The correct way to open Chenyuan Lively and Fragrant

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Ning Zhiyuan sneered: "Sacrifice? Maybe Keiko really wants to step into Ning Mansion and become this young mistress!"

Le Yan: "Impossible! Sister Keiko and Ben don't love you! She loves Da..."

Le Yan suddenly noticed that her mouth was fast and stopped speaking.

Ning Zhiyuan shrank his hands indiscernibly, and still smiled with the corners of his lips curled up: "When Xiaoya Taro betrothed her to me, your sister Huizi was also there, and she didn't express any objection!"

Le Yan excitedly said: "Sister Huizi was forced! It must be Xiao Yataro's scheme! You can't treat Sister Huizi like this! Sister Huizi is a human being, not an item to exchange for your interests!"

Ning Zhiyuan: "Even if you're right, it's Xiao Yataro who forced her, not me!"

Le Yan: "You don't have to marry!"

Ning Zhiyuan scoffed, and looked at Le Yan with playful eyes as if looking at a fool: "Xiao Yataro's terms are so good, not only can the Ning family get back what they lost, but also expand the Japanese market. She is an out-and-out beauty, no fool would marry her!"

Le Yan trembled with anger and was speechless.

Ning Zhiyuan slowly poured out a cup of tea, and handed it to Le Yan with both hands: "You came today just in time, so I don't need to write a divorce letter. This is a cup of tea for the next class. After you drink it, you can pack up and leave Ning's house. From now on, you and I will marry each other as we please! Anyway, we are also fake, but don’t worry, when my Ning family revives, I should compensate you, and you will not be missing!”

Le Yan's expression suddenly changed, she wiped back her tears with a cold face, snatched the tea without saying a word, and threw the teacup on the ground hard, there was a sharp sound of porcelain shattering, golden tea soup and snow-white broken pieces Porcelain splashed everywhere!

Anger was burning in Le Yan's eyes, and her voice was ruthless: "No, Ning Zhiyuan, if you don't write the divorce letter, I'll write it! You don't deserve to divorce me at all, and now I want to divorce you who don't argue right from wrong, disloyal and unfilial Heartless people!"

Le Yan lifted up her dress and tore off one with all her might.Le Yan spread the torn dress on the table, bit her finger, and quickly wrote on the dress with blood.

Le Yan threw the blood book to Ning Zhiyuan.

Le Yan glared at Ning Zhiyuan angrily: "I, An Leyan, from today's divorce, I will never have any relationship with Ning Zhiyuan from now on! I will never have you as a friend!"

Le Yan turned around resolutely and left.

Ning Zhiyuan held the divorce letter written in blood in his hand, and stared at Le Yan's back in the rain with a complicated expression.

That day Le Yan did not go back to the Wenfu, Bai Songxian waited until nightfall in the Wenfu and still did not find anyone, so she hurriedly asked someone to look for it, and she was relieved when she found out that Leyan had returned to the original bamboo house, and Bai Songxian went to the Wenfu early the next morning. He drove back to the small courtyard of the bamboo house by the river. He yelled outside the door for a long time but no one responded. Fang felt that something was wrong, so he asked someone to break open the door. Once inside, he saw Le Yan lying motionless on the bed.

Bai Songxian rushed to the bed and touched Le Yan's face, she was burnt to death, and shouted!

An Yichen received the notice from his servants and rushed to treat Le Yan, but he didn't know how long the fever lasted and the temperature was too high, Le Yan was in a coma and could not take medicine. Immediately apply needles again, in order to reduce the temperature as quickly as possible.

Bai Songxian was at a loss for what to do: "How could this be...how could it be burned like this??"

An Yichen slowly withdrew the thin silver needle from the Leyan acupoint and said, "I'm afraid it's because of the rain and the cold yesterday, plus the mental and physical exhaustion these days...so it caused a high fever."

Bai Songxian covered her face and cried: "Oh! Poor child! She must not be able to bear the fact that Zhiyuan is going to marry Keiko, that's why she's like this...

An Yichen's hand trembled, as if he couldn't believe the words he heard: "Zhiyuan...want...to marry...Keiko?"

Bai Songxian nodded and cried: "My poor child... She suffered such terrible things when she was young, and was abandoned in the mountains, and she didn't live a good life with me... Finally... Finally she married into the Ning Mansion , became a young mistress, I thought... I thought she would enjoy the blessings! How could I know that this comfortable life has only passed two days, and this kind of thing happened again!"

An Yichen listened with a gloomy expression.

Bai Songxian: "I still remember when Le Yan just got married, although we were worried about your injury and we were all here to take care of you, Le Yan also had to run around tired, but I knew she was happy at that time, little ㄚ The smile on his face never stopped, he was as happy as a honey, why...why this moment..."

Bai Songxian lay beside the bed, weeping uncontrollably.

An Yichen packed up his things, covered the medical box, his hands clenched into fists revealed uneasiness and panic, but his voice remained steady: "Mother, don't be sad, Leyan still needs to take care of you! I'll go to Zhiyuan, I'll be back later."

Bai Songxian raised her head, thinking that An Yichen wanted to stand out for Le Yan, so she nodded lightly, thinking about the situation when Ning Zhiyuan came to Wenfu to make trouble before, she couldn't help worrying again: "You...you have to be careful, don't talk to him Head-to-head, I'm afraid of Zhiyuan him..."

An Yichen patted Bai Songxian on the shoulder: "Don't worry, mother, it won't happen!"

Before Bai Songxian could speak again, An Yichen left in a hurry.

It was humid and hot, with occasional muffled thunder, and the patter of rain was still falling. An Yichen took an oil-paper umbrella and hurried on the way to Ningfu.

An Yichen seemed to sense it, and suddenly found a familiar figure sitting in the gazebo beside the mountain road.

The man casually leaned against the gazebo, staring at the sky in a daze.When he got closer, he saw that the man's pale face was inlaid with dull eyes, and there were crystal tears falling from the end of the eyes.

An Yichen was shaken all over.

The people in the gazebo seemed to have sensed the gaze, and looked slowly at An Yichen, then stood up with a frown, and shook the wine bottle a few times, as if drunk.

An Yichen just raised his hand to warn the other party to be careful, but that person just happened to be stirred by the wine bottle on the ground!Seeing that he was about to fall, An Yichen dropped his umbrella and rushed to the pavilion, just in time for someone to fall into his arms.

The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground and twirled.

An Yichen: "Zhiyuan! You drink like this again! What did you promise me?"

"Master, I'm happy! Don't worry about it!" Ning Zhiyuan struggled to leave An Yichen's body, "Well... let me go!" Ning Zhiyuan staggered a few times, then sat back by the gazebo, picked up the jug in his hand and raised his head to drink, But An Yichen knocked it away, and the jug rolled onto the grass, making a muffled sound.

Ning Zhiyuan said impatiently, "What are you doing!"

There was already irrepressible anger in An Yichen's voice: "Zhiyuan! Isn't it enough for me to help you? Why did you marry Keiko?"

Ning Zhiyuan didn't answer.

An Yichen: "I did what you said on the cloth note you threw to me that day. I went to you at night and you said you wanted to pretend to be at odds and infiltrate and use the Japanese. I can also help you and cooperate with you. I'm glad you finally chose to let me bear it together, but..."

An Yichen took a deep breath: "I know you want to bring down the Japanese Incense Association, and I've been running around for this plan these days, and it's not like we haven't met during the process, can't you discuss it with me first? "

Ning Zhiyuan frowned and didn't look at An Yichen, bit his lower lip and didn't speak.

An Yichen turned his face to face himself: "You said, you already let me participate, why didn't you discuss this matter with me?"

Ning Zhiyuan lowered his eyes and muttered: "Tell you, can you agree?"

An Yichen pinched Ning Zhiyuan's chin and lifted it up, forcing him to look at himself: "Oh? It seems that you also know that I can't agree!"

Ning Zhiyuan held his breath, looked away, but did not look at An Yichen, and said coldly: "So there is no need to discuss it at all."

An Yichen took a breath and paused: "Zhiyuan! It's not that I can't be jealous, it's not that I can bear everything! I'm not that magnanimous!"

Ning Zhiyuan's eyebrows were frowned, and his eyes were filled with grievances: "What can I do! This is the condition offered by Xiaoya Taro! Otherwise, can you immediately revive our Ning family? Can you stop public opinion? Can there be a better way? Will it overthrow the Japanese incense society?"

"We can figure out a way together!" An Yichen said anxiously: "Zhiyuan! Even if you don't worry about my feelings, Keiko is innocent. We have already made Leyan sacrifice her reputation for us, and we must never..."

Ning Zhiyuan exploded suddenly, and yelled against An Yichen: "She is innocent!? She is innocent and I am not innocent? It is her father who will sacrifice her! Not me!"

Seeing that he was agitated, An Yichen had no choice but to grab his hands and said slowly: "Okay, I was wrong, but Le Yan was voluntary at the beginning, but Keiko must have been forced! Zhiyuan, Xiaoya Taro is cruel and ruthless, Do you want to be like him too? You weren't like this before!"

Ning Zhiyuan stared at An Yichen: "The past was the past, and now is the present! I had everything before, but now I have lost everything! I have nothing! Do you know? I want it back! I must take revenge!"

An Yichen: "You still have me! I will help you and will always be by your side! As long as you don't marry Keiko, I will do anything for you!"

Ning Zhiyuan struggled to break away from An Yichen's hand: "No! I want to marry Keiko! Only in this way can I gain Xiaoya Taro's trust!"

An Yichen squeezed his wrist even tighter: "There are other ways!"

Ning Zhiyuan hissed in pain, An Yichen hurriedly let go.

Ning Zhiyuan rubbed his sore wrist and said, "No more! Is there any way faster? More effective?"

An Yichen put one hand on the pavilion pillar behind Ning Zhiyuan, bullied Ning Zhiyuan in the middle: "No, I don't accept it! When you married Le Yan, it made me go crazy with pain! I can't accept the second Second time!"

Ning Zhiyuan bit his lip, his red eyes were stained with moisture.

An Yichen held Ning Zhiyuan's face again: "Zhiyuan, look at me! Even if it makes my heart ache, you still insist on doing this?"

Ning Zhiyuan didn't answer, but frowned and looked away.

An Yichen softened his voice and looked at him affectionately: "Zhiyuan, look at me, I love you...I can't stand that you belong to someone else..."

Ning Zhiyuan's eyebrows drooped, his eyes were half-closed, An Yichen knew that he was wavering, lightly pecked his lips, and coaxed softly: "Hey, say you love me, say you won't marry anyone woman."