"Brother Yang, Shiyao begs you to let me practice with peace of mind." Deng Shiyao showed her begging for the first time, her fragile side, and the love and hatred flashed in her bright eyes.

"No." Yang Fan sneered, his figure flashed, and appeared in front of Deng Shiyao like a phantom.

"You..." Deng Shiyao was already hugged by Yang Fan.

"Haha... you don't have the right to choose. Because you are my Yang woman, I won't let you practice the 'Taishang Forget Love Art'. If anyone marrys you, I will kill him."

Yang Fan's voice seemed to be understatement, but it was as steady as a mountain, giving people a sense of down-to-earth and impressed.

"What! Don't you want to?" Yang Fan's eyes flashed: "In your Confucian etiquette, there is no strict number of wives and concubines."

"Brother Yang, Rong Shiyao will consider it again when he returns to Northern Qin."

Deng Shiyao had no power to resist, and a trace of helplessness appeared on her pretty face.

Yang Fan let her go and said calmly: "I hope you can think about it carefully. I have a book called "The Great Law of the Heavenly Confucian Law" here. What I got from Tianlan Palace should not be ordinary."

"The Great Law of Heavenly Confucianism? This is a lost Confucianism book." Deng Shiyao was surprised, but refused to accept Yang Fan's things.

"Hmph, you have to ask for it even if you don't want it." Yang Fan forced the "Tianru Dafa" to Deng Shiyao.

Deng Shiyao was mixed with joy and anger and looked at Yang Fan: "I haven't seen each other for several years, and my elder brother seems to have changed a lot. How can I become so domineering? If Shiyao refuses to become a dual-cultural partner with you, will you force me?"

Yang Fan pursed his lips: "What's wrong?"

But he thought to himself: "Shiyao, all this is for your own good. Even if you are kidnapped, you will be tied back. Otherwise, how can I feel at ease if I leave you in the inland sea?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan's forced and domineering policy gradually unraveled the knot with Deng Shiyao.

Deng Shiyao occasionally smiles, perhaps because of her silent smile for more than ten years, and looks so sweet.

In this vast sea, both of them were strangers from other places. Not to mention the relationship between them, they were both old friends of the Northern Qin Dynasty, so they were very close.

"Brother, it's so late. Should you go back? This is Shiyao's cave?"

At the end of the conversation, although Deng Shiyao was a little reluctant to leave, she still stood up to see her off.

Yang Fan just walked to the entrance of the cave mansion, his eyes lit up, and suddenly stopped, and said with a sneer: "Shiyao, it's so troublesome to go in and out like this. Why not let me live in your mansion, wouldn't that be even better?"

Yang Fan obviously looked a little unfair.
Chapter completed!