Chapter 491 The Fourth Brother-in-law in Blackface

“Boom”, several figures fell along with the broken tiles.

“Ouch …”

Winsor was lying at the bottom, with Ye Wuyou on his back, and Wenser on top of Ye Wuyou.

Looking at the wretched trio on the ground, Yan Mor Calamity instantly blackened his face, and a cold aura erupted instantly.

“Sango, Big Sis, Little Wunderkind, you guys …”

Liang Sheng was also wide-eyed and looked at Wen Qin and Nuan Se with a speechless expression.

These two people are really idle, not sleeping so late, but even came to peep, peeping even if it’s not enough, but even brought Little Worryless.

Looking at Little Wuyou’s clueless pink eyes, Liangsheng was even more ashamed.

“That, we’re not here to peek, we’re on the roof looking at the stars.”

Nuancer climbed up with Little Wuyou in her arms, and didn’t look at Yan Mor Calamity’s black face, but only lifted her eyes to look at the roof, as if she was studying why that roof was broken.

Wen Chuan also climbed up, pointing at the roof and fawning, “Yes, we came to see the stars, this roof is too unfastened, fourth sister-husband should find someone to fix and mend it when he has time.”

Fourth sister’s husband …

Third brother really dares to call it that, but it’s true, if he marries her, won’t he become the fourth sister’s husband?

Liangsheng turned to Yan Mor Calamity with a strange face, and saw that his handsome face, which was already dark, was even darker at the moment, almost dripping with water.

“How long do you two want to watch the show, and why don’t you come down and take them out.”

Glancing at the broken roof, Yan Mor Calamity coldly spoke.

While Liang Sheng was wondering, Han Xiao and Xiahou Chen flew down.

Seeing Cold Xiao and Xiahou Chen, Liangsheng was even more shy and her little face turned red.

Pulling the covers up and covering her face to play dead, if there were a crack in the ground right now, she wouldn’t hesitate to get in.

Fortunately, Cold Xiao and Xiahou Chen knew they were in the wrong and didn’t linger, directly pulling Wen Qin, Nuancer and Little Wuyou out of the room.

As soon as a few people left, Yan Mor Calamity set up formations around them.

Looking at Liangsheng, who was still masked and pretending to be dead, Yan Mor Calamity favored a smile.

“Well, they’re all gone.”

When Liang Sheng heard this, she lifted the quilt and jumped into Yan Mor Calamity’s arms at once, pouting accusingly, “Big sister and the others are too bad, they even involved second brother.”

Yan Mor Calamity laughed lightly and lovingly rubbed the top of Liang Sheng’s hair.

“They’re not even married yet!”

The implication is that we’ll have plenty of opportunity for revenge.

Liangsheng’s eyes lit up and he abruptly raised his eyes, “That’s right, when they get married, let’s go peek at them as well.”

Looking at Liangsheng’s crystalline eyes, Yan Mor Calamity’s mind moved, and with an evil smile, he came to the edge of those scarlet colored lips, “What do you want to see, I’ll show you.”

In just an instant, Liangsheng was frozen, staring blankly at Yan Mor Calamity, immersed in that evil smile and unable to extricate himself.

He was already born good-looking, and such a smile was even more seductive, even if she saw it every day, she couldn’t help but be mesmerized by it.

Looking at Liangsheng’s dumbfounded and lovely appearance, Yan Mor Calamity’s smile at the corner of his lips deepened, and he leaned down to hold in his lips. He leaned down and held in the lips that were as delicate as cherry blossoms.

The violet watery eyes gradually became mesmerized until finally the delicate . Panting, she closed her eyes.

A night as still as water, charming and long …

In the middle of the night, it actually started to rain.

“With a loud bang, a silver-white lightning bolt streaked down in the air.

In one of the compartments of the East Garden, a small person was awakened by the sound of thunder.

“Mother …”

Ye Wuyou got up violently and looked at the unfamiliar room in a daze for a moment without knowing where she was.

“Boom …”

Another bolt of lightning struck.

“Mother …”

Ye Wuyou was so scared that she lifted off the covers and ran outside.

Outside the house, lightning and thunder, wind and rain, Ye Wuyou was shivering in his bare feet and thin clothes.

Here?

By the way, this is Sister Sheng’s home. Go find Sister Sheng.

“Your Sister Sheng is married, men and women are not related, if she hugs you again, then Brother Yan will be angry.”

Wen Yin’s words suddenly flashed through his mind, and Ye Wuyou’s forward steps abruptly stopped.

I can’t go to Sister Sheng. Brother Yan will be angry.

Ye Wuyou frowned bitterly.

What to do? The only way is to go to Brother Xiao.

Apart from Liang Sheng, Ye Wuyou’s favorite and most admired was the cold xiao.

Standing at the door, Ye Wuyou hesitated again.

Damn, does xiao brother live on his left or right?

After frowning and thinking for a long time, Ye Wuyou still chose the left.

Ye Wuyou catapulted himself into the room on the left with a light hand, then moved quickly to get into the warm comforter.

Still seeming to feel that it wasn’t warm enough, Ye Wuyou rubbed one by one towards the warm source of heat beside him.

Wen Sheng was sleeping soundly, suddenly his chest pressed on a wet thing, and instantly the sleepiness went most of the way.

Snapping his eyes open, he looked at the unidentified mass cowering in his arms and frowned abruptly, “Worryless?”

“I’m sorry brother xiao, I’m afraid of thunder, can I sleep with you tonight.”

Hearing Wen Xing’s hoarse voice with sleepiness, Ye Wuyou explained somewhat guiltily.

“Cocky brother?”

Wen Sheng’s voice steeply drew up, seemingly more angry than if he had just been disturbed from his sleep.

Ye Wuyou frowned and took a closer look at Wen Chuan before he jumped in shock.

“I’m sorry Brother String, I was in the wrong room and I thought you were Brother Cock.”

The more Ye Wuyou said, the darker Wen Qin’s face became.

Looking at Wen Chuan’s black face that could almost drip water, Ye Wuyou swallowed a little fearfully.

“I … I’ll go to xiao brother’s room now.”

Ye Wuyou said, and wanted to jump off the bed, but was grabbed back by Winstring.

“Don’t you dare try?”

Wen Sheng directly pulled Ye Wuyou back into his arms, his voice was very much a bit of gnashing of teeth.

“Brother Chord?”

Ye Wuyou frowned and tried to raise her eyes, but she was pressed by Wen Yin and couldn’t move a muscle.

“Aren’t you afraid of thunder, there’s a lot of it out there right now.”

Wen Sheng grumbled under his breath while exercising his Xuan Qi to dry Ye Wuyou’s soaked clothes and hair.

Ye Wuyou shrunk her neck in fear at the words and nestled in Wen Qin’s arms, completely afraid to move.

Perhaps it was because the clothes were dry, Ye Wuyou felt warm, and there was Wenchuan by his side, so he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the cute little face in his arms, a touch of warmth flashed in Wen Chord’s eyes, and then suddenly he thought of something and was annoyed again.

That black-faced god, is he so good that he would rather go to the black-faced god than come to him.

Reaching out, he wrapped that soft little body into his arms, smelling the faint milky scent, and Wen Chord drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning, Yan Ao Tian recruited Yan Mor Calamity into the palace.

The Imperial Study.

Yan Ao Tian was waiting for Yan Mor Calamity with a haggard face, and the newly added white hair on his temples made him look ten years older.

“You asked for me?”

Looking at Yan Ao Tian’s disheveled appearance, Yan Mor Calamity gently frowned.

“There you are, sit.”

Seeing Yan Mor Calamity, Yan Ao Tian’s eyes lit up and finally raised a trace of spirit.

Yan Mor Calamity sat down as instructed, and the palace attendants quickly served hot tea and then respectfully retreated.

It was quiet in the imperial study, neither of the two spoke first, until after a tea, Yan Ao genius opened his mouth quietly.

“You’re really going with her to Hantian?”

There was a hint of heartbreaking pallor in the raspy voice.

Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes flickered lightly, a touch of guilt crossing his eyes, “I … will take care of this side of things.”

Yan Ao Tian abruptly frowned, his heart violently seized pain.

“I will deal with the matter of the Rising Sun, I only hope that you will not leave Luo Bing for the sake of your mother and Prime Xuan.”

The hoarse old voice was full of pleading.

Yan Mor Calamity lowered his eyes, not daring to look into Yan Ao Tian’s pleading eyes.

It was only after a long time that he said sullenly, “I don’t belong to Luo Bing.”

He belonged to Hantian, and Hantian had too many people waiting for him, and even though Luo Bing had more ties, he still had to go back.

At those words, Yan Ao Tian’s face turned white, his body leaned back, and he couldn’t stop his fingers from trembling lightly.

“You … Are you that desperate?”

How could he, how could he be so cruel …

“Sorry …”

Yan Mor Calamity gave a low murmur before getting up to leave.

After Yan Mor Calamity left, Yan Qingxuan walked out from behind the beaded curtain.

“Father, are you all right?”

Seeing Yan Ao Tian’s face look bad, Yan Qingxuan immediately reached out to support him.

“Xuan’er, Calamity he …”

Yan Ao Tian raised his eyes to look at Yan Qingxuan, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Yan Qingxuan’s eyes flashed lightly, “I heard you.”

He had heard everything that had just been said, which was why he didn’t know how to comfort him.

“How can I stand up to your dead mother when he goes like this.”

Yan Ao Tian said, and even shed a line of old tears.

Looking at such Yan Ao Tian, Yan Qing Xuan’s heart was very bad.

For so many years, his father had been pretending to dislike him in order to protect Mor Calamity. Only he knows how much he loves Mor Calamity, but this love is hidden too deeply, now it is not easy to not want to hide anymore, but Mor Calamity wants to leave, how can this not let him feel bad.

“You have the best relationship with him, and he grew up listening to you the most, so go and persuade him, and he will listen to you.”

Suddenly thinking of something, Yan Ao Tian tightly grasped Yan Qingshen Xuan’s hand, as if he had grabbed the last straw to save his life.

“This time, he won’t listen to me.”

Yan Qingxuan shook his head and gently hugged Want Ao Tian like a child.

He and Stranger Calamity had the best relationship, but because it was good, he couldn’t bear to force him to stay.

He must have had his reasons for insisting on leaving. Whatever the reason was, he didn’t want to force it.

Although he couldn’t bear to see him go, he didn’t want to see him live without a soul.

Before the sixth sibling came, he was soulless, and it was only after the sixth sibling came that he seemed to have a soul again.

Calmness was once again restored in the imperial study, and Yan Qingshen Xuan just quietly hugged Yan Aotian for a long time.

“Slave servant, see the Sixth Prince.”

Yan Mor Calamity had just walked out of the imperial study when he encountered a familiar-looking palace maid.

Yan Mor Calamity frowned and looked at the courtesan without saying anything.

The courtesan rose to her own feet, then looked around warily to make sure no one was there before softly saying, “My master has an invitation.”

Yan Mor Calamity’s brows tightened a few more points at his words, and when he looked up again, the courtesan was already leading the way.

Looking at the courtesan’s back, Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes flickered lightly, and finally lifted his foot to follow.

That palace maid’s footsteps were fast, and in a moment’s time, she brought Yan Mor Calamity to a remote palace.

In the center of the great hall stood a person cloaked in a black cloak, looking at that figure it should be a woman.

The woman slowly turned around, “Sixth Prince.”

Seeing the woman’s face, Yan Mor Calamity abruptly frowned, “It’s you?”