Chapter 6: The 1st

Yan Tao did not write too much about this unofficial history. He was the second son of Princess Yongkang and Marquis of Huaiyin. It is reported that when Princess Yongkang was pregnant, she encountered the Southern Army crossing the river. After years of war, Princess Yongkang led her servants to Luoyang and gave birth to this son after several hardships on the way.

The years were not good. The noble man, who should have been the prince of the Marquis's mansion, was accidentally lost in the war. When the war silenced, Princess Yongkang was welcomed back to Yecheng, but she was already ill. She was calling small words in her mouth when she was dying.

Fortunately, the imperial doctor sent by the late emperor from the palace was rejuvenated, and he was able to save people. Until twelve years later, an old woman who claimed to be a princess and came back with this young man who had been lost for too long...

This season, the heat is severe, and you will be cured by serious illness, and don’t be too a layman.

Yan Luan nodded with a hurried smile. Her second brother, since he was lost in the chaos army, has been living outside the border for more than ten years. He has been stained with a lot of barbaric aura. Although he has bright eyes and a majestic weapon, his eyes are as fierce as wild wolves, and as cold as frost, he is extremely creepy.

I'll go back now if I have more care for my second brother.

There was an example of the eldest brother Yan Jing, and Yan Luan didn't dare to take any warning from this second brother. She lifted her long skirt and walked out from the cherry blossom forest. When she passed by Yan Tao, she was a little faster.

Ah！

Perhaps she was too hasty and stepped on the pebbles covered with moss without any warning. The soft-soled embroidered shoes were not slippery. They instantly lost their center of gravity and fell to the ground. A severe pain came from their ankles.

Master!

The servants from afar rushed over, but were swung back by Yan Tao. He squatted down with expressionless face, his sword eyebrows slightly locked. Knowing that Yan Luan was seriously injured, he hugged the girl who was crying for pain.

Second brother!You, let me go...

Her voice was a little panicked. She wanted to struggle and jump out of Yan Tao's arms regardless of the pain on her feet, but Yan Tao tightened her slender waist, and he could only hear him say coldly.

Don’t move around, you hurt your feet, I’ll take you back.

Even if Yan Luan was afraid, she would not dare to say anything. Her second brother was born strong, which was more powerful than the young masters of Yecheng's aristocratic family. Her arms, who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, seemed to be no heavier than twisting a feather.

He sent the person back to Fanghua Pavilion, but Yan Tao did not leave, but placed Yan Luan on the cold bed and asked the servants to bring the liquor over.

If you twist your feet, you must use wine to dispel the blood stasis, otherwise it will be swollen.

As he was talking, he grabbed Yan Luan's wounded foot and raised it on his legs. He took off his brown embroidered shoes and white socks regardless of Yan Luan's exclamation.

Second brother, let the doctor come over!

In ancient times, women's feet could not be easily shown to men, and even their own brothers were inconsistent.

Moreover, Yan Luan had sharp eyes and found that Yan Tao looked at his feet when he took off his socks, and his breathing became heavier in an instant.

This is by no means a good phenomenon.

Yan Tao looked at Yan Luan coldly, and heard the alienation in her mouth. The big hand holding Linglong's little feet not only did not let go, but instead became tighter.

Don’t be afraid, my little sister. I was often injured when I was young. I had practiced the skills of striking and bone correction. I was afraid that the doctor would not be able to compare with me. You should endure the pain, and it would be fine after a while.

When he lowered his head again, Yan Tao's eyes fell on his little feet in his palm. His sister was covered in ice-skinned and jade-like bones. Even these jade feet were soft, tender and cute. Her well-trimmed toes were as pink and seductive as shells...

Yan Luan found that his second brother was looking at his feet and rolling his throat as if he was swallowing saliva. He immediately became creepy and said: Second brother, my feet hurt so much, you should hurry up.

Yan Tao, who was interrupted, seemed a little unhappy, responded heavily, and drank some strong wine in one hand, slowly applied it to Yan Luan's snow-colored ankle, and began to twist it lightly. His technique was very skillful and he didn't use much force, but it hurt so much that Yan Luan couldn't help but shout.

Oh... gently, gently... it hurts so much!Wow, second brother, please be gentle... Don't, stop doing it, I can't stand it!

The cute girl's voice that almost cried was as gentle as a yellow oriole from the valley, and her jade hands pushed Yan Tao's arms to stop Yan Tao. It was hot in the midsummer and her clothes were all thin. Through the gauze, he clearly felt the warmth in the girl's palm. The aggravated breathing was already filled with the tempting sweetness of the girl.

At this moment, Yan Tao felt his crotch hard.

The cold big palm twisted his feet, which were not much bigger than the palm of his hand, and Yan Luan immediately screamed shrillly.

OK, you can go down and have a walk, it should be fine.

He carefully placed the girl's feet on the cool floor. Yan Tao took the opportunity to pick up Yan Luan, but her movements were faster than him, so he got off the cold bed and walked hesitantly for a few steps.

Hey, it really doesn't hurt anymore!Thank you, second brother...

Even after walking several steps, it was normal. Yan Luan was overjoyed for a moment. He didn't even have time to wipe the crystal tears hanging on his curved eyelids, so he thanked Yan Tao sincerely.

At this time, the terrifying gaze that the man had been staring at her naked feet was also ignored.

It was not until a long time later that Yan Luan realized that there was a kind of psychopathic man called foot fetish, but at that time she had been pressed by Yan Tao under her crotch, and her tender little feet were licked and bitten by him...

As soon as Yan Tao was sent away, guests came to Fanghua Pavilion. Yan Luan changed into a dress shirt while serving the servant, held a bun, and flirted with her hand. She saw a young woman kneeling on a cool mat and drinking tea quietly.

Oh, it's Sister Fei.

This person is Yan Luan's concubine sister. Yan Fei, the eldest daughter born to Yan Rong, the Marquis of Huaiyin, and his wife Bian, who is eighteen years old. She is also beautiful and charming. It's a pity that she is a vicious little beauty.

At first, Yan Luan didn't know, but she felt that this concubine looked charming and had a weak attitude. Later, she realized what it means to know people but not their hearts.

This girl has always been a mortal enemy of Yan Luan, that is, the Beixiang County Lord Chu Yunshang. She is the so-called birds of a feather and her heart is so dark.

The last time Chu Yunshang pushed her into the water, most of the time it was caused by this woman's instigation. As for why she hated Yan Luan so much, there was a reason.

It is reported that there was a childhood sweetheart Mrs. Bian who brought Yecheng from his ancestral home to Kuaiji, Hengguo. At that time, he was recruited as the son-in-law of the dynasty. Although Princess Yongkang was angry, she also allowed him to take this woman as her concubine.

But Mrs. Bian was born in the countryside and had a very narrow mind. Relying on her childhood friendship for many years, she blew the wind beside Yan Rong's ears many times, provoking disagreement, annoyed Princess Yongkang, and was ordered to be expelled from the mansion. Due to the princess' power, Yan Rong did not dare to say much, but secretly hid Bian in a villa. Until a year later, Bian gave birth to a son and was welcomed back to the mansion by Fengguang. Princess Yongkang had nothing to do.

The real accident still starts from the Southern Army crossing the river that year.