Chapter 112 Han Fei: Something is wrong with my sister
Han Wangan and Honglian seemed to be very confident in Yang Chong's martial arts. This time when Honglian went out of the palace to pick up Han Fei, she only let Yang Chong follow her, instead of bringing a team of guards with her.

When she first left King Han's Palace, Honglian was still a princess, taking small and dignified steps, so gentle. But as she walked further and further away from King Han's Palace, Honglian slowly returned to her true nature, running and jumping along the way, and would go up to take a look at every stall she saw.

If she were a girl from an ordinary family, she would probably just look at it, but Honglian was not like that. Although Han Wangan was very poor recently, he was not as poor as Honglian, so while shopping, Honglian's desire to shop was ignited.

No matter whether it is useful or useless, as long as Honglian thinks it is beautiful, fun and delicious, he will take it all.

Food was not so bad as Hong Lian could finish it in time as her little mouth almost never stopped eating. But the food that could not be eaten had to be piled on Yang Chong. Before they had even toured half of the prosperous Xinzheng, Yang Chong's body was already piled with all kinds of miscellaneous things.

Honglian bought another silk scarf, and then looked at Yang Chong out of habit, to see if there was any place on Yang Chong's body where she could stuff things. However, after looking for a long time, she found that both of Yang Chong's arms were already filled with packages one after another, and there seemed to be no place to stuff anything.

But this time when Honglian left the palace, besides picking up her brother Han Fei, another important purpose was to torment Yang Chong to vent her resentment. How could she let Yang Chong go easily?

"Open your arms." Seeing that Yang Chong had no idea where to start, Honglian thought for a while and came up with what she thought was a good idea.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Chong said with his arms open, with impatience in his heart. Honglian's unruly nature might be cute to those who like her, but Yang Chong was not interested in the daughter of Han Wangan, so in his eyes, this Princess Honglian was just annoying.

"I'll add something for you. What? Do you dare to disobey this princess?" Honglian said in a vicious voice. She had already come in front of Yang Chong and stood on tiptoe to tie the scarf around Yang Chong's neck.

In Honglian's opinion, tying a woman's silk scarf around Yang Chong and letting him walk on the streets of Xinzheng would definitely make him look very ugly. As long as it was something Yang Chong didn't like, she, Honglian, liked it.

"Disobedience? This girl is becoming more and more addicted." Yang Chong was unhappy, but he could only let it go. Now was not the time for revenge.

Seeing Yang Chong's reluctant but helpless look, Honglian was very happy and happily tied the scarf around Yang Chong's neck.

However, Yang Chong was much taller than her, and even if she stood on tiptoe, she still could not do it. She could only stick as close to Yang Chong as possible. At first, Honglian was immersed in the joy of her successful prank and did not feel anything. But when she really tied the scarf around Yang Chong's neck, she realized that she was now completely pressed against Yang Chong's arms, and her clothes were even stuck to Yang Chong.

The sudden distance startled Honglian, and she realized that the distance between her and Yang Chong was too close. The hot air exhaled by Yang Chong hit her face and neck. The hot and humid feeling made Honglian's heart beat violently several times. It was a strange yet forbidden breath.

Yang Chong was slightly startled by the shy look that Honglian revealed in an instant. Suddenly, he felt that although this pink and tender little Honglian was green, it already had a sweet scent.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here." Honglian, who was angry and embarrassed because of the sudden throbbing in her heart, glared at Yang Chong, grabbed the silk scarf around Yang Chong's neck and was about to lead Yang Chong away.

In an instant, the slight good impression Yang Chong had for Honglian completely disappeared, and was replaced by intolerance. Honglian, who was unruly and willful and did not treat others as human beings, had the same hateful quality as Han Fei and others, that is, arrogance.

Yang Chong, feeling disgusted, was too lazy to cooperate with Honglian anymore. He simply clasped his arms together and held Honglian tightly in his arms.

"How dare you! What are you going to do?" Honglian didn't react until Yang Chong completely closed his arms.

"What do you think I'm going to do? I've tolerated you for so long. Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you're a princess?" The package Yang Chong was holding in his hand and hanging on his arm directly buried Honglian in it. At this time, outsiders could no longer see Honglian's upper body.

"I'm warning you, I'm a princess. If you dare to do anything against me, I'll let my father chop off your head." Honglian would rather lose the battle than the person. Even though she was already in a panic at this moment, her cherry lips were still stubborn and she spoke aggressively.

"Ha, you seem to be completely unaware of your current situation." Yang Chong sneered and directly blocked Honglian's chattering lips and tongue. As for what he used to block her, of course it was tooth for tooth.

"Woo woo." Honglian's eyes widened and she was unable to react for a moment. It was not until a tongue appeared in her mouth that she realized what had happened, but it was too late.

Honglian originally thought that she was teasing Ji Wuye's lackey, but she never expected that the lackey was not a lackey, but a tiger, a man-eating tiger.

Honglian struggled violently, but her little bit of strength was nothing compared to Yang Chong. It was insignificant and her so-called struggle was just in vain.

When Yang Chong let go of Honglian, she had turned into a limp ball and fell in Yang Chong's arms, breathing in big gulps of air while dizzy. Just now, she was almost suffocated to death.

As oxygen entered her blood, Honglian slowly woke up. She had just been forcefully kissed, and the strange smell still lingered between her taste buds, constantly assaulting her mind. "You, I'm going to let my father chop off your head." Honglian said angrily, her eyes red, she was both ashamed and angry.

"Are you sure?" Yang Chong looked at Honglian. There were some methods he was reluctant to use on a woman, but Honglian insisted on coming to him, so Yang Chong had no need to show mercy to her.

"I must kill..." Honglian said irritably, but he could not continue speaking. The shame and anger in his eyes gradually turned into confusion, and in the confusion slowly turned into a smile, and in the smile he gradually immersed himself in tenderness.

Why do I make things difficult for him? Because he ignores me, and I am angry because he ignores me. Why do I care so much about his ignoring me? Because I like him?
Under the guidance of Yang Chong's soul-capturing technique, Honglian's thoughts have changed. Although she remembers everything and her memory has not disappeared, Yang Chong has added other things to her memory.

"I like him? That's why I keep making things difficult for him, hoping to attract his attention and let him focus on me?" Honglian looked at Yang Chong infatuatedly, with another meaning in her eyes.

"Then just now, was it me who took the initiative just now?" Honglian suddenly thought of this and didn't dare to look at Yang Chong anymore.

"Please respect yourself, Princess." Yang Chong pushed Honglian away and said righteously that he would let Honglian struggle with true and false memories from now on, as it was none of his business anyway.

"I..." The word 'self-respect' made Honglian react.

I took the initiative? Honglian, realizing the problem, instantly turned into a real little spark.

How could I do that? Honglian didn't dare to look at Yang Chong. At this time, in her subconscious mind, she had already regarded Yang Chong's words as the truth.

Thinking about how she had actually done such a thing in the street, Honglian felt that the passers-by looked at her with ridicule, mockery, and even contempt.

"Let's go quickly." Honglian whispered, not daring to stay for a moment, and fled in panic.

"Why bother?" Yang Chong looked at Honglian's back as he fled in a panic and shook his head sympathetically. He was obviously just a newbie, yet he insisted on challenging difficult things.

Compared to Honglian's embarrassment, Han Fei was much more cheerful at this moment. Having been away from home for many years, he looked at everything around him that was familiar, the familiar buildings, the familiar voices, with a smile on his face.

Although Xinzheng is not the best city, it is his hometown, and he will make it a better place.

There will be many challenges ahead, but I will never back down. Han Fei looked at Xinzheng in front of him with love in his eyes.

"Honglian?" Han Fei's sight swept across the figures, and finally stopped on a strange yet familiar figure.

The pink palace dress, the chubby little face, and the familiar eyes, although there have been great changes compared to the little girl back then, the familiarity that came from the blood still allowed Han Fei to determine the identity of the girl in front of him at first sight.

"Brother." Honglian smiled sweetly when she saw Han Fei, but she was a little absent-minded because of what happened just now. Although she was still happy to meet her closest brother after a long separation, she did not rush to him at the first time.

Seeing this red lotus in Han Fei's eyes, the ninth son of the Korean nation felt a little disappointed, but it was only a fleeting feeling, and was soon replaced by another feeling: My sister has grown up, and is no longer the little girl who sticks to me all day long.

"What happened today? Now that you've grown up, you have worries too?" Han Fei walked up to Honglian, smiled and patted her on the head.

"What? You pat me on the head as soon as we meet. I'm already grown up." Honglian grabbed Han Fei's hand and complained.

"Even if you live to be a hundred years old, you are still my sister." Han Fei laughed. Only then did he find a familiar feeling from Honglian. This was his sister Honglian.

"A hundred years old? Wouldn't that mean I'll become an old woman? I don't want to live to be a hundred years old." Honglian curled her lips. Compared to a hundred years of life, beauty was obviously more attractive to her. While she was speaking, she couldn't help but look at Yang Chong beside her. What would Yang Chong be like at the age of a hundred?
Han Fei was very keen to notice the changes in Honglian's eyes, and then he noticed Yang Chong's existence. Originally, he only regarded Yang Chong as a guard beside Honglian, but Honglian's shy concern and concealment made Han Fei feel depressed.

There's something wrong with my sister!
(End of this chapter)