Ye Nian paused, sneered and looked back at him: "Lord Zhao, please be more respectful between your words!" ”

Zhao Mocheng stepped forward and asked her softly, "Is Shen Qianhan's miscarriage related to you?" ”

Ye Nian looked at him, "Yes!" ”

Zhao Mocheng's eyes sank slightly, "Wouldn't you be too cruel?" She almost died! ”

The anger in Ye Nian's heart instantly rushed up, she was not angry that Zhao Mocheng was protecting Shen Qianhan, but angry at why she was still sad because of him!

"Cruel? I was already merciful if I didn't kill her! ”

Zhao Mocheng didn't understand why she was so murderous, and her tone was a little anxious, "It's just a slave, do you have to do it like this?" Do you know what this child means to her! ”

Ye Nian looked at him, the sadness and unwillingness in his heart disappeared in an instant, why did he fall blind to such a dog thing in the first place?!

She sneered and looked at Zhao Mocheng: "Lord Zhao and Mrs. Zhao are young, work harder, there will always be children!" ”

"However, Lord Zhao must persuade Mrs. Zun well, if she dares to beat the idea of the people around me again, next time I will break her neck with my own hands!"

After Ye Nian finished speaking, he turned around and left, Zhao Mocheng finally couldn't hold back, raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

Ye Nian looked disgusted: "Don't you want your hands?" ”

Zhao Mocheng didn't let go, but his voice was a little decadent: "I just promised her that she would keep this child, I don't have her in my heart." ”

Ye Nian was really laughed at by this dog's manly anger, "How did you come here without her child in your heart?" Zhao Mocheng, don't you think you're disgusting? ”

Zhao Mocheng looked at her directly, his lips trembled and trembled, and finally he didn't say a word.

Ye Nian pulled his wrist out of his hand and dusted it twice in disgust. This move hurt Zhao Mocheng hard.

His eyes turned red for a moment, and he pressed Ye Nian into his arms suddenly, "Are you satisfied if I divorce her?" Other men have three wives and four concubines, do I only have one that makes you feel dirty? ”

Ye Nian's voice was as cold as quenching ice: "Zhao Mocheng, you are looking for death!" ”

Ye Nian grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and in an instant it was folded behind his back, Zhao Mocheng snorted in pain, fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and he roared at her with red eyes!

"I was drunk and thought it was you! I thought she was you! I haven't touched you in the three years since I got married, so how can I touch her!! If I had her in my heart, how could she not have been pregnant for three years?! ”

Ye Nian's expression froze, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

"For three years, did you think you were the only one who suffered? It's not good for me to fall in love with anyone, but I fall in love with the daughter of the enemy who killed my father! Ye Nian, what is your pain compared to mine? ? Why don't you want me! Why! ”

Zhao Mocheng's tears slipped down his cheeks, his voice was hoarse, and his red eyes roared at her unwillingly!

Ye Nian's heart trembled, and she subconsciously took a step back, she had never seen such a gaffe Zhao Mocheng, even if he had a great revenge in his previous life, the pleasure in his eyes was habitually restrained......

"In order to take revenge, I was at the mercy of Shen Bingwen and Shen Bingwen, and even he forced me to marry Shen Qianhan, I was helpless, but I was willing to marry you! Did You Know? ”

Zhao Mocheng walked towards Ye Nian step by step with a sad face, and his slightly trembling hand touched her cheek: "Ah Nian, I have been deliberately alienated and neglected for three years, just because I am afraid, I am afraid that after getting close to you, I will never be able to think of revenge again......" He pressed his forehead against her, full of struggles in his sadness.

Ye Nian was a little distracted at this moment, this was the man she had loved wholeheartedly for six years, her biggest ambition and only ambition was to be his wife, but fate had already buried the knife eighteen years ago......

"If Xiao Siyu Wushiling is seriously injured or killed, how will you treat me when I return to Beijing?" She spoke lightly.

The man's body stiffened, and the sadness on his face came to an abrupt end.

Ye Nian raised his eyes to look at him: "Why don't I guess, will you take the initiative to step into my small courtyard with a pot of wine, as today, affectionately, and congratulate me on my triumph," she smiled at the corner of her lips and looked at his eyes, "Will it be said that it was a combination of wine made up for me, coaxing me to drink it?" ”

Zhao Mocheng's face was flustered for a moment, and he took a step back in panic: "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

"Liangchen wine people get drunk, Lord Zhao thinks it is more appropriate for me to get drunk on this wine for a few days?"

Zhao Mocheng's face flashed with shock, and he turned sideways to avoid her gaze: "I don't understand what you're saying!" ”

Ye Nian looked at him coldly: "Then let me tell you something that Lord Zhao can understand, who told you the truth about Zhao Yanshu's death eighteen years ago?" Wu Ze? Or Shen Bingwen? ”

Zhao Mocheng was shocked: "How do you know Wu Ze?" His face changed suddenly, "Did you kill him?" ”

"I thought! framed and blamed my father, causing me to pay my true mistakes in the past six years, and even almost being slaughtered! I can't wait to rip him off! ”

"You really went to Yizhou when you went out of Beijing before! I ask you, who killed him if it wasn't you? Wait, you said that you planted the blame," Zhao Mocheng sneered and looked at her: "Did Ye Zhao tell you?" Do you believe it too? ”

"I don't believe my father, do you believe in a hypocrite who wants to kill my whole family?"

"Hahaha! Hypocrite? These three words should be used on Ye Zhao......"

"Zhao Mocheng, I should call you Zhao Rong, Zhao Yanshu left a seal pen for my father before committing suicide, do you want to see it?"

Zhao Mocheng was stunned, and suddenly sneered: "Ye Zhao's little trick can deceive you......

"Also, after all, even if it's really Zhao Yanshu's masterpiece, you can't recognize it."

"If it was my father's handwriting, I would have recognized it! Ye Zhao doesn't want to confuse the real with the fake! ”

"Cut! You were only three years old when you fled, who are you fooling! Immature! ”

Zhao Mocheng looked at her and didn't respond, and opened his mouth after a while: "My father went to Beijing to take the exam, and wrote ten letters to my mother in the two years before and after. ”

At this time, Zhao Mocheng's eyes were clear, and there was no calculation, Ye Nian actually felt a little distressed.

She came back to her senses and scolded herself twice: Isn't it enough to be deceived by him for three years with this bitter appearance! Distressed ghost!

"If you really recognize it, after returning to Beijing, the general's mansion will look for me, and let your father tell you the truth about Rongcheng!"

Zhao Mocheng's eyes wavered, "What is written in the letter?" ”

"Will you believe what I say?" Ye Nian smiled and turned around, "There must be loopholes in lies, Zhao Mocheng, you are not stupid, if you can't sleep at night, think about it: Although you were young when you left Rongcheng, do you really remember anything?" Does what Wu Ze said to you necessarily be the truth? ”

Ye Nian looked back at him: "My father said that you and Zhao Yanshu look very similar, so he took you into the General's Mansion without saying a word." How stupid do you think he is to help the son of the enemy like this, even at the expense of marrying his daughter who values more than his life? ”

After Ye Nian left, Zhao Mocheng stood alone and was stunned for a long time.

After a long time, he turned around slowly, and walked forward slowly and slowly.

The next day, Zhao Mocheng acted as if nothing had happened, and there was no other abnormality except for a somewhat gloomy face.

Ye Nian didn't pay attention to him, and rode with Liu Jian on left and right outside Sun Boyuan's carriage, listening to him talk about his grandfather's heroic deeds back then.

Zhao Mocheng glanced at her without a trace, and saw her riding on a horse, as if he had heard something funny, with a clean smile on his face.

He withdrew his gaze, his eyes a little gloomy.