"Hahaha!!" Huang Fuchen saw the woman's hesitant eyes, muffled his voice, and laughed out loud, with a trace of sadness and bitterness, "Ye Yanran, Ben Shuai can be regarded as seeing through you today!" You're a woman without a heart! It's all in vain to love you and spoil you! Cheap bones! ”

"It's not! No! Ye Yanran shook her head, her eyes flashed excitedly, and she cried in a panic, "I didn't, I didn't drink medicine." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info. ”

"And say no!!" Huang Fuchen was angry, his eyes were so cold, his palm pinched the woman's chin, and he lifted it up, "Early this morning, Ben Shuai asked you what medicine you drank, and lied to Ben Shuai that it was a cold wind!" ”

Huang Fuchen quickly recalled in his mind, and suddenly remembered that he had seen this woman drink medicine openly and openly in the Shuai Mansion several times, and his eyes shrank fiercely.

"It hurts~~!" Ye Yanran snorted, her chin was pinched tighter and tighter by the man's palm, and her phoenix eyes were flustered.

"The more Ben Shuai thinks about this, the more he understands!" Huang Fuchen's voice became colder and colder, "At the beginning, you drank medicine to deceive Ben Shuai, and drank it in front of Ben Shuai, killing our children." ”

"No... Ye Yanran was pinched and frowned painfully, "No, I'm not pregnant yet, how can I get rid of it?" Young marshal, it's not like that! ”

"You know you're not pregnant yet!!" Huang Fuchen roared angrily, his palms fell, his palms wrapped around the woman's shoulders, his expression was excited, and he shook violently, "Before you get pregnant, you will get rid of it, Ye Yanran, you are so ruthless, you don't even give me a little hope Huang Fuchen!" I don't look down on my emperor Fuchen so much! ”

"I... Woo~~" Ye Yanran was speechless, she didn't know how to explain it in a panic, her heart trembled and trembled and sank.

The man's palm pulled the belt and buckled the woman's hands, the movement was cold and hard, and the woman's wrists were bound and fixed on the bed pole behind her, unable to move.

"What are you going to do?" Ye Yanran was nervous, looking at the man's angry face.

The belt between Huang Fuchen's palms shrank tightly, and he said fiercely, "Kill you!" ”

Ye Yanran's eyes trembled, and the man's legs and knees stretched the woman's legs more and more, pulled the clothes on the side, pulled the woman's ankles, and tied them.

"Don't do that!" Ye Yanran was suddenly shocked, her face was blue, and her lips were pale.

A garment strap tied the woman's ankles on one side, ripped it open raw, and tied it to the bedpost of the sandalwood bed.

"Huang Fuchen, can we talk well?" Ye Yanran was anxious, the whole person looked like a prisoner tied up in the air, more like Jesus crucified in the missionary church, unable to move.

A pair of slender white and tender long legs were held up to the extreme so nakedly, and the feeling of humiliation filled the woman's heart.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were as frozen as a cold river, and his waist sank.

"Ahh Ye Yanran frowned, bit her lip in a choked voice, and her eyes were ruddy to the man's dark eyes.

Huang Fuchen propped his arms on the woman's sides, his eyes became more and more cold, staring at the woman's eyes more and more coldly, he didn't bow his head to kiss the woman anywhere, just stared at it, just up and down...

It was estimated that for nearly an hour, the man let out a dull roar, and his sword eyebrows stretched slightly.

Ye Yanran gasped, her cheeks were a little rosy, and her hair was a little sticky.

"But... Can you let me go? Ye Yanran spoke slowly and weakly, her eyes were flowing with a sad color, and her limbs were suspended and fixed, like a catfish on a chopping board, although she was waiting to be humiliated.

Huang Fuchen's face was still tense, his eyebrows swept over the woman under him, snorted coldly, and turned down.

A sticky liquid slipped out, a fishy smell.

Huang Fuchen rolled over, his feet hit the ground, his gaze coldly swept over the woman's moon-like body, and the corners of his lips hooked up a mocking sneer.

Reaching out and pulling the futon on the inside of the bed, it covered the woman's body lightly and heavily.

Ye Yanran saw that the bound limbs moved, but she couldn't move.

"My hands and feet, can you help me loose?" Ye Yanran's eyes were filled with a pleading expression.

Huang Fuchen stood outside the bed, shirtless, slowly dressing his clothes, his gaze falling coldly on the woman's face.

Huang Fuchen said coldly, "Just stay like this, don't let go, Ben Shuai will still use you tonight!" ”

After the words fell, Huang Fuchen pulled the military coat on the side, draped it on his body, stepped on the wooden drag, and walked outside.

"No, no, no! Huang Fuchen! You're back! You can't do this to me! You can't do this to me! Ye Yanran cried anxiously.

Huang Fuchen walked farther and farther, his tense face, his red eagle eyes were dyed with a layer of crystal luster, and his wide palm pushed open the door and closed the door again.

The room is silent.

"Woo~~!" Ye Yanran's heart was completely cold, and she choked and sobbed, "Why, why don't you believe me... ”

The lights in the room faded and the vision was hazy.

The red candle lantern on the side of the bed reflected the woman's smooth cheeks, the covered futon, and the shape of the legs under the futon.

A thick liquid slowly overflows.

Inside the wine room.

"Bang", the sound of the wine jar smashing.

Huang Fuchen drank two large bowls of old wine again, and his strong and tall body lay on the couch paved with tiger skin, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, hanging on the side of the couch.

A wine-smoked face that couldn't be more red, squinted his eyes slightly, sprayed with wine, and muttered, "Ye Yanran!" You ruthless woman ... My Emperor Fuchen let you not take it to heart like this... ”

"A ruthless woman, get rid of Ben Shuai's son. I like you so much ... Got rid of our son ... ”

Huang Fuchen's slightly narrowed eyes widened in vain, and the porcelain bowl in his palm fell out with a 'bang'.

"Bang dang~~" There was a fragmented sound, and the porcelain bowl hit the wall not far away, falling on the ground with broken porcelain pieces and scattering wine.

Huang Fuchen spread out his arms and lay on the couch, laughing bitterly to himself, "Hahaha~~!" What a! Since I don't know how good this handsome is, why should I be good to you... ”

A moment later ...

The man's heavy snoring fell...

。。。。。

The next day it was dawn, and the morning sun was slightly dewed.

A glimmer of light appeared on the eastern horizon.

At the gate of the ink garden, two carriages stopped.

In front of the carriage, Li Yuping, the wife of the Overseer, walked down from above, and in the back of the carriage, Zhu Bilian hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Mother, be careful!" I'm holding you! ”

Mrs. Overseer held Zhu Bilian's hand and stood at the steps of the gate, looking up at the plaque of the ink garden, a little elegant and a little simple.

"This is another mansion of the young marshal in Qizhou?" The Overseer's wife spoke in a deep voice.

"That's right! Mother, Zhuo Shao and Zhuo Shao's grandmother lived here for a short time, Bilian has been here, and she knows this place. Zhu Bilian hurriedly retreated.

The Overseer's wife looked a little displeased, "This Bochen really feels sorry for that old man, this foreigner's mansion is a place, this is another place, even the backyard of the handsome mansion has to repair a courtyard alone for that little practitioner!" I'm really confused! ”

Zhu Bilian on the side listened, smiled, and cautiously answered, "Mother~~, the key is that the eighth has always given the young marshal a look at it, Bilian saw it, and felt sorry for the young marshal, as soon as the eighth saw Zhuo Shao, he suddenly became excited, you don't know, the eighth secretly escaped with Zhuo Shao a few times behind the young marshal's back. ”

"Is there such a thing?" The Overseer's face was shocked.

"Yes!" Zhu Bilian nodded again and again, "This time I escaped, I was caught by the bandits, I heard that she also went up the mountain to be the bandits' wife, fortunately, the young marshal went to save her with a soldier cannon... Another time I ran on horseback. ”

The Overseer's wife tightened her grip on the handkerchief in her hand as she listened, and she lifted her stride and walked quickly inside.

"Mother, slow down!" Zhu Bilian saw the angry appearance of the Overseer's wife, and the corners of her lips hooked up a sinister smile.

This just bypassed the front yard and came to the wing room in the backyard, across the corridor, several maids hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Zhu Bilian, "Third aunt! ”

"This is the Overseer's wife, the young marshal's mother!" Zhu Bilian hurriedly opened her mouth to help the Overseer's wife, and the group of maids who followed behind her glanced at the maids.

When the maids of the Ink Garden heard this, they were all startled, and hurriedly saluted the Overseer's wife, "Greetings to the Overseer's wife!" ”

"That's it! Your young marshal and eighth aunt are still resting in the house? Li Yuping, the wife of the Overseer, asked.

The maid listened and thought for a moment, "Madame Overseer, the young marshal rested in the wine room last night, and I just went over to clean up. ”

When the Overseer's wife heard this, she felt a little relieved in her heart, thinking that this Bochen was not too confused, and if such a big thing happened, if she continued to hurt Ye Yanran casually, she couldn't say anything.

"What about Aunt Eight?" The Overseer's wife asked, a fierce glint in her eye.

"Aunt Eight is resting in the main room, and it is estimated that she hasn't gotten up yet." The maid bowed her head and fell back.

"Let's go! Check it out! The Overseer's wife hurried forward, followed by a group of maids and maids.

。。。。。

At the door of the main wing, the door is pushed open.

A group of people stepped into the chamber in small steps.

At the front, Zhu Bilian walked towards the inner room with the Overseer's wife in her arms, followed by a few maids.

In the haze, Ye Yanran felt the sound and movement, and slowly opened her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, Ye Yanran was startled, Mrs. Overseer, Zhu Bilian, the people in this room, what's going on?

The Overseer's Lady glanced at Ye Yanran on the bed, and her voice was sharp, "What?" People who make mistakes, still sleep in the sun? This is so lazy to be a woman! I really don't know where I learned this upbringing! ”

"That's it!" Zhu Bilian hurriedly stepped forward and spoke to the Overseer's wife, "Mother, do you know, Bilian has been in Qizhou for so many days, this old man has pestered the young marshal to sleep until noon every morning, and this breakfast and lunch are used in her yard, and the young marshal will not go to the barracks until noon." ”

"Ridiculous!!" The Overseer's wife shouted loudly, and her eyes fell on Ye Yanran, who was still lying motionless on the bed, and scolded sharply, "What? Are you still lying down and don't know how to get up? ”

"That's right! Old eight! Get up and say hello to your mother, at least if you make a mistake, you should also serve tea to make amends! Zhu Bilian hurriedly added fuel and vinegar, for fear that she would not say enough.

Ye Yanran's face froze crampedly, blue and white, the bound limbs couldn't move, her eyes flickered in a panic, and she moved her lips, "I... ”

"What are you!! Old eight! Get up! Zhu Bilian hurriedly stepped forward and urged in a sharp voice.

"I..." Ye Yanran spit out her voice, but she was trembling, her eyes were rolling with tears, and her entire Chiluo's delicate body was hidden under the futon, and she felt chills.

"Why don't you dare to get up! It's against you! The Overseer's wife was furious.

Zhu Bilian's eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw that something seemed to be wrong, so she hurriedly stepped forward.

"Don't!!" Ye Yanran shouted loudly.

Zhu Bilian didn't say a word, and lifted the futon covering Ye Yanran's body with one hand...

"This..." Zhu Bilian saw it, her eyes widened.

The Overseer's wife stood a little behind, startled.

Under the bedding, the naked woman, covered with kiss marks, became denser and denser, and was stripped naked more than when she was about to take the vows.

Between a pair of stretched legs, a pool of thick liquid fell...

"Woo~~!" Ye Yanran suddenly whimpered and cried, and brushed her cheeks away in shame.

Seeing this, the Overseer's wife frowned suddenly, turned her face, and said to Zhu Bilian, "Go and cover it!" ”

Zhu Bilian listened, looked at Ye Yanran who was sobbing on the bed, a coldness crossed her eyes, and hurriedly said to the Overseer's wife, "Mother, what are you doing with the cover?" The eighth has done so many things that can't live in the young marshal.,It's supposed to be hung like this.。。。 ”

Ye Yanran, who was on the bed, heard this, and clenched her hands tightly...

Every aunt and wife of Huang Fuchen can't wait to cut themselves and fall into the well, why is this Zhu Bilian?

At this moment, the voice of the maid was remembered outside the door, "Young marshal!" Greetings to you! ”

When Huang Fuchen heard the report from his subordinates, he rushed from the wine room in a hurry, and saw a group of maids and women gathered around the room.

"Get out! Get out of here! Huang Fuchen stepped forward angrily, shook off the surrounding maids with his palms, and shouted loudly, and the maids hurriedly retreated.

Huang Fuchen threw himself on the bed, and when he saw the teary-eyed woman on the bed, his heartstrings twitched, and he hurriedly pulled the futon and covered the woman's body.

When Zhu Bilian saw Huang Fuchen coming, she immediately didn't dare to make another attempt, and secretly took a step back.

"Bochen, my mother came this time, and I happened to have something to discuss with you." The Overseer's wife stepped forward and looked at her son's appearance of reaching out and gently touching Ye Yanran's tears, and her heart was very unhappy.

Huang Fuchen glanced at the back, did not turn around, his eyes fell on Ye Yanran's empty tears, stretched out his hand and stroked gently, very distressed, very hateful!

"Mother, go to the living room and wait, Bochen has something to deal with here!" Huang Fuchen said coldly.

"You!" The Overseer's wife was angry when she heard this, "Mother wants to tell you the right thing!" You don't care about this practice for now! ”

Huang Fuchen still touched the woman's face with his palm, and his clear eyebrows stirred up a trace of pain, and the tangled and uncomfortable filled his heart.

"Mother, you go to the living room and wait for a while, Bochen settles her down, and I'll talk to you!"

Hearing this, the Overseer's wife became more and more angry, and stepped forward, "Bochen, is it the mother who is important or this practice is important?!" ”

Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows tightened, and he turned his eyes to look at the Overseer's wife, "Mother, her name is Ye Yanran, she is Bochen's eighth aunt, don't call her a practitioner!" ”

"Bochen! You! Once again, the Overseer's wife was enraged, and raised her handkerchief and pointed at Huang Fuchen.

"Mother! Don't be angry! Zhu Bilian hurriedly stepped forward to support the Overseer's wife.

The Overseer's wife looked at Ye Yanran lying on the bed, and then at Huang Fuchen with a tense face, looked left and right, and pointed, "Bochen! She treats you like this, and you still don't let your mother say a word about her? ”

Huang Fuchen was a little impatient, and stood up suddenly, his voice cold, "Mother! Bochen is annoyed enough! Can you go to the living room and wait a while? ”

Seeing this, the Overseer's wife covered her heart with her palm, stroked it up and down, and held her forehead slightly, "Okay, okay!" Mother will wait for you in the living room! Waiting for you! ”

The Overseer's wife left angrily, but Zhu Bilian hurriedly supported her, and left angrily.

Until there was silence in the room.

On the bed, the tears in Ye Yanran's eyes were still gurgling.

Huang Fuchen's face tightened forward, lifted the quilt corners, and untied the belt that bound the woman's limbs, the clothes belt...

"Does it hurt?" Huang Fuchen's gaze fell gloomily on the woman's wrist that was strangled with a red mark, and he reached out and stroked it gently.

Ye Yanran closed her eyes and just shed tears quietly.

"Yan'er, Ben Shuai drank too much last night... Huang Fuchen suddenly spoke, and most of last night's anger disappeared at this moment.

Ye Yanran just closed her eyes, and her drooping eyes were full of tears.

-End of Chapter-