After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Under the pomegranate tree.

Han Yanliang picked up the tea cup and found that the tea was drinking to the bottom.

She got up and went to the kitchen to get tea.

Stepping into the kitchen, just setting up the stove to boil hot water, Shen Yichao followed.

He leaned against the door.

The spring sun came through the window, and the beauty with her big sleeve skirt wagging on the floor, holding a light green pu fan, methodically fanning the charcoal in the stove, and her eyelashes jumping on her white cheeks, her slightly raised apricot eyes were still charming. Merry.

He looked at it, and there were many pasts in his mind.

Han Yanliang is the leader of Tianshu, seemingly pampered and charming, but she is definitely not a lazy woman.

When he was sick and feverish in Jinguancheng, she had taken care of him personally, just as diligently as she personally cooked tea for her brother.

She has always been a good woman.

Unfortunately, he didn't care about it at that time.

At that time, he only cared about her humble background, he could not see her good.

She never expected that she would be the illegitimate daughter of Luoyang prefect.

Shen Yichao sat on the low pier in the kitchen and watched the cold smoke and cold cooking tea quietly.

The beauty is wide-sleeved and light, and as she plays the fan, what he smells is not the smell of coke, but the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms.

Han Yanliang chuckled: "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, is this place like the kitchen, is it that Shen Xiaolang should come? Your hair is still dry, let's go for a walk in the sun."

The implication is not to disturb her here.

Shen Yichao whispered: "The gentleman goes to the kitchen, not that he can't enter the kitchen, but that he should not kill. You quoted it wrong."

The cold smoke was silent for a while.

Shen Yichao came here to make her angry, right?

She put down the fan, stabbed the stove with iron tongs, and sneered: "I came from a third-class education, and naturally I don't read as much as Shen Xiaolangjun. Although I can only recognize a few words, I really don't need Shen Xiaolangjun to laugh at me."

Shen Yichao: "I didn't laugh at you, I just told the truth."

Han Yanliang took a deep breath, and had the urge to hit the kettle on his face.

With a black face, she stabbed the stove with iron tongs, splashing countless sparks and charcoal.

Shen Yichao coughed a few times, then lowered his eyes and curled his thin lips: "I know you don't like me now, and you even hate me a little bit. I also admit that in the past I took the blame, we two Seven points are wrong with me."

Han Yanliang originally didn't want to talk to him about the past. Seeing that he insisted on mentioning it, and divided the mistakes so clearly, he couldn't help but smile: "Shen Xiaolangjun meant that there are still three points to be my fault? I don't know where I was wrong. where?"

"The fault lies in not knowing my origin." Shen Yichao analyzed seriously, "If you knew that you were the daughter of the Luoyang prefect, then it would not be impossible for me to marry you. Why are we doing this?"

Han Yanliang turned his head.

She clenched her fist and punched her chest hard.

Lively by Shen Yi's tide to chest tightness!

"Yanyan," Shen Yichao handed her a bowl of tea, staring at her distorted face, with a particularly good voice, "I want to pursue you again. This time, I am still Shen Jialangjun, and you, you don’t Then there is the cold smoke of Yulouchun. You are the eldest lady of the Yin family and the daughter of the prefect of Luoyang. Yanyan, you give me one last chance, okay?"

Han Yanliang took the tea bowl.

She poured all the bowl of tea on Shen Yichao's head.

She raised her vermilion lips and spoke clearly: "Fuck."

The amber tea rolled down Shen Yechao's cheeks, dyeing his white clothes a large brown.

The tea drenched his head and soiled his freshly washed hair.

His throat rolled slightly, and for a long time, he suddenly raised his voice: "Cold smoke!"

Han Yanliang provoked: "Why?"

Shen Yichao suddenly grabbed her hand and kissed her lips regardless.

"Shen Yichao!"

Han Yanliang exclaimed.

While struggling, I don’t know who kicked the stove, the hot pot of water splashed all over the floor, and the scarlet charcoal fire was spilled everywhere. Shen Yichao stepped on the tea leaf and slipped and fell embarrassedly on the charcoal fire!

Cold smoke and cold eyes and quick hands.

She grabbed Shen Yichao's wrist and the other hand around his waist. She hugged him and rotated in the air for half a circle, and finally fell heavily on the charcoal fire.

Shen Yichao lay on her, staring at her blankly: "Smoke, Yanyan?"

The sound of burning flesh is shocking.

Han Yanliang's pretty face was white, she pushed Shen Yichao away suddenly, and tumbled neatly into the big water tank in the corner of the kitchen.

Shen Yichao was dull for a long time before turning around and rushing to the water tank: "Smoke!"

The lost and recovered ecstasy rushed out of my heart.

Han Yanliang must still like him, otherwise, how could he give up his life to protect him? !

At the door of the kitchen, Xiao Yi and others rushed to hear the sound.

They all saw the scene of cold smoke and cool protecting Shen Yichao.

The atmosphere is weird.

Nan Baoyi secretly glanced at Shen Yijue.

The general, who was already a yin bird, had a darker expression. The scar under his left eye was hideously twisted, and his hands hung in his sleeves clenched into fists. Nan Baoyi could even clearly perceive his body as tight as a bowstring.

She looked at Shen Yichao again.

He lay on the edge of the water tank, calling for Boss Han's nickname, with concern and love.

A new love and an old love are still brothers.

This is really...

Shura field.

She was about to ask the maid to go to the government doctor to ease the tension by the way, and Shen Yijue suddenly strode away blankly, as if to kill someone to vent her anger.

Nan Baoyi didn't dare to get out of the air and looked at Xiao Yi tentatively.

Xiao Yi smiled lazily and leaned over to her and whispered, "Jiaojiao, let's leave it alone."

...

He said don't care, but Nan Baoyi couldn't let go of the cold smoke.

Privately, she didn't want Boss Han to get involved with Shen Yichao.

She came to the wing with her refreshment. Boss Han’s wounds were properly bandaged, a red skirt was tied around her waist, and circles of gauze were wrapped around her upper body. She didn’t wear a bra. The collarbone and waist were exposed in the tent, which was very charming. enchanting.

She leaned on the bed, not knowing where the pipe was obtained, or how long she had smoked, and a layer of soot had fallen on the floor.

Looking up to see her coming in, she praised: "We, Nan Jiaojiao, are interested and know to come and visit me."

Nan Baoyi put down the tray, her face worried.

She took the cold smoky pipe and whispered: "General Shen is angry, and there is no one in sight all afternoon. Boss Han, who do you really love? Since you have cut off with Shen Yichao, why protect him? You didn't see it at the time, General Shen's face was black!"

Han Yanliang tilted his head.

She couldn't smoke, so she ate melon seeds and said while eating: "Actually, I didn't think too much at the time, so I did it subconsciously. It's the same if I change someone else, even if it's a little girl I don't know, I will do it. Make the same choice. It has nothing to do with love, but just the instinct of the strong."

Nan Baoyi stared into her eyes: "Do you really like Shen Yichao?"