Chapter 4402

Zhuang Xiaoyu cleaned up the ashes in the house, staring at the flickering candle in a daze.

After more than three years, Yan Qing has experienced changes and polishing. Although she is no longer the immature and ignorant young man, she can still clearly recognize the outline of that face.

This person is more masculine, when he smiles, the corners of his lips are more sinister, his eyes are gloomy, but his facial features have not changed much, the portrait is smiling, and it is the same as the one delivered to her by Dr. Compared with a serious portrait without smiling, one can tell it is a person at a glance.

Yan Qing.

Xu Yi.

Commander of personal guards.

It was this person who personally crushed the second brother to ashes, and it was also this person who knew the whereabouts of the eldest brother, but had no intention of snatching the eldest brother back from Min Huizhu's hands.

And everything he did was acquiesced by Qin Wuyan.

When Qin Wuyan came in, he saw Zhuang Xiaoyu was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

He walked over and asked with a smile, "Why are the lamps still burning in broad daylight?"

He sniffed his nose, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air, and asked again: "What was burned?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu came back to her senses, stood up quickly, opened the window, blew out the lamp, and said, "I wrote a picture, originally I wanted to give jade pieces and asparagus bamboo as congratulatory gifts, but I couldn't write well, so I Burned."

She stood by the window with her head lowered, seemingly full of annoyance: "My big characters have never been very good."

Qin Wuyan frowned: "Your big characters are much better than before. If you value them, I'll write a pair of characters for you and send them to them. How about it?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "That would be the best."

Qin Wuyan opened the cabinet straight away and looked for the brush and ink, but found that the Hui ink was dry, with dust on it, and he knew it hadn't been used for a long time.

Qin Wuyan turned around, glanced at Zhuang Xiaoyu standing by the window, paused with his fingers, still took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread it out on the table, and beckoned to Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Come here, what do you want to write?" ?”

Zhuang Xiaoyu leaned against the window, but didn't move. She looked out of the window and didn't know what she was looking at. She said casually: "Let's get along well for a hundred years, or it's okay for husband and wife to work together for the same benefit."

Qin Wuyan walked over and took her hand, "Grind the ink for me, add fragrance to the red sleeves."

Zhuang Xiaoyu was dragged by Qin Wuyan to the table, rolled up his wide cuffs, and began to grind.

Qin Wuyan then gossiped with her: "I heard that the matter of broken jade and asparagus bamboo was handled by you alone."

"Yeah." Zhuang Xiaoyu pulled the cuff of the other hand with one hand, exposing her snow-white wrist, and the jade bracelet with green oil was worn on her wrist, which looked very beautiful: "Marriage is a big event in a lifetime. In retrospect, Just thinking about the day we got married makes my heart sweet."

Qin Wuyan looked at her steadfastly, and stroked her face with his fingertips: "Xiao Yu, following me will make you suffer."

Zhuang Xiaoyu avoided his hand.

Qin Wuyan dropped his fingertips and asked, "Every time you think about our marriage, do you regret it?"

The movements of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hands paused, she lowered her head, a drop of tear fell into the ink tray without warning, but in a flash, she began to grind again, and said as if nothing happened: "At that time, I felt She is the happiest woman in the whole world, and finally married the one she loves."