Murong raised her hand and took off the wedding crown, her eyes were full of obsession and admiration for Wanyang, she took off her wedding dress, only her middle coat was left, and gently climbed into bed.

"Brother Wanyang, Rong'er will change your clothes for you."

The slender jade hand put on Wan Yang's shoulder, and Murong reached out to the placket of Wan Yang's chest, and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

Wan Yang turned over and pressed Murong under him, and the wine bottle in his hand was thrown to the ground, and the splashed wine wet the red futon on the bed, and the color darkened.

Murong looked up at Wan Yang's resolute chin, his hands propped on his broad chest, his eyes were misty, and his mouth was muttering.

"Brother Wanyang......"

Wan Yang, who was in a trance, heard the sound he wanted to hear, he reached out and touched it, and his rough palm rubbed against Murong's face.

"Mu Qian ......"

Hearing this name, Murong Rong, who was immersed in Wanyang's gentle touch, suddenly opened his eyes, and the resentment in his heart grew like grass.

"Brother Wanyang, take a look clearly, I'm Rong'er."

"Rong'er ......"

Murong climbed up to Wan Yang's neck with satisfaction, his thin red lips gently fell on Wan Yang's neck, and the middle coat on his body gradually slipped off his shoulders, revealing his round and white shoulders.

Wan Yang was shocked, and an evil fire rushed to his lower abdomen, and the red curtain on the bed was scattered, and only two figures with lingering necks were vaguely seen.

The two people guarding outside the door couldn't help but blush when they listened to the sound coming from inside, and there was a shaking that was louder and louder.

A ray of sunlight shone on Wan Yang's eyes in the early morning, his long eyelashes fanned uneasily a few times, his closed eyes blinked, and he woke up from his sleep.

"Uh......"

Wan Yang turned his head and turned over, the tip of his nose just met Murong's lips, he was excited, his body bounced up from the bed, and there were still a few marks on his strong chest.

"Folding! You come in! ”

After a long time, Wan Yang still didn't wait for Zhe Xuan to come in, so he had to carry his clothes and get out of bed with a gentle movement.

Murong, who was woken up, rubbed his eyes, just saw Wan Yang's sturdy back, his face couldn't help but be shy, and he screamed softly: "Brother Wan Yang, you got up so early?"

Wan Yang, who was about to get dressed, stiffened his back, and then nodded: "Well, I can't sleep."

Murong sat up with her arms propped up, the soreness on her body made her can't help but cry out in pain, Wan Yang heard the sound and hurriedly looked back, but coldly saw the red handkerchief on the bed.

"What's wrong with you?" Wan Yang turned his head to look at the door, his subordinates dressed in a panic.

"It's fine, it's just a little painful."

Picking up the middle coat on the side and draping it on his body, Murong lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked in front of Wan Yang.

"Brother Wanyang, I'll help you get dressed."

"No need, I'll do it myself."

Wan Yang lowered his head and took the clothes from Murong's hand, caught a glimpse of the kiss mark on her neck out of the corner of his eye, frowned, and had some doubts in his heart, what happened to him last night.

"Brother Wanyang, we have to go to say hello this morning."

"Well, you get dressed, let's go and say hello to our parents first."

There was a flash of worry in Murong's eyes, and a row of tooth marks were left on his bloodless lips.

"Brother Wanyang, what clothes should I wear?"

"Be generous, it's my wife after all."

When the two of them finally freshened up and dressed up, it was half an hour later, and a little maid hung her head at the door and waited for the two to come out, and led the couple to the hall.

The layout of the courtyards of Wanfu and Mufu is almost the same, but there are also a few pots of fake trees and plants in their hall, which are particularly eye-catching in this cold winter.

Wan Guogong and the mother of the Wan family were already sitting in the hall, just waiting for Wan Yang and Murong to come and greet them.

The housewife on the left was quite dissatisfied with Murong, turned her head and asked, "Master, that Murong is also a lady, why is there such a thing?"

Wan Guogong's face was pale, and his weather-beaten face was solemn, he was not optimistic about Murong, but she should never have done such an immoral thing on the wedding day.

"I'll talk about it when Yang'er brings her."

The mistress didn't say anything more, her eyes were fixed on the door of the hall, she would never allow anyone, no matter who it was, to threaten her position.

Murong thought about how to deal with it on the way here, but she still couldn't help but worry in her heart, she was afraid that if her Wanyang brother didn't want her.

"Father, mother, I brought Rong'er to say goodbye."

"Okay."

A subordinate walked up to Murong with a plate and stretched out the two cups of tea on the plate to Murong's eyes.

"Young lady, please."

Murong glanced at Wan Yang beside him, reached out and grabbed a cup of tea, and walked towards Wan Guogong with elegant and decent steps.

"Father, you drink tea."

Wan Guogong stroked his beard and refused to take the hot tea in Murong's hand, Murong bent over, the teacup in his hand swayed, and the hot temperature from the tips of his fingers made Murong almost unable to hold it.

"Father, please have tea."

"Murong, it is said that women must have three obedience and four virtues."

Murong nodded: "That's what my father said."

Wan Guogong continued: "A woman should be a good husband and child at home, and don't think about messy things."

"Yes."

The mistress took the opportunity to speak: "I don't know what happened yesterday to make this city a sensation?"

"Mother, yesterday's incident was a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Then you can make it clear! ”

Murong looked up hurriedly, the teacup in his hand was not held steady, and fell on the carpet, the tea spilled on the ground, and the tea splashed on the feet of the Duke of Wanguo.

"Father, father, it's not hot, is it?" Murong squatted down and hurriedly wiped the water stains on the upper of Wanguo Gong's shoes, and his heart was panicked.

"Okay, today you go back and think about it behind closed doors, you can't come out without my permission."

Murong wiped his hand for a moment, and said astringently: "Yes, father."

"Yang'er, take Murong back to the room, and I will send someone to deliver the meal."

Wan Yang kept watching below, and the back of another person appeared in his mind, until he heard the instructions of the master of the Wan family, and then he came back to his senses.

"Yes."

"Rong'er, let's go."

Wan Yang took a few steps forward, pulled Murong up from the ground, and took Murong out of the hall without even looking back.

"Brother Wanyang...... I...... I didn't mean to......"

"I know, let's go back to the room first."

Murong was held by Wan Yang's wrist, and walked behind step by step, and the grievances of being scolded in her heart also dissipated a lot, she only wanted a Wan Yang.

"Brother Wanyang, let's have breakfast together."

"Okay."

Wan Yang is almost responsive to Murong now, no matter what Murong says, he will say yes.

The lord in the hall slapped the table angrily, the hairpin on his head was shaking, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction: "Master, just let that Murong stay in our Wanfu?"

"After all, there is the Ye family, how can I talk about this."

"I knew that I should have taught that Murong well today!"

A hint of shrewdness flashed in Wan Guogong's eyes: "That lady, why don't you teach her well?"

Between the waves of the master's eyes, she said with great charm: "Okay."

The subordinates in the Mu Mansion all stood trembling in the courtyard, and Ye Shi stood in front of the crowd with a whip, and his cruel gaze swept over everyone's faces.

"Tell me, one by one, where did that handkerchief come from?"

The whole courtyard was silent, no one dared to speak, and the timid ones were even weaker in their legs, and their bodies were shaking.

Ye's gaze fell on Xia Mei, and the whip in his hand pointed: "Xia Mei, you have been following Rong'er, you say!"

"Madam, the slave doesn't know."

"You don't know? You don't know who knows! ”

With a wave of the whip, a blood mark appeared on Xia Mei's arm, and Ye Shi made a gesture to wave the whip in his hand, and Xia Mei knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Madame! I say...... I said......"

Ye Shi said coldly: "If there is a lie, I will peel your skin!"

"Yes, ma'am, the slave doesn't dare."

"Everyone else goes down."

"Yes......"

"Yes......"

Ye glanced at Aunt Liu, who turned around, and said in a cold tone: "Aunt Liu, you also stay."

"Yes, ma'am."

Aunt Liu stood beside Ye with her eyes down, thinking about how to block Xia Mei's mouth, she couldn't let Xia Mei get in the way of her revenge with the eldest lady.

"Say it!" Ye Shi said sharply to Xia Mei, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Madam, the second lady went out to buy it."

Aunt Liu didn't know that Xia Mei was already a grasshopper on a rope with her, and thought that the handkerchief was really bought by Murong herself.

Ye Shi frowned when he heard this: "Is this true?"

Xia Mei's head almost fell to the ground: "Madame, you can go to Bichun Hall to ask for yourself."

"Aunt Liu, you go to Bichun Hall."

"Yes."

With such a great opportunity, Aunt Liu naturally wanted to help Xia Mei, and she had to let Na Murong sit on the name of a slut this time.

"Xia Mei, you just kneel for me until Aunt Liu comes back!"

Xia Mei was prostrate, and her voice came from below: "Yes, madam."

In the cold winter of Layue, there was still a strong wind, Ye Shi was alone holding the hand warmer and sitting comfortably in the room, Xia Mei kept kneeling in place, crawling and not moving.

Aunt Liu hurried back from outside, and muttered, "Madam, the old slave has inquired."

Ye Shi looked at Aunt Liu, whose face was flushed, knowing that she had run all the way back, and his tone couldn't help but soften: "Aunt Liu, what did you hear?"

"Old slave...... The old slave went to Nabi Chuntang, and the proprietress also said that it was indeed the second lady who went to buy it. ”

"Then the proprietress of Bichun Hall has seen Rong'er?"

Aunt Liu chuckled in her heart, Ye is really the same, every time she grasps the key point in one fell swoop, thousands of thoughts are flying in her head, thinking of a satisfactory statement.

"The old slave asked, and the proprietress said that the second lady was wearing Mufu's waist card that day, so she recognized it, but she didn't say anything."

Ye Shi was puzzled: "Waist card? Rong'er has always disliked going out with a waist card, why did she take it out that time? ”

Aunt Liu said again: "The proprietress said that she accidentally saw the Mufu waist card, and it was the second lady who fell out of her arms."

"Rong'er's problem of losing everything still can't be changed, Aunt Liu, you go and send some hush money to the proprietress."

"Yes."

"Xia Mei, you go out." Ye rubbed his temples rather tiredly, and closed his eyes slightly.

Xia Mei straightened up, leaned over and bowed again: "Mrs. Xie."

Ye Shi waved his hand behind him: "Go, help me go to Bichun Hall again."

"Yes."