After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

The room is full of fragrance, rich and greasy.

Zhao Yelan lit a dozen or so incense sticks in one breath, and Yan Mingting was so smoked that he sneezed until his eyes began to shed physiological tears, so he had to beg for mercy: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, Mr. Zhao, Qiu... Mr. Zhao, you Let me go!"

Zhao Yelan leaned in front of him, staring at his red and wet eyes, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction: "The famous General Yan actually made you cry because of a little incense?"

Yan Mingting: "Ah Qiu! Yes, yes, please let me go, please."

"..." Too spineless.

Seeing that he never broke free from the rope and was willing to be tossed so far, Zhao Yelan let go of his rope and let him go.

Yan Mingting, who had regained his freedom, rushed to the courtyard with a swish, opened his mouth, and took a big gulp of fresh air.

"Come here, prepare some hot water." Zhao Yelan called out from the door.

As soon as the words fell, Butler Tan brought some servants to bring the water in.

Zhao Yelan looked at the old housekeeper suspiciously: "You've been quite alert lately."

"It should, it should, after all, you have experience." Butler Tan said with a smile.

After delivering the water, Butler Tan walked up to Yan Mingting, saw him wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were red, and worried: "General, what's wrong with you?"

"Being bullied by Zhao Yelan." Yan Mingting complained.

"Then...he bullied you hard enough." Butler Tan was very surprised, and then patted him on the back reassuringly, "However, this may also be the adults showing their kindness to you."

Yan Mingting was stunned: "Huh? Is this a show of favor?"

"Yes, otherwise, has he ever done this to other people?"

"I don't know..." Yan Mingting wasn't sure if Zhao Yelan would burn incense for others if they made a mistake.

It happened that Gao Tan passed by, he grabbed Gao Tan and asked: "If someone violates the taboo of your family, how will he deal with it?"

"Killed." Gao Tan said innocently.

Butler Tan was startled secretly, but saw Yan Mingting's expression relaxed: "You're right, he really treats me differently."

After breathing the fresh air in the courtyard for a long time, Yan Mingting felt that his nasal cavity and throat were much more comfortable. He gently opened the door, and there was still a faint fragrance in the room. Then he heard a rustling sound, he turned his head to look, and saw Zhao Yelan stretching out a wet hand from behind the screen to get the clothes hanging on the side, but it seemed that he couldn't get it, so he stood up and splashed With a sound, the slender fingers touched the air a few times.

"Do you need help?" Yan Mingting walked up to the screen and asked loudly.

Xu Shi didn't expect him to enter the room without authorization, Zhao Yelan exclaimed.

Yan Mingting was stunned for a while when he heard the reputation. He just wanted to help, but the white upper body was presented in front of his eyes, and his heart beat obviously a little faster.

Something is wrong.

Not only was his heartbeat not right, but even the scars on Zhao Yelan's body were not right. There were two short scars under the beautiful collarbone, and the one on the waist and abdomen slanted across the back.

This is not something that should appear on a pampered body, Yan Mingting finally knew why Zhao Yelan was so angry when he asked about the past.

"Who told you to come in!" Zhao Yelan immediately sat back in the bucket, water splashed on his hair, eyes full of hatred.

"Sorry, I just thought you needed someone to help you." Yan Mingting immediately turned his back, thought for a while, then picked up the clothes at the back, and passed them over there without looking back, "Put on your clothes first." Well, when the water is cold, it is easy to catch wind and cold."

After a while, Zhao Yelan grabbed the clothes.

Yan Mingting heard the sound of rushing water and the sound of cloth being rubbed, held his breath and did not dare to look back, until he heard the sound of a sharp sword piercing the air, and a long sword was pressed against his back.

"What did you see?" Zhao Yelan asked coldly.

"I saw... a beautiful woman who fell into the water?" Yan Mingting said cautiously.

The sword poked in again.

Yan Mingting raised his hands and surrendered: "I admit, I can see the scar."

Zhao Yelan's eyes froze, and he was about to poke in again, but Yan Mingting dodged and turned to look at him.

The two confronted each other for a while, Yan Mingting suddenly pulled open the front of his clothes arrogantly, and said righteously: "Aren't they just a few scars? Come, let me show you mine."

Zhao Yelan paused, his eyes fell on the scars on his chest, which were more serious than his own.

"It's just the front chest, do you still want to see it? There's more on the back." Yan Mingting turned around and was about to take off his clothes.

"Enough." Zhao Yelan threw the sword on the ground indifferently, took a deep breath, and went to the side to wipe his hair with a handkerchief.

Yan Mingting sighed, straightened his clothes, called someone to carry the bucket out, then looked at the person sitting on the bedside, and said, "Don't panic, scars are the symbol of a man!"

"For you, it is indeed a symbol." Zhao Yelan sneered, "For some people, it is a shame."

"I don't think, maybe it's because of these scars that you are what you are today?"

"The me now?" Zhao Yelan raised his head, looked at him with a smirk, and said in a cold tone, "I am a courtier whom everyone shouts and beats, a colleague hated by the court, a **** feared by the emperor, a **** who is feared by the emperor. As for the man who married into the back house, which status can I be thankful and grateful for?"

Yan Mingting watched him silently, sat down beside him, and said, "Then, have you ever thought about changing your path and becoming a good official praised by everyone?"

Zhao Yelan sneered and said, "I only know that there are only two roads in this world, to life and to death, there is no middle road for me to take."

"Yes." Yan Mingting said softly, "It's just that you dare not."

Zhao Yelan threw the wet towel on him, turned over and fell asleep on the bed.

"Your hair isn't completely dry yet, so you'll get a headache easily when you fall asleep." Yan Mingting reminded.

However, the other party turned his back to him, remained motionless, and didn't intend to talk to him.

Yan Mingting changed into a dry handkerchief, continued to wipe the wet hair for him, and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, let's talk about something interesting... Well, do you still want to listen to bedtime stories? "

"Get lost." Zhao Yelan said without looking back.

"Then tell you how the soldiers usually practice?" Yan Mingting remembered another thing, "By the way, I have been going to the morning court these days, and I don't have time to supervise your stride, how about we Set a new time and practice hard?"

"roll."

"Don't you want to live a long life? Have a good foundation, which is better than taking too many medicines and delicacies. Do you know He Cuizhang? When he first joined the army, he was as thin as a monkey, and like you, he could fall down in the wind. Look at his current appearance again, isn't it very..."

"ugly."

"..." Yan Mingting coughed, "Don't worry, I won't tell him that."

In this way, Yan Mingting kept talking to him in a low voice, Zhao Yelan responded occasionally, and gradually relaxed his vigilance.

In a trance, he was a little dazed, aware that his anger seemed to disappear inexplicably at some point.

Maybe it was because the scalp felt slightly relaxed when the hair was wiped, or maybe it was because Yan Mingting had never expressed strong hostility to him, which made him forgive the other party's lack of propriety again and again.

However, too many things happened today, he no longer had the heart to bother with his brain, and slowly closed his eyes, even forgetting to cover him with the quilt.

Waking up the next day, Zhao Yelan found that the quilt was pressing him tightly. He sat up slowly and looked at the quilt and pillows on the floor, which were neatly folded.

He raised the corners of his mouth nonchalantly, and after breakfast, he went to the Hanlin Academy.

The eyes of the colleagues were very strange, because the incident of robbing the oiran in the brothel had been publicized last night, when everyone saw him, the expressions on their faces were very exciting.

Zhao Yelan even wanted to make a painting for each of them to study the traces of changes in human expressions.

Ruan Xian didn't show any extra emotions, and after greeting him familiarly, he went to do his own thing.

In the afternoon, the emperor came to the Hanlin Academy to ask him to play chess again, and asked straight to the point: "It's very lively outside, did you really go to the brothel last night?"

Zhao Yelan nodded: "Yes, I had some conflicts with Yan Mingting in the street, so I broke in on impulse."

Zhao Xuan didn't expect such an answer, and laughed out loud: "So that's it. I didn't expect you to play your temper, but caught Mr. Liu from the Ministry of Rites in the oiran's room."

"I don't know Master Liu is there." Zhao Yelan looked a little embarrassed, "If I knew earlier, I wouldn't go in without saying anything."

"It's okay, if you didn't break in by accident, I don't know that Mr. Liu, who has always kept himself clean, would go to the place of fireworks in private." Zhao Xuanhan said, "It seems that we have to change the chief examiner."

Spring is around the corner, and in the Xuan Dynasty, people from the Ministry of Rites are in charge of this matter every year. If there is a problem with the examiner's style, I'm afraid he will be criticized by others, making people doubt whether he can take up this position. What's more, Zhao Xuan has only been on the throne for one year, and he is thirsty for talents, and he urgently needs a large number of talents to fill this decaying imperial court.

"Do you have any recommendation for the position of chief examiner?"

Zhao Yelan fell down, raised his eyes and said: "I have no intention of going to court, I can only hope that this person can be fair and upright, let alone have evil tendencies, and can set an example for students."

"Well, I think so too." Zhao Xuan said with satisfaction.

Seeing that he looked confident, Zhao Yelan knew that he had someone he liked, so he didn't ask any more questions, and only smiled lightly as a show of perfunctory.

After returning to the mansion, he saw the servants rushing in and out, walked to the inner courtyard, saw Yan Mingting was discussing with Butler Tan, and asked casually as he passed by, "What are you talking about?"

"Go back to madam, tomorrow is the anniversary of the old general's death, we are discussing what we need to prepare. Madam, will you go with me?" Tan Butler said.

In previous years, Steward Tan took a group of family members to the tomb to pay respects on the anniversary of death. This year, the general returned and married his wife, so it is better to confirm.

Yan Mingting originally thought that Zhao Yelan would refuse, but Zhao Yelan thought for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, and then readily agreed.

Butler Qin smiled happily, and immediately went back to buy things. When he passed a balm shop, he suddenly stopped, thinking that the general and his wife often had a violent fight at night, and the lady was in poor health, and she was prone to some problems if she was not careful .

He asked the others to bring things home first, then walked into the shop, and whispered to the shopkeeper, "Is there any ointment like that used in the boudoir?"

The shopkeeper was about to get it, but was stopped by Butler Tan: "Hey, what...the kind for men."

The shopkeeper looked at the butler Tan with old arms and legs in surprise, smiled maliciously, and then walked to the other side to search in the dark compartment.

Knowing that he was misunderstood, Butler Tan waved his hands again and again: "No, I don't want to use it."

"I understand, you have a friend?" The shopkeeper winked at him.

"Oh, don't care who it is, just get me a few boxes!"

After dinner in the evening, Yan Mingting saw Zhao Yelan went to the study to lie down and read a book again, and stopped him: "Don't read, come and exercise with me."

"No, go away."

"Then the head office of Xiaoxiaoshi? Take a walk after meals and live to ninety-nine."

Zhao Yelan refused again, but he forced him to take a walk in the backyard. Yan Mingting persuaded him persistently: "It's such a beautiful day, the moon is dark and the wind is high..."

Zhao Yelan gave him a sideways look.

Yan Mingting coughed twice, and reorganized the language: "The beautiful scenery on such a beautiful day, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, making you so beautiful and refined. If you can take a few more horse steps under the bright moonlight, it must be for Chang'e to see you." I'm going to be ashamed."

"Don't stick, get out."

To prevent Yan Mingting from dragging him again, Zhao Yelan decided to run away first.

He turned around and started running, but he couldn't see clearly at night, he accidentally stepped on an uneven stone, and fell firmly on the cobblestone road.

"..."

Zhao Yelan lay on the ground, clenched his fists slightly annoyed, and thumped the ground.

What a shame!

The next moment, he was hugged by Yan Mingting.

"Look, if you don't listen to exercise, if you run a few steps and then fall, will you be able to trip your left foot and trip your right foot someday?" Yan Mingting laughed so presumptuously.

Zhao Yelan kept beating his chest angrily: "None of your business, let me down!"

"That's what you said." Yan Mingting put him down, "Come on, take two steps."

Zhao Yelan took two steps unwillingly, and looked back at him angrily.

"Not bad, then I won't go for a walk tonight, we'll make an appointment at another day." Yan Mingting walked up to him, and then moved his legs again. As soon as he took a step, his sleeve was grabbed by someone.

He looked back and saw Zhao Yelan staring at the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "...Take me back."

"Don't try your best?"

Zhao Yelan was quiet for a while, then nodded with humiliation.

Yan Mingting hooked the corners of his mouth silently, and hugged him horizontally.

When Butler Qin was cleaning the corridor, he saw General Yan carrying Mr. Zhao back to his room. He couldn't help but blush, and quickly lowered his head, pretending not to see it. He only secretly hoped that the general would find out what he had done silently.

Zhao Yelan frowned tightly when Yan Mingting brought him back to the room and lifted his trouser legs to check the wound.

He moved as lightly as possible, and then rolled up to the top of his knees. His knees were bruised, bruised, and slightly blood oozing out.

It was so late, and there was no time to find a doctor, Yan Mingting rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find medicine, but found several bottles of new ointment in the cabinet next to the bed, and when he opened it, he could smell a faint fragrance. like.

When cleaning all the way to the wing room, Butler Tan saw that the doors of the masters' bedrooms were open, and looked inside suspiciously, and saw Yan Mingting holding the ointment he specially prepared, and putting it on Zhao Yelan's knee. wipe.

Butler Tan said in horror: "General, that thing is not used there!"

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