After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

The Sun Mansion prepared a high-quality wing room with all the facilities in the room. When you open the door and enter, you can still smell a faint fragrance of flowers. There are several pots of orchids in the room.

As soon as Zhao Yelan entered the room, he was hugged from behind, and Yan Mingting rubbed his neck and kissed him delicately. There were people from the Sun residence outside, Zhao Yelan pushed him, but he didn't push, he simply turned around, raised his head, and took the other's lips.

After a while, Yan Mingting picked him up, walked to the table by the window and put him down.

Zhao Yelan propped his hands on the table, panting, and asked, "The prefect Sun has prepared a room?"

"Otherwise?" Yan Mingting leaned against the edge of the table, kissed him on the cheek, and kissed his neck, "We are husband and wife, of course we share one room. Prefect Sun is good at handling things."

Zhao Yelan chuckled twice, feeling a little itchy, his jaw raised unconsciously, his Adam's apple was gently held, he snorted softly, the other hugged him in his arms again, and rubbed his hands on his back. Thinking of something, he was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and accidentally knocked over the flower pot next to him in a panic.

With a "bang", the soil and porcelain fragments shattered on the ground, and orchids were mixed in it.

"General Yan, Lord Zhao, are you all right?" The worried voices of the people in Sun's residence came from outside the door.

"It's okay." After Yan Mingting finished speaking, he suppressed the agitation in his heart, grabbed his hand and checked it, "Is it not hurt?"

"No." Zhao Yelan shook his head, stood up again, opened the door and ordered, "I accidentally knocked down the flower pot, please come and clean it up."

The two servants rushed in to clean up, and asked if they still needed some snacks, Zhao Yelan said, "Yes."

"The little ones will go to the kitchen and bring them here. Do adults want to enjoy them in the room, or in the gazebo?"

"Gazebo."

The servant asked someone to take them to wait in the pavilion, then turned around and went to the kitchen.

Yan Mingting eagerly followed him to the gazebo, guessing that he was frightened by the actions just now, and also blamed himself for being too impatient, this kind of thing can't be done overnight, the other party might not be mentally prepared yet, can kiss That's pretty good.

Thinking of it this way, he suddenly became happy again, and said: "The scenery of the Sun Mansion is really good."

"Yeah, I didn't take a good look around during the day, but now it looks really good."

The two sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Below it was a small lake, surrounded by rockery and pavilions, surrounded by corridors. The garden style was more graceful and refined than that of the capital.

Sitting here at night, enjoying the cool breeze, eating cakes and drinking fine wine, is really a great blessing.

"This wine is much better than those strong wines. Not to mention sweet, it's not easy to get drunk." Yan Mingting poured two glasses of wine.

"Yes, this wine is the most popular lotus brew in our area. It is the most comfortable time to drink it. According to the master, miss... oh, the concubine Xian also said in the letter that she wants to drink our lotus brew. There are a lot of foreigners who come to our Zhizhou to buy some." The servant spared no effort to say that the lotus brew is good.

"It's really that good?" Zhao Yelan was moved by hearing this, dismissed all the servants, then picked up the wine glass, and was about to taste it when Yan Mingting stopped him.

"Isn't your body incapable of drinking alcohol?"

"Who said it couldn't be done?"

"You."

Zhao Yelan turned a deaf ear and said, "It's fine if you don't get drunk. Didn't you say that this wine is not easy to get drunk? I'll just take a sip."

Yan Mingting didn't say anything more, it's not a problem to have a drink... right?

"This is your third drink." Yan Mingting said.

"The taste is really good, and it doesn't seem to be really intoxicating." Zhao Yelan smiled, played with the wine glass, and put it aside, "Okay, I won't drink it."

No more than three glasses of wine is his rule. Otherwise... it will be embarrassing.

Yan Mingting drank the wine on his own, but he always felt that the taste was lacking. When he took a closer look, he found that Zhao Yelan's face was flushed, and he said with a smile: "So you get red when you drink, do you feel hot?" ?”

"Of course it's hot." Zhao Yelan accelerated the speed of his fan.

"Would you like another couple of bites? Maybe it can drive away the cold? You won't be afraid of catching cold in winter." Yan Mingting said.

Zhao Yelan ignored it, to see what else he could come up with.

Yan Mingting raised his head and drank a few gulps, picked up the jug, picked up the sword and jumped to the opposite rockery, and danced the sword under the moonlight.

This attracted a lot of people to stop and watch from a distance. Zhao Yelan heard the praise of others, raised his chin proudly, picked up another jug ​​of wine proudly, poured himself a glass, and then stared at the wine. Looking at the figure who was as light as a swallow and as powerful as a bamboo, he drank most of the pot of wine unconsciously.

Yan Mingting raised his head, happily drank the last drop of wine, put away his sword, went back to the pavilion, and found that the other party drank a lot.

Zhao Yelan looked sideways, picked up the handkerchief and wiped off the wine left on his neck, and said, "Go back."

"Okay." Yan Mingting took his hand and led him straight back into the room.

After taking a bath, Zhao Yelan fell on the bed, a little dizzy, sat up with his arms propped up, and said weakly, "Give me water."

Yan Mingting poured him a glass of water, looked at his blushing face, like a peach blossom in full bloom, and just wanted to say something beautiful, but when he saw his frown, he couldn't help worrying: "Are you drunk? ? Or is there a cool breeze? Do you need to call a doctor?"

"No, I'm just a little drunk." Zhao Yelan hurriedly grabbed his wrist, "Don't call the doctor."

"Okay." Yan Mingting poured him another glass of water before laying down on the bed. Seeing him retreating vigilantly back to the wall, he quickly explained in a low voice, "Prefect Sun didn't keep any spares in this room." The quilt, I didn't climb up on purpose."

Zhao Yelan glanced at him, dazed to see people, reached out and touched his face, and warned him with a flushed face, "I'll be a little weird when I'm drunk, you'd better go out now and find someone Let's go to the inn."

"It's so late, the inn has already closed, and you are like this, how can I rest assured that you are here alone?" Yan Mingting said, "And, what strange method would you do?"

Zhao Yelan shook his head, closed his eyes to ease the dizziness. He didn't know if he would do any strange behaviors, after all, he hadn't been drunk for many years, let alone showed his drunk face in front of outsiders.

He has been self-restraining since he was a child, even when facing his parents, he would never be too intimate. However, at the end of a certain year, he drank a large bowl of wine by mistake and crawled into the arms of his parents in the middle of the night. Acting like a baby, hugging people and not letting go, questioning his parents why they were so strict with him on weekdays, and even dropped the golden bean in aggrieved way. The torment made my parents unable to sleep all night. Afterwards, my parents teased him for a while, and later seduced him with wine from time to time, trying to make him more clingy.

How could he be fooled again?

But that was many years ago, and he wasn't sure what would happen now...

Yan Mingting saw that his eyes were closed and he didn't respond for a long time. He must have fallen asleep. It was a little funny, and he looked at his face patiently and meticulously by the candlelight.

This was the first time seeing him blushing, although it was because of drunkenness, it was a scene of its own. He raised his hand, and slowly moved his fingertips down along the bridge of his nose, and landed on his lips. He smiled, then spread his five fingers, and measured his length and width. Hands are smaller.

At this time, Zhao Yelan suddenly snorted softly.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand and leaned closer to listen, but the other party remained silent again. He lowered his eyes, stared at the mole under the other person's eyes for a moment, stretched out his hand to press it, and as if afraid of being discovered, he quickly withdrew his hand and smiled to himself.

Yan Mingting lay down again, his eyes just fell on the other party's fair neck, he became distracted again, approached him quietly, and sniffed the smell of his body, the smell of lotus brew was still lingering, a bit addictive.

In fact, this wine still has some aftertaste. When I first tasted it, I only felt sweet and delicious. Afterwards, the wine began to pick up. It was only because of the huge amount that he seemed to be fine.

Just as he was thinking, his waist suddenly tightened, and Zhao Yelan turned sideways and hugged him.

Yan Mingting froze all over, and looked at the other party in surprise, seeing that his eyes were still closed, he guessed that he was still awake.

Not long after the other party hugged him, he seemed to feel hot and pulled his clothes. Yan Mingting watched helplessly as he exposed his fair shoulders and chest, and then fell asleep like a pig again.

"..." Yan Mingting raised his eyes, looked at the mosquito net, and forcibly diverted his attention to avoid getting angry.

Not long after, Zhao Yelan changed his hugging position again, grabbed his arm, and put his leg on his leg at the same time, but opened his eyes at this moment.

Yan Mingting looked at him, Zhao Yelan looked at him motionless, and after a long time, he said weakly, "Do you still know who I am?"

"Yan Mingting."

"Yes." Yan Mingting heaved a sigh of relief.

"Why are you so fierce to me?" Zhao Yelan asked.

"You don't have a conscience if you say that, when have I ever been cruel to you?" Yan Mingting cried out for injustice.

"Then why are you bullying me?"

"When?"

"You take the chicken and laugh at me as a sick chicken."

Yan Mingting recalled it for a long time before he remembered that he was talking about the scene when he first met, and that he had just sent a chicken to the Zhao Mansion when he returned to Beijing. When I first entered the door, I saw that his eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not a nose.

"I didn't laugh at you, I just want you to make up your body, you are too thin." Yan Mingting explained patiently.

"You still say I'm ugly." Zhao Yelan said expressionlessly.

"When did I say you were ugly again!?"

"Last time, and now. You said that you look better if you are fat, but you just beat around the bush and called me ugly?"

"Help, you really know how to open your eyes and talk nonsense! Go out and see, is there anyone in this world who can be prettier than you?"

Zhao Yelan's face turned gloomy for a while, then cleared up for a while, then he stared blankly at him, and didn't make any more noise.

Yan Mingting waved his hand in front of him, and saw that his expression was a little sluggish, and he knew that he was really drunk, and that he was revealing something hidden in his heart. He thought about it, and asked while the iron was hot: "Then you Do you like Yan Mingting?"

"Yan Mingting?"

"Yes, Yan Mingting."

Zhao Yelan blinked slowly, suddenly there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, he reached out to hug him, and rubbed his neck: "Yan Mingting."

Yan Mingting put his arms around the other's back and said with a smile, "Okay, I know the answer."

"hold me."

Yan Mingting was so satisfied, he hugged him tightly, thinking that after this guy got drunk, he became so active and clingy, and he revealed his heart without any scheming, he couldn't let others see him like this.

Of course, it would be great if I could watch it hundreds or thousands of times.

Just as he was planning to drink next time, the other party suddenly kicked him away and fanned him with his hand.

Yan Mingting went to get a fan to fan him, but as soon as Zhao Yelan was cool, he wanted to hug him and was willing to sleep, so he acted as a quilt again, and Zhao Yelan hugged him in his arms. When he hugged his back, The other party trembled suddenly, and said, "Don't touch my back."

Yan Mingting let go of his hand, Zhao Yelan said again: "Hold me."

"..." It was too difficult to serve, Yan Mingting interlocked his fingers in the end, and coaxed, "Okay, it's enough to hold you so firmly now."

In this way, Yan Mingting kept torturing him repeatedly between hugging him and being kicked away, which made him so angry that he couldn't get down. In the middle of the night, when the heat finally subsided, Zhao Yelan fell asleep peacefully with him in his arms, but Yan Mingting couldn't sleep, the anger was only getting stronger and stronger.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Yelan heard the voices of servants outside, opened his eyes sleepily, sat up and rubbed his temples, it took him a long time to recover, got out of bed and looked around, Yan Mingting was no longer in the room.

He opened the door, and Xiao Gao came in to change his clothes and tie his hair. He was quiet for a long time before asking, "Where's Yan Mingting?"

"The general got up early in the morning and went to take a cold shower. Now he has been practicing sword for an hour." Xiao Gao admired, "As expected of a general, I don't even forget my morning exercises at this time!"

"..." Zhao Yelan rubbed his eyebrows again.

After grooming, the servant girl of the Sun Mansion went to the door and asked for instructions: "Lord Zhao, breakfast is ready, General Yan has already passed by first, is your side okay?"

"Lead the way." Zhao Yelan silently followed them all the way to the front hall for dinner.

As soon as he walked to the door, he met Yan Mingting who was sitting at the table. The other party was chatting with Sun Zhifu, but his eyes kept falling on him, looking at him leisurely.

He walked over without changing his expression, exchanged a few words with Sun Zhifu, and then sat down to eat.

Yan Mingting secretly observed for a long time, and found that his expression was normal, as if he didn't remember what happened last night at all.

After the meal, Prefect Sun wanted to invite them to go around the neighborhood, but Zhao Yelan offered to leave.

Zhizhou still has a Sun Zhifu in charge, but Huaizhou has no leader. The affairs here have been completed, so there is no reason to delay.

Sun Zhifu saw that there was no point in persuading him to stay, so he went to arrange a carriage.

Yan Mingting walked behind Zhao Yelan and asked in a low voice, "Are you sober?"

"Last night, I drank too much and felt dizzy, so I fell asleep, didn't you do anything strange?" Zhao Yelan asked.

Yan Mingting looked at his frank face, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "No."

The two got into the carriage, and the magistrate Sun and his wife came out to see them off in person. Madam Sun took out a bag and asked eagerly: "I wonder if the two adults can help Mu Yun bring something back, they are some of our local specialties. , we have also prepared a copy for the two adults, if you don't dislike it, then accept it."

The two agreed after seeing their hard-working hearts as parents.

"Wait, there are still a few jars of lotus brewed wine here." Zhifu Sun hurriedly moved another seven jars of wine to the carriage, and said with a smile, "I heard that the two of you had a great time drinking lotus brewed wine last night, so the other five jars are specially given to you." Prepared by the two adults."

Zhao Yelan's face froze, and he was about to refuse, but Yan Mingting took the first step and accepted it with a smile.

After waving them goodbye, Yan Mingting put down the curtain, turned to look at Zhao Yelan who was silent, bumped his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't pretend, you actually remember everything, right?"

"Remember what?" Zhao Yelan insisted.

"I remember what happened when you got drunk last night." Yan Mingting squeezed his neck and shoulders deliberately, "It hurts so much, you really tormented me all night."

"..." Zhao Yelan turned his face away stiffly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's good that you are a heartless person, you turned your face and ruthless." Yan Mingting pretended to be wronged, and began to complain, "You were not so ruthless when you shouted for hugs last night."

"Shut up!" Zhao Yelan turned his head and glared at him.

However, Yan Mingting had the intention to continue talking, talking about his appearance last night, he kept talking.

Zhao Yelan couldn't bear to recall any more, so he looked at him quietly: "Why did you take a cold shower early in the morning? Come, tell me the reason."

Yan Mingting choked up suddenly: "...Because of that, sorghum rice."