After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

It is rainy in spring, and the bean-sized raindrops splash on the blue tiles. The rainwater forms a water column along the eaves, and falls to the ground continuously, splashing circles of water, nourishing everything on the earth.

Holding an umbrella, He Cuizhang rushed to the General's Mansion, and met Zhong Yuehong who had just arrived and several other lieutenants at the door. They shook the rainwater off the umbrella and patted their trouser legs.

"Is there something serious about calling us here so urgently?" He Cuizhang asked.

"We'll know when we meet the general," Zhong Yuehong said.

A few people nodded, and went to Yan Mingting with a damp body, only to find that the place for today's discussion was in the study.

On weekdays, everyone is used to being in the armory, where they can discuss matters and practice their skills at the same time. The chances of coming to the study room are really pitiful.

As soon as several people stepped into the study, they could smell the smell of brush and ink. He Cuizhang said: "Hey, my head starts to hurt. I feel dizzy when I read books."

Everyone laughed, and Zhong Yuehong laughed too. Seeing Yan Mingting turned his back to them, he cupped his hands and said, "General, we are here. What happened?"

After a long while, Yan Mingting came back to look at them, staring at them.

The atmosphere was very weird.

"Oh, you're here." Yan Mingting waved his hand and called them to him, "It's no big deal to find you, I just want to ask, how is the search for the doctor going?"

"The investigation is still going on, but people nearby say they have never heard of Bao Lun's name. I suspect that he didn't use his real name to see the doctor. And we went with the portrait, and the doctor didn't know him." Zhong Yuehong said.

"Speaking of this portrait..." Yan Mingting suddenly became interested, and pointed behind him, "How about this portrait?"

Looking up along the line of sight, everyone realized that Yan Mingting had been standing in front of a painting.

And that painting hangs high, the painting is full of mist, and clusters of colorful flowers are competing to bloom, which is really pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity that no matter how good the painting is, for this group of warriors, it's like playing the piano against the cow.

Several people looked at it carefully for a while, then nodded perfunctorily: "Not bad, not bad, where did we just talk?"

Zhong Yuehong: "Speaking of portraits."

He Cuizhang answered: "Yes, I think Bao Lun's portrait is not well drawn."

"I have a very good portrait right here!" Yan Mingting said, "Come on, look at this."

He pointed to a certain place on the painting, and everyone came together to look at it carefully. Zhong Yuehong said, "Just this villain, is it a portrait?"

"Aren't the portraits supposed to be that kind of big characters?" He Cuizhang asked curiously.

"You don't understand, this is called artistic conception." Yan Mingting explained with emotion, "Look at this painting, it is done freely and in one go, and the spring scenery outside the city is vivid on the paper. Look at the people in this painting again. Isn't it an excellent portrait to set off this character with a large piece of scenery?"

He Cuizhang pondered: "But the characters are too small. This is clearly a landscape painting. People should be added casually."

Yan Mingting: "How can this be added casually? It is clear that the painter has him in his eyes, so he is placed in this painting and becomes the brightest embellishment. The so-called finishing touch is just like that! "

The two started arguing, Zhong Yuehong was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Who is the person in this painting?"

"The question is on point." Yan Mingting stood next to the figure, and lifted his chin proudly, "It's right here."

Several people:"…"

"Then this painting was drawn by Mr. Zhao?" Zhong Yuehong asked cautiously.

"Very good, very discerning." Yan Mingting pointed at her and kept praising, "Stay here for dinner tonight, and I'll add chicken legs to you."

other people:"…"

He Cuizhang rolled his eyes and slapped his thigh: "Oh, I wonder who can draw such a wonderful painting. If you don't tell me, General, I wouldn't dare to guess at Mr. Zhao. Just tell me about it." What an ingenious painting! Look at the person in this painting, how handsome! This is a standard figure painting, with the scenery as the backdrop, and the artistic conception is far away!"

"That's right, you can add chicken legs too." Yan Mingting nodded.

"I want it too, I want it too!" The others immediately flattered, making Yan Mingting so happy.

Seeing his smug look, He Cuizhang and Zhong Yuehong whispered: "The more I look at the general, the more I feel that he is going to die."

"Who says it's not." Zhong Yuehong said, "I think he's stuck."

He Cuizhang: "What are you talking about getting stuck? He obviously can't tell the difference between figure painting and landscape painting. Sooner or later, his brain will run out."

Zhong Yuehong: "..."

After fulfilling his wish and getting the attention of this painting, Yan Mingting returned to the topic and asked, "Do you have a portrait of Bao Lun? Show me."

Zhong Yuehong took out a piece of paper from his bosom, Yan Mingting opened it, glanced at it, and said meaningfully: "Yuehong, if we don't know how to draw, don't draw hard, you take this inhuman portrait to the Inquire, who can say that they have seen it."

Everyone laughed out loud, this portrait was not to say ugly, at least it was extremely ugly, and it was hard to tell whether it was a human or a monster. Zhong Yuehong blushed slightly: "I just drew it according to my impression, and I don't know how to draw, so come if you have the ability!"

The others fell silent again, looking at the sky, the ground, and the side, but they didn't dare to look at Yan Mingting.

"Okay, the portrait is really difficult for you, let me ask the experts for advice." Yan Mingting looked for Zhao Yelan in a good mood, and when he reached the door, he couldn't help turning around and telling them, "Be careful, Don't touch that painting, it's a priceless treasure, or I'll kill you all."

"Don't worry." He Cuizhang said.

No one cares about this painting except you!

Yan Mingting searched around the mansion, and saw Gao Tan coming out of the bedroom with a snack, he stopped Gao Tan, and found that there was no shortage of cakes on the plate, he was surprised: "Is he still sleeping? He hasn't left the room all day Alright."

"Well, I don't have any appetite either." Gao Tan sighed.

"What's the matter? Didn't it be fine yesterday? I've been painting all day. Could it be that I'm too tired?" Yan Mingting asked.

"Probably, and it's raining again today, so my lord's mood is even worse."

"Does it have something to do with the rain?"

"Well, when it rains, my lord will lose energy and have a bad temper. I heard from the doctor that many people's emotions will be affected by the weather, and maybe your lord is also like this." Gao Tan said.

"I see, you go down first."

When Yan Mingting returned to the room, he saw Zhao Yelan lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt.

He stepped forward and lifted a corner of the quilt, and found that Zhao Yelan was not asleep, his eyes were open in a daze, and his face was flushed from boredom.

"Sleeping like this is not good for your health." As soon as Yan Mingting finished speaking, the quilt was snatched away by Zhao Yelan, and he covered himself tightly again.

"Cuizhang and Yuehong have come to the mansion. Yuehong wants to see you for something. Are you going to let her see you like this?" Yan Mingting smiled, "Like a snail."

"No!" Zhao Yelan said in a low voice.

"Then I want to find a favor..."

"No help!"

"I lifted your quilt."

"you dare!"

With a pull of Yan Mingting's big hand, he lifted the quilt completely and hugged him in his arms. Suddenly exposed to the air, Zhao Yelan curled up his legs subconsciously, and looked at him sullenly: "Yan Mingting, what the **** are you trying to do!"

"What are you doing?" Yan Mingting put the quilt on the table before sitting on the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Come on, tell me, what are you thinking right now?"

"I want to kill you." Zhao Yelan glared.

"But you can't kill me. Because your body is weak, your martial arts is poor, your appetite is small, and you are still giving up on yourself here. Can you move a hair on me? If you want to kill me, you must first live well, and you can't make fun of your body .” Yan Mingting said.

"Do you think I don't know!" Zhao Yelan was so angry that his chest heaved unsteadily, he put on his clothes angrily and went out, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, "Okay, don't you go, I'll find a cleaner place by myself Go, don't bother me."

As soon as he left the door, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind, wrapped his arms around his waist, pulled him back, and followed him back into the room.

The door slammed shut, Zhao Yelan stretched out his hand to open the door, feeling a bit emotionally broken: "Let me go! Don't force me!"

"I didn't force you."

Zhao Yelan kept kicking the door with his hands and feet, but the people behind him hugged him tightly, not allowing him to escape. Just when he was about to sink his boat, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, and Yan Mingting put his head on his shoulders.

He froze suddenly, and his body was wrapped in waves of warmth.

Yan Mingting relaxed his hands, still hugged him, took a deep breath, and said, "Didn't we agree to cooperate? If you have anything, just tell me, and it's okay to get angry. It's so big outside Yu, don't go out and run around, what if you get sick again?"

Zhao Yelan was still struggling.

"Actually, I don't like rainy days either. There will be many accidents. The originally planned plan to control the enemy may fail because of a rain. On the way to the march, a heavy rain can stop the ration delivery team, and the soldiers will Go hungry for days. Humans are so fragile in front of nature. But what if you hate rainy days? Can you stop fighting? Are you going to end your life?"

Zhao Yelan finally calmed down, staring at the ground silently.

"We have to cherish our bodies more, whether it's for ourselves or for those who care about us." Yan Mingting said with emotion.

Zhao Yelan twitched the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I have always lived for myself, otherwise, do you think there will be people who care about me?"

"I, I care about you."

Zhao Yelan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he turned around and pushed him away: "You just want me to help you find out the truth."

"Why do you always think of people so badly?" Yan Mingting smiled helplessly, "Okay, let's just treat it as if I'm doing it for the truth. I don't want you to die, let alone watch you commit suicide."

Zhao Yelan was taken aback: "Who is going to commit suicide?"

"You've been clutching the quilt, don't you want to suffocate to death?" Yan Mingting asked suspiciously, "You don't usually sleep like this."

"...I just think the sound of the rain is noisy." Zhao Yelan said.

"Ah... It seems that I misunderstood, it's better not to commit suicide." Yan Mingting scratched his head, saw that he was still barefoot from the corner of the eye, pulled his wrist and walked inside, but he didn't pull it, he simply hugged him Going back to the bed, picked up the handkerchief to wipe his feet, and put on his boots, "Okay, let's go see Zhong Hong and the others, make it lively, it's boring to stay in this room alone."

With a drooping face, Zhao Yelan was coaxed and coaxed into the study.

It's just that I ran into Butler Tan in the corridor. When Butler Tan saw them, he smiled wrinkled all over his face, and then he was taken aback, wondering: "Is this the end for you?"

"End what?" Yan Mingting asked.

"It's nothing, nothing." Seeing Zhao Yelan's ugly face, Butler Tan stepped back cautiously. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Just now when he was cleaning, he suddenly saw Zhao Yelan coming out of the house in disheveled clothes, but he was immediately hugged back by Yan Mingting, the door was closed with a loud noise, and there were occasional noises, his old face blushed again , Immediately let the servants who were cleaning around disperse.

In the end, it took only a quarter of an hour for the two of them to come out in full clothes. It's really... General, can't you? !

Butler Qin is very sad.

Several people in the study room were still discussing how to draw Bao Lun's portrait. Seeing Yan Mingting bringing Zhao Yelan here, they knew that the expert invited was here, so they immediately got up and gave up their seats: "My lord, please."

Zhao Yelan sat down in a daze, saw an unfinished monster portrait on the table, and asked, "What is this?"

"My lord, this is Bao Lun."

"?"

Zhao Yelan began to suspect that what they were looking for was a human or a ghost.

Yan Mingting laughed, and stepped forward and said: "They don't know how to draw, they just draw for fun, it's best to leave this kind of thing to you, see if you can draw one for us?"

Zhao Yelan looked sideways: "Do you think I've met Bao Lun?"

"No."

"Then how do I draw?"

"Uh... I was negligent." Yan Mingting only remembered that his paintings were good-looking, and completely forgot about this!

"Then what should we do now?" Zhong Yuehong asked worriedly.

"That's all." Zhao Yelan re-laid the paper, stuffed the ink ingot into Yan Mingting's hand, and ordered, "Research the ink."

Yan Mingting jumped up immediately, and asked while rubbing the ink: "Can you draw it?"

"Let's try." Zhao Yelan asked, "Tell me first, what does Bao Lun look like, and are there any outstanding features?"

"He looks a bit dark, a head shorter than me, and his hair is wrapped in a cloth towel." He Cuizhang said.

"I remember that his eyes were a bit big, his eye sockets were sunken, and there was a mole on his nose, and what he said about his mouth... I don't really remember." Zhong Yuehong said.

"He has a very dry mouth, loves to drink, and smells like alcohol."

Everyone described each other word by word, Zhao Yelan began to write, and simply outlined a face: "Is that so?"

"The forehead should be wider." Yan Mingting said.

He changed the paper again, revised it again, Yan Mingting nodded, and started to draw the facial features again: "What's the problem?"

Everyone gathered around the table, talking about the details one by one, and he corrected them over and over again.

It took almost an hour to repeat this process. It was dark outside, and the servants came to call them for dinner, but everyone ignored them. They all focused on Zhao Yelan's stroke-by-stroke drawing of the portrait.

When the final touch was completed, Zhao Yelan asked, "How is it now?"

Yan Mingting looked down, looked at Zhao Yelan in surprise, the corner of his mouth curled up: "It's done."

The others immediately screamed in surprise, and He Cuizhang shouted: "Master Zhao, you are really amazing!"

"Master Zhao is really admirable." Zhong Yuehong couldn't hide his excitement.

Zhao Yelan smiled faintly, put down the pen, and rubbed his wrist. At this time, Yan Mingting pulled his wrist and pressed it for him. The force was moderate, and it was much more comfortable than pressing blindly by himself, and he didn't refuse.

"Tomorrow we will take this painting to investigate again, hoping to find out some information." Zhong Yuehong carefully folded the portrait and put it in his arms.

Yan Mingting couldn't help but proudly said: "See, this expert I invited is the best at drawing people, whether he has seen them or not, he can draw them."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao is still taller. I think this portrait of Bao Lun looks better than yours, General." He Cuizhang praised.

"What do you mean? Is mine not as good-looking as Bao Lun's?" Yan Mingting objected.

"That's right, Bao Lun's is big, with a nose and eyes, and yours, General, is just a figure. It doesn't matter if it's me or someone else, isn't it brothers?"

"That's right, that's right, I think the person in that painting looks like me." Another person answered.

"I feel the same way!"

Yan Mingting's face collapsed, and he drove them to the front hall, then turned around and came to Zhao Yelan's side, and washed his brushes with him: "How about drawing another portrait for me? I want to draw all the eyes and noses." Kind of."

"What kind of Spring and Autumn Dream, how free am I?" Zhao Yelan hung up his pen, and when he walked to the door, he found that it was still raining heavily outside, and it hadn't stopped, but the sound of the rain was overshadowed by everyone's noisy voices. I was so relieved to immerse myself in painting.

At this time, an oiled paper umbrella next to him was opened, Yan Mingting took his shoulders and held it above the two of them: "Let's go, go eat."

Zhao Yelan glanced at him blankly, and he led him to stride across the courtyard and trot to the front hall. Facing the wind and rain all the way, the water splashed by the road wetted the clothes and boots, the soles of the feet stepped on the soft soil, smelled the smell of food from a long distance, and saw the generals sitting in the lobby talking and laughing. Ordinary, so ordinary that he felt a little unusual.

He stood in front of the hall, patted the water droplets on his sleeves, and wanted to ask his servants to prepare some hot water to wipe the mud stains on his body.

Yan Mingting put away the umbrella at the side, and said casually: "Don't bother, let's go eat first."

"That's right, Mr. Zhao, come and eat, I'll wait for you." He Cuizhang said eagerly holding chopsticks.

"Master Zhao, come quickly." Zhong Yuehong and the others also looked at him eagerly.

Zhao Yelan watched them for a while, then walked over and said softly, "Okay."