Outside the gate of the Young Marshal's Mansion, Ye Yanhai rode a horse and held a horse with the other hand, waiting for Ye Yanran to come out, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart, until he saw Ye Yanran coming out alone, and breathed a sigh of relief. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Yanran was still shocked, her whole face was very pale and weak, and the night was dim, and Ye Yanhai didn't notice it.

"Yanran, it's out, okay? Is the wine sober up a little? Ye Yanhai asked with concern.

Ye Yanran came back to her senses, shook her head slowly, turned over and got on the horse, her face was solemn, she always felt that Huang Fuchen, a man, was not like a man who would be easily rejected and could be so good at giving up.

The two rode all the way back to the General's Mansion, led the horse into the mansion, and threw the horse to the servant who stepped forward, Ye Yanran turned around and was about to go to the wing.

"Yanran!" Ye Yanhai stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, "You have been sullen all the way, did the young marshal go out and tell you something?" ”

Ye Yanran listened, her eyes were slightly gloomy, a panic flashed, and her lips moved, "No, the young marshal didn't say anything, just said something about Ah Zhuo." ”

Although Ye Yanhai was a little skeptical when he listened, he still didn't ask, Ye Yanran said goodbye and walked towards his wing.

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In the Young Marshal's Mansion, in the main wing, Zhao Feng was waiting for Huang Fuchen to change his clothes.

When the pants fell off and fell to the man's wrap, Huang Fuchen didn't pull his foot out of the trouser tube for a long time, Zhao Feng paused slightly, looked up at the cold face, the man's eyes looked straight ahead, as if he was thinking about something.

"Young marshal?" Zhao Feng called out cautiously.

Huang Fuchen didn't react, his deep eagle eyes, dark brown pupils bloomed with a cold light, and the scene of Ye Yanran's rejection of her came to mind, so decisive, without a trace of hesitation.

"A woman who doesn't know whether to live or die!!" Huang Fuchen suddenly shouted coldly, his hands gurgling, and his face was cold.

When Zhao Feng heard this, his face turned pale with fright in an instant, his whole body trembled, and his legs fell to his knees at once, "Young marshal. What did the concubine do wrong? Ask the young marshal to calm his anger! ”

Huang Fuchen was interrupted from his thoughts, came back to his senses, and looked at the woman kneeling at his feet, trembling, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Get up!" Ben Shuai didn't mean you. ”

The next moment, Huang Fuchen's legs pulled out the fallen trouser tubes, and walked towards the bed, Zhao Feng understood, breathed a deep sigh of relief, slowly got up and walked to the bed, stood on the edge of the bed, reached out and began to unbutton the placket, Huang Fuchen dragged his arms behind his head, glanced at Zhao Feng's actions, and landed in a deep voice, "Don't take it off, rest." ”

Zhao Feng listened, was stunned, blew out the candle on the side, and lay down, Zhao Feng secretly glanced at the man beside him, his heart was beating in a panic, as if he was expecting something, but there was no movement for a long time.

This night, Huang Fuchen didn't touch Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng couldn't say what he felt in his heart, he was a little lost, but he comforted himself that the swelling pain under his body was not good, so he should take a rest.

In the dark night, Huang Fuchen's dark pupils were shining, and thoughts were flying in his mind, for so many years, his head was full of bullets and bullets, waving his army to the north, the vast territory, and at this moment, that woman actually appeared in his mind, whether she was still worried about tonight's events, and whether she would avoid it.