On the night of my wedding, I was raped by a yandere villain

Li Fangru was still crying, her pear blossoms were covered with rain, and her already plain-looking expression made her even more fragile and vulnerable.

At this moment, a pair of boots suddenly stood in front of him.

When the beauty looked up, she saw a eunuch looking at her calmly.

This eunuch is tall and handsome, with a handsome face, a cold complexion and deep eyes.

He looked down at her with his head down and a half-smile.

Li Fangru was stunned.

There were still crystal tears on her face, and she said quietly: "Who are you?"

Yangchuan's expression remained unchanged, with a hint of depth hidden in his eyes, "Mother, the ground is cold, I will help you up."

Li Fangru was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Okay."

Immediately, Yangchuan stretched out a hand in front of her.

Li Fangru stretched out her hand and put her hand in his palm.

The moment they touched each other, both of them were filled with inexplicable emotions.

Those are two completely different hands.

A delicate and soft one with a faint fragrance.

One is broad and cold, with an eerie roughness.

Seeing Li Fangru standing still, Yangchuan looked at her without leaving any trace.

The woman's face is delicate and small, with a small red mole on the high bridge of her nose.

Her eyelashes are curved and her full lips are moist and red.

And her skin was smooth and delicate, and seemed to have a clean luster.

Feeling the other party's gaze, Li Fangru turned around, frowned and asked: "Father-in-law, what are you doing?"

Yangchuan's expression remained unchanged, but his voice became much gentler, "When I passed by here just now, I saw a few young eunuchs being rude to the empress, so I thought of coming over to have a look."

"It's a pity that it was too late when we arrived, and we couldn't stop them from hurting the queen."

Li Fangru's expression improved a little. She nodded slightly and thanked Yang Chuan: "Thank you very much, father-in-law. It's just a pity that they took my silver."

This Li Fangru was the daughter of a small county in a remote town. She was brought into the palace only after His Majesty drafted her earlier.

However, His Majesty has many favored concubines, and considering her status, it is not surprising that she is compared with many other noble ladies.

Especially because of her tepid temperament, she has been in the palace for more than half a year and has not been summoned by His Majesty.

Now even the money she had on her body was taken away. Unfortunately, her maidservant was still ill.

Thinking of this, Li Fangru wrinkled unconsciously, feeling sad and desolate in her heart.

On the side, Yangchuan looked at Li Fangru's expression.

Seeing her look lost, he knew her situation clearly.

Yangchuan then chuckled and said, "Your Majesty, I still have some silver here. If you don't mind it, you can take it to the palace for emergency relief."

When Li Fangru heard this, her eyes opened wide.

She has a round face and big eyes. When she opens them, she looks even more cute in a different way.

"Really? Do you really want to lend it to me?"

Yangchuan smiled and said, "That's natural."

Li Fangru hesitated again, "But I can't give it back to you right now."

Yangchuan shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter. I believe that if the empress is favored by the emperor in the future, she will definitely not forget this slave."

Li Fangru burst into tears of gratitude, and her smiling face suddenly turned from sadness to joy.

Her smile was gentle and soothing, as if the warm spring breeze could melt the snow on the iceberg.

After the two of them finished talking, Yangchuan bowed to Li Fangru and said goodbye.

Li Fangru stood behind him and suddenly remembered something.

"Um...by the way, what's your name?"

Yangchuan turned his head, his cold eyes filled with a rare smile: "Slave Yangchuan, I am on duty at Yonghe Palace."

After saying that, Yangchuan added: "I believe we will meet again soon."

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Let's talk about Wei Anning. Because she couldn't resist Yin Mohan's stubbornness, she went to Yin Mohan's Yonghe Palace every day for several days in a row.

The boy's injuries were still not healed, and instead of getting better, his complexion was even more serious than before.

Wei Anning couldn't help but ask Yin Mohan: "Why does this injury happen so repeatedly? Is it because the doctor who treated it is not good at medical skills? Do you want to replace it?"

At that time, Yin Mohan coughed a few times, and his voice was shallow and hoarse.

"It's okay. I probably didn't get enough rest last night. I'll be fine after I take a nap."

When Wei Anning heard this, he immediately became energetic.

"How about I go back first and you have a good rest."

But Yin Mohan immediately took her hand and said, "No, Thirteen doesn't want to be alone. I want you to stay with me, Miss."

Wei Anning:...

So, in the end, Yin Mohan went to sleep on the couch alone because he felt unwell.

But Wei Anning was speechless.

Why is he still holding his hand when he sleeps?

As soon as she moved, the sleeping boy would hold her wrist harder.

So much so that Wei Anning waited for a long time, until the sun gradually set, before she got the chance to return home.

He Dayou has been coming to see him from time to time these days.

Hearing Wei Anning's description, He Dayou pretended to frown deeply.

"Hmph, little Anzi, I'll go with you to have a look tomorrow. That kid might be faking it."

Wei Anning glanced at He Dayou and said, "Come on, you'd better not go. If you go, his condition may get worse again."

He Dayou curled his lips and said, "I am doing this for your own good, Xiao Anzi. Now that he has been recognized by His Majesty, if you are involved in it, it will be very difficult for the Queen Mother to turn around."

Wei Anning glanced at He Dayou, wondering when this brat would analyze things clearly.

However, He Dayou reminded her that Yin Mohan was a dangerous character.

If you provoke him yourself, I'm afraid it won't be enough for you to die.

Thinking of this, her heart trembled.

The next day.

Yin Mohan got up early as usual.

As soon as he woke up, he started to look outside the palace.

Yangchuan knew his intention, and immediately comforted him: "Your Highness, Miss An Ning should have just gotten up at this moment, and she will not come here for a while."

Yin Mohan nodded.

While Yang Chuan was speaking, he handed Yin Mohan a knife with a normal expression.

At this time, Yin Mohan, who was originally weak and weak, is not half the same as he was before.

His face was cold, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and there was determination in his eyes.

He took the knife, the expression in his eyes unchanged.

Ignoring the fact that Yang Chuan was still standing beside him, he directly touched the wrist on his own hand.

Suddenly, the wounds that had scabbed over began to bleed profusely again.

Blood flowed down his wrist.

Yangchuan has long been accustomed to this scene.

He handed over the veil and planned to give it to Yin Mohan.

But the young eunuch outside the palace suddenly came to report.

"Your Highness, the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion just sent someone to report that she has something to do today, so she won't come over."

Yin Mohan's hand holding the knife froze, and his expression turned cold.

The original hope in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by a cold scoff.

He threw the knife onto Yangchuan's tray nonchalantly.

He picked up the square handkerchief and wiped it with disgust.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly and he let out a cold scoff: "You little liar, are you so cruel?"