Chapter 731: Brother and Han Yanliang are too close

However, the eldest brother is older.
Shen Yichao had to reluctantly suppress those strange and unfamiliar feelings, leading Wei Chuchu to salute: "Brother please peace."
Shen Yijue only stared at Wei Chuchu: "Ms. Wei is so bold. On the first day of marriage, she intervened in the general's internal affairs. Why, but can't wait to give orders to my Shen family?"
He speaks without mercy.
Wei Chuchu's cheeks were hot.
She hid behind Shen Yichao and did not dare to respond.
Shen Yijue's face was gloomy and watery, and he carefully picked up the cold smoke.
Yu Guang glanced at the two women.
They were holding long whips in their hands, and the whips were covered with dense barbs. The thick blood dripped down the whip, and the mat woven with green bamboo was dyed red, which was really dazzling.
He said coldly: "Drag it out and die."
The two women were shocked and hurried to kneel to beg for mercy.
Wei Chuchu courageously said in a low voice: "Brother, they are my dowagers..."
Shen Yijue just glanced at her lightly.
He was a slaughter on the battlefield, and lonely, only one glance made Wei Chuchu shut his mouth in horror.
The two women yelled for mercy, but were still dragged out.
Shen Yijue was holding the cold smoke and going outside the cell.
Han Yanliang held his arms and looked at Shen Yichao.
Shen Yijue noticed her eyes and stopped: "Do you have something to tell him?"
Han Yanliang's lips were stained with blood, and when she laughed, she was beautiful and beautiful.
She still didn't cry, and her voice was even calmer than usual: "Shen Xiaolang, when I was with you, I didn't know that you had a fiancée. Today's fifty-five whips, I apologize for interfering in your marriage."
Fifty-five whips...
Shen Yichao's face was a little pale.
She actually counted so clearly.
And what she meant was as if to say goodbye to him.
He opened his mouth, trying to keep something, but he couldn't say a word.
After a while, he whispered: "I used to tell a fortune for you."
"How to say?"
"The fireworks are short. From your last name to your first name, it is not lucky. I calculated that you have been rough for half your life. Today's disaster is also in the rough. I can't blame others. If you can, I think you might change your name better..."
As Shen Yichao spoke, he turned into a whisper.
It seemed that he couldn't talk about it anymore.
"Change your name..."
Han Yanliang tasted these words, just laughed.
Smiled, but the corners of his eyes were red.
Wei Chuchu wanted to flog her. If he really cared about her, it would be just a word to stop him.
But he didn't say anything.
Instead, she changed her name afterwards...
Han Yanliang stared at Shen Yichao, his eyes full of sympathy and pity.
Her voice is even soft: "Shen Xiaolang, the tide is also short-lived. When the tide recedes, it is clean and nothing is left."
After she finished speaking, she withdrew her eyes indifferently.
Shen Yijue held her and walked straight out of the dungeon.
Shen Yichao looked at their backs, his heart seemed to be grabbed suddenly.
Nothing will be left...
These words reverberated in his mind repeatedly, and after the severe heartache, only an empty sense of powerlessness remained, as if he had something important and was taken away.
He was a little frightened, followed two steps, and couldn't help asking: "Brother, where are you taking her?"
Shen Yijue did not look back: "Heal the wound."
Shen Yichao squeezed his fists tightly.
Do I need to hold him in person for healing?
Brother Han and Han Yanliang are too close...
He wanted to catch up and say a few more words, but Wei Chuchu held his arm.
The girl's eyes were red, and she said softly: "Husband, my brother is too cruel, so I will put my dowry maid to death, and don't leave me a bit of face..."
She babbled ill of Shen Yijue.
Shen Yichao could only watch his brother disappear at the end of the dungeon holding the cold smoke.
After Wei Chuchu finished speaking, seeing that Shen Yichao didn't respond, he couldn't help stomping his feet: "Husband!"
Shen Yichao recovered.
He glanced at Wei Chuchu's small face.
For some reason, she was inexplicably anxious, and she did not calm her mood at all.
He casually said: "I have to go to the main courtyard to serve tea, stop making trouble."
Han Yanliang was carried back to the yard by Shen Yijue.
Because she didn't have a wing room, he took her directly into his bedroom.
The scarred beauty has fainted, and her breathing has become weak.
He touched her hot forehead, coldly ordered the young man to go outside and ask for a doctor.
Just as he was about to clean the wound for Han Yanliang, his fingertips fell on the belt of her skirt, touching the soft ups and downs, he retracted his hand uncomfortably.
I wanted to call the maid over, but there was no maid in his yard.
While hesitating, the young man hurried over and said that the newcomer had gone to the front yard to serve tea. The old lady asked him to come over and saw the bride.
Shen Yijue glanced at the cold smoke, got up and left.
The door of the house was closed.
In the bed net, Han Yanliang slowly opened his eyes.
She glanced at the door of the room, got up and went to bed.
Fifty-five whips, the pain is really painful.
But there is no way, she wants to stay in Shen Mansion, she wants to win great sympathy, she has to use this kind of bitter trick.
Shen Mansion is the backing of Empress Shen.
The forces of Tianshu wanted to infiltrate more than once.
Dazai Shen Xingshu is enough, but his eldest son Shen Yijue is so shrewd. All Tianshu's infiltration operations ended in failure. Those dark piles can barely become the maids in the front yard and backyard, wanting to touch the Shen mansion. Confidentiality is impossible.
No way, she can only play in person.
Others only know that she is the leader of Tianshu, but they don't know that she is also the first secret agent in Tianshu, the best at disguising, and the most proficient in organs.
In the cold misty mind, the structure of Shen Yi Jue House was clearly outlined.
Her eyes fell on the north wall.
The building area is not right. Behind this wall, there must be a secret room.
Enduring the whip pain, the girl slowly stepped forward, gently tapping on the wall with her white as jade hand.
She listened to the sound coming from behind the wall, and looked at the furnishings of the dormitory. The original design of the secret chamber technique was presented in her mind in the form of lines.
Her eyes fell on the book case.
The ornaments of eighteen brass monks are quite delicate.
Condescendingly, she reached out to the bronze monk on the far left.
I was about to press it down, but found that there was an invisible vellus hair on the monk's head.
It was pulled from the brush.
Shen Yijue was really cautious. Once the hair was gone, he knew that someone had moved his mechanism and sneaked into his secret room.
Han Yanliang picked up the wolf's hair carefully and pressed the bronze man.
The north wall slowly moved to the side.
What appeared in front of the cold smoke was a net of red ropes crisscrossed with bells. He wanted to pass through the red rope silently, so he could only leap over with light work.
Obviously, martial arts were abandoned, but the girl curled her lips indifferently.
The skirt floats, but in the blink of an eye, Han Yanliang spins around in the secret room lightly, the corners of his lips smile slowly, and he doesn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
She brushed her sleeves and walked straight to the secret room.
Shen Yijue returned from the front yard soon.