Yuchi Shan looked along his gaze.

The girl in the pavilion has a natural charm and is a rare beauty in the world. She wears three golden hairpins on her cloud bun, but her whole body has a strong sense of wealth and vulgarity. Unlike her, she is inappropriate when wearing gold and silver.

She looked back at Shen Yichao again.

His eyes did not blink, with thousands of resentment and admiration in his face. His bamboo-like body showed a tense posture that he had never seen before, and his body leaned forward as if he was about to take that step.

She snatched her hands uneasyly and whispered: "Is she the cold girl that Chen Langjun is thinking of? She is indeed beautiful..."

Chen Yichao did not answer.

He witnessed his brother personally tied a cloak and strap for Han Yanliang, and his eyes turned red.

Then, he turned around and left without expression.

Yuchi Shan hurriedly caught up with him: "Mr. Chen!"

The sound alarmed the people in the pavilion.

Chen Yijue and Han Yanliang looked at it and saw the familiar white figure walking away quickly, her knee-length hair tied behind her waist with a black ribbon, and her clothes were as windy as the wind, and her posture was high.

Chen Yijue's eyes immediately turned red, and quickly stepped into the corridor, blocking Chen Yichao in front of him in three or two steps.

Four eyes are opposite.

Chen Yichao avoided the other party's gaze and bowed: "Brother--"

"In your eyes, I am the brother?!" Chen Yijue interrupted him, "Follow me to see my father!"

Chen Yichao took two steps back: "Today's fruit, the next day's cause, the bitter fruit was planted by myself, and I will bear it with all my strength. I am sorry for Brother Luoyang, I apologize to Brother."

He bowed deeply.

Chen Yijue laughed furiously: "What have you been responsible for? What are you going to apologize to me? The thousands of Buddhas in the sky in Luoyang collapsed, and the soldiers who were killed need you to apologize!"

Chen Yichao lowered his head and said nothing, but his posture was resistant.

Chen Yijue rubbed his forehead and softened his tone: "Achao, follow me to Chang'an to confess my guilt. The men from the famous Shen family have not been deserters, nor have they been surrendered. They should admit their mistakes. Even if they don't turn back, they should ask for a clear conscience!"

Chen Yichao still lowered his head.

The light fell outside the corridor.

The petals fell by the steps, the beauty's lotus steps moved lightly, and the breeze rolled up her silk. Her little face was still charming and affectionate, but the slightly raised Apricot's eyes were covered with coldness.

Such a coldness hurt his heart.

He slowly raised his head, as if asking casually: "I heard you are going to get married? I wonder when will you drink the wedding wine?"

His face was light and his hands were clenched in his wide sleeves.

This question is just a decent test.

Chen Yijue said: "She has not accepted my request yet."

Chen Ying said "Oh" lightly, and a bright light appeared in her eyes like luck.

He turned to Han Yanliang: "It is probably my fault in Luoyang. The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan is not inferior to Chang'an. If you have time in the future, I will take you to enjoy it."

Han Yanyan raised the corners of his lips, smiling like a smile.

She leaned against Shen Yijue and raised her eyelids to squirt at Yuchi Shan: "I'm afraid Miss Yuchi will not agree."

She was charming, and Yuchi Shan, an unmarried girl, blushed and her heartbeat, and she waved her hand and said, "No, no..."

When she came back to her senses, she quickly shut up.

Han Yanliang chuckled lightly, his eyes softer: "Miss Yuchi is very different from the noble lady of Chang'an. I like Miss Yuchi. If Chen Xiaolangjun married you instead of Wei Chuchu, maybe nothing else would have happened later."

Yuchi Shan blushed and didn't know how to answer.

Changfeng brought the sandalwood incense on Chen Yichao's clothes to the tip of her nose.

She suddenly plucked up the courage: "My father intended to marry Mr. Chen. Although the war between the north and the south is tense, I still hope to get the blessings of Brother Shen and Miss Han."

Han Yanliang didn't hesitate at all, his eyes smiled like crescent moon: "I will give you a gift."

Chen Yichao stared at Han Yanliang.

She smiled so happily and relievedly, and even leaned against his brother without any hesitation, like a girl who was about to become the bride of the Shen family.

She really didn't care about the love between the past years.

He didn't want to call her a joke, and he never revealed the pain of longing for many months. He left the corridor with Yuchi Shan with a calm face.

Chen Yijue helped Han Yanliang support the Jin Hairpin: "The banquet is about to start, go in?"

Han Yanliang nodded and followed him to the Crane Tower with a smile: "I don't know if Jiaojiao of the Nan family will come here today. I thought of a good name for the little princess..."

She no longer mentioned the tide of contemplation.

There is no love, no resentment.

Corridor corner.

Chen Yihua leaned against the corridor column and kept breathing.

He reached out and loosened his clothes, and his scattered belt added a bit of embarrassment, like a stray dog.

Yuchi Shan is worried: "Hang Langjun--"

"Who told you to talk too much just now?" Chen Yichao suddenly opened his eyes and was angry, "What kind of marriage is there? There is no sign of the horoscope yet. What are you talking about in front of others?!"

Yuchi Shan had never seen him look furious.

She said carefully: "I like Chen Langjun. During the New Year, Chen Langjun clearly attended various banquets with his father as the new son-in-law of the Yuchi family and made friends with the powerful families in the south. I thought, I thought this marriage had been decided... I, I want to notify Chen Langjun's family..."

She observed Chen Yichao's face and said, "What's more, Chen Langjun has no way out, right? Once some roads are chosen, there is no way back to go. You clearly understand."

There is no turning back...

Chen Yichao's complexion was gloomy.

Apart from helping his aunt and Yuchi Changgong, he has no way to go.

Xiao Daoyan could not tolerate him, the Shen family could not tolerate him, and the imperial court could not tolerate him...

He really has no way to go.

...

A small boat slowly approached the island.

The ship stopped, Yuchi Beichen threw away the bamboo artemisia, jumped ashore with agility, and turned to Funan Baoyi: "Sister, be careful."

Nan Baoyi held the skirt and stepped onto the island carefully.

Looking around, the banquet had not yet begun, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras from the pavilion came faintly. There were noble women talking and joking in groups by the railings of the high platform. Officials from both north and south were all responsible and chose places with good scenery to talk and speak secretly.

She smiled slightly, shook the white jade fan, and walked towards the pavilion lightly.

After passing through a graceful bamboo forest, someone threw the temari ball on his forehead.

She covered her forehead, leaned over and picked up Xiaotemari, and looked up.

A pretty figure ran out from the bamboo forest and cursed: "Okay, Nan Jiaojiao, I have taken on so many things and taken on so many infamy. Do you still remember my sister?! When I was young in Jinguan City, my mother often said that if I had something to rush in front of me and if there was a fight, you would have forgotten, right?! In your eyes, I still have my little cousin?!"

The girl was so beautiful that she cursed and suddenly hugged Nan Baoyi and started crying.

"Jiaojiao... I miss you so much in the past two years in Northland!"

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Chapter completed!