After the torrential rain, the black clouds gradually dispersed, the forest was bleak, and it was washed verdant, and the weather hysteria was vented, leaving only a relaxed and quiet heart.

Just like Lin Heng's mood at the moment, like a new leaf stretching, he was extremely happy.

Wang Sleeve hung his head to one side, did not disgrace his mission, and brought the news of Ping Yan's death.

"I only have one daughter in this life, and I have held it like a treasure in my hand for more than ten years, and now I finally get my long-cherished wish, seeing her happily married, I must not let that cheap girl mess with Yu's mind and bear my beloved daughter."

Since the rescue of the sunset water, in the mouths of the people who are telling right and wrong, the romance between Shen Yuchen and the girl has been spread clearly, and the rumors have become tigers, but they can deceive people's hearts, even if he believes that Shen Yuchen is a person, he can't let such a hidden danger of red face and water exist in the world, and the wood will destroy the embankment.

The words 'happy marriage' were like a thick thorn, and they were thrown on the king's sleeve, and the pain made him secretly clench his teeth.

He has always been calm and silent, and he knows that his status is respectful and inferior, and he can't be presumptuous, but at this moment, seeing Lin Heng's smile on his face, he actually asked contrary to usual: "Why did the Overseer change his mind?" Shen Ershao is good, but first there was the death of Gao Zhanbiao, and then Huo Sanye had many contradictions with him, all of which were inseparable from him. The eldest lady is a golden branch and jade leaf, both talented and beautiful, your son-in-law must be a dragon and phoenix among people, innocent and high, Shen Ershao has these stains after all, say that it is not big, say that it is not small, in case it makes the young lady suffer......"

Lin Heng glanced at the two eyes, and looked at it nakedly, lazy but thoughtful, but he was a rough person, but he couldn't see through Wang Sleeve's iron-blooded tenderness for Lin Lixue over the years, he just felt that it was rare. The impression of Wang Sleeve will only be obedient to orders without saying a word, not like he will say such words that chew his tongue behind his back and see blood every word.

I think that when he was ten years old, he was raised under his own army, and Lin Lixue can be regarded as an acquaintance since childhood, with a deep affection, and in his selfish heart, he also regards Wang Sleeve as half a son. I think it's because the eldest brother loves his sister that he is so cautious about his sister's marriage, and he chooses everything.

Lin Heng couldn't help but feel soft, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a patient smile: "Don't forget Gao Yuan's death, it is a very hidden Japanese, vainly trying to grasp the business of Qingzhou as the president, his son Gao Zhanbiao is naturally also a Japanese cub, and if he is in the garrison, he will be a scourge sooner or later, and he may still be building bridges for the Japanese." Whether Shen Yuchen killed Gao Zhanbiao or not, this is a good thing, and no matter what negative remarks there are in the newspapers, they all call him a big hero. ”

Wang Sleeve's heart was like a thread, and he couldn't help mentioning it, "That Huo Sanye has been entrenched in Qingzhou for many years, and he is narrow-minded, which offended him, but the future is worrying." ”

The light tore through the cloud curtain, and the thousands of strands of gold satin were gorgeous, shaking so much that people couldn't open their eyes. Lin Heng turned his face, and did not hide from the superb scene after the wind and rain. The light opened the curtain on his weather-beaten face, and he was calm and ambitious, as if he was preparing for the last full applause of the honor and disgrace struggle before leaving.

Huo Sanye was certainly powerful, but he still bet all his chips on Shen Yuchen.

He has been stumbling for half his life, sharpening his sword and frost, treating people and things has always been yin and yang, neither out of the limelight, but not too condescending to the back, not so much ambition, officials have been promoted several times, in short, he has been peaceful and peaceful in Qingzhou for most of his life, and today's achievements are the limit of life.

But the smoke of war is chaotic, the world is uncertain, and there will always be people who covet the fat meat of Qingzhou.

And Shen Yu's eyebrows are thousands of ravines, his eyes are full of rivers, he is the dragon fish in the pond, if he can cultivate it well, in the chaotic situation, he will be able to soar to the sky one day. He was still thinking about it before, until Shen Yuchen's marriage with his daughter was finalized and he became the son-in-law of the Lin family, he decided to follow Shen Yuchen's suggestion, colluded with the Central China Army, and opened up the battlefield of Qingyuan Town.

On top of that, the conditions he offered were indeed coveted.

It is unbelievable that with his enthusiasm, he has worked hard abroad in just a few years to build a large industry, and he is actually the boss behind Fuchunju who has extended to all parts of the country and even abroad, not just a small shareholder who is hidden in the newspaper.

His dowry turned out to be one-third of Fuchunju's shares.

In the turbulent times, although he has heavy troops and is entrenched in important places, he is far from being as practical as the real wealth and wealth.

Moreover, since Gao Yuan's death, he has not made some oil and water in trade for a long time, and he will always sit and eat empty when he points to the unreliable officials.

In this world full of sorrow, gentlemen are prone to starve to death, and no one must be tempted by the temptation of money.

The marriage is happy, everyone is happy, and to a certain extent, it can be regarded as selling women for glory.

Wang Sleeve looked at it in his eyes from beginning to end, and saw that Lin Heng's joy was cloudy in his eyes, and he couldn't help but hold back his hatred.

Shen Yuji? What is he? An informant playboy, didn't he just rely on a doll set by chance to marry the woman he dreamed of, only dared to watch secretly, and was careful of extravagance.

He didn't want to give up, because he could really see that Shen Yuchen married Lin Lixue obviously had another purpose.

Maybe he didn't love this simple-minded silly girl at all.

The more Wang Sleeve thought about it, the more angry he became, and his thoughts, which had always been rough, suddenly seemed to give birth to vines, tightly wrapped around his body, teaching people to suffer from liver and gall, and unable to breathe.

"I think that the daughter who has been raised by Han Xinru for more than ten years is about to get married, and I am really reluctant." Lin Heng sighed wistfully, and felt it.

Get married?

I'm afraid not.

Hearing this, the king's sleeve smiled slyly without a trace, and a leaf of fine light at the end of his eyes disappeared in an instant.

The feather arrow was coated with poison, and it had been shot at Shen Yu's marks, and it was chosen to be in a remote place, so it would not be discovered, and there was no possibility of survival.

After the rain, the sunshine and the scent of fresh grass and mud come to the face.

Ping Yan took the unconscious Shen Yuji and hid in a deep cave.

The firewood crackled and burst with sparks, and the heat wave fluttered, like a surging red lantern with candles, hanging on the tips of the night.

Ping Yan picked up the meniscus knife and cut it on the deer, and the dripping deer blood fell into the palm of her hand and gathered into a half-pool. She moved forward, put her hand to Shen Yujian's lips, and slowly looked at him between his lips.

They rushed into the cave in a panic, but they didn't expect that the hunted deer on the hillside hid first, and died due to excessive blood loss.

Now she can borrow some deer blood to temporarily maintain Shen Yujian's weak body.

Ping Yan was baking clothes by the fire, but unexpectedly, her hands were held tightly, and then the warm breath sprayed in her ears behind her back.

"Tao Yan, Tao Yan...... Is that you? Is that you? It can't be my dream. He snorted heavily, but his voice was soft, as if he was really dreaming in a dream, for fear of waking up his sweetheart who had come to meet.

His slender and sturdy five fingers were like a reddish soldering iron, and the hot palpitating temperature went straight to Ping Yan's skin, as if he was about to bake a flower bone in the ice and snow.

Ping Yan knew the pharmacological effects of deer blood, curing blood and lung impotence, and aphrodisiac and replenishing qi, but she didn't want to take a few sips to act on him, and the reaction was so big.

Sketched out some unbearable details in her mind, thinking that she felt that her cheeks were hot, and she didn't dare to look directly at Shen Yuchen's blurred gaze, so she only slapped her face twice with her hand to sober up.

Shen Yuchen dragged her wrist brutally, the force couldn't be controlled for a while, and both fell to the ground, his tight and strong chest was on Ping Yan's body, like a rock, she was stunned for a moment, as if she had fallen into a brazier, and quickly bounced up.

The face is like a drop of blood, and the face is delicate.

There seems to be a real fire falling from the sky, burning in Shen Yuchen's body. He endured it with strong restraint, but he was dazed and saw the thin flower shadow that would only linger in his dreams, and smelled the crisp smell of her body that could only be secretly recalled in the rain in the middle of the night, and suddenly his brain was white, his lower abdomen tightened, and the blood in his whole body was like a flood river, uncontrollably stretching and surging, rolling away.

Perhaps, it's another spring and autumn dream.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her to the ground, the realism of the physical touch that almost brought him to tears.

It's her temperature.

How long had he not felt her?

When he dreamed back at midnight, he was accompanied only by a cold moon outside the window, a little wine in his cavity, and that pillow, soaked with dew.

He kissed desperately, only the most primitive, impulsive and sincere thoughts drove him, to hold the people under him tightly, and to love the people under him. The kiss is dense and rough, and there is no order, and it falls overwhelmingly, but it is affectionate and deep as the sea.

The tide is coming, and Ping Yan is almost falling, but the cave is as black as ink, and there seem to be a pair of blood-red eyes in all directions, wanting to drink blood and tear flesh, staring at them impatiently, cursing them for eternal love but cannot.

A teardrop is like a cold marriage line, hanging on the corner of Ping Yan's forehead, as if soaked in frost, quenched in blood, bewitching temptation, and deep affection, but never see the consummation of the final family.

If you want to break, you have to be clean!

It is best to be Hongchen Zimo, and there will be no entanglements in this life.

Ping Yan was like a corpse in the back, her eyes widened suddenly, and she pushed him away fiercely, Shen Yuchen was suddenly stunned, no longer moved, only propped up her arms, and held her under the deep gaze of love like the sea.

A red silk ribbon ran out of his collar and hit the tip of Ping Yan's nose, and a little pendant refracted the clear and moist points of light, like a single firefly.

She stretched out her hand, moved the distance inch by inch, and touched the drop of jade pendant, the cool air of jade seeped straight into her heart from her fingers, and there was a blinding heat in her eyes, blurring the past layer upon layer. After a while, she muttered, "My earrings, you still have them, I thought you had thrown them away." ”

Shen Yu's eyes are like fire, burning fiercely, and there are thousands of waves in the fire, reflecting the vastness of the stars, flowing light, and the vicissitudes of life.

His tears fell on Ping Yan's face, like a rain in late spring, burying all his souls, and there was a little bit of vitality in the lifelessness that refused to compromise with the season.

"Always carry it close to you, just like the time when you and I are facing each other, you can't throw it away, don't dare to forget, and you won't rest until you die."

In the heart of the past, Ping Yan burst into tears for a while, and she couldn't hold it back. Like a baby who has first met the world, she looked at the first person she saw when she opened her eyes, stretched out her arms and tightly wrapped them around his neck, and put them close to her body.

Only desperate love is salvation.

It can make the demon become a Buddha, and it can also make the Buddha irreversible.

The firelight rippled, like the red silk in the cave room, and the candles and tears were entangled.

They forgot the world in the boundless sea of suffering, tumbling and lingering, giving their purest and hottest bodies to each other, and loving to the point of madness.