After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Brother, please help me and Han Yanliang!"

Shen Yijue's face was shrouded in shadow, and his hands hanging by his legs were clenched quietly.

No emotion or anger can be seen.

"Brother!"

Shen Yichao continued to plead.

Shen Yijue whispered: "Do you like her?"

"like!"

Shen Yichao answered decisively.

He raised his head and stared at Han Yanliang, his dark eyes filled with tenderness and admiration, a tenderness he had never shown in the past.

He said warmly: "In the past, I was blinded by the concept of family status. I only knew what was noble and low, but I didn't know what love meant. Now I have woken up and just want to ask my brother to give me a chance to start over. Ah Brother, I like Han Yanliang and I want to be with her."

The moonlight shines through the room, and the green bamboo floor is crystal clear and white.

The young man of the Shen family spoke sadly and spoke sincerely.

Shen Yijue's Adam's apple rolled, and the scar under his left eye was extremely hideous.

He endured it again and again, thinking about his brother's cute and intelligent attitude when he was young, and thinking about his love for his brother over the years. He was filled with anger, and finally he could bear it a little.

His face was expressionless: "The prerequisite for success is mutual happiness. You begged to start over, but you shouldn't beg me. Ah Chao, you should ask her if she is willing."

Shen Yichao remained silent.

At this point, how could he have the nerve to ask Han Yanliang?

He whispered: "She is brother's maid. Brother can make the decision and give her to me..."

Dayong nobles like to raise beauties, and families with good friendships will also give each other concubines. A beautiful concubine may even serve three or five masters. This is not uncommon.

In his opinion, Han Yanliang's opinion was not important.

As long as my brother is willing to give it away, he can achieve his wish.

Shen Yijue looked at his younger brother, disappointment flashing across his dark and deep eyes again.

What is like?

In fact, he doesn't know either.

But what he knows is that if you really like a woman, you will never treat her as a plaything.

He said seriously: "Ah Chao, Han Yanliang is not a plaything that can be given away casually. If you like her, you should ask her for her opinion and ask her if she is willing to go with you."

Shen Yichao always listens to his brother's words.

He clenched his hands, holding a glimmer of hope, and slowly looked at Han Yanliang: "Yanyan..."

Han Yanliang was still sitting lazily on the windowsill.

The spring rain outside the house has stopped long ago, and a bright moon rises from the east mountain, bright and full.

The beauty's ice-muscular and jade-bone clothes are fluttering, and she is as charming as a fairy under the moon. Her curled eyelashes cast two shadows, and her red lips are curved in a sarcastic arc.

When she heard Shen Yichao's "smoke", she felt so far away that it seemed like a world away.

In Jinguan City, Shen Yichao lived in her Yulouchun house for a while.

At that time, she liked this knowledgeable Shen Xiaolangjun very much.

She likes to sit by the window and smoke cigarettes every day.

While watching him read and write, he got excited, so he knelt down beside him, blew into his ear, and asked him what he had written.

Xiao Langjun's regular calligraphy was very beautiful, but sometimes it was so sloppy that she couldn't quite read it.

At that time, Shen Yichao always had a cold face and said coldly: "Of course I write poems and songs, otherwise what else can I write? Write about Nan Baoyi's lewd lyrics and songs? A top-notch family, right? I’ll look at her stuff.”

She chuckled and didn't argue with him.

She picked up the Langhao pen and said with a rare good temper: "Teach me how to practice beautiful calligraphy, young man? I grew up in Tianshu since I was a child. I am literate, but my writing is ugly. Well, you can First, teach me how to write the words 'Little Master likes Han Yanliang', okay?"

At that time, Shen Yichao's expression was very cold.

He commented with a straight face: "Frivolous."

Han Yanliang smiled and threw away the hair, held his neck, and pecked his lips affectionately: "Then do you like my frivolity?"

He didn't speak, but his breathing gradually became heavier.

He silently grabbed her waist and pressed her against the desk...

The night breeze is gentle.

Han Yanliang played with the laces of her purple skirt, and thought about it carefully, Shen Yichao had never said he liked her, and he had never said it even when the love was intense several times.

Back then, she actually wanted to hear him say that she liked him.

When she asked for it, she couldn't get it, but now she doesn't care, but he hastened to tell her.

However, the belated love was not as heart-warming as the bright moon and night-blooming night flowers tonight.

Under Shen Yichao's expectant gaze, she slowly jumped off the window sill.

She leaned weakly and bonelessly in Shen Yijue's arms, yawned lazily, and said softly: "General, I'm sleepy, can you carry me back to the house? She's so delicate and can't walk at night. Moving."

She has a sweet and fragrant floral fragrance.

Pouting and giggling, Shen Yijue couldn't push her away even though he knew she was being coquettish on purpose and embarrassing her brother.

She no longer cares about Ah Chao.

This knowledge made Shen Yijue feel relaxed.

However, there was still an indifferent expression on his face. He picked her up in a familiar manner and glanced at Shen Yichao with lowered eyes: "Did you hear that?"

Shen Yichao knelt on the spot.

Veins popped out on the back of his hands. He lowered his head deeply and couldn't see his expression clearly.

Shen Yijue hugged Han Yanliang, passed by him, and walked straight out of the house: "It's a cold spring night, why did you come here without wearing embroidered shoes and socks?"

The girl's jade-white feet are hanging in mid-air, and the toenails are carefully painted with bright red tarantula, like delicate petals. On her white ankles, she wears a gold chain with peony flowers and beads, which is slender and elegant, tracing out the A bit of ascetic beauty.

She held the wide and complicated skirt with one hand and the man's neck with the other, and said with a smile: "I heard that the young man was beaten, and he was anxious to watch the fun, so he came in such a hurry that he didn't even bother to put on shoes and socks... It was a great time to watch tonight, Even if you get cold, it’s still worth it.”

"Don't laugh at Ah Chao."

"whee."

Their voices faded away.

The candles burned out quietly, and the epiphyllum in the corner also withered.

Dark clouds covered the bright moon, and the house was in chaos and darkness.

Ignoring the pain in his knees, Shen Yichao stood up staggeringly, his long lacquered hair falling down on his cheeks. He desperately swept down tea cups and other objects, and burst out with a desperate and painful roar like a beast.

"Han Yanliang... Han Yanliang!"

He whispered the name repeatedly, his red eyes full of hatred.

…

Half a month later, the funeral at the Zhenguo Palace was finally completed.

In order to give Man Chao Wenwu and Xiao Yu an explanation, Shen Jiang put all the charges on Zhao Bing. Zhao Bing was extremely afraid of Shen Jiang and knew that only Shen Jiang could reverse the case for him in the future, so he was forced to take over all the charges. crime.

He and his family of more than 400 people were sentenced to exile for three thousand miles.

Nan Baoyi was still recovering from his injuries in Kunning Palace when he learned the news.

The spring rain was pattering outside the palace. She was wearing a loose uniform, sitting on the couch with her little feet raised, eating flower cakes.

The flower cakes sent from the imperial dining room are more delicious than those elsewhere.

There was a roll of imperial edict in her hand, which was the marriage edict sent by Empress Shen.

Yu Wei, who entered the palace to take care of her, said angrily: "Empress Shen messed up the rules. If you marry the fourth prince, the master will be sad."

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