Zhou Zhennan spent ten days to find out Liang Yan's routine, successfully dealt with the people around her, grabbed her, and notified Yi Huan. After receiving this news, Yi Huan immediately went out. Mrs. Yan muttered something behind her, and she just pretended that she didn't hear it.

Liang Yan was imprisoned by Zhou Zhennan in the dungeon of Longhu Hall. He did not torture or interrogate him. He covered his head with a black cloth bag and tied it to a chair. Unable to see the situation outside, Liang Yan didn't know where he was, and shouted in horror: "Let me go, let me go, who are you? What do you want to do?"

Neglected, Liang Yan's body kept shaking. What would be the person who kidnapped her? Why did she kidnap her?

Liang Yan waited for a while in panic. The black cloth bag on her head was taken off. The light suddenly shone, which made her close her eyes. After a while, she slowly opened it. She saw the person sitting opposite her, "Yi Huan!"

Yi Huan smiled brilliantly, "Ms. Liang."

"It was you, you asked me to kidnap me. What do you want to do?" Liang Yan asked sharply.

"Miss Liang, you are so smart, why not guess what I want to do?" Yi Huan shook the dagger in his hand.

Liang Yan looked at the dagger with a cold light, swallowed her saliva and said, "Yi Huan, you can't do this."

"Why can't it?" Yi Huan sneered, "You don't think you can escape after you miscarriage, right?"

"Your miscarriage has nothing to do with me, I don't know that you are pregnant at all." Liang Yan didn't dare and couldn't admit it.

"Ms. Liang really has no way to know about my pregnancy, but you tripped me and caused me to have an abortion. This is the fact. I tied you up to settle the score with you. No matter how much you deny it, it is useless. Tell me, what are you and Qu Ling'er calculating?" Yi Huan asked coldly.

"We didn't plan anything, I just made up my mind for a moment." Liang Yan said with a flash of eyes.

Yi Huan walked over and put the dagger on Liang Yan's face, "There is no old grudge or new hatred between you and me. If you harm me like this, do you think I will believe it?"

Liang Yan was speechless.

Yi Huan suppressed the dagger, "Does Miss Liang really have to take on everything?"

A trace of struggle flashed in Liang Yan's eyes, but she still said nothing.

Yi Huan moved his hand, and the sharp dagger cut Liang Yan's tender skin. Liang Yan screamed; Yi Huan was as calm as water, with cold eyes, "I have studied medicine. I can cut thousands of knives on you without letting you die. Do Miss Liang want to give it a try?"

This is to scare Liang Yan, but Liang Yan believes it is true, "You can't do this."

"I can." Yi Huan raised his hand and slashed her forehead again, "Miss Liang, you don't have much time. If you hesitate, your beauty will be gone." Yi Huan didn't think about destroying her face at first, but Liang Yan tied her to a chair and cutting other places was not so easy.

"You...you poisonous woman." Liang Yan cursed.

Yi Huan responded to her, and another wound was added to her right cheek, "Ms. Liang, now I apply medicine, maybe I can leave no scars."

"I said, you won't beat him anymore." Liang Yan was a young woman, so she naturally cared about her appearance.

Yi Huan took back the dagger, and Liang Yan slowly told the matter she discussed with Qu Ling'er. Of course, the responsibility lies with Qu Ling'er. She is just an orphan who has no father or mother to defect to her cousin. She has no choice but to obey Qu Ling'er, so it is because of Qu Ling'er, and it has nothing to do with her. "Mrs. Seventh Young Master, I have told you everything, can you let me go, right?"

Before Yi Huan could answer, Yan Zi replied, "No."

Yi Huan looked back and said, "Xuanling, when did you come?"

"I've been there all the time." Yan Zi walked back and took the dagger away from her hand.

Yi Huan was stunned and immediately understood, "Brother Nan has told you everything."

"The children are ours. If we want to take revenge, we should avenge them together." Yan Zihui could see that Yi Huan was forcing her to smile these days.

"How do you want to avenge this revenge?" Yi Huan asked.

"One life will be rewarded." Yan Zihui said coldly. His child died before he was born and must be repaid with the life of the culprit.

Liang Yan was so scared that she shouted, "I didn't mean it. I never thought about letting Mrs. Qi's wife have a miscarriage." When she learned that Yi Huan had an abortion that day, she was as panicked as she was now.

Yi Huan glanced at Liang Yan, "Where is Qu Ling'er?" She asked herself that she had never offended Qu Ling'er, but she didn't want Qu Ling'er to be ill-incident and actually wanted Liang Yan to replace her. Although Liang Yan was hateful, Qu Ling'er was not a good thing, and Yi Huan didn't want Qu Ling'er to let him go.

"Huan'er, with me here, she can't escape." Yan Zi said with his hand back.

Yi Huan shook his hand back, "Then I'll go out first." The bloody scene of murder can avoid it if you can.

When he walked to the door, Yi Huan saw Zhou Zhennan who was guarding there and glared at him. Zhou Zhennan smiled and bowed. It was more appropriate for the son-in-law to do such a cruel thing.

Yi Huan went to the front hall to sit down and drink tea. After more than ten or twenty minutes, Yan Zi came out after returning, "Huan'er, I'm back home."

Yi Huan didn't ask much, followed Yan Zi back out and got into the car and returned to the Governor's Mansion. In front of Yan Zihui, Mrs. Yan said nothing. When Yan Zihui returned, she looked at Yi Huan with a bad look, as if she was blaming her for being ignorant. When Yan Zihui was so busy, she went out to find him and disturb him. Yi Huan ignored her. She would play a harmonious mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with Mrs. Yan in front of Yan Zihui.

That night, Yan Zi came back to bathe and saw Yi Huan lying on the bed. The soft light shone on her slightly thin pretty face, adding a bit of hazy beauty. Yan Zi returned to bed and hugged her in her arms, "Are you waiting for me to fall asleep together?"

"Yes, it's rare that you are at home, so of course you have to wait for you together." Yi Huan found a comfortable position in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Huan'er." Yan Zi replied guiltily.

Yi Huan chuckled and said, "No need to say sorry, I know you are busy with serious business, not going out to have sex with the grass."

"I already have you, the fairy flower, and I don't like those ordinary flowers and vulgar grasses." Yan Zi smiled and said.

Yi Huan raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Clever words make people look good."

"I am true." Yan Zi kissed her lips and endured the desire to move inside her body. The two of them had not had fun for a long time, but unfortunately, the hundred-day hot filial piety had not passed yet. Yi Huan's body had not yet been well-behaved, so she could only dispel the beautiful atmosphere. "Tomorrow morning, someone will give her a big gift to her sister-in-law. Stay away from you at that time."

Yi Huan suddenly realized something was wrong, "What a great gift?"

"It's not a good thing, don't look at it, so as not to taint your eyes." Yan Zi said calmly.

"Oh, I won't watch it." Yi Huan replied obediently.

The next morning, someone gave a gift to the door and pointed out that it would give it to the sixth wife Qu Ling'er. Liu Shiyin and others were very curious and asked her, "Who gave you a gift? Such a big brocade box."

Yi Huan didn't say anything, but was a little curious about the gift that Yan Zihui sent to give him. He did not leave as he said last night, but sat there waiting for Qu Ling'er to put away the gift.

"I don't know who would give me such a big gift." Qu Ling'er smiled.

"It must be my sixth brother who gave it to you to please." Li Manniang smiled.

Qu Ling'er curled her lips and said, "He doesn't have such thoughts."

Jiang Zhizhi urged: "Okay, no matter who gave it, it's good. Let's take it apart and take a look."

Qu Ling'er opened the brocade box, saw what was inside, and screamed in horror, "Ah!"

Li Manniang and Jiang Zhizhi, who were watching next to him, also screamed at the same time. The box was knocked over to the ground, and a head rolled out of the box. Now even Mrs. Yan, 6 Shiyin and others shouted. Several maids in the house did not dare to approach and retreated to the corner.

Yi Huan was the first to calm down and asked deliberately: "Sister-in-law, have you offended someone?"

"I, I don't." Qu Ling'er intuitively denies.

"Let me take this thing away quickly." Mrs. Yan shouted with her eyes closed.

At this time, Qu Ling'er finally recognized who the head was, "Cousin."

"Cousin, my poor cousin, who is not satisfied with you because you killed me, and you still want to make you feel distant? Cousin, my poor cousin." Qu Ling'er cried so hard, but the person sat there motionless, letting Liang Yan's head stoop on the ground.

"Sixth brother and sister-in-law, I'm not talking about you. This is a mess. How can you let your cousin live outside alone?" 6 Shiyin pretended to be a good person at this time. Anyway, he was dead and it was impossible to move in.

Qu Ling'er has trouble saying.

"Ms. Liang was so miserable when he was young, he suffered such misfortune." Wang Hong sighed.

Jiang Zhizhi also sighed and said, "These evil men are really good at it. It's not enough to kill people, but they even chop off their heads."

After a few girls said nonsense, 6 Shiyin said, "This is so strange. Why did those gangsters cut off their heads and give them to their sixth brother and sister after they killed Miss Liang?"

6 Shiyin and others couldn't understand this matter. After her reminder, Qu Ling'er thought of something and looked at Yi Huan. It was not that she had conspired with Liang Yan, so that Yi Huan could know. Kill Liang Yan, cut off her head and sent it to warn her. When Yi Huan saw Qu Ling'er looking over, the corners of her lips raised, and a meaningful smile appeared. Qu Ling'er looked away with guilt. Now that Liang Yan is dead, the matter should be over.

"Go and call a guard in and clean up." 6 Shiyin looked at the head and felt creepy.

The maid responded and went out to call for someone quickly, and it was a blessing that they didn't need to clean up. Liang Yan's head was put into a brocade box and took it out, and Qu Ling'er didn't ask how to deal with it. From this day on, Qu Ling'er looked at Yi Huan with timidity; Liang Yan was dead, and the child's revenge was avenged, and Yi Huan never thought of killing Qu Ling'er; Qu Ling'er knew that she was afraid, and there would be no trouble in the future.

As the days froze, another half month passed, and the weather gradually warmed up in March. Yan Zikang had returned from Shengjing and trained soldiers in the barracks every day. Yan Zikang took over the northern regime smoothly. After more than a month of busyness, he finally became a little free. Just after noon that day, he returned to the Governor's Mansion. Mrs. Yan was not in the hall, and there were only a few servants cleaning the hall. Seeing him in, he called out, "Governor."

Yan Zi nodded back, took off his armed belt while walking, handed it to Yang Yihua, went straight upstairs, got to the bedroom door, knocked on the door, but there was no sound inside. When he opened the door, he saw that Yi Huan was not in the room. After thinking about it, he turned to the study.

When she pushed the door open, she saw Yi Huan standing in front of the desk, bent over, holding a thin brush in her hand, hanging shoulder-length on both sides of her cheeks. She was painting seriously, but Yan Zi walked over, but she didn't react. Yan Zi turned her head to see the painting she was painting. There were two furry chicks on the picture, and they cried out to the outside of the picture, as if waiting for the hen to feed.

"These two little chickens are cute." Yan Zi smiled and praised. He knew she could draw, but he didn't expect that her painting skills were so outstanding.

"When did you come back?" Yi Huan pinched his waist and asked with a smile.

Yan Zi turned around and reached out to help her rub her waist, and asked, "The most effort is spent on fine brushwork, why do you think of drawing this?"

His powerful big hand was pressed against his waist, and his strength was moderate. Yi Huan felt extremely comfortable. He leaned on his shoulder and said, "The woman will hold an auction. Mrs. Zou asked me to donate something. I thought about it and decided to donate the fine brushwork to her. How about it, can it be?"

"It was so well painted. It will surely amazed the audience on the day of the auction, and everyone will compete to bid." Yan Zi replied endlessly.

Yi Huan laughed, "Even if I don't draw well, those people will bid for the auction. Who made me the governor's wife?"

Yan Zi replied seriously: "Mrs. Yan, it is wrong to underestimate himself."

"Is this arrogance of myself? It's human nature?" Yi Huan laughed, "Okay, don't rub it anymore, I'm going to continue painting."

Yan Zihui suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled away the pen. Yi Huan looked at him in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Let's take a break, I'll help you rub your waist. The meticulous brushwork is too tiring. Don't look at your eyes badly, and you don't draw less in the future." Yan Zi replied and picked her up and walked towards the soft couch.

Yi Huan reached out to put his arm around his neck and replied with a smile: "Okay, listen to you."

Yan Zihui carefully placed Yi Huan on the couch and gave her a massage. Perhaps because it was too comfortable, Yi Huan fell asleep in a daze. Yan Zihui carefully turned her over, pulled the thin blanket, put it on her belly, took a book casually, sat next to her reading and guarding her.

After Yi Huan woke up for an hour, he closed his head and scolded Yan Zi angrily, "Hate, I'm delaying my time. What do you want me to give to Mrs. Zou tomorrow?"

"Just draw a sketch for her, just keep this painting for you to draw slowly." Yan Zi replied casually.

"How can that be? I agreed to draw a fine brushwork for her. You go out and don't disturb me here." Yi Huan pushed Yan Zi back and out.

"Mrs. Yan, can you keep the young one in the room and add fragrance?" Yan Zi replied with a smile on his face.

Yi Huan burst into laughter, "Mr. Yan, Hongxiu Tianxiang is her daughter's home, and it is not suitable for you."

"What should I say?" Yan Zihui asked without shame.

Yi Huan's eyes fluttered, "Let's add fragrance to the blue sleeves."

"Mrs. Yan, it's rare for the young to be at home. Is it good to leave the young to be in the room and add fragrance?" Yan Zihui changed his mouth with kindness.

When Yi Huan heard this, he softened his heart and agreed, just reminded him: "Be good, don't disturb me."
Chapter completed!