's deep-rooted thoughts, which made people feel a little funny, and he was polite just now.

Huang Fuchen saw the woman sit down and sat down towards the main seat.

Ye Yanran's voice fell lightly, "Young marshal, do you know what it means for foreigners to dine like that?" ”

"What do you mean?" Huang Fuchen reached out and took a bottle of red wine from the table and beckoned to the servant on the side.

Ye Yanran's eyes fell on the bottle of roses on the table, and her voice fell quietly, "No matter when a man and a woman start, they are all equal, sitting with each other, the same situation, the same state of mind, there is a distance, a little clear, a little blurred, you can have your own thoughts." ”

When the words fell, Ye Yanran used an arrogant look to fall on the man's face, staring at the man's eyes with a faint light.

Huang Fuchen was a little inexplicable by the woman's sudden eyes, and frowned slightly, "Yan'er, what do you mean by this, if you secretly think about other men in your heart, Ben Shuai will also let it go?" ”

Ye Yanran listened, and looked at the man with a little amusement, "Young marshal, what Yanran is talking to you about is equality." ”

The servant on the side poured two glasses of red wine for the two of them, and hurriedly retreated to the distance.

When Huang Fuchen heard this, he suddenly became interested, his arms fell, he picked up the wine on the side, lowered his head and sniffed, "Yan'er, then you tell Ben Shuai, what is equality?" ”

Ye Yanran's eyes sank, and she spoke calmly, "Let's not say that all living beings are equal, let's just say that this is equality between men and women." ”

Huang Fuchen lowered his head and drank a large sip of red wine in the goblet, with a look that was not so satisfied.

"Yan'er, do you want to tell Ben Shuai that you respect each other like guests?"

"It's not just about respecting each other." Ye Yanran quickly answered the man's words.

"Oh?" Huang Fuchen was a little funny, and asked rhetorically, "Yan'er, go on!" ”

Ye Yanran paused for a moment, pondered for a moment, looked at the man's eyes, and said in a straight voice, "The equality between men and women, including in thoughts and actions, in addition to loving and being loyal to each other, needs more respect, naturally, this man and woman who love each other can only have one person, a man cannot have three wives and four concubines, and a woman should not be towards Qin Duchu." ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes deepened a little, leaned closer to his head, and his voice was a little probing, "Yan'er, do you want such equality?" ”

Ye Yanran raised her eyebrows, and naturally fell back, "This has always been what I wanted." ”

When Huang Fuchen heard this, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and the next moment, a loud laugh fell on the restaurant, "Hahaha~~Hahaha~~"

Huang Fuchen's laughter was high-pitched and loud, and the servants who retreated to the distance listened to it, and they all raised their heads and secretly looked here.

Ye Yanran listened to this laughter, her heart was a little numb, and her voice was a little colder, "Young marshal, what Yanran said makes you think so funny?" ”

Huang Fuchen stopped laughing, his palm hooked the woman's chin, and his eyes burned, "Yan'er, Ben Shuai has always thought that your pride is disdainful of anything, I can't imagine that your ambition is much greater than Ben Shuai's thoughts, not only Ben Shuai's wife, but also you alone." ”

The color of Ye Yanran's eyes darkened, and she looked at the man's eyes, a little lost, "Young marshal, you still don't understand." "

Ye Yanran lowered her eyes, picked up the knife and fork on the table with both hands, and fell softly, "Young marshal, let's dine, this beef will be hard when it is cold, and the entrance is not good." ”

Seeing this, Huang Fuchen raised the woman's chin again with his palm, unrelenting, and a pair of sharp eagle eyes stared into the woman's eyes, "Could it be that Ben Shuai should not be so requested by you, that you are looking for death?" ”

Ye Yanran hooked her lips and sneered, "Have I mentioned this to you before?" ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes sank, and he thought in his heart, it was indeed not.

Huang Fuchen saw that the woman began to eat, his heart was a little blocked, and he fell out again, "Yan'er, tell me, is this handsome bad for you?" Although it is eight wives, you are still the most favored. ”

Ye Yanran cut a piece of beef elegantly, landed in her mouth, and said in a shallow voice, "Young marshal, you are so good sometimes, but it is not good in your heart." ”

"It's not good from the bottom of my heart!!" Huang Fuchen's voice was a little heavier, and his palms suddenly held the woman's shoulders, "Ye Yanran, then you understand, what do you want?" ”

Ye Yanran's eyes fell sharply on the man's eyes, and she hooked her lips and smiled, "Young marshal, what I want, I made it very clear, you haven't understood." ”

Huang Fuchen's whole mind was confused, his sword eyebrows were deeply locked, and his tone was cold and hard, "Yan'er! Then you can figure it out!! Let's be clear! ”

Ye Yanran dropped the knife and fork in her hand, and her voice was soft, "Young marshal, I died once, since I didn't die, then I will tell you clearly and clearly, I, Ye Yanran, want equality and freedom." ”

Huang Fuchen's face was tense, his copper-colored skin was glowing with a layer of luster, and his resolute lines revealed a somewhat cold and hard demeanor.

Ye Yanran leaned closer to her face, her light and beautiful eyes stared at the man's face, and her voice was a little complicated and charming, "Young marshal, haven't you always wanted my Ye Yanran's heart?" You give me what I want, and I give you what I want. ”

Huang Fuchen's dark brown eyes spread out, and contracted violently, and the corners of his lips opened into a complicated smile, dull, "Hehe~!" ”

The man's palm swept over the woman's neck and approached the thin lips, "Yan'er, you still can't wait, you want the position of Mrs.?" Do you want Ben Shuai to retire all those wives? ”

Ye Yanran's lips were a little white, this blood loss was too much, the blood color had not yet recovered completely, but the light eyes were clear and transparent.

The woman's slender Bai Xi's hand covered the man's chest, and her voice was soft, "Young marshal, I don't know if you've heard of heart-to-heart?" ”

"What does that mean?" Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows were locked again, and the heart covered by the woman beat inexplicably, beating very fast.

The deep eagle eyes flashed with wisps of complicated feelings, entwining his heart, he felt more and more that this woman was in the same form as before, and he didn't recognize it at all, and he understood more and more why Ah Zhuo was so infatuated with this woman back then, even if this woman was lost, he didn't hesitate.

The corners of Ye Yanran's lips raised slightly, and the cold meaning of her eyes spread out again, "Young Marshal, you are so smart when you march and fight, and you are so smart in arranging formations to kill enemies, how can you not understand what I mean?" ”

Huang Fuchen suddenly became anxious, wrapped his arms around the woman's shoulders, and his tone was anxious and a little angry, "Explain it!" Ben Shuai doesn't like to go around in circles! ”

Ye Yanran looked directly into the man's eyes, as if she wanted to stare into the man's eyes, and her voice fell faintly, "Young marshal, if Yanran wants to love you, can you love me?" ”

Huang Fuchen was stunned, and there was an indescribable surge in his heart, the word love was in his consciousness, it was a woman's business, and it had nothing to do with men.

Ye Yanran saw that the man was staring at her for a long time, and did not fall back, and a self-deprecating smile appeared between her eyebrows, which was similar to what she expected in her heart.

Ye Yanran withdrew her hand, reached out and picked up the knife and fork on the table again, breathed a deep sigh of relief in her heart, and the slightly open door of her heart was slowly closing, "Young marshal, let's eat, Yanran just said casually." ”

Huang Fuchen saw the woman's drooping eyes, his heart was full of urgency, and his broad palm grasped Ye Yanran's left hand holding the fork.

"Yan'er, Ben Shuai likes you!"

Ye Yanran's left hand holding the fork trembled slightly, and her heartstrings twitched and quickly sank.

"It's like the young marshal you liked a good dagger in the blacksmith shop, do you like that?" Ye Yanran smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and her words were cold.

Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows were tightly locked more and more, and he nodded stunnedly, "But... So to speak. ”

Ye Yanran lowered her eyes, "The dagger will rust after a long time, and it will be old, so you have to replace it with a new dagger after all." ”

"Yan'er!!" Huang Fuchen's voice was a little heavier, "Are you fighting baht?" Ben Shuai has already said it, I like you!! In this case, Ben Shuai said it for the first time, and he still said to you, Yan'er, you should be content! ”

Ye Yanran hooked her lips and chuckled, her eyes fell on the man's face with a smile, "Young marshal, Yanran is content, thank you for your love, you will like me, let's dine." ”

Ye Yanran withdrew her left hand that was held by the man, continued to cut the beef with her head down, forked it into a piece, and landed in her mouth, her heartstrings were still a little undecided, and the words of the man kept echoing in her ears.

Huang Fuchen saw that the deep lock of his sword eyebrows had not been loosened, he reached out and took the knife and fork on the table, and glanced at Ye Yanran a few times, thoughtfully.

The fork in Huang Fuchen's hand suddenly forked the steak on the plate, lowered his head and took a big bite, bit for a while, looked at the woman on the side, lowered his head, and cut one piece of beef after another very seriously, and fell into his mouth with elegant movements and chewed slowly.

The woman chewed the beef with her small lips, and a pair of small hands as delicate as jade shoots cut the beef on the plate...

Huang Fuchen was unconsciously sucked into his eyes, and just looked at it in a daze.

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