A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Jiang Shuo turned around and paused for a moment when he saw the man clearly, then slowly narrowed his eyes.

The young man raised his head slightly, he was full of heroic spirit, his complexion was a healthy wheat color, his hair was slightly curly, and his tail was tied up in a high ponytail with a red ribbon. His brows were full of pride, and his deep and handsome facial features revealed a rather mature and wild spirit. , with an arrogant expression and the high-spiritedness of a young man.

It's an extremely eye-catching existence.

Not far away, they saw a middle-aged man sitting on a horse rushing towards them with a gun in hand.

Jiang Shuo remained calm in the face of danger, raised his lips and sneered: "Tsk, who can't afford it so much that they invited my father-in-law and brother-in-law here."

"Who are you?" The owner of the spear pointed the tip of the spear at Jiang Shuo and asked in a deep voice. Now that Ye Qingwan was in his hands, there was no chance that Jiang Shuo would threaten them as a hostage, so he did not dare to do what he did just now. act rashly.

Jiang Shuo chuckled, "I'll tell you when I see you again."

"What kind of man is he who is timid if he has the ability to kidnap people but not the ability to take off his mask and show his true face?" The young man was indignant but helpless.

Seeing Ye Cheng coming, Shen Heng also planned to take action again. Jiang Shuo knew that he was no match for the three of them. He jumped up with Ye Qingwan in his arms, landed on a high place, looked at Shen Heng meaningfully, and then moved his hands Sa, waved to them, Hongsha Xunxun, and soon disappeared.

Ye Qingwan fell rapidly from the sky.

The cold wind beside her ears was like a knife, destroying her tender cheeks.

The bright red clothes are like gorgeous butterfly wings, fluttering in the cold wind. They are incredibly beautiful, yet so fragile.

"Wanwan!"

"Awan!"

Except for the crazy sound of the wind, Ye Qingwan could no longer hear anyone calling her. Her long eyelashes trembled and she slowly closed her eyes.

The young man dropped his spear and tried to catch the fallen man.

Shen Heng jumped up, quickly passed by the young man, spread out his arms, and firmly caught the falling girl when she was still more than ten meters away from the ground.

The young man's attention was previously focused on Ye Qingwan and Jiang Shuo. It was not until Shen Heng caught them before him that the young man looked at him.

The young man raised his eyes and was about to thank Shen Heng and take Ye Qingwan back, when he saw a face that looked like ice and snow, and he suddenly choked on the words that came to his lips.

"King Yi?" The young man was slightly shocked for a while, then frowned and thanked him.

Shen Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms, and hummed in a neutral tone.

Ye Qingwan still closed her eyes. She didn't know whether she fainted when she fell, or she didn't want to open her eyes to face the chaotic scene.

"Wanwan-wanwan!"

Ye Cheng took Ye Qingwan over from Shen Heng and called her anxiously for a long time.

Li Yu hurriedly came over, feeling very guilty. He hesitated and didn't know whether he should speak or what to say. In the end, he had no choice but to bow his hands and call Ye Cheng, "Father-in-law."

"Who is your father-in-law?" Ye Cheng immediately frowned and turned his head to glare at Li Yu, his face as fierce as a leopard.

Li Yu was stunned and a little embarrassed. Just when he was about to explain, the tip of Panhan's gun was pointed at his neck.

He squinted his eyes and saw the young man picking up the spear again. The contempt in his eyes could not be concealed, but he was particularly proud.

"Do you want to marry Wanwan?" the young man asked.

Li Yu, who has worked under Shen Heng for many years, has long been accustomed to having sharp objects pointed at his neck, so he calmly asked: "May I ask? Why do you call me madam so affectionately?"

Although I have thought that this person must be Ye Qingwan's brother Ye Yang, the way this person looked at Ye Qingwan just now was too straightforward. Not only did he care for his sister as an elder brother, but he also expressed his concern for his beloved. Human nostalgia and affection.

That's not the way a brother should look at his sister.

The young man was very tall and standing at a high place. He could be said to be looking down at Li Yu from a high position.

"Ye Yin is my sister." As expected.

The young man turned his eyes to Ye Qingwan, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and added: "She is also my unmarried wife."

Hearing this, Shen Heng cast a rather confused look.

"How is that possible?!" Li Yu felt as if he had been struck by lightning and couldn't believe it.

The young man said casually: "The person you are marrying today made a marriage contract with me a long time ago." He turned his eyes and scanned everyone present with his sharp eyes, and sneered loudly, "What is it? Whoever made the decision and married my wife to you has ever asked me if I would agree?"

He only heard from his father that his sister would get married today. As for whose wishes it was, he didn't know, and his parents didn't tell him.

He only knew that with Ye Qingwan's temperament, even if she didn't want to marry him, she would never marry a man who was unknown and had no merit except his face.

This kind of guy who has no power to restrain a chicken is not a man. Ye Qingwan can't even look down on him even if he is blind, let alone them.

That is, someone used unscrupulous methods to forcefully marry her, or Ye Qingwan was forced to do so.

Li Yu looked at Ye Cheng in shock, as if he wanted to get a reasonable explanation.

"Qingchen and Wanwan are not related by blood." Ye Cheng snorted from his nose. He didn't know that Li Yu was the Marquis, so he had the same idea as Ye Qingchen, and looked down on the thin skin and tender meat in front of him. A pretty boy who is so weak that he wants status but no identity, and wants status but no status.

Even if he knew, what could he do? At most, he was just a powerful pretty boy, but Ye Cheng still looked down upon him.

Nothing could compare to the son he and his wife raised personally, who was perfect in every aspect.

Li Yu suddenly realized it, and the last trace of blood on his face was finally gone.

Ye Yin, Ye Qingwan.

Ye Yang, Ye Qingchen.

The sound is similar to yin, and there is a relationship between yin and yang that is mutually dependent, and neither can exist without the other.

Morning and evening, day and night, represent even more meanings.

Whether looking at it by name or cousin, the relationship between the two of them is by no means as simple as brother and sister.

Finally, Ye Cheng and others thanked Shen Heng and took Ye Qingwan back to the General's Mansion.

The boy who was handing out wedding candies outside the house was frightened when he saw Ye Cheng approaching with a dark face.

"Where's Ye Sheng? Call that bastard out!"

Maybe he was in a hurry, but Ye Cheng was still wearing silver armor, his face was as dark as water, and the angry flames in the eyes of his sword were so intense that it seemed like the sparks that popped out could burn people to ashes.

He was tall and muscular. Standing in front of the young man as thin as a quail, he cast a huge shadow that completely enveloped him, making people feel full of pressure.

The boy's legs were shaking like chaff. He probably felt guilty. He knelt down directly to Ye Cheng and Ye Qingchen, and said tremblingly: "Come back, come back, master, I don't know!!"

The daughter fell into a coma and the housekeeper was not at home. She desperately wanted to know the whole story but no one told her. Ye Cheng was really angry to the extreme and kicked the boy until he rolled over several times and angrily shouted: "Trash! !Go and get the person back!"

The boy was kicked so hard that he couldn't find his head. He held his chest in severe pain, stood up with support on the pillar, and hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"What about Ning Xiuya?"

A soft and sweet female voice came from the carriage that had just stopped in front of the house, but the voice was cold, like the cold wind of three-nine days, with a long tail tone, as refreshing as frost.
Chapter completed!