After Time Travel, I Married the Heroine and Her Brother

Of course Ye Ping knew how shocking this proposal was to her mother. In this era, the mother clan is the sky behind her. But the sky of the Wang family will not protect their Ye family, instead it is the chief culprit of their family's downfall.

The Wang family regards them as ants, but they can't really treat themselves as mud that others will trample on.

"Mother, if you go to the Wang family at this time, if my guess is correct, they will definitely threaten you with the matter of the eldest brother. If you don't agree to let me marry into the Zhao family, then the future of the eldest brother will be over. I am not a selfish person." , I'm just worried that once this kind of thing sets a precedent, it will happen again and again in the future, and we will be subject to the Wang family forever."

Ye Lian understood what the eldest sister said, the academy is not a closed place, of course he has heard the rumors and discussions outside. Some malicious people deliberately made fun of him, and their words were unpleasant.

He is young, but he can tell right from wrong. Parents are by no means clinging to the powerful, and the eldest sister is not as shameless as they say. And the character of Mr. Zhao, although he doesn't know what those people's words mean, but it is definitely not a good thing.

"Mother, it's a big deal that my son won't study in the future...Don't let the eldest sister marry that Mr. Zhao."

With tears in her eyes, Wang looked at her daughter for a while, and her son for a while, feeling as if a knife was piercing her heart.

"Pingniang..."

"Mother, the Wang family has never regarded us as relatives. They have treated us as servants of the Wang family. They beat us as much as we want, and sell us as soon as we want. If you really have something to do, will they be your reliance?"

Wang's words froze, and the tears welled up even more.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Wang is still crying.

Ye Ping stopped trying to persuade her, but told Er Fu to take Ye Lian back to rest first.

In the silent room, the mother and daughter were speechless.

The outside is getting darker inch by inch, the golden light of the setting sun is dimming little by little, the remaining warmth is gradually blown away by the cold wind, and the chirping of tired birds returning to their nests can still be vaguely heard.

When the lanterns under the eaves were lit, Aunt Zhong came back with a pale face, saying that it was rumored that the Wang family was extremely disappointed with their Ye family. I feel sad that they sell their daughters for glory in order to become rich, and they also say that they condoned their sons and disrespected their teachers, and that the Wang family is in vain as a daughter of the Wang family.

After hearing this, Wang's pale face became more and more bloodless, and her body was crumbling. She didn't dare to look directly into her daughter's eyes, regretting all the entanglements she had just had.

It turned out that she was the only one who cared about the bond of flesh and blood.

She struggled to get up and asked Aunt Zhong to help her change her clothes.

This went until late at night, and when she came back, her face was ashen.

Standing in the yard, looking up is the sky, looking back is the dark night. The lights in the son's and daughter's houses were turned off, and only the lanterns under the eaves were still on.

Her figure is so thin, lonely and helpless. As if in an instant, the natal home that she thought could shelter her from the wind and rain collapsed, leaving her standing alone in a daze.

Pingniang's guess was right, the aunt first scolded her for being useless in teaching her daughter, then mocked their Ye family for being useless, and finally told her hypocritically. If she is willing to marry Pingniang to the Zhao family, there is still room for Lian'er's affairs to turn around.

The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, the aunt is killing her. Her fate is nothing, but her children are not surnamed Wang! The aunt also said to let her think about it for a day. If she still doesn't know what to do, don't blame the Wang family for not recognizing her as a married woman.

She closed her eyes in pain and shook her body.

Aunt Zhong hurried forward and supported her.

"Ma'am, you are still sick, go back to your room and rest."

Wang looked at her daughter's room, mourning endlessly, "I...I'm sorry for Pingniang, I'm sorry for Brother Lian. They shouldn't have been born in my womb, I..."

"Madam, the eldest girl and the eldest son are sensible children, they must understand your difficulties."

After suppressed sobs, the master and servant entered the house.

Ye Ping was actually not asleep, she had been standing by the window, watching the night quietly. The peach tree in front of the window swayed with the wind, and the faint fragrance of flowers became more and more quiet in the cold.

Some things are useless to be said by others. Only by experiencing it personally can we make up our minds.

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The night was as dark as lacquer, but the lights of the criminal prison were as red as blood. The wall fire jumped up and down, like the flames of ghost fire devouring the souls of the dead in the depths of the underworld. Rows of torture tools with sharp hooks glowed with a chilling cold light.

The foul smell and **** stench mixed together, filling the entire dungeon. The death row inmates with messy and blurred faces were crying and laughing, with crazy laughter, scolding, and begging for mercy.

Amidst the fiery and **** strangeness, a man in a dark green official uniform slowly walked from the depths.

Cold eyebrows, solemn eyes.

He approached step by step, as if stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Yin flags are hunting and ghosts are crying. The scarlet fire reflected on his face, half **** and half Zhaoming.

After leaving the prison, the night was cold and breezy.

Walking alone, lonely shadows. Walking to a place where no one was around, a black figure appeared from nowhere, knelt down in front of him, and whispered clearly what happened today.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the black shadow disappeared in a flash.

Wen Yu looked towards the south of the city with a charming expression.

That little girl became more and more daring, and she used his name to show off her power everywhere. Should he let her know that those who dare to take advantage of him are either unborn or dead.

The two guards at the door curled up into a ball, talking in low voices.

"According to what Miss Ye said, he and Mr. Wen are really in love with each other?"

"Perhaps, Ms. Ye said it. So far, Mr. Wen has never said a word. I think it is more or less thoughtful. I heard that Ms. Ye was born like a peach and plum, and she is extremely beautiful. The so-called A gentle lady is a gentleman, a hero is sad to be a beauty, no matter how powerful Mr. Wen is, he is still a man."

"Who says no? Who doesn't want to sleep with a soft woman in this cold weather. If I want to have a background and appearance like Master Wen, I will definitely enjoy the blessings of all people in the world."

"You poor monkey, just like you, it would be nice to have a daughter-in-law to warm your bed."

Suddenly a burst of cold air hit, they all fell silent, looking at the dark green figure with horror on their faces. They are well aware of the methods of Mr. Wen, he is the most ruthless and cold-blooded person.

They didn't fulfill their duties and criticized Mr. Wen. Mr. Wen would definitely peel their skins.

Wen Yu didn't stop, and went straight out.

After walking far away, the two people over there who were too frightened to move were wiping cold sweat as if they had survived a catastrophe. They were both grateful and surprised in their hearts, secretly thinking that Mr. Wen seemed to have become much kinder recently.

Could it be that he had really tasted the taste of love, so he became humane?

Thanks to Ms. Ye, Ms. Ye is really their great benefactor.

…

Ye Ping didn't sleep peacefully, and felt that someone was watching her while she was half asleep and half awake.

She seemed to be in a warm room again, trembling with naked clothes. The cold waist knife slid across her body, making her tremble with fear.

The waist knife moved back and forth on her body, obviously she seemed to be wearing clothes and covering the quilt, but it seemed that the knife was sticking to her skin. She thought frightfully, if this is a dream, wake up quickly.

Consciousness is awake, but the dream is not awake.

The waist knife was pressed against her face, and the cold touch was like a cold-blooded poisonous snake. She felt Shen Han's eyes looking at her, as if she wanted to see through her skin to see the structure inside.

Does this person want to kill her again?

Why?

She carefully recalled everything that happened before, and vaguely guessed something. So the King Wen went crazy and didn't sleep at night because she said that two people are not in love, how can outsiders know?

This sentence can advance or retreat, he denied it, so why use a knife to scare people. Furthermore, if he really wanted her life, he could have killed her with a knife while she was asleep just now, instead of slithering around to play tricks on people.

She turned inside out, avoiding Sen Han with the knife at her waist.

"Ayu..."

Not murderous.

"Ayu, I really like you... Please..."

Hearing her raving, Wen Yu put away his waist knife.

This little girl has probably forgotten what he does. He dealt with those people every day, so how could he fail to see her simple tricks.

Ye Ping became more courageous, and reckoned that this person would not kill herself. Just when she felt relieved, she felt a sense of oppression approaching in an instant, and the warm breath blew past her ears along with the cold voice.

"what do you like about me?"

"I like you... you are fair, beautiful and have long legs... hee..."

"What do you want from me?"

"Please...please let me like you."

No one could speak quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, the feeling of suffocation slowly dissipated.

Ye Ping still kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and let out a slow breath.