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He looked at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and picked her up, rolled over and pressed her under him, his lips immediately pressed on.

"What are you doing? Hurt!"

"Don't do this, you will have a wound ..."

"Don't ... don't ..."

"..."

Yan Jing finally lifted her head from her chest. She was already stripped of lychee flesh, her face was red, her jade muscles were powdered, and her eyes were silky.

This sound, although it was exhortation, was soft and soft, with aura in the spoil, exhortation, just like bang.

"It's okay, I'll pay attention." He let out his waist with a sharp exit.

"Don't ..." The voice exited, it was too late, the man on him was already deeply trapped in it, and she couldn't extricate herself, and she was already deeply trapped.

At three o'clock, the oil lamp dried up and extinguished on its own. Luoxi, who regained consciousness, gasped slightly while reaching out and gently touching his right chest.

Yan Jing said, "Where are you going to touch, do you want to either?"

Luoxi couldn't help but Jiaojin, "I just want to see your injury."

"nothing."

Luoxi muttered, "Knowing your mother, I'm going to say that I can't do that.

"You don't have to worry about my mother's business. But it's your fault tonight."

"What's wrong with me, I said at first that I wouldn't let you, and I kept you stopped.

"But you hold me up."

"I do not have!"

Yan Jing didn't argue with her, just chuckled.

"Humph, I don't have it!"

"Okay, you don't."

After a moment of silence, Luoxi suddenly turned sideways to hug his neck, "You don't like that Qianmo?"

"Ok."

"Don't like other women?"

"Ok."

"Not allowed."

"..."

"Don't like it." The man was in a good mood and answered honestly as required.

"Then do you like me?" Luoxi spoke again, a little shy and happy in his voice.

"Ok."

"Say no."

"……like."

"When did you like it?"

"..."

"Say!" She pushed him.

He finally answered, "Sometimes."

"When and when?"

"It's early."

"When is it early? Is it before or after Jiangnan?"

"Sleep."

"No, you say, you can sleep only when you say that."

Luoxi shoved him gently, but he didn't answer. After a while, the man beside him made a uniform breath.

"Actually fell asleep." Luo Xi said dissatisfiedly, realizing that he was too tired to lift his eyes, listening to his breath, and then fell asleep.

After she lay in his arms and fell asleep, Yan Jing slowly opened her eyes and touched her hair in the dark night, whispering: "Some early, it's very early ..."

Luoxi clutched his arm tightly, and until now he didn't understand what had happened.

Turning his head, the dust-free Fang Tianhua halberd glowed in the light. The words of Yan ’s martyrs on the spirit card seemed to jump in the dim light, and they looked like Yan Dashan, staring at his eyes Holding her.

Yan Lie ... the name of Yan's ancestor. But what is the spirit card? What is Yan Lie? Why does his father want to kill her?

"Yan Jing, I ..."

"Are you all right?" Yan Jing turned to look at her and asked.

Luoxi shook his head, and finally asked, "What's the matter? Why ..."

"It's okay." Yan Jing turned to look at the card, took the oil lamp, and led her to the steps.

She didn't know what had happened until she came out and entered the room and dressed and washed. It's just that the previous instincts are indeed right. She shouldn't enter the secret passage, shouldn't see the spirit cards, and shouldn't embarrass Yan Jing because she shot his father.

Yan Dashan, Yan Jing, Yan Qiang, Yan Xiaoting, all martial arts, Yan Dashan said, the lives of Yan's descendants were exchanged for the blood of countless people ... what does it mean? What kind of identity does the Yan family have? Why is the spirit card not placed in the ancestral hall, but in the underground secret room?

She did n’t go to Yan Jing like he asked Qian Mo, not because he did n’t seem to want to say it, but ... she was afraid that Yan Dashan would kill her because she entered the secret room, and if she knew the answer , What happened when she knew the secrets she didn't know?

At the time of breakfast, Yan Dashan did not come, Yan Qiang looked a little strange, and looked at Yan Jing several times, but Yan Yan and Yan Xiaoting were still normal. Yan Xiaoting secretly watched Luoxi and Yan Jing while eating, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Brother ... Princess, you, you come to Yangzhou, why are you two?"

"Just call your sister-in-law." Yan Jing raised his head, glanced at several people, and then looked at Yan mother. "We came here to rescue the disaster. We encountered an assassination on the way, and we went home for a few days after being injured. We are going to Yangzhou, and we will return to Beijing when we are done ... "

The chopsticks in Yan's mother's hand slid to the table. "Go to Yangzhou? Then ... back to Beijing?"

Yan Jing looked at her with a faint sorrow on her face, "Mother, I'm sorry."

Mother Yan ’s eyes were slowly wet, her tears converged, and she went straight to want to drip. She wiped her tears and choked: "You call me mother, can I call you? You left home at the age of seventeen. No, life and death are unknown, let me cry for three years. Three years later, you came to write a letter, I only know that you are alive, since then pinched the letter hope every day, looking forward to the next ten years, and finally hope you come back, but you After staying at home for a few days, the bed didn't get hot, and I had to go ... Niang knows that you are now a big official, and when he is a prime minister, do you even want Dad and Niang? "

"Children are not filial ..." Yan Jingban lowered his head. After saying this, there was nothing more to say. Yan Mother trembles on the table, whimpering and crying.

Luoxi looked at her and finally couldn't help but say: "Mother, would you and ... father follow us to the capital?"

The mother stopped crying slowly, slowly looking up at her.

"No, we won't go." Yan Qiang, who has been sullen, suddenly said, "Mother, let them go, you and me, I will stay by your side forever."

"Why don't you go?" Luo Xi asked quickly, "Yan Jing can build a big house for you, let your maid servants wait for you, or you can live in Yanfu now, just like here, It is also a family living together, Yan Jing ... No, Yan Gao is also here, not only as here, but also better than here. "

Mother Yan looked at her and stopped crying, with a little hesitation in her eyes, while Yan Xiaoting was more attracted and looked forward to.

"Where to live, my Yan's family lives well in Hehua Town and does not go anywhere!" Yan Dashan suddenly appeared at the door, looking cold and looking at Yan Jing: "He wants to go, let him go, to This is not a medical clinic, nor are we doctors! "

"Father ..." Yan Xiaoting spoke timidly, but looking at Yan Dashan's face, he dared not say any more, hesitating for a long time, and turned to Yan Jing. Yan Jing lowered his head in silence, reaching for Luoxi on the bottom of the table and holding her tightly.

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