The lady of a good match

The Yan Mansion is as rich as a country, but its population is not very high. The mansion occupies a very wide area, and it has everything you need in it. Waterside pavilions, terraces, carved railings and painted buildings. Every part is luxurious and elegant. It is divided into small courtyards with different styles, each with its own unique flavor. .

Take Lanting Garden where Mrs. Yan lives as an example. The orchids in the courtyard are the result of years of collection by Mrs. Yan and the master. Apart from being pleasing to the eye, some varieties are priceless, and everyone who has seen them admires them.

"Madam, the Second Young Master and Young Madam are here."

The little servant girl stepped forward to remind Yan Qing and Wei Shuhan to wait at a distance. They came late after all. I hope that mother will not blame her. However, she was anxious, so Yan Qing still comforted Wei Shuhan:

"My mother has always been tolerant and generous in her dealings with others. You don't have to be too nervous. I wasted time by getting up late. If she blames me later, just leave it to me. You don't need to say too much."

Wei Shuhan's heart warmed up, and he tightened his hand a little more, and replied in a low voice, "I know."

On this day in his previous life, he was overly humiliated by Yan Minghuan on his wedding night. He was dragged up by Yan Minghuan early in the morning to serve tea to his parents. Kicked down the hall, and was splashed with tea, and finally...

In the end, Yan Minghuan started a life that was not as good as pigs and dogs. Yan Minghuan used some heretical drugs to make him unable to use his internal strength and kung fu, custom-made shackles to restrict his freedom, and then bullied him in different ways with those dudes...

Just thinking about it now, he wants to wipe out Yan Minghuan's family!Fortunately, there is no need to offer tea to them today, otherwise he is not sure if he can control it.

"Well, what's wrong with you..."

Wei Shuhan's hand was suddenly scratched by force, and when he turned his head, he saw that he had lowered his eyes, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking. There was an evil spirit emanating from his body, and Yan Qing had to use the other hand to pinch his hand. the back of the hand.

"Extraordinarily cold..."

The slight pain woke Wei Shuhan up, and he let go of his hand. Yan Qing's palm was red from being scratched, and he hastily pulled it out and shook it:

"I said you don't need to be nervous, mother won't embarrass you... In the original marriage, father had mother's consent."

The whole family, only the mother agrees, oh, and he and Yan Han, it can be regarded as their family advances and retreats together.

"I...I'm sorry," Wei Shuhan took a deep breath, looked at the back of his red hand, held it up again and blew it near his mouth, "I remembered something, I'm sorry, I hurt you..."

"Uh, it's alright..."

Maybe he remembered the tragedy at home, Yan Qing thought, but his heart skipped a beat by his actions, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but Wei Shuhan held it tightly and rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand.

"Knead it again, and it will turn red."

Wei Shuhan took it for granted, and didn't let go until he accidentally caught a glimpse of the red-faced servant girl who was standing beside the messenger, and the little servant girl stammered when she saw that they were kissing me and I was over:

"Young Master...Young Madam... Madam let you go..."

Yan Qing was blushing up to the neck at this moment, subconsciously raised her head and looked forward, and found that her mother was looking at her, she probably saw their actions just now... Sigh, how should I explain it.

Wei Shuhan's face also became hot, and he forgot it all at once... No, it should be said that he couldn't help it. Yan Qing is a scholar, or a delicate and expensive young master. It's a bit addictive, unlike him who practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his palms are covered with layers of calluses.

Plus, after being reborn half a year ago, he studied harder and practiced harder, and now his palms seem to be covered with a layer of soft armor, which is too rough to bear to look at directly.

However, during the half a year of his filial piety in front of the mausoleum after his rebirth, he had made a lot of breakthroughs. In addition, he no longer had to worry about being framed by perverts. In a short time, he would be able to reach the peak state of his previous life, and revenge and murder would be much easier.