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    10 Jiang Fuyuan

    There were still three days before Yan Jing returned home, and Yan Luan finally met Jiang Fuyuan, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Heng. It was said that the two families had a close relationship in the past. The Marquis of Huaiyin’s ancestral home was in Heng, and it was a fiefdom of the Jiang family, so Yan Luan and Jiang Fuyuan often communicated with each other.

    “You all go down.”

    “No, my lord.”

    Jiang Fuyuan is the eldest daughter of Duke Heng. Although her appearance is not as good as that of Yan Luan, she is still beautiful and charming. However, no matter how Yan Luan looks at her, there is no trace of Jiang Shasha. Looking at Jiang Fuyuan who hesitated to speak several times, Yan Luan waved his hand and dismissed the servants kneeling around the guest room.

    As soon as the people left, Jiang Fuyuan couldn’t bear it anymore. She gritted her teeth and shouted hesitantly: “Xu Xiaowan?”

    Yan Luan stood up suddenly. In his haste, his left foot, which was only wearing stockings, stepped on the rippled skirt. He almost stumbled. After he stood up, tears were streaming down his face.

    “Sasha?!”

    “Damn it! You just pretended to be like a real princess, so I didn’t dare to speak!” Jiang Shasha also cried with joy. She ran over and the two hugged each other for a long time and couldn’t bear to let go.

    “It’s really you! I’ve been wanting to find you for a long time, but I’m afraid it’s not you, woohoo!”

    After resurrecting from the dead and coming to this strange dynasty, I had a vague hope in my heart. No one dared to confirm it easily. What if the result was disappointing?Fortunately, the result she got was lucky.

    “I’m sorry. If I hadn’t insisted on going back to get my phone that day, this kind of thing wouldn’t have happened. But…you are making too much money. Look at what you look like now. If we had left you alone, you would have become famous all over the world. No, I’m going to drool!”

    After crying enough, Jiang Shasha started to act erratically again, playing tricks on Yan Luan.

    “Okay, don’t touch it. I don’t know if we can go back.” Yan Luan still can’t let go of this thing. She knows history, and nothing that will happen in the future will be good to her.

    Having incest with my brother, a beautiful woman with a tragic fate, brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.

    “Why are we going back? In such a car accident, we would definitely be dead. Besides, it’s not bad here. We don’t have to wake up early every day and watch the leader’s face. There are people waiting in front of us and behind us. How comfortable.” Jiang Shasha, who has always been happy-go-lucky, greatly disagreed with Yan Luan’s words.

    Yan Luan pinched Jiang Shasha’s playful face and said angrily: “You are really comfortable. From now on, you can find any beautiful man to marry. If anyone dares to be disrespectful to the daughter of the prince, I will be in trouble. Have you forgotten the Emperor Wu of Qi that Lao Zhao talked about in history class?”

    “Emperor Qi Wu? Sounds a bit familiar. Is he the domineering emperor who had incest with his sister?”

    She and I have been in the same class since middle school, and we sat together in college history class. Teacher Zhao, who was already bald and had a Mediterranean shape at the time, talked about the Emperor Wu for a whole lesson with a heartbroken look on his face.

    Yan Luan spread his hands and had to be thankful that Jiang Shasha didn’t return all the remaining knowledge to the teacher.

    “Hiss, Emperor Wu of Qi? We are now in Northern Qi, and the emperor is Emperor Qi Ling…ah, you, you are not the one, are you? Oh my God, I think we can find a way to get back.” Jiang Shasha raised her forehead, she was blind in history, but she still knew a little bit about the historical events of Yan Jing and Yan Luan.

    “Yan Jing is coming back soon. I’m really not interested in incest. I’ve been so anxious these past two days that I almost lost a handful of my hair.”

    Jiang Shasha smiled: “Didn’t I say that the Overbearing Emperor was a handsome man when I was in school? Why don’t you just accept it? It doesn’t matter. People in ancient Egypt are not all brothers, sisters and mothers. It doesn’t matter. Alas! Why am I not as lucky as you?”

    Yan Luan snorted coldly, she had not forgotten the lewd scenes that Jiang Shasha had imagined in her mind when she was in history class. She was a loyal fan of brother-sister memes.

    “Okay, don’t worry. We all know history. This is your biggest trump card. As long as you have less contact with Yan Jing, and wait until you get haircut, quickly find a beautiful man to marry, and Yan Jing can only look forward to you.”

    It is true that she has the same idea as Yan Luan, and this is the only way out at present.

    “That’s all we can do. By the way, how are you doing at Jiang’s house?” Yan Luan raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Fuyuan, who was leaning on the back of the couch with her, her legs crossed, and realized that she might have asked too much.

    “It couldn’t be better. Parents love each other, brothers and sisters are harmonious. I said one thing and no one said two. I think you are not bad at all. I heard that Princess Yongkang loves her little daughter the most. When will you act coquettishly with her? If you want to set up a villa, let’s go and have fun.”

    When Princess Yongkang got married that year, Emperor Ming made a batch of ink pens and gave the princess most of the imperial estates in the suburbs of Beijing. All of them were royal gardens. No wonder Jiang Shasha was greedy.

    Yan Luan thought for a moment, looked sideways at the people around him, and said, “Yan Jing will be back in three days. After the state banquet, let’s go. We can just avoid him.”

    “Okay!”

    It’s a pity that Jiang Fuyuan came with Mrs. Jiang and didn’t stay long before heading back home. Yan Luan reluctantly saw her off at the door of the mansion, and it took a long time to return to Fanghua Pavilion.

    Unfortunately, I met Yan Tao who had just returned from the martial arts training ground on the way. It was a hot day. He was holding a long sword in one hand and holding a brocade robe in the other. He was only wearing a thin brown tunic. The half-tied belt was loose, revealing a large area of ​​strong chest muscles. The sweat on his forehead wet his hanging black hair, and fell on the tunic along his dignified and stern face.

    Yan Luan subconsciously covered her nose. Such a macho man was her favorite before!

    A gust of breeze blew the thin middle coat, the fabric clinging to the strong waist and abdomen, and the six-pack abs that could make a woman scream were vaguely visible.

    “Second, second brother.” I don’t know why, but Yan Luan was speechless, with a soft voice and a slight breath.

    Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, looking a little confused at Yan Luan’s pink and white face. He lowered his head and looked at most of his exposed chest muscles, and he instantly understood something.With long strides and slight movements, he walked in front of Yan Luan, seemingly unintentionally lifting his sweat-wet front.

    Not surprisingly, Yan Luan was stunned again when he saw He’s seductive movements, his beautiful eyes lost in the chest muscles that trembled slightly with his heartbeat.

    There was a smile on Yan Tao’s usually cold mouth. The girl’s porcelain white skin was now as bright and charming as the peach blossoms in March. The alluring red color had even spread to her ears.

    “What’s wrong with Aluan?”

    The man’s deep voice exploded in Yan Luan’s ears, no doubt like thunder, pulling the lost girl back. After she regained consciousness, she shifted her gaze at a loss.

    “Ahem, second brother, I have to leave first!”

    Looking at the girl’s slender figure escaping in panic, Yan Tao’s eyes suddenly turned dark. Fortunately, Yan Luan ran fast. As soon as he took off the brocade robe in his hands, he saw that through the thin trousers, the erection of his manhood had swelled to a frightening level, holding up his crotch.

    Yan Luan, who ran back to Fanghua Pavilion, was beyond love, covering his face and rolling on the couch.

    “Ah!” It was so scary, she almost had a nosebleed when she looked at her brother’s chest muscles!

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