Green Jade Pavilion.

Back in the room, Aunt Liu immediately slammed the tea set on the table: "Damn slut, dare to be arrogant in front of me, sooner or later she will have to be cleaned up." ”

"Mother, you bear with me, wait for your daughter to marry into the Ruian Mansion tomorrow, and see what she threatens us, but now for the sake of your daughter's happiness, you must endure it!" Yan Ruyan persuaded from the side.

"Okay, doesn't my mother know the seriousness of this matter?" Although Aunt Liu was angry, she was not angry, before Yan Ruyan did not marry Chu Baiyue, of course Aunt Liu knew that she could not fight with Yan Qingfeng.

"But what the hell is going on with that slut Yan Qingfeng? Is she crazy? She dares to hit you? and dare to yell at us so loudly. Yan Ruyan tilted her head suspiciously, her tone unbelievable.

Aunt Liu also looked puzzled, and her brows furrowed: "That little slut has always been cowardly and courageless, maybe she was stimulated for a while when she saw Yan Wenlou being beaten, after all, that little slut has always had a deep relationship with Yan Wenlou." ”

"Mother is right, it must be so, but there are two of them, this time she is proud for a while, it won't be against the sky in the future, right?" Yan Ruyan expressed concern.

"She dare!" Aunt Liu glared angrily.

Yan Ruyan: "My daughter is talking about what if!"

"No case, after you marry King Ryan, my mother will have no scruples, and she will have her own way to clean her up when the time comes. Aunt Liu's cold eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Although today's Yan Qingfeng seems to be a little different, in Aunt Liu's eyes, mud is mud, and it will never be able to support the wall.

......

Yan Qingfeng placed Yan Wenlou on the bed, gently medicated him, and looked at the bruises on Yan Wenlou's body, Yan Qingfeng's eyes flashed with a touch of cold killing intent, but it was quickly submerged in the bottom of his eyes.

"Lou'er, I'm sorry, it's my sister who didn't protect you. Yan Qingfeng said guiltily.

Yan Wenlou leaned on the head of the bed, and her shallow smile was a little helpless and bitter: "Sister is not wrong, it's Lou'er who is too useless and always drags you down." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, if you say that again, my sister will be angry!" Yan Qingfeng pretended to have a straight face, but thinking that Yan Wenlou's eyes couldn't see, she could only put away the expression on her face and said instead: "Good and dignified, why did you have a conflict with Aunt Liu?"

"Uh...... No, it's nothing, they scolded Lou'er for being a waste, and Lou'er was angry for a while, so ...... Sister, it's okay, Lou'er is very good, sister don't blame yourself. ”

Yan Wenlou understated it and didn't seem to care anymore, but Yan Qingfeng was not stupid, she heard that Yan Wenlou didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask again, just ......

Thinking of those two people, Yan Qingfeng's beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, the corners of his mouth outlined the arc of evil charm, and he secretly thought in his heart: "No matter what reason, it's not okay to bully Lou'er, and the two slaps are too cheap Aunt Liu, don't they hate to marry? Then I will let Yan Ruyan not marry." ”

As the sun sets, the sunset stains the horizon red.

At this time, in the luxurious and luxurious Prime Minister's Mansion, a white-haired old man sat straight on the top, looking not angry but mighty, and he was Yan Qingfeng's grandfather Tang Bozhen.

"It's been three years late, and it's finally come to an end. Tang Bozhen sighed.

"Old man, Miss Biao will get married tomorrow, this is the bride price list, what do you think is missing?" The man who spoke looked to be in his early twenties, his face was expressionless, and he spoke with a straight face, as if nothing could attract his attention.

"You can just make up your mind about this kind of trivial matter, and you don't need to ask the old man. Tang Bozhen waved his hand, and said as if he remembered something: "By the way, Chenxin, you have also reached the marriageable age, do you have a favorite girl?"

Dusty Heart's expression was wooden, and he replied simply and directly: "The girl Dusty Heart likes is married to a wife." ”

"That's a pity!"

Tang Bozhen sighed: "Chenxin, you have been with the old man for more than ten years, since the old man took you back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, you have been following the old man's side, and the old man takes you as half a son, so if you meet the girl in your heart again one day, remember to tell the old man, and the old man will be the matchmaker for you and give you a beautiful wedding." ”

"Old man......"

Chenxin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"Old man, your sixtieth birthday is approaching, and Miss Biao and Young Master Cousin have not been on the list in previous years, do you want to let me know this year?"

"Those two useless things, one is cowardly and incompetent, and the other is blind and useless, it will only make trouble for them to come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Chenxin to speak, Tang Bozhen changed his words again: "Forget it, let's let them come! Even if you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face, that girl will be the princess of Rui after tomorrow." ”

"Yes!"

An imperceptible smile appeared in Dust's eyes, but it was quickly drowned in the bottom of his eyes, as if he had never appeared.

"Old man, there is your letter!" At this moment, the old butler Uncle Fang came over.

Chenxin took it, opened it, and handed it to Tang Bozhen.

Tang Bozhen took it slowly and looked at it, but at this glance, his pale sword eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and his anger rose: "Okay, you Yan Quan, it seems that I, the old man, seem to be too little to move around your Shangshu Mansion." ”