Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

As Han Liang's enlarged face appeared in front of him, Yan Ci raised his hand and punched him.

"Don't touch my sister!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed past Yan Ci.

Han Liang only let out a muffled groan, and then he fell far away, splashing a cloud of dust.

Yan Ci looked at his missed fist, then looked at Han Liang who was lying on the ground wailing, and a big question mark flashed through his head.

Yan Cheng retracted his feet and stood up in front of Yan Ci. He had never felt as handsome as he did today.

"Where did you come from, you scoundrel? Open your dog eyes and look. This is my Yan family's territory, and you dare to touch the girl in my Yan Mansion."

Han Liang's chest ached so much that he could only gasp, and he couldn't get up after crawling for a long time.

The fallen pants revealed Han Liang's bare thighs. His fair skin was covered with lush leg hair, blending into the dark night.

Yan Ci felt that his eyesight was extremely good tonight, and he saw everything he should and shouldn't see.

but……

So small.

After a long while, Han Liang got up from the ground, holding up his pants with one hand and pointing at Yan Cheng who suddenly appeared with the other.

"You, you guys, have no moral principles!"

At this moment, Yan Cheng finally saw clearly that the person who tried to do something bad to his sister was Han Liang, and the surprise on his face was quickly replaced by anger.

"It's you, kid. Not only do you want to marry my ninth sister, you're also eyeing my thirteenth sister. I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

As he said this, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward.

Han Liang sneered, "Oh, teach me a lesson? Tomorrow I will announce to the whole of Dongdu that your ninth sister and thirteenth sister are already my playthings."

Yan Cheng paused as his fist was about to land on Han Liang's face, expressions of anger and hatred intertwined and changed on his face.

He was originally a scholar, and his hands were usually used for writing and painting. He had never hit anyone.

The kick just now was purely out of a desire to protect Yan Ci, and he did it without thinking.

Now that he was threatened by Han Liang, he couldn't do it anymore.

But Han Liang was used to it, and taking advantage of the moment when Yan Cheng was hesitant, he raised his fist and punched Yan Cheng in the face.

Yan Cheng's head tilted after being hit, and there was a buzzing sound in his head. Before he could react, he was pulled behind him by Yan Ci.

Then there was a crisp "pop" sound, which startled Yan Cheng so much that his eyes widened in disbelief.

Is this still his always smiling Thirteenth sister?

Looking at the frail girl standing in front of him who was more than a head shorter than him, he slowly withdrew his hand that was slapping Han Liang.

For a moment, Yan Cheng felt that he was the one who needed protection.

Endless shame suddenly surged in my heart as I looked at Yan Ci's thin figure standing there, as firm as pine and cypress, not retreating even a bit.

The shame in Yan Cheng's heart was gradually replaced by a spontaneous sense of pride.

That's his sister!

He looked at Han Liang with sympathy in his eyes.

This slap just sounds painful.

In comparison, the punch Han Liang gave him was nothing.

Han Liang was also stunned by this sudden slap.

The burning pain on his cheek made Han Liang start to look at Yan Ci. He didn't expect that the usually delicate Thirteenth Girl would actually slap someone in the face, and it hurt so much!

This is not a girl's home!

The night wind was blowing gently from Guanshui Pavilion to the gate of Yan Mansion. After being kicked and slapped, Han Liang's drunkenness was almost over and he became much more sober.

Although he suffered a series of losses, he also knew that he could not break off relations with the Yan family at this time. He could only cover his face and climb into the carriage, asking the driver to return home quickly.

A good man never suffers a loss in front of him, and a gentleman takes revenge even ten years later.

See you tomorrow!

After Han Liang left, Yan Cheng's face, which hadn't felt any pain just now, now felt a little numb and swollen.

The weak, pitiful and helpless Yan Jia Erlang suddenly felt aggrieved, "Sister, it hurts."

Yan Ci looked at Yan Cheng's pitiful appearance. Although his appearance disrupted her plan to teach Han Liang a lesson, he was also trying to protect her and was punched by Han Liang for this.

My heart softened immediately, "It's okay, second brother. I'll go back and apply medicine for you. You won't feel any pain when you wake up tomorrow."

"really?"

"Really? That's the medicine given by the Emperor. It works."

Yan Cheng was immediately delighted, and pulled Yan Ci back home, "Come on, let's go back and apply the medicine."

Yan Ci looked at the not-so-tall figure walking in front of him, and slowly the figure overlapped with another figure.

It made her look a little dazed.

Just at this moment Ao Yancheng also turned around, saw Yan Ci's straight eyes, raised his hand and waved in front of Yan Ci.

"Thirteenth sister, what are you thinking about?"

Yan Ci smiled slightly, "Nothing, I just think that Second Brother is the most handsome today."

Yan Cheng felt flattered when he was praised. He scratched his head shyly and happily, "No, no."

Yan Ci covered his lips and laughed softly, then followed Yan Cheng's steps and they returned to the mansion together.

On this side, after Yan Ru escaped from the carriage, he ran back to Xiezhuyuan in a daze. As soon as he entered the yard, he bumped into Cuizhi.

Cuizhi was sent away along with the carriage from the mansion as soon as she left Guanshui Pavilion. When she saw Yanru, Cuizhi, who had returned a long time ago, relaxed her frown and said, "Miss, you are finally back."

Yan Ru didn't say anything, went straight into the room, and changed his clothes with Cuizhi's help.

"Hey, girl, why is your skirt torn?"

Cuizhi picked up the torn dress and looked at it, wondering how it could have such a big tear, since it was clearly fine when she went out.

Yan Ru was a little absent-minded. Yan Ci's sudden appearance made her panic. She was worried that Yan Ci would come back and complain to her father, and then she would be too ashamed to see anyone.

When Cuizhi mentioned that her skirt was torn, Yan Ru suddenly thought of the scene where she was knocked down by Han Liang. Her heart sank, and she snatched the dress from Cuizhi's hand and crumpled it into a ball.

Yan Ru said irritably, "It was accidentally scratched. I don't want the clothes anymore. Throw them away."

Although Cuizhi felt it was a pity, she did not dare to disobey Yanru's order, so she packed up her clothes and took them outside to throw them away.

After Cuizhi left, Yanru was still feeling uneasy while sitting on the chair. Looking at the dark night sky outside, her heart was also dark and lost.

After some inner struggle, Yan Ru decided to go see Yan Ci again.

Yan Ru, who had left and returned, had been hiding behind the rockery next to the gate, waiting for Yan Ci to come back and warn her to keep her mouth shut about what she had seen today.

But she saw Yan Ci and Yan Cheng coming back together, talking and laughing, and her idea of ​​warning Yan Ci came to nothing.

I could only hide behind the rockery and watch Yan Ci leave.

The next day, Yan Ci got up early and went to the palace, and she forgot what happened that night.

It was originally an insignificant incident, but when it reached Yan Ci's ears again, it had become the follow-up to another incident.