Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

As for her parents, this girl still has some conscience and did not trouble her elders.

As brothers of the same generation, they have suffered too many losses, especially the younger brother. This girl likes to play tricks on the younger ones.

Well, it is possible that I am just too stupid and easy to be fooled.

Sometimes I also like to tease my younger brother, but he was led astray by the girl in front of me. Otherwise, he would have been a good brother who cared for his younger brother.

Xin Ye took the initiative to explain the reason: "It's like this, when I met my wife, she had already lost her memory, and was abducted by human traffickers and almost sold to a brothel.

She remembered nothing except her own name, and she was penniless and had no proof of household registration.

My daughter-in-law fell in love with me at first sight and got married to me on the same day. The official in the government took pity on her situation and arranged a new household registration for her on the same day.

If you are really my wife's elder brother, please prove your identity, such as household registration certificate, etc."

Upon hearing that their sister, whom they had been looking for for a year, was actually marrying a man of unknown origin, Hua Murong was so angry that she immediately stood up, grabbed Xin Ye's collar, and swung her fist at him.

The fist did not hit Xin Ye's face and was intercepted by Yan Yiyi halfway.

Hua Murong's anger intensified because of Yan Yiyi's obstruction: "You're stopping me?"

Yan Yiyi not only blocked his fist, but also rescued Xin Ye from Hua Murong's grasp. She shook Hua Murong's hand away with force and looked at him coldly: "If I don't help my husband, how can I help a man who came out of nowhere and claimed to be my brother?"

Although she already roughly understood his identity, the play still had to go on. After all, the amnesia plot was real. She didn't have the memories of the original owner, so wasn't that equivalent to amnesia?

Hearing her admit that the man was her husband, Hua Murong felt heartbroken. How could she not be angry when their sister, whom they had worked so hard to raise, was taken away by a wild man from outside?

Hua Murong was so angry that she gasped. Hua Bei saw that the situation was not good and hurried forward to persuade his master: "Master, the eldest lady has lost her memory. In her eyes, you are just a stranger." Definitely not as good as the person who has been sleeping beside you for a year.

Hua Bei didn't dare to say the last sentence, for fear that his master would vomit to death after he said it.

Hua Murong calmed down a little and began to introduce herself: "My name is Hua Murong, I am from Sand City, and I am your elder brother. There is no evidence of recognition."

As for the marks on her body, that is a girl's privacy. How could a grown man like him know that?

Blood test to identify relatives? What a joke, they are not related in the first place.

Xin Ye and Yan Yiyi didn't expect him to speak so directly. If they didn't know his identity in advance, they would definitely beat him up.

Xin Ye was surprised: "Your last name is Hua?!" Isn't he your brother-in-law?

"Well, Yi'er was my father's apprentice at first. After getting along for a while, my mother loved her so much that she adopted her as our sister. Her name was not changed."

Xin Ye looked as if he had realized what was going on, but Yan Yiyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since she knew that Yan was the emperor's surname, she was really afraid that she would be a member of the royal family. Being a member of the royal family has too many rules and restrictions, and she didn't want to be a member of the royal family.

"Then do you know what my wife's name is?"

Yan Yiyi looked at Xin Ye with appreciation. He was truly her man. She and she really had a tacit understanding.

"I only ask for the Job's tears to offer to the monks, and say..." Hua Murong pointed upwards, and everything was said without words.

"Isn't it the color Yan?" Xin Ye asked tentatively.

Hua Murong shook her head, pointed at it, and explained, "That's how she introduced it in the first place, but in order to avoid trouble, my father told others that it was the color Yan, and he also used this color when he registered her."

After he finished speaking, he realized it belatedly. His expression turned cold, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Did she tell you it was that Yan?" This time he didn't point to that person, but Xin Ye understood what he meant.

Xin Ye nodded and explained: "At that time, she didn't remember anything, only these three words. She wasn't even sure if she was called this name, how could she know what the word "Yan" stood for?

But don’t worry, brother-in-law, I also used color when writing the marriage contract.”

After hearing his explanation, Hua Murong's murderous intent became stronger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What did you call me?"

"Brother-in-law, please accept my greetings." Xin Ye bowed to Hua Murong earnestly, and then began to introduce himself, "My name is Xin Ye, and I currently live in Dashan Village, Guyang County with my adoptive father."

"You are actually a country farmer!?" Hua Murong was shocked. Their sister, whom they raised with great care, actually married a country man!

Yan Yiyi understands the class discrimination of this era, but as she comes from the end of the world, she thinks farmers are very great and will not allow others to discriminate against farmers.

"What? You think farmers are lowly? You don't need to eat? You're the typical person who eats with a bowl in his hand and curses when he puts the bowl down. I don't have a brother like you. Get out of here!"

“No, I’m not, I don’t mean to dislike farmers, I’m just shocked.

You have loved martial arts since you were young, and you like traveling everywhere. We all thought that you would find a man with great martial arts skills to travel around the world with you, doing good deeds, instead of being confined to a small village and living a life of digging for food in the fields. "

Hearing that he did not discriminate against farmers, Yan Yiyi was no longer angry. Instead, he looked up to him. After all, a young man like him always regarded ordinary people as ants.

Without waiting for Yan Yiyi to speak, Xin Ye smiled and said, "If my wife wants to go out and travel the world with a sword in the future, I will certainly accompany her.

Although I live in the countryside, it doesn't mean I don't know martial arts. Please rest assured, brother-in-law, I still have the ability to protect my wife."

Hua Murong was quite surprised. She looked at Xin Ye from head to toe. He did not have the frail body of a scholar. He did not have the inferiority and cowardice of a countryman, nor the self-righteousness of some young masters in the martial arts world.

He turned and walked to Xin Ye's side, pinched his arm and shoulder, and found that his muscles were strong and solid, not just for show. He pulled his hands over to check, and found calluses on them, which showed that he was a man who could endure hardships.

Yan Yiyi stared at Hua Murong touching her man all over. If there wasn't that disgusting look in his eyes, she would have rolled up her sleeves and beat him up.

Xin Ye curled the corner of his mouth slightly, quite speechless: Are you taking it so seriously?

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

Hua Murong raised her head in surprise and blurted out: "You are actually two years older than me!"

Uh...he didn't expect that his brother-in-law was younger than him. From his calm appearance, you really can't tell that he is not yet an adult.

The scene was inexplicably awkward.

Yan Yiyi suddenly asked: "Then how old am I this year?"