After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Brother!"

By the stream, Shen discussed the tide with a hoarse voice.

The sharp blade was two inches closer to the neck, and the crimson blood gushes out, dyeing the white clothes into large swaths of crimson, which is shocking under the moonlight.

Shen Yijue pursed his thin lips into a straight line, feeling even more powerless in his heart.

After a long time, the long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He whispered: "Ah Chao, this is the last time, this is the last time I will indulge you... I don't owe you anything, I never owe you anything."

He turned around and strode out of the garden.

Shen Yichao's body went limp, and finally he knelt down by the stream.

When the wind suddenly picked up, his long hair like splashing ink swayed with his big sleeves, and a smile finally appeared on Qingjun's pale face. He stared at Shen Yijue's back and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, thank you."

Wing room.

Han Yanliang was wearing a cloak, leaning on the window sill and looking at the bright moon.

After a long boring night of tossing and turning, she reached into her sleeves, habitually planning to light up a cigarette and take a few puffs, but belatedly discovered that the pipe had already been broken by Shen Yijue.

She curled her lips.

That man was so overbearing that he forced her to quit smoking, which she had been addicted to for many years. Now even if she couldn't smoke, she would no longer feel as uncomfortable as before.

She looked out the window again.

It's been so long. No matter how jealous I am, my anger should be gone, right?

He knew she was injured but didn't come to visit her. Do you really plan to hang her out all night?

She curled her lips and picked off a peony from the flowers outside the window.

She clearly told Nan Jiaojiao that she did not love the husband of the Shen family, but what was the secret expectation in her heart? Why did she expect Shen Yijue to visit her?

Just when he was puzzled, Shen Yijue suddenly pushed the door open.

Han Yanliang was startled, raised an eyebrow and said with a smile: "Hey, what brought our General Shen here? What kind of gentleman is he to break into the boudoir in the middle of the night?"

Shen Yijue's face was cold.

He took out bottles of rouge and gouache from his arms, and took out the hairpins and jewelry wrapped in a handkerchief, and placed them one by one in front of the mirror.

He said: "When I come to Luoyang, I will give you the things I bought in the towns along the way."

Han Yanliang's eyes lit up and he lazily jumped off the window sill.

She wandered to the makeup mirror, leaned forward to play with the hairpin jewelry, and said with a smile: "The style is a bit vulgar, but this girl is naturally beautiful and can suppress the vulgarity. I will accept this gift. !”

She is tall and slender, and when she raises her sleeves, she exudes the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms, which is particularly refreshing.

Shen Yijue looked at her quietly.

When she smiles, she is so bright and beautiful, more dazzling than the lights.

He remembered the first time he saw her in Yulouchun and thought she was very beautiful.

When fighting with her, he even secretly showed mercy.

Later, he took her to Chang'an and locked her in a small house. Every moment they spent together day and night made him deeply in love and unable to extricate himself.

How could he say such hurtful words to her?

Han Yanliang picked up a pure gold peony hairpin.

He casually tied a hairpin on his bun, raised his head and asked with a smile: "Does it look good?"

Shen Yijue nodded seriously: "It looks good."

Han Yanliang smiled even more contentedly, opened the rouge gouache, picked up a box of brightly colored lipstick, picked some with her little finger, and spread it on her red lips in the mirror.

The red lips immediately took on the color of peony petals.

In Shen Yijue's eyes, she was really charming and charming, turning all living beings upside down.

His hands hung tightly by his legs, his whole body was as straight as a bowstring, and there were a few red bloodshot eyes in his eyes, which made him feel particularly miserable.

Han Yanliang saw something strange about him in the bronze mirror.

It's like he's holding back something.

She raised an eyebrow.

This tough old man doesn't talk much. He has been pursuing her for such a long time, but he has never thought of giving up. He was obviously jealous today, but he turned around and put down his body to coax her, but he was probably still jealous in his heart. Are you alive?

She touched her bright red lips, feeling inexplicably soft in her heart.

She turned around, suddenly stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed Shen Yijue's chin as if to comfort her.

After the kiss, she turned her head away proudly, lowered her eyes and played with the powder ornaments on the dressing table, and whispered: "General came here late at night. Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Like sparks burning across the field.

Strong emotions flashed across Shen Yijue's eyes.

He suddenly desperately pressed Han Yanliang's thin shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It was so long and deep, like a blazing fire in the wilderness, wishing it could swallow the girl in his arms completely.

Han Yanliang was forced to raise his head.

There was a bit of confusion in her slightly raised apricot eyes. She could clearly feel Shen Yijue's love and restraint, passion and reluctance, like steel turned into softness around the fingers, like a rose blooming on thorns. .

He is different tonight than usual...

Candles rolled down.

When the love was deep, Shen Yijue suddenly opened his eyes.

The desire in his pupils quietly dissipated, leaving only self-control and clarity.

The beauty in her arms has her cloak stretched to the floor, her shoulders half exposed, her golden hairpin falling on the dressing table, her full head of hair hanging down from her cheeks, making her small face extraordinarily beautiful and charming, while her watery apricot eyes stare at her in confusion. Looking at him, the color of her lips was a color that even peony lipstick could not describe.

He slowly raised his hand and caressed the corner of her mouth with his rough fingertips.

He endured the pain and slowly took two steps back.

He whispered: "I'm sorry... I tried my best not to care about your past, but that scene in the afternoon reminded me again of what you and Adi had done, and I couldn't accept it. I still want to marry a pure and pure Gao A noble lady."

Pure and pure, a noble girl from a noble family.

Han Yanliang listened quietly, her confused expression gradually calmed down.

Shen Yijue lowered his head, the scar under his left eye beating ferociously.

I'm sorry, I once said I would protect you, but I broke my promise tonight.

I once vowed to marry you, but I could only give you up.

sorry……

Not daring to look at Han Yanliang's face, and not daring to stay any longer, he left quickly with red eyes.

The door is open.

The night wind blew in and blew out the scattered lights.

The moonlight is soft.

The girl was still leaning on the dressing table.

The blood on her cheeks had faded away, her long and curled eyelashes scattered gloomy clouds in her pupils, but her red lips were particularly abrupt, like a resentful girl in the long night.

She blinked her long eyelashes but did not cry.

She sat demurely in front of the makeup mirror, picked up her eyebrow pencil, and carefully traced her eyebrows.

She was humming Shu songs, her expression was so careless, but her eyebrow-drawing hands were shaking badly, and the slender eyebrow tails flew diagonally into her temples, adding a bit of charm.

The young man dressed in white and snowy stepped across the threshold.

He treated the wound on his neck and changed into a high-gown attire. Under the moonlight, he was noble and elegant, like a handful of crystal snow on the mountain.

He stared at Han Yanliang, his pale lips raised gently.

He leaned down behind Han Yanliang, gently held her face with his hands from behind, and looked at the bronze mirror with her: "Yanyan, he doesn't want you anymore, does he? You see, there are men in this world who are willing to treat you well." , or it’s just me.”

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