"Not poison. Ran Xiyan smiled, He Yan also smiled, and the laughter of the two was the same: "Then you drink." ”

Ran Xiyan was stunned, his face turned dark, and his tone was slightly gritted with teeth: "This thing, only a woman can, can, drink." ”

He Yan raised her eyebrows, it turned out to prevent her from getting pregnant.

He Yan took the bottle, "I'll drink it, you can go." ”

"When you're done, I'll go. Ran Xiyan looked at the bottle, "Or do you want me to feed you?"

After that, he made the appearance of getting close to He Yan, as if he was going to stuff the bottle directly into He Yan's mouth.

He Yan immediately opened the bottle, raised his head to a can, and threw the empty bottle to Ran Xiyan: "You can go." ”

"Okay, there will be no time in the future. Ran Xiyan took the bottle, put it away, turned around and left.

If he met her before choosing a wife, they still had the possibility of being together, but now, one step too late, he could only do so.

A woman of He Yan's temperament should not be preached everywhere, let alone pestering him, this is also his greatest tolerance for her, at least, he didn't kill her.

After Ran Xiyan left, He Yan clicked twice on the collarbone, and all the potions were spit out, she still felt that she was not clean, so she snorted a few times, got out of bed, and rinsed her mouth with the water on the table.

Who knows if that's poison or not?

Moreover, the testament said that her physique is special and she cannot use drugs casually, otherwise even ordinary healing drugs can put her in danger.

However, because of her special physique, some drugs did not work for her, and when the testament said so, He Yan also asked with a smile, I don't know if I will die if I eat arsenic? The testament turned his face on the spot, threw two packets of arsenic in her face, and left a sentence to eat for herself!

He Yan passed by the window and saw the departing Ran Xiyan, but Ran Xiyan seemed to feel that she was looking at him, turned around, and met He Yan's eyes, He Yan smiled slightly, with a sense of provocation, closed the window and went to sleep.

The next day, He Yan was woken up by the welcoming team.

Here's the thing, Princess Zheng stayed in the Mowang Mansion for one night, but according to the rules of the Qianqian Mainland, she had to go back to her parents' house early in the morning to dress up, accept the blessings of relatives and friends, and then sit in the sedan chair of the other party to the other party's mansion and worship the church to get married.

And only a true wife can accept this form, and the concubine has only hope.

He Yan got up, washed hastily, got dressed, and opened the window, Miss Yang Ying was already sitting in the sedan chair, which was heading in the direction of Mowangfu.

Zhu Xiqin broke in at this time, "Master, they have already ......" Seeing He Yan leisurely looking at the welcoming team, he was stunned: "Master, it turns out that you know." She thought that the master hadn't gotten up, so she didn't know that their wedding procession had begun, so wouldn't the master's princess be out of play?

"Well, I know. He Yan waved his hand and asked Zhu Xiqin to come to her, Zhu Xiqin obediently walked to her side, He Yan and her looked at the long line of relatives downstairs, He Yan pondered: "You say, how much does it cost to invite so many people?"

"This is not the point!" Zhu Xiqin said helplessly, but He Yan patted her skirt and left the window: "Let's go, go play." ”

The time is not yet up.

Zhu Xiqin was pulled by He Yan to pull the door of the house, but a tragic thing happened.

He Yan just stepped out of the door, turned around and wanted to urge Zhu Xiqin to hurry up, but he didn't notice that the person who came up from downstairs collided with a man.

"Yes, I'm sorry, girl, are you alright?"

He Yan rubbed his arm painfully, looked up at the man, the man was dressed as a scholar, his face was white and smooth, and his expression was so aggrieved that it made people want to bully.

Why does this man look so ...... Youngsters?