"I never liked it."

Wei Chuchu smiled with satisfaction, raised his head and kissed his lips.

Shen Yichao opened his eyes.

The bride in his arms, with a pink face and peach cheeks, stared at him with a gaze full of respect.

Wei Chuchu, she is a famous noble daughter in Chang'an City, dignified and self-controlled, beautiful and wise, she has been with him since childhood, and the two families have been engaged to marriage very early.

He thought about Wushan Yunyu last night, and thought that she was the first time, so he touched her cheek with pity, and said with concern: "Does it still hurt?" ”

Wei Chuchu's cheeks were crimson, Xu was too shy, so he lowered his eyelashes shyly, and he didn't dare to answer such words.

Shen Yichao looked at her, thinking that this was the reserve of the noble daughter of the family.

But somehow, a cold figure appeared in my mind again.

At the beginning of the Xiao Mansion in Jinguancheng, he and Han Yanliang were drugged, and she was also the first time at that time, but afterwards, he forgot to ask her if it hurt.

In Shen Yichao's chest, a trace of guilt suddenly welled up.

But after thinking about it, Han Yanliang is such a maverick demon girl, even if her martial arts are abolished, she has never shed tears, how could she cry because of the pain of breaking melons?

She is different from a famous lady in the end.

She has been trained by Tianshu since she was a child, so she is probably not afraid of pain.

He thought, and the guilt in his heart quietly vanished.

Wei Chuchu raised his eyes and saw that he was wandering out of the world, and displeasure quietly flashed in his eyes.

However, in just a moment, she covered her emotions, and her face was still gentle and dignified: "Can the husband tell the concubine, what kind of character is that beauty?" The concubine heard that for most of the past half a year, she has been imprisoned by her brother in the other garden, and she was imprisoned in the dungeon as soon as she was brought into the mansion yesterday, thinking that she was a repeat offender. ”

Shen Yichao took her into his arms, and his tone was indifferent: "It's not worth saying." ”

"The concubine wants to hear it!"

Shen Yichao thought that the husband and wife were of the same heart, so he explained the matter concisely, although he deliberately omitted those dewy loves, but he had eaten and lived with Han Yanliang in Yulou Spring, but he couldn't hide it.

Wei Chuchu's eyes changed emotionally.

She suddenly sat up and scolded: "Shameless fox, young, not married, nothing else, self-recommended pillow is very good, do you know what is courtesy, righteousness and shame?!" ”

Shen Yichao listened to the words "self-recommended pillow seat" and felt a little harsh.

But I feel that I am not wrong.

From the beginning, it was Han Yanliang who hooked up with him first.

Wei Chuchu said again: "Speaking of which, since she is the leader of Tianshu, then she must know Xiao Daoyan's secrets. As the leader of Jin Wuwei, Brother has not tortured anything useful for most of the year. Husband, we should help him. If you can torture the secret, your aunt will definitely look at you differently. ”

"Chu Chu—"

"Husband, you are now weak, and you should also plan for your career."

After Wei Chuchu finished speaking, he called the maid to come in and serve.

Shen Yichao slowly sat up.

He stared at Wei Chuchu's dressed figure, and a wave of irritability welled up in his heart.

What did Tianshu secret, he knew that Chu Chu must be jealous, jealous that he had spent the Spring Festival with Han Yanliang, so he wanted to take the opportunity to attack her.

New love and old love, entangled with each other, really gave him a headache.

He rubbed his temples.

In the end, the face that was as clear as the snow of the mountains revealed a touch of helplessness and indulgence.

That's it, let Chu Chu go.

She's tossed enough, and she'll let go of the cold when she thinks about it.

It can be regarded as his compensation for Chu Chu.

The two went to the dungeon.

The dungeon is exceptionally neat and clean, except for the iron fence that is quite dazzling, the furnishings in the cell are like ordinary people's boudoirs, and there is no cold and damp as Shen Yichao imagined.

His brow furrowed quietly.

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Before he could figure it out, Wei Chuchu had already instructed the little official to open the cell door.

Shen Yichao's heart tugged for no reason.

He followed Wei Chuchu into the cell, and as the light gauze curtain rolled up, he saw Han Yanliang kneeling in front of the dressing mirror, combing his hair with a pear blossom wood comb.

Her black hair hung neatly down on the mat like a heap of clouds.

The little face is not powdered, sharp and fair-skinned, and the light gauze skirt is casually compromised, she is like a white pear flower lost in the cell in the dim light and shadow.

And their arrival did not surprise her.

Wei Chuchu carefully looked at her complexion, his eyes were full of jealousy, and he said in a deep voice: "You are just cold and cold?" ”

Han Yanliang looked at the two of them from the bronze mirror.

Because it was the second day of the wedding, they were still dressed in colorful clothes.

Standing side by side, it is really a golden boy and a girl, and it is very.

She said casually: "Second Mrs. Shen is looking for me, I don't know what is going on?" ”

"I want you to tell you the secrets of the Heavenly Pivot!"

"Do you have the qualifications to judge me?"

Wei Chuchu was choked.

Her pretty face was filled with shame and anger, and she said sharply: "You are just a prisoner of the Shen Mansion, as the young lady of the Shen Mansion, how can I not be qualified to judge you?!" Come on, whip me until she lets go!" ”

The two mothers-in-law she brought with her immediately rolled up their sleeves and picked up the long whip without saying anything.

Han Yanliang's face was pale, and he only glanced at Shen Yichao.

Shen Yichao avoided her gaze.

He also knew that Chu Chu was not doing it right.

In the past, Chu Chu was always tender like water, gentle and dignified in front of him, not to mention whipping people, even a butterfly, she was reluctant to shoot to death.

However, Chu Chu has a deep affection for him in the end.

He and Han Yanliang went to Yunyu together, and she was jealous and lost her temper, even if she was whipped, it was really understandable.

It's just a whipping, but the cold smoke is a character who fights in the three religions and nine streams, this hurts, she endures it a little, won't it be over?

The whips scrambled to fall.

The skin opened and the flesh bloomed, and the blood beads quickly dyed the pear blossom white skirt.

The girl curled up on the ground, biting her lip flap tightly, her slightly upturned apricot eyes, always black and white without tears, she stared at Shen Yichao and Wei Chuchu, and finally even let go of the bleeding lip flap, raising an arc of sarcasm.

It's like looking down on these two.

Shen Yichao was not clear in his heart.

He turned his face away again, and couldn't bear to look at the cold smoke.

Wei Chuchu grabbed his arm coquettishly: "Husband, the person you love is me, right?" ”

Shen Yichao's heart was beating hard.

He didn't understand why, but in order to soothe the throbbing and uneasiness, he nodded with a gloomy face: "It's only you ......"

"Bang!"

The door of the dungeon was kicked open.

The black-clothed general stepped in with an expressionless face.

He swept his eyes and curled up on the ground full of dying beauties, the scar under his left eye was faintly painful, and the hands hanging down on the sides of his legs were secretly clenched into fists.

He paused word by word: "Who allowed you to break into my dungeon without permission?" ”

A cold coercion spreads in the cramped cell.

He is like a lion whose territory has been encroached upon.

Wei Chuchu involuntarily took a half step back: "Ah, brother......"

Shen Yichao glanced at his brother's expression, and then at the cold smoke covered in blood, and somehow, an unspeakable irritability and depression suddenly welled up in his heart.