Chapter 292: The Mountain Is Not the Mountain, and the Water Is Not the Water
Inside the nurse's room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Ye Yanran was holding Hanhan to breastfeed, this Li Nurse's face was not well bitten by a wasp, she didn't dare to feed Hanhan these days, and another nurse hugged Chengcheng to feed.
"Granny Li, I really want to thank you for this incident, fortunately, you are quick to protect Xiao Hanhan, and it is this child who will not be offended." Ye Yanran opened her mouth to thank you.
Granny Li was packing up the child's clothes, and while cleaning up, she smiled and said, "Madame is polite, I have rough skin and thick meat, it's not a big deal to be stung, it's okay to get better with medicine, this milk doll can't do it, this hurts, it's going to be tossed." ā
Ye Yanran smiled, and there was a knock on the door.
"Yan'er, are you alright?" Huang Fuchen stood outside the door, because there was a nurse inside, and the uncles avoided it, so he was waiting outside.
Ye Yanran looked at it and was about to say something.
At this time, Adjutant Chen's shout fell from outside the door, "Dashuai! Handsome! There is important news to announce. ā
Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he dropped his palm to knock on the door, "What's wrong?" ā
"The person who copied the handwriting and impersonated had eyebrows!" Adjutant Chen fell anxiously.
When Huang Fuchen heard this, he hurriedly went down the steps with Adjutant Chen and walked into the courtyard.
"Say!"
"Handsome! I accidentally met Grandma Zhuo Shao just now, she happened to know Mr. Hu, and she happened to say one thing, that is, Jin Yuqiu can copy handwriting! And I heard Zhuo Shao's grandmother say that Jin Yuqiu copied a good handwriting! ā
Huang Fuchen's face was gloomy, and his head kept thinking about more than a year ago, when he was in Qizhou Shuaifu, after his grandmother and mother came, Jin Yuqiu also came soon...
"Dashuai, it just so happened that Mr. Hu said that this copying should be a woman, and Jin Yuqiu can copy handwriting, such a coincidence! Therefore, he dared to guess, could it be that Jin Yuqiu tampered with the military order? Adjutant Chen spoke again.
Huang Fuchen's palms were clenched, his face was gloomy, and his cold and angry voice fell, "You immediately send someone to the Jin Mansion and bring Jin Yuqiu!" ā
When Adjutant Chen heard this, his mouth twitched in an instant, "Dashuai, have you forgotten?" Yesterday, you and your wife went to the Jin Mansion to ask for Xiao Yixia, and the Jin family said that Jin Yuqiu had been sent away. ā
Huang Fuchen heard this, and instantly came to his senses, but he didn't care about the crazy woman and didn't care about it.
"Then go and inquire, where is this crazy woman sent?" Huang Fuchen said in a deep voice.
"Yes! Handsome! Adjutant Chen retreated.
Huang Fuchen's eyes sank, and he kept thinking in his heart, this Huang Fuzhuo is Jin Xueli's husband and Jin Yuqiu's brother-in-law, what is the benefit of killing her brother-in-law to her Jin Yuqiu?
Huang Fuchen knows one thing very well in his heart, everyone does one thing, whether it is good or bad, he has his purpose, what is the purpose of this Jin Yuqiu's motive?
Huang Fuchen thought about it carefully, as soon as the news of Huang Fuzhuo's death came, everyone mistakenly thought that it was my Huang Fuchen who killed his own brother.
Even my Yan'er thinks so.
Yan'er's shot said that she wanted to seek justice for Huangfu Zhuo! But it also allowed Yan'er to be imprisoned in Beiyuan...
Huangfu Chenzai carefully recalled what happened a year ago, and in an instant, everything seemed to have an explanation.
"Good for you, Jin Yuqiu!" Huang Fuchen let out a roar of rage, kicked the lotus jar on the side, and the water tilted to the ground.
Huang Fuchen was very annoyed in his heart, if he knew this, he should have taken Jin Yuqiu off earlier, if it wasn't for the fact that she gave birth to Yixia...
The more Huang Fuchen thinks about it now, the more angry he becomes, he and Yan'er have been separated for more than a year for no reason, and the culprit is her!
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At night.
In the wing room, Ye Yanran sat in front of the dresser to comb her long hair, and looked at the newly exchanged dresser for a while.
"Yan'er." Huang Fuchen didn't know when he appeared behind him, and his arms wrapped around the woman's thin waist.
Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said in a panic, "Huang Fuchen!" Not here! ā
When Huang Fuchen heard this, his dark brown eagle eyes spread out like a little star, and he smiled dumbly, "Handsome Yan'er, where do you want to go?" Well? ā
Ye Yanran dropped the wooden comb, stood up, the man's arms came over, hugged the woman's thin waist, reached out and quickly pulled it open, and penetrated.
The thick palm of the hand covered and kneaded the woman's snow-white bare belly.
"Don't do that." Ye Yanran wrinkled her brows, lowered her head, and the two of them stood.
There is a big difference in height between this woman and the man, and the woman's head is lying on the man's heart, and she clearly feels that the flexible palms are acting recklessly under her.
The man's other palm covered the woman's bulging delicate body, and his thin lips spit out bewitchment, "Yan'er, there is a famous poem, the mountain is not high, there is a fairy, the water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual!"
"This mountain is not another mountain, this water is not another water... Huang Fuchen means that the ground falls.
"Ben Shuai likes your mountains and your water." Huang Fuchen's voice became more and more hoarse and burning, the gas between his noses was so hot, the man's palm was a little closer, and he hugged the woman's thin waist tightly.
Ye Yanran buried her head, she was not a fool, and said shyly, "The poems of the great poet Liu Yuxi have been defiled by you like this, Huang Fuchen, you are simply... It's unreasonable! ā
Ye Yanran stretched out her hand to push the man away, but she was dragged into his arms by him.
"Yan'er, do you know what it means that water is not deep and there is a dragon and a spirit?"
Ye Yanran raised her eyes, her cheeks were still flushed with red clouds, staring at the man, her voice was shallow, "It means that the water doesn't have to be deep, and if there is a dragon, it will become a supernatural water." ā
"Yes!" Huang Fuchen hugged the woman and walked towards the bed inside, and a voice fell above his head, "Actually, it can be understood in this way." ā
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Ye Yanran's cheeks instantly turned red, and she clenched her fist and smashed it towards Huang Fuchen, "You shameless!" ā
"Hahaha~~~" Huang Fuchen's hearty voice fell.
Ye Yanran was held by a man and put on the bed.
The man's body was just about to climb up, but when he was caught off guard, Ye Yanran suddenly kicked over.
"Ah~!" Huang Fuchen snorted, knelt on the edge of the bed on his knees, and wrinkled his eyebrows in pain, "Yan'er, what are you doing!" ā
Ye Yanran glared at the man angrily, and said calmly, "Tomorrow is grandma's birthday, there are a lot of people coming, I have to get up early in the morning and go to the banquet of busy guests in the back kitchen, don't touch me tonight!" I want to get some rest. ā
When Huang Fuchen heard this, he stretched out his hand to cover his lower body, and the haze stained his eyebrows, "Yan'er, even if you don't want to, don't kick me like this!" This all hurts the point. ā
Ye Yanran glanced at it with a faint look, and saw that the man was strong and still climbed the bed.
"Do you look like someone who will be hurt? I don't think you can kill you with a stone. Ye Yanran had already moved into the bed, pulled the thin quilt, and turned sideways.
Huang Fuchen was made unhappy by the woman's words, and stepped forward, his palm fell on the woman's arm.
"Yan'er, in your eyes, my Emperor Fuchen is so not afraid of injury?"
"Isn't it?" Ye Yanran tilted her head slightly and glanced at the man, "Then do you think you look like a person who is easily injured?" ā
"Yan'er, I told you all day, you always make me feel pain here. You say so! I'm feeling bad here again. ā
Huang Fuchen stretched out his hand and took the woman's hand and pressed it to his heart, "Yan'er, why can't you care more about me, don't think of me Huang Fuchen as invulnerable?" ā
Ye Yanran was silent for a while, looked at the man's pair of thick black sword eyebrows, raised her hand and landed on the man's heart, and her voice softened.
"Huang Fuchen, does it hurt here?" Ye Yanran asked casually.
"Hmm." Huang Fuchen took Ye Yanran's hand down again and pressed it.
"Yan'er, it also hurts here, you kicked me just now, it hurts here now." Huang Fuchen's voice became softer and softer.
Ye Yanran stared at the man's expression, looking as if he was very aggrieved, and instantly felt a little funny in his heart.
"You rub it? Well? Huang Fuchen lowered his head, leaned closer to his face, and got closer and closer to his body.
Ye Yanran watched the man's more and more aggressive movements, and raised his foot and kicked again.
"Yan'er, what are you doing!" Huang Fuchen was quick this time, and hurriedly caught the woman's feet, hugged the white and tender little feet in his arms, and stared at the woman in the bed with burning eyes.
"Huang Fuchen! You're not done! I'm going to rest! Ye Yanran spit out bitterness angrily, "Since I came back, you don't let me sleep with Han Han Chengcheng, don't you let me sleep this night?" ā
Huang Fuchen grabbed the woman's feet, rubbed them in his arms, opened the corners of his lips, and smiled, "Didn't I let you rest?" Let you rest tonight, you said I can disagree? ā
Ye Yanran listened, lowered her eyes slightly and pondered for a while, trying hard to pull out the foot that was held by the man.
"You let go!"
Ye Yanran tried hard to pull out her foot, but was tightly wrapped in her arms by the man.
Huang Fuchen's eyes were as hot as a cheetah in the jungle, staring directly at Ye Yanran, "Yan'er, you are very dishonest with this foot, you always kick me, how can you not punish me!" ā