The emperor wants to flip my brand every day

Chapter 895 Not Comparable

Li Zhengning looked at her, and suddenly hugged her tightly.

Shangguan Yuanyuan felt as if she was about to be rubbed into the blood by Li Zheng. He didn't answer her question for a long time. I don't know how long she waited. When Shangguan Yuanyuan thought he would not answer her, Li Zheng's voice sounded weakly: "I only want you."

These four words made Shangguan Yuanyuan startled, the words were so impeccable, saying it was like saying nothing.

She wanted to continue asking, but she felt that Li Sheng's whole body was stiff, and the arms holding her body were tense and stiff.

Shangguan Yuanyuan raised his face from his arms, and Li Zheng's expression was a little anxious.

Shangguan Yuanyuan had never seen him look so anxious.

"Xiu Mu? You..." She was afraid that he would not feel well, "Is there something wrong?"

"No." Li Zheng still didn't let go of her, and his abnormal stiffness continued.

Although Li Zheng refused to say anything, Shangguan Yuanyuan could still detect some clues.

Originally, Li Zheng was fine, but it was because of his own problem that he became so weird.

It seems that the answer to this question cannot be found from Li Zheng in a short time.

Seeing him so uncomfortable, she couldn't bear to press him further.

At the same time, because the relationship between the old lady and Mrs. Shui broke the ice, after all, Mrs. Shui and Shangguan Wei have been married for many years and have a couple of children. How can they be really ruthless.

Under Shangguanwei's hard work, Mrs. Shui finally agreed to move back to Shangguan's mansion.

At the beginning, Shangguan Yuanyuan didn't really think that Mrs. Shui would give up her position as the mistress of the Shangguan family, and it was only temporarily quiet when she went out to live. In addition, she also wanted to wait for the mess in the Shangguan family to be cleaned up.

Now the old lady's attitude has changed, and Shangguan Manlian has lost the old lady's heart. In this way, when Mrs. Shui returns to Shangguan, life should not be as difficult as before.

However, Shangguan Tan naturally returned to Shangguan's house with Mrs. Shui.

After all, Shangguan Qin is the son of the legitimate son, and now as the master of Liyue, he can be regarded as a little bit famous.

To Shangguan Qin, although the old lady did not expect him to enter the court and become an official to honor the ancestors of the Shangguan family, at least the current Shangguan Qin would not lose the Shangguan family anymore.

On the day Mrs. Shui and Shangguan Tan returned to the Shangguan Mansion, Shangguan Yuanyuan was naturally there.

At such a family banquet that can be regarded as a reunion day, the imprisoned Shangguan Manlian was released, and the prospective son-in-law Han Zhuolin also came to the door.

Throughout the banquet, Shangguan Yuanyuan could feel Han Zhuolin's unabashed gaze.

I felt sick for a while, I was going to marry Shangguan Manlian, and I was still eating the bowl and watching the pot.

Thinking of the description of Han Zhuolin in the original book, although it is a proper philandering carrot, it is not as disgusting as it is now.

In the book, Han Zhuolin and Shangguan Manlian have not reached the stage of marriage.

Now it seems that the Han family has not been exterminated, but Han Zhuolin's disgusting level has been steadily increasing.

Enduring the numbness of her scalp, Shangguan Yuanyuan waited for the end of the family banquet, greeted her parents and the old lady, and stopped staying any longer.

However, just as she walked out of everyone's sight, she heard hurried footsteps chasing her.

With a gust of wind, Shangguan Yuanyuan smelled that inexplicably disgusting smell, which was Han Zhuolin's usual incense.

It is described in the book that every time the heroine smells the fragrance of Han Zhuolin's body when she is upset, she can always be calmed down.

At this time, I smelled this smell, but I just wanted to lose my sense of taste.

It's too pungent, and it's not comparable to the faint ambergris on Li Zheng's body.

(End of this chapter)