"No need to watch the ceremony!!" A clear female voice came, Ye Yanran wore a plain white cheongsam and a tea-white woolen sweater, and walked down the stairs with a cold and arrogant expression. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Yanran went downstairs and landed on the ground, "Huang Fuchen!" There is no need to set up a banquet, I heard that the first few wives of the Shuai Mansion entered the door with a sedan chair, since I have to abide by the rules, then I will follow the customs of the countryside and follow the rules! ”

Ye Yi listened, suddenly realized, snorted coldly in his heart, almost fell in love with this Huang Fuchen's way, this Yanran married into the Shuai Mansion and became the eighth aunt, how wronged things are, and they have to make a big fuss!

Ye Yi then spoke, "Yes! Young marshal, I don't think there is any need to set up this banquet, if the young marshal has a heart, wait for the day when Yanran becomes a lady, and then set up a banquet! ”

Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, looked at Commander Ye, and wanted to say something, but because of Huang Fuchen's presence, she didn't say anything more, she never thought about becoming Huang Fuchen's wife in her heart.

Huang Fuchen's eyes deepened a little, and he thought for a moment, "Since this is the case, then do as you say!" ”

After the words fell, Huang Fuchen glanced at Ye Yanran, who was standing at the top of the stairs, a few more times, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you invite me to go up to your room to sit down?" ”

Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, and was about to refuse, when Huang Fuchen leaned close to his head, "I have something to tell you, it's about Ah Zhuo." ”

Ye Yanran listened, her eyes were shocked, she flashed in an instant, let her debut, and landed in a cold voice, "Then go to the study." ”

Huang Fuchen sneered and walked upstairs, Ye Yanran saw it, and suddenly became anxious, "The study is downstairs!" ”

Huang Fuchen's leather boots fell on the floor, and his voice was calm, "Go to the study upstairs." ”

Ye Yanran pondered for a moment, Ye Yi on the sofa stood up, looked at Ye Yanran with a solemn expression, Ye Yanran shook her head at Ye Yi, "Dad, it's okay, I'll go talk to him." ”

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In the study, Ye Yanran turned on the light, Huang Fuchen stood in the center of the study, looked around at the study, the bright light shrouded his tall body, and the stars above his head fell like a circle of light, gilding a layer of bright luster.

Ye Yanran's eyes fell on the sofa in the study, and her voice fell lightly, "You can sit down." ”

Huang Fuchen glanced at Ye Yanran behind his back, his deep eagle eyes were shining with a shining luster, and he naturally sat down towards the back chair, leaning on his body, and his eyes fell on Ye Yanran who was standing behind the door.

"Come here!" The man's voice was low.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes, glanced at Huang Fuchen lightly, and did not step forward, "What do you want to talk to me about Ah Zhuo?" Go ahead. ”

Huang Fuchen curled his bony and gorgeous fingers and knocked on the desk in front of him, "Come here, I'll tell you!" ”

Ye Yanran hesitated for a moment, and slowly stepped forward, one step away.

"Closer." The light in Huang Fuchen's eyes brightened a little suddenly, and his voice was faintly eager.

Ye Yanran clenched her fists, looked at the man in front of her, the familiar and hateful face, and moved half a step closer, "Say, what are you... ”

"Ah~~!" Ye Yanran exclaimed, and the man's arm suddenly grabbed the woman's slender arm, bringing the woman into her chest at once.

In the middle of one, Ye Yanran sat on the man's lap, a pair of panicked eyes, facing the man's eagle eyes, and the tip of her heart was cold.

"Huang Fuchen, what are you going to do!" Ye Yanran struggled to stand up.

"Don't move! Do! Huang Fuchen tightly wrapped one arm around the woman's thin waist, and the other arm pressed the woman's leg, resting the woman's split cheongsam, and rushed in, "Do you want to know where Ah Zhuo is now?" ”

Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, "Where?" ”

"In the Overseer's House, locked up in a room, watched!" Huang Fuchen's voice fell in a deep voice, and his palm rubbed the soft white and tender leg of the woman.

Ye Yanran was frozen, her eyes flickering, "Why are you closed?" ”

Huang Fuchen rubbed the woman's legs, suddenly approached his face, his eyes were burning, staring at the woman's phoenix eyes, and his voice was a little bewitching, "Because he doesn't want to marry Miss Jin." ”

"What the hell do you mean?" Ye Yanran was uncomfortable, trying to avoid those rough palms, but she couldn't dodge.

Huang Fuchen hugged the woman's waist and squeezed it heavily, spitting hot air at the root of the woman's ear, "The day Ben Shuai married you was the day Ah Zhuo married Miss Jin!" ”

Ye Yanran listened, her eyes suddenly darkened, remembering that she had tea with Xiangxiang the day before yesterday, and Azhuo's wedding letter, she didn't dare to look at it for a long time, but she didn't expect that it would be the same day.

"Wronged?" Huang Fuchen stopped stroking the woman, his eyes condensed into a sharp light, and looked at the woman in front of him, this face is so delicate and beautiful without powder.

Ye Yanran's heart sank, painful! The pain in the whole heart, digging into his own heart, Azhuo is going to marry a wife, he is going to marry a wife... But the bride is not me...

Ye Yanran's frozen phoenix eyes were filled with tears in an instant, flashing with pain, and her nose was so sour that she wanted to cry bitterly.

Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his fingers lightly lifted the woman's chin, looking at the phoenix eyes shining with tears, smart and beautiful, but full of distressing sadness.

"What are you upset about?"

“。。。” Ye Yanran choked with sour tears in her throat, but she didn't cry, and her whole heart was filled with pain.

Huang Fuchen's gaze sank, and his voice was low, "Are you wronged?" Is the eighth aunt who is too handsome too aggrieved? Is that right? ”

“。。。” There was a brief silence, two strings of crystal clear tears rolled down from the corners of the woman's eyes, and the hot heat burned her cheeks, along the chin, one drop fell on the back of the man's hand.

Huang Fuchen raised the back of his hand, his eyes fell on the tear on the back of his hand, and then turned to the woman's tearful cheeks, and pinched the woman's chin, "Say!" What the hell are you sad about! What to be wronged about! ”

Ye Yanran stared at the light of her eyes, without any response, Ah Zhuo. Azhuo... You're going to marry another woman, grow old with her, and spend your life together! Why isn't the person who is with you me! Why!

The sobbing sound fell softly, Ye Yanran choked and was silent, Huang Fuchen's whole heart became more and more nervous by the woman's crying, and his sword eyebrows were furrowed.

"Is it a grievance to be the eighth aunt of this handsome? Still is... Or is it because of Azhuo? Huang Fuchen asked this sentence, completely unaware that for the first time in his heart, he had a fear in his heart, he was afraid to face such a fact.

Ye Yanran was in tears, her long eyelashes were stained with tears, she trembled one by one, her delicate lips were filled with tears, and she wanted to cry heartbreakingly.

Huang Fuchen couldn't bear it any longer, suddenly held the woman's face with both hands, leaned close to his head, and kissed the woman's tears softly, kissing the woman's tears little by little.

"Aggrieved? Well? Huang Fuchen asked again in a low voice, and he was desperately expecting this woman's answer to be yes.

"Why don't you speak?" Huang Fuchen's cold eyebrows were extremely clear, his pupils shrank and shrank, and his heart tightened without warning, "Don't cry!" Yan'er, Ben Shuai promised you, as long as you give birth to a son for Ben Shuai, you will immediately have a feast, justify your name, become Ben Shuai's wife, and the future will be the Overseer's wife, eh? ”

Ye Yanran's tears fell, and her eyes fell into the distance in a daze, blurring her vision, and she didn't hear the slightest words of Huang Fuchen in her ears.

Blurred vision, she seemed to see the red candle curtain, the candle flame flashing, Huangfu Zhuo in a black satin flower coat, the bride with red makeup sitting on the bed, the man reached out and lifted the woman's red hijab, the bride smiled like a flower, and Huangfu Zhuo hugged the woman into his arms.

"Azhuo... Azhuo... Ye Yanran choked back tears, muttered, and fell into her own thoughts.

Huang Fuchen, who was holding the woman, his whole head was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, he was heavily split, his face suddenly turned black, his eyebrows were dyed with haze, his palms trembled and stiffened, his joints trembled, and the green tendons on the back of his palms floated.

"Ye Yanran!!" Huang Fuchen's eyes were red, he roared angrily, and suddenly picked up the woman on his lap, and swept his big palm quickly towards the desk in front of him.

Huang Fuchen threw the woman's body heavily on the vacant desk, his arms were supported on the woman's sides at once, his head was lowered, a pair of eagle eyes glowed red, staring at the woman's crying expression, suddenly bit the woman's lip and swallowed it in his mouth.

Ye Yanran was bitten and kissed by a man like this, and suddenly cried more and more violently, closed her phoenix eyes, and the sour tears in her throat kept pouring up.

Huang Fuchen suddenly let go of his lips, stared at the woman's closed phoenix eyes, and pinched the woman's thin waist at once, "Open your eyes!" Open it for me!! ”

Ye Yanran twisted her willow eyebrows, and the strength of being pinched by the man's hair opened her moist phoenix eyes, which were dull and dim.

"Show me well!! Who am I! Ye Yanran, you can see clearly, I am Huang Fuchen! It's your husband!! If you marry me, you must respect your husband! You've shown me clearly!! ”

Ye Yanran's tears dissipated, as if she was out of her mind, and she didn't pay any attention.

Huang Fuchen was so angry that he suddenly grabbed the woman's shoulders and lifted her body, leaving the desk a little.

"Ye Yanran, look at Ben Shuai! Hurry up and watch!! ”

Ye Yanran slowly turned her tears away, looked at the man above her head in a daze, hooked her lips and sneered, and moved her lips with tears, "Huang Fuchen. What about looking at you? No matter how you look at it, you're blurry in my eyes. ”

"Really? Hehe! Huang Fuchen smiled coldly, "I will let you know how to be clear!" It's so clear that you can remember! Always remember! ”

Huang Fuchen bit the woman's lip, staring at the pair of pitiful tears, but he was thinking about another man, Huang Fuchen kissed the woman fiercely, the tip of his tongue quickly probed into the woman's mouth, and his teeth touched, wanting to punish this woman who didn't know whether to live or die.

The man's palm quickly scurried into the cheongsam, and the palm of his hand untied the trouser pocket...

The whole body crawled up at once, and the round scalp shoes on the soles of the woman's feet were rubbed to the ground by the man's boots, and the man's thick soles rubbed against the woman's feet.

"Hmm." Ye Yanran was bitten by the man's lip, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and her legs were rudely erected.

Under the bright light, the books placed on the edge of the desk fell one by one, the sturdy rosewood desk creaked, and the sound of the man's body propped up on the woman's sides.

With a "clang", the man's short leather boots fell to the ground, and the white mattress retreated to the man's foot wrap, revealing a pair of long legs covered with lean leg hair, and the red soles of the feet rubbed against the woman's small feet.

Time passed minute by minute, the commander's mansion, downstairs, Ye Yi was smoking a cigarette pouch, and looked upstairs from time to time, this young marshal has not come down for a long time, Ye Yi's face is solemn, and he is thinking about something, this Yanran will marry into the marshal mansion soon, if it is really so, it seems that it is not easy to say.

In the study, the sturdy sandalwood desk made a slight squeak, the light shone on the man's red back, plated with a layer of light, with a thin layer of sweat, a pair of deep eagle eyes, staring at Ye Yanran lying on the desk, the pair of misty phoenix eyes, and the expression of pain twisted willow eyebrows.

"Ye Yanran, what Ben Shuai gave you, you have to bear it!" A cold warning fell, and the creeping body became more and more violent.

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Late at night, the door of the study opened, Huang Fuchen straightened the cotton forging gown, the fragmented hair on his forehead was stained with a little sweat, and he left the study with heavy feet.

Ye Yanran sat up from the desk and gasped softly.

"Hiss~~!" Ye Yanran gasped, her legs slowly came together, her round fingertips rested on the ground, she picked up the bits and pieces of clothes on the ground, put them on one by one, and her eyes were confused and lonely.

Ye Yanran's tears kept falling, and her mind was full of bits and pieces of Huangfu Zhuo and herself... She became more and more annoyed, why didn't she have the courage to leave everything behind and fly away with Ah Zhuo, how good it would be.

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Two days later, the snow was falling and covering the sky in a dense manner.

The Overseer's Mansion, however, was a lively scene, with hundreds of servants busy inside and out, red carpet to the streets outside, all the way to the main hall of the Overseer's Mansion, connected to the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestral tablets.

"I don't want to marry Miss Jin!! I don't want to marry her!! Huang Fuzhuo shouted and was escorted into the car by several soldiers, and the groom's clothes on his body were also forced by the soldiers to change for him.

A series of crackling firecrackers crackled and a sedan chair was carried out of the Overseer's Palace, with a long procession behind it, with the car carrying Huangfu Zhuo at the front.

"Welcome!" A loud voice landed.

The car started slowly, and the sedan chair driver behind him carried the big red sedan chair, the sound of suona, gongs and drums, and the sound of firecrackers breaking through the sky, lined up in two rows, and walked towards the Jin family in a mighty way.

At the gate of the Overseer's Palace, not far away, under a bald persimmon tree, Huang Fuchen watched the distant greeting procession, and the corners of his lips hooked up a deep smile.

At the gate, the guests who came to watch the ceremony have come in an endless stream to congratulate.

At this time, the Overseer's wife, dressed in a rich red hood, stepped forward, "Bochen, what are you looking at here?" ”

Huang Fuchen retracted his gaze and fell back lightly, "This Ah Zhuo welcomes relatives and looks quite smooth." ”

The Overseer's wife looked a little frivolous and complained, "Bo Chen, this Ah Zhuo marries a wife, you are really concerned, you have always been in charge of it, can it not go well!" ”

Mrs. Overseer's words fell, paused, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Bochen, isn't the Shuai Mansion marrying the eighth aunt today, don't you go back early?" ”

Huang Fuchen smiled deeply with his eyes, "This Ye family doesn't want to hold a banquet, there is no need to send invitations, a red sedan chair can welcome Ye Yanran back, why be in a hurry." ”

The Overseer's Lady listened and nodded with satisfaction, "Bochen, you are really different from that Ah Zhuo, for a woman to make him die, saying that for the two days he was imprisoned, he either smashed things or refused to eat, hey, I don't know how Liping gave birth to this child back then." ”

Huang Fuchen didn't have the heart to listen to the old grievances between this woman, and thought in his heart, at this hour, the sedan chair that Adjutant Chen went to the Ye family to marry should be about to arrive, and when he thought that from tonight, that woman would completely become his own woman, at his mercy, and his heart couldn't be more comfortable.

"Bochen, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, let's go inside." The Overseer's wife spoke.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were heavy, and his voice was low, "No, mother, I'll go back to the Shuai Mansion first." ”

The words fell, Huang Fuchen suddenly walked towards the car parked not far away, the Overseer's wife saw it, slightly displeased, and said that she was not in a hurry, she was still in a hurry to go back and hug the new wife, this man, just like the new and hate the old, and the old Overseer's romantic temperament is the same as the inheritance.

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At the gate of the Commander's Mansion, Adjutant Chen's team of soldiers, carrying a sedan chair, waited outside the door against the falling wind and snow, and the seven aunts and wives of this young marshal were all handled by Adjutant Chen.

In the commander's mansion, in the room, in front of the dressing mirror, Ye Yanran was wearing a bright red jacket, a bright red skirt, and a pair of red embroidered shoes.

The maid Rose on the side, with a sad face, both eyes were swollen from crying, because her young lady was not worthy, a woman born like Miss should marry in a beautiful way, but she didn't expect it to fall into such a cold, and there was no even a team to greet her, so a broken sedan chair Rose couldn't help but wipe a handful of tears again.

Ye Yanran's long black hair was coiled up and combed into a gentle bun, and Rose on the side picked up the hairpin in the brocade box and was about to pin it for Ye Yanran.

"Don't wear it!" Ye Yanran reached out and pressed Rose's hand, "You don't have to wear it!" ”

Rose was stunned for a moment, looking at Ye Yanran's black and shiny hair, without any jewelry, falling on Ye Yanran's tender white neck and ears, empty, without any decoration.

Rose frowned and said, "Miss, are you really not wearing it at all?" You are the daughter of the commander's mansion, everyone is beautiful, this marriage, you always have to wear jewelry, those wives in the commander's mansion see it, don't you laugh at the young lady! ”

Ye Yanran smiled bitterly, "If you really want to laugh, let them laugh, what does it mean if you marry a non-person, if you wear it full!" ”

"Miss... Rose's tears filled her eyes again, and she choked up, "Miss, why do you have to be so wronged by yourself, marrying the young marshal as the eighth wife is already wronged enough, and this marriage requires clear soup and noodles, Rose feels uncomfortable. ”

Ye Yanran listened, turned sideways, reached out and took Rose's hand, nesting it in the palm of her hand, "Rose, don't cry, it's not as aggrieved as you say, but you, you want to follow me to marry into the Shuai Mansion, you know my temperament, if you don't fight or grab, those wives and maids in the other courtyard will naturally look down on us, but they have wronged you!" ”

Rose listened and shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, no! Miss, Rose grew up in the Commander's Mansion since she was a child, serving Miss, as long as Miss feels good, Rose will not feel wronged. ”

As the words fell, Rose sobbed again.

Ye Yanran looked at herself in the dressing mirror, with curved willow eyebrows, white skin, clear phoenix eyes, no powder, and looked stunned for a moment.

Rose's hazy tearful eyes also fell in the mirror, and she murmured, "Miss, you are so good-looking, this is not rouge, it is all good-looking." ”

"Woo~~~! If Zhuo Shao marries a young lady, then hold it in the palm of your hand and pet it... Why don't you be wronged and be an eighth aunt? . . As she spoke, Rose burst into tears again, and her body trembled.

Ye Yanran listened, her phoenix eyes instantly moistened, and sourness surged up her throat, and there was a burning pain.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and Adjutant Chen was outside the door, "Eighth aunt, the sedan chair has been waiting downstairs for a long time, don't delay the auspicious time of the worship hall." ”

Rose listened, wiped away her tears at once, and turned her eyes to look at Ye Yanran, "Miss. ”

Ye Yanran stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes slightly, and stood up, "Rose, let's go." ”

Downstairs in the Commander's Mansion, Ye Yi looked solemn, held Ye Yanran's hand, and sighed deeply, "Hey, Yanran, I can't stand you for my father!" ”

Ye Yanran forced out a smile and shook her head, "Dad, don't say that, it's all up to me." ”

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