The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 48: Brother Yan Mao?

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The silver-faced guard's eyes are indifferent, so he thinks a little, "Lead the way ahead."

"Thank you, my lord! I'm troubled!" Huan Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief. The silver-faced guard behaved strangely. He squeezed her face when he came up, but he seemed to be very talkative.

Huan Qingyan couldn't help but glanced at it from the corner.

This person! His voice, the look in his eyes...like that bridal brother?

It turns out that he is the silver-faced guardian of the Chuiyun Empire?

NONONO...this is an illusion!

No wonder you just poked and squeezed her like this just now, was you avenging her last time? Damn it! It's not too late for a gentleman to get revenge for ten years. Does he need such a retribution?

By the way, does he not believe that she succeeded in losing weight? Become a slender beauty? Shocked? Did you pinch her?

Can cause such an effect to someone who is so calm about Brother Lin Mao. It seems that she has really become a beautiful woman this time.

If it weren't for the sudden death of Dad, Huan Qingyan would still think about it.

She is not in this mood now.

Hey, although there is no deep hatred between her and Brother Lin Mao, they threw their boots into the pit. This is definitely not a peaceful and friendly exchange.

Can't think, can't think, even if he is the brim-brimmed brother, she will pretend not to know him.

I didn't recognize it.

There was no more words along the way, and the two hurried to the mourning hall one after another.

Above the mourning hall, there is a plain, with a pitch-black coffin in the center. In front of the hall is a portrait of Huan Beiming before his death, thin and indifferent, with a smile on his face.

A thin woman kneeling in front of the coffin, wearing sackcloth and filial piety, her face pale, her eyes swollen from crying, and a five- or six-year-old boy in her arms. The boy was terrified and at a loss. Pitiful appearance.

These two people are Mrs. Magic Zhang Zhiluo and Huan Xinghan.

Behind the two of her, there are a few kneeling maids, who from time to time persuaded the crying Madame Fantastical, and further away there is a large group of people standing, including men and women. These are all fictions. The so-called relatives of the family!

Sure enough, the kinsmen of the wolves and tigers in the previous life have arrived.

When Huan Qingyan saw them, the resentment of the rebirth girl grew again.

"Relax and owe you what you owe you, and I will find them back in this life."

Huan Qingyan quickly consoled her, and her emotions slowly stabilized.

Among these kinsmen, some of the older people are still caring about face, with sad expressions.

There are a few young people with a hip-hop look, and they don't even bother to cover up. They looked around the carved room, as if they were looking at their own things, full of greed.

As soon as Huan Qingyan entered the mourning hall, she just glanced at these people, and respectfully guarded the silver face behind her, "My lord, please."

The silver-faced guard also gave a lot of face, and he hummed, stepping forward, with extraordinary bearing and incomparable deterrence.

As soon as he came in, everyone present was shocked, and a few timid consciences took a few steps back.

Mrs. Huan handed the son in her arms to the big girl behind her, and hurriedly stood up. Because she stood too hastily, she was about to fall down if she was dizzy, Huan Qingyan took her Madam Huan quickly Hold on, "Aniang be careful."

Mrs. Huan was taken aback for a moment, the beautiful and moving in front of him, why did the thin and thin girl call her mother-in-law?

This little girl has a delicate body and picturesque eyebrows. The most eye-catching thing is a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, charming and peachy, cold and arrogant and agile, and quite beautiful, her skin is like snow, her lips are like points. Sakura is as beautiful as a painting.