The lady of a good match

Wei Shuhan's gaze was always on Yan Qing's face. In his previous life, he had the opportunity to get close to Yan Qing. Most of the time, he drank alcohol and put down his body in a cool way to make people get close.

In the previous life, before getting rid of Yan Minghuan, they were brother-in-law and brother-in-law. After getting rid of Yan Minghuan, they met as colleagues in the court.

It wasn't until Yan's family was ransacked and beheaded that Yan Qing was only able to get in touch with him in those days when he was accompanied by the green lamp in the temple... But, after all, the fate was shallow. After three years of mourning in Yan's house, Yan Qing committed suicide by taking poison. For a moment he finally held him in his arms, but unfortunately it was the last time.

After that, he fell into a slump, borrowed his injuries and returned to the farmland. In the end, he failed to rehabilitate the Yan family, failed to prove that the Yan family was wronged... and died in depression.

"Ahem... I'm a little drunk. You should eat something and go to bed early. We will be a family in the future. I will serve you with a few sensible people."

After finishing the drink, Yan Qing stood up and walked directly outside.

Wei Shuhan put down the wine glass, chased after him and grabbed his hand:

"Festival night in the bridal chamber, where are you going? Even if it's to save face, you have to be considerate."

Wei Shuhan has strong hands, he is a martial arts practitioner after all, 20 years old, and his appearance is gradually becoming mature, while 17-year-old Yan Qing is just a white-faced scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken. Where is his opponent? Without breaking free for the first time, he said to him:

"What kind of house are two men burrowing into? I don't understand the etiquette of male love... Besides, I just married you in for my brother. Don't worry about these red tapes. You don't need to embarrass yourself with these lowly things... Treat Yan's mansion as a Your own home, don't treat yourself as my wife."

They are all innocent people. He is not Yan Minghuan, and he will never be inferior to a beast like Yan Minghuan. He just needs to protect Wei Shuhan. Isn't it ridiculous to treat the Yan family's biggest enemy in the future kindly, but there is only one There is a way.

Moreover, in terms of the physical difference between him and Wei Shuhan, there are some things that he can't handle. Well, he doesn't know how to do it. Even if he has two lives, he is still relatively blank in this regard.

Wei Shuhan still didn't let go of his hand, he stared fixedly at the man who had become lazy because he was slightly drunk, wishing to pull him into his arms with all his strength, but he couldn't do this, it would scare people, he now Just a bereaved dog, can't be so rude.

Yan Qing struggled a few more times, but still couldn't break free. After a long stalemate, she could only frown and smile bitterly:

"You are so stubborn..."

"I..." Wei Shuhan was at a loss for words, and subconsciously let go of his hand.

Yan Qing withdrew his hand, moved his wrist, thought for a while and said:

"It's wrong not to stay in the new house on the wedding night, and you won't be able to talk in front of the servants in the future. How about this, I'll just spend the night in the outside room, and tomorrow morning you and I will serve tea to my mother... "

Hearing what he said, Wei Shuhan stepped forward again to hold him back, and said in a deep voice:

"Friends in the same class, brothers and sisters, sharing the same bed is normal, not to mention you and I are married, isn't it reasonable to share the same bed? In autumn, sleeping on a soft couch will catch cold."

He remembered that Yan Qing was weak, with some congenital deficiencies, he would get sick if he was not careful, and he was still like this in his previous life when he was in a high position. If it wasn't for the emperor's kindness, his body would have collapsed long ago.

Dijun, in this life, Yan Qing belongs to him alone, and no one can covet it.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help but drag him into the back room, so what if he was married on behalf of him, the one who married him was Yan Qing, and he only knew this person in his whole life.

"All right……"

Yan Qing had no choice but to stagger with him into the back room, and when he came to the bed, he just wanted to throw his hands away, but he didn't want to lean over and both of them fell on the new bed. When his dizzy head came to his senses, Wei Shuhan was already pressing on him, and he was undoing his belt with his hands on his waist...