Yan Wei'er slowly stood up, with a dazed expression filled with too much confusion.
Yan Wuchen stood a foot away from her, with soft lines on his face, but in the end he was unable to express his tenderness vividly because of the contempt and resentment in his heart.
Is the woman in front of me really the Yan Weier who was bullied since childhood? His sister? The girl who was born as a concubine?
He shook his head unconsciously. They were the same, but so different.
This woman did nothing, said nothing, just standing there was the most stunning scenery. Her whole body was shining with noble elegance, making it difficult for people to look directly at her.
But she was obviously the girl who was beaten to death by him back then.
Yan Wuchen clenched his fists, but his face was filled with a smile. He was reduced to a servant, but she was the head mistress of the Ji Lian family.
"Sister." He said, as if he had gone through so much trouble to meet her, but he was actually filled with emotion.
Yan Wei'er turned her head to look at Feng Chuyang, and once again turned her gaze to the man in front of her, her confusion getting worse: "Sister? You call me sister?"
An expression of disbelief.
"Yes, sister Wei'er." Yan Wuchen was almost moved by himself. He accidentally mistakenly thought that he had loved and cared for this sister since childhood: "I am your brother, don't you remember me?"
Seeing that Yan Wei'er's questions were getting louder, he added: "Your name is Yan Wei'er, my name is Yan Wuchen, and you are my sister. Do you really not remember?"
Yan Wei'er shook her head and sat slumped on the chair.
At this point, the performance has reached its peak. Yan Wei'er is not prepared to stage a disgusting scene with Yan Wuchen where she cries of joy and hugs each other and weeps bitterly.
Her calm expression seemed to come out of confusion, and she said softly: "I don't remember."
Yan Wuchen almost thought that Yan Wei'er would fly into his arms next, call "brother", and cry so hard that the earth would shake.
But, it was wrong.
Her expression was so indifferent, knowing that he was her brother, she only showed a moment of surprise and doubt, and at this time, the queen was sitting there without even looking at him.
She is the queen, and he is a servant. Therefore, they cannot interact with each other, and there is no need to recognize each other. This realization made Yan Wuchen almost go crazy with anger.
Feng Chuyang took a deep look at Yan Wuchen, which immediately made the latter restrain his anger and reveal a disappointed and gloomy look in his eyes.
He whispered: "Sister..."
Yan Wei'er waved her hand in confusion: "Call me Mrs. Ji Lian." After a pause, she added: "Now a mother appears, and now a brother appears, but I have no memory at all."
Her eyes were as bright as water, and her words were endlessly frank.
Feng Chuyang's doubts were gone. During this year, he had learned that Jilian Bino did not kill the entire Yan family, but showed mercy to the female members of the Yan family, and Yan Wei'er's mother was naturally among them.
If Yan Weier concealed the matter at this time, it would mean that her amnesia was suspicious and she was deliberately playing tricks. But at this moment, in a few words, she revealed the matter about her mother.
Her expression is endlessly indifferent, even when she talks about her mother, she is endlessly cold. People who have lost their memory have no memory of the past, so how can they have so many emotions?
Everything makes sense.
Feng Chuyang gradually showed a gentle smile: "But this person is indeed your brother."
"Okay." Yan Wei'er shook her head, without even looking at Yan Wuchen, she stood up and prepared to leave.
But Yan Wuchen grabbed him with his hand: "Wei'er, you can deny me as your brother, but you can't regard a thief as your lover."
Yan Weier's face turned pale and her voice trembled slightly: "I don't listen!" She didn't ask in surprise "What did you say?" but said "I don't listen", indicating that she had heard the rumors before but didn't let herself believe them.
Yan Wuchen continued: "Weier, remember, your surname is Yan, no matter who you marry, your surname is Yan!" He almost roared in her ear.
Yan Wei'er suddenly pushed him away: "I won't listen. Even if he uses a woman I don't know to pretend to be my mother, even if I know that woman is not my mother, but I admit it, I still want to
Marry Jilian Bino." The voice was angry, and he turned to Feng Chuyang: "I don't believe you even more. Who knows if you can just find someone to pretend to be my brother!"
After saying that, he walked away with Anu, and his slender figure disappeared into the dusk.
Her unorganized moves completely disrupted the plans of Feng Chuyang and Yan Wuchen. It was originally thought that after losing her memory, she would be able to forget Yan Wuchen's previous hostility towards her. After being kidnapped, a person saw
Relatives, shouldn’t they cry with joy?
Meet her again, and then tell her that Jilianbino is an enemy of the Yan family, and he can even make up a lie, saying that her mother was also pretended to be by Jilianbino.
But now, they don't need to tell her, she has thrown this matter out herself. Whether her mother is true or not is unknown. Since she said it was false, it can be seen that it is naturally false.
Her attitude was clearly stated. She had heard people say that the Yan Clan was exterminated, but she still wanted to marry Jilian Bino.
Which woman can resist the temptation of being a mistress and a lifetime of glory and wealth? Just like a man's empire, one after another, no matter how many people are sacrificed, it is still a game that men never tire of.
Feng Chuyang suddenly laughed and ignored Yan Wuchen's doubtful gaze. He loved the country, while Yan Weier loved glory. In fact, they were the same kind of people.
What Ji Lian Bie Nuo can give her, he, Feng Chuyang, can give her. And what he can give her will be more and better. As long as she cooperates, Mother Yi Tianxia will be just around the corner.
He decided to open his heart and love her. If they were the same kind of people and had the same desire, wouldn't it be more perfect if they also fell in love?
What's more, for more than three hundred days and nights, he only had eyes for the woman in the picture of beauty, and he was missing her all the time in his heart.
Missing her is like longing for the country.
He was convinced that at the same time when he thought he would only live for the country, he suddenly had the urge to fall in love with someone.
That woman has the legend that "if you get this girl, you will get the world". She has the same ambition and the same cruel heart. She does not care about the misfortunes of her family for the sake of glory.
They are truly a match made in heaven.
Feng Chuyang smiled in the wind, his shirt was gently blown by the wind, the sunset dyed his body, and all the beautiful mountains and rivers should be held in his fingers.
At that time, she was by his side, sharing the joy of victory with him. Only she had such qualifications.
Yan Wuchen stood dumbly, wondering why Feng Chuyang could be so funny, and felt sarcastic and a bit humble in his heart.
Yan Wei'er ducked into the cabin of the cabin with a sly look on her face. She clapped her hands and showed the innocence of a little girl: "Moli, I'm thirsty."
Jasmine quickly poured a cup of tea, handed it to her hand, and wiped away the fine sweat on Yan Weier's forehead with her handkerchief: "Madam, are you tired? Come and lie down."
Yan Wei'er nodded: "I'm really tired. I get tired very easily recently." She fell on the bed, feeling tired and soon fell into a deep sleep.
She woke up and woke up last night, tossing until dawn. In addition, she was sick and did not dare to cure it completely. Moreover, she had just fought a secret war, teasing two men between her hands. She was really tired.
At this time, I slept very sweetly.
Jasmine sat in front of the bed, and Anu was also at her feet, one person and one dog, guarding Yan Wei'er.
After a long time, I heard Yan Wei'er call out softly: "No!" She turned over and fell asleep soundly again.
Jasmine was dumbfounded, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't dare to make a sound. This was the first time she left Huayi since she got married. She missed her so much that she was overwhelmed, but she was thankful that she could stay by his wife's side.
She married Hua Yi as the sister of Ji Lian's mistress and received great respect in the Hua family. All of this was thanks to the exquisite and wise lady. When they got married, all the dowry and wedding jewelry,
Everything is handled by the lady.
Many girls in the house were so envious that they had tears in their eyes and congratulated her on marrying the right man.
On the night of the wedding night, Hua Yi held her hand and whispered: "We, husband and wife, work together to protect the young master and his wife, okay?"
Jasmine nodded and asked in a strange way: "You also like the young master's wife, don't you?"
Hua Yi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said with certainty: "Who wouldn't like a woman like her? But you are my wife, it's a different kind of love."
She was relieved and grateful for his confession. She had vaguely, for a moment, seen an inexplicable emotion in his eyes that she shouldn't have, and thought it was her own carelessness.
But the moment he bravely admitted it, she suddenly let go of some of her obsessions with women.
The wife is the god in his heart, and she is his wife. This is the difference.
Jasmine believed that Hua Yi at this moment would not blame her for leaving home and staying with his wife. When they were in the bridal chamber, they did not swear an oath of love, but only made up their minds to protect the young master and his wife forever.
Yan Wei'er slept until late at night before waking up. She opened her eyes and saw Jasmine standing guard in front of the bed. She frowned and said, "If you don't go to sleep, what are you doing here?"
"I'll guard you." Jasmine's gentle voice was reassuring to hear at night.
Yan Wei'er tugged at the corner of her mouth, unable to squeeze out a smile: "Moli, I'm sorry for you."
Jasmine felt hot in her heart: "Madam, do we need to talk about this anymore?" She quickly changed the subject: "Madam, are you hungry? I'll get some food."
"Have you eaten?" Yan Wei'er asked.
Jasmine shook her head and said with a smile: "We Anu didn't eat either."
Yan Wei'er sat up and stretched. Her face, which she had just woken up, was flushed: "Then let's go to the deck and enjoy the moon while eating."
Jasmine agreed and went out to order the servants on the boat. She did this and that, which made all the servants so angry that they dared not speak out and prepared to make dinner in silence.
Jasmine said: "How about I do it? You guys have been tired for a day, so go and take a rest."
How could a servant dare to be careless? After hearing Jasmine's personal words, he felt a lot less angry and went to cook happily.
Xiaowu and his two followers couldn't sleep when they heard that Madam wanted to have a meal and admire the moon, so they all ran out.
The moonlight was cool and sprinkled a boat full of silver.
Yan Wei'er was laughing and looking at the moon in trance. What was Bienuo doing at this moment? There was only one moon in the sky. Was he also looking up at the night sky?
At that time, Jilianbino stood in front of the window of the study, staring at the moon in a daze, Wei'er, is she okay? Is she like him, seeing the moon and missing her, to the bone marrow?