After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

Li Yucheng came back to his senses, seeing Zhao Yelan was on the verge of falling, he hurried forward with Xiao Gao to support him.

"Where are the others?" Zhao Yelan struggled to get up, turned his head to look at the road ahead, among the figures coming and going, no one was Yan Mingting.

He ran to the road, checked them one by one, and asked hoarsely, "Did you see Yan Mingting?"

Those people were inexplicably caught asking questions, and when they saw his red eyes, they were terrified, afraid of getting into trouble, they waved their hands, broke away from him, and ran away quickly.

Zhao Yelan walked all the way forward, watching the sun sinking a little bit, he stepped on the ground and fell on the road.

"My God, don't run around, go back first, maybe he just got off the horse to take a piss, and the horse didn't obey and ran back by himself." Li Yucheng hurriedly helped him up and comforted him.

Zhao Yelan's absent-minded eyes gradually focused: "You are right, maybe it is like this."

"Ah? What kind?" Li Yucheng was also confused. What did he just say?

Zhao Yelan forgot the pain on his body and the dust on his clothes, and ran back quickly, and the sweaty horse also ran over.

"He just got off the horse halfway, right? You take me to find him." After Zhao Yelan finished speaking, he rode on.

Yan Mingting was right, the sweaty BMW was still a bit difficult for him to control, the speed was too fast, he staggered several times before he managed to stabilize his figure, tried not to let himself fall, and shouted Yan along the way. Ming Ting's name.

"Is he crazy?" Li Yucheng hurriedly asked Xiao Gao to follow, and he returned to the city and hired a carriage to catch up.

"Yan Mingting!"

"Yan Mingting, where are you!"

Zhao Yelan yelled all the way, Li Yucheng and Xiao Gao followed behind and kept yelling. It was completely dark, and the three of them searched for a long time on the dark road. Xiao Gao held a torch and led the way for Zhao Yelan.

Zhao Yelan's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't shout anymore. Looking at the endless night and road ahead, he suddenly didn't know what he was doing.

He should have returned to the city from the very beginning and asked someone to start a carpet search, or, instead of letting Yan Mingting come back earlier, let him stay in southern Xinjiang for a while and return with the army, then Yan Mingting must not Will just disappear on the way home.

Or, he shouldn't have let Yan Mingting go to southern Xinjiang in the first place.

There are so many people who know how to fight, but there is only one Yan Mingting.

Xiao Gao was walking in front, suddenly his ears moved slightly, and he heard a faint sob. He turned his head and saw Zhao Yelan raised a hand, pressing his palm on his eye, and a teardrop rolled down the end of his eye to his cheek.

Xiao Gao was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he pointed at him tremblingly, and when he was about to speak, Li Yucheng gave him a wink, and then he closed his mouth belatedly, turned his head and looked ahead, pretending that he didn't see anything .

The horse was still walking forward, and the three of them kept silent on the road.

Xiao Gao didn't hear his cry again, as if what he heard just now was his illusion, or maybe, the adults just restrained and suppressed it, and didn't dare to let them hear any more movement.

He didn't dare to look back, but silently hoped in his heart that General Yan would come home soon.

I don't know how long he walked, but Zhao Yelan had many thoughts in his mind, one here and the other, without any structure, like a walker walking on the peak of despair, hopeless and free, whatever.

Suddenly, as if he had found the answer, the corner of his mouth twitched.

No matter what, it's fine, anyway, Yan Mingting don't want to run away from him, life and death are impossible.

At this time, the horse suddenly accelerated, and he simply trusted the horse to let it run wildly.

"My lord!" Xiao Gao quickly chased after him.

"Oh, you really want to torment me to death!" Li Yucheng quickly chased after him with a carriage.

Soon, Zhao Yelan discovered that the horse was not running around, but seemed to be running in a certain direction, but suddenly came down again, wandering on the road.

"Are you looking for him?" Zhao Yelan leaned over and asked, with joy in his eyes, but afraid of losing hope, he restrained his voice and asked, "Is he around here?"

The horse definitely couldn't answer him, and it was still spinning around like a headless chicken, neighing.

Just then, a whistle sounded from afar.

The horse moved when he heard the sound, and immediately ran over in the dark.

Zhao Yelan controlled his heartbeat, his eyes were fixed on the place in front of him, until he vaguely saw a figure, the suppressed emotion came to his heart, and he cursed: "Yan Mingting! What are you doing hiding here!"

When Xiao Gao and Li Yucheng heard this, they rushed to the front immediately.

Xiao Gao raised the torch a little higher, and only then did the crowd see Yan Mingting leaning against a tree in a state of embarrassment, crossing his arms around his chest in a handsome manner, raised his eyebrows at them, then stretched out his hands, and said with a smile: "Mengting , you are here, let me give you a hug."

Zhao Yelan got off his horse, staggered two steps, stepped forward and pushed him: "Why are you hiding here!"

Yan Mingting smiled, hugged him into his arms, and took a deep breath: "I see you."

Li Yucheng took Xiao Gao to the side and waited.

Zhao Yelan pushed him a few more times, but did not push him away, then hugged his back and buried him in the crook of his neck.

After a while, Yan Mingting noticed that a part of his neck was wet with tears, he stroked the other's cheek with both hands, bowed his head and kissed it, it was longer than ever before, the tears were mixed in it, salty.

The dark clouds dissipated, the moon was completely exposed, and the bright moonlight shone on the two of them. It was not until Zhao Yelan could hardly breathe that he gently pushed them away, and then found that Yan Mingting's cheeks were also covered with tears. , was deeply touched, raised his hand to wipe him, and asked, "Why are you crying?"

"Miss you." Yan Mingting heard that his voice was hoarse, and pressed his forehead against it, and asked in a low voice, "What about you?"

"I thought you were dead." Zhao Yelan said.

Yan Mingting laughed silently.

"So why are you here?" Zhao Yelan asked again.

Yan Mingting led him to the carriage, and said: "I was in a hurry to urinate when I was on my way, so I got off the horse first. Who knew that the horse was gone when I came back."

When Li Yucheng heard this, he said in surprise: "My God, I really guessed it right?!"

Zhao Yelan didn't believe it, but he didn't ask any more questions at this moment, and quietly followed him into the carriage. Then he went to pick off his clothes without making a sound, Yan Mingting didn't resist, let him check carefully, and said with a smile: "I'm not injured, it's really just an urgency to urinate."

Zhao Yelan beat him a few more times angrily: "Then you can't tie the horse! Do you know how..."

He couldn't continue, and simply turned his head to look elsewhere.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tie the horse properly, it's all my carelessness." Yan Mingting coaxed him for a long time, but seeing that he was still indifferent, he rolled his eyes, and suddenly let out a painful "hiss".

Zhao Yelan frowned and turned around: "What's wrong with you?"

"hurts a little."

"Where?" Zhao Yelan hurriedly touched him.

"Here." Yan Mingting pressed his hand on his left chest, aggrieved, "If you ignore me, it will hurt here."

Zhao Yelan gave him a blank look, lowered his eyes, and then leaned against his head, closing his eyes: "Forget it, it's good to be back, no matter what happens, it's good to be back safely."

Yan Mingting put his arms around his shoulders, lowered his head and sniffed the breath on his body, and smiled silently, but the depths of his eyes were like tonight's night, a little desolate.

When he returned to the General's Mansion, the servants had already rested, so Xiao Gao obediently went to the kitchen to prepare hot water.

While taking a bath, Yan Mingting talked about the war with Zhao Yelan, boasting that he was like the **** of war in the sky and on the earth, which is called majestic.

Zhao Yelan curled his lips. If it was before, he must have been bored, but now he didn't feel bored at all. He wished he could talk more, as if he was on the battlefield with him.

"By the way, did Princess Nanjiang tell you why she poisoned your father?" he asked.

"Yeah." Yan Mingting nodded, with a low voice, "Before she died, she finally confessed that it was Zhao Xu who asked her for the poison. Although our Yan family did not join any party at that time, he found out and treated me. The Imperial Physician worried that the Yan family might be biased toward your party, and he was already worried that my father would make great achievements after he ascended the throne, so he was ruthless."

Zhao Yelan's eyes were slightly cold: "Where is Zhao Xu, haven't you found it yet?"

"Well, it couldn't be that Horn Gada died, right?"

"In these days, I also send people to search in secret. If you want to see people, if you want to see people, if you want to see dead bodies."

Yan Mingting turned his head to look at his angry face, laughed, and raised his hand to pinch his cheek: "Okay, okay, I'm angry alone, you have to be responsible for being happy."

"Come out quickly after washing, the water is cold." Zhao Yelan said.

Yan Mingting got up to dry himself, put on his clothes, took his hand and walked to the bed.

Zhao Yelan suddenly felt his hand being squeezed hard. When he looked sideways, he saw Yan Mingting shook his head, frowned slightly, then sat down beside the bed as if nothing had happened, and patted his thigh: "Come on , I haven't hugged you for a long time."

Zhao Yelan sat up and asked, "Except for you, everyone else is still staying in Southern Border?"

"No, only a small number of people are left. He Cuizhang and the others will lead the army back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I'm just one step ahead of them."

"I'd rather you come back with them, and save yourself such fear."

Yan Mingting smiled, put him on the bed, and practiced what is meant by Xiaobiesheng newlyweds.

The next day, Zhao Yelan reported a vacation to the Imperial Academy, and when he got up, Yan Mingting was still lying on the bed.

When Butler Tan heard that the general was back, he was so happy that he made a lot of food in the kitchen.

Zhao Yelan listened to the commotion outside and kicked Yan Mingting: "You don't have to go to court today?"

"Well, anyway, He Cuizhang and the others haven't come back yet, so I'll wait for the army to come back before going to court." Yan Mingting was tired for almost two months, so he wanted to be lazy at this moment, hugged Zhao Yelan and moaned, " I don't want to go out, I just want to play with you."

"Then let's sleep again." Zhao Yelan patted him on the shoulder lightly, and slept with him again, and didn't get up until noon.

After the meal, the two lingered in the house for another two hours, and Zhao Yelan kicked him exhaustedly: "Are you still letting people live?"

"Is this the time for you to be enthusiastic?" Yan Mingting joked.

Zhao Yelan propped his head on his hands and gave him a sideways glance. Yan Mingting leaned forward and kissed him a few more times before saying contentedly, "I've been holding back for two full months."

In the evening, after Zhao Yelan took a bath, he found that Yan Mingting was not in the mansion. After asking Butler Tan, he found out that he was out on errands.

Butler Qin didn't know what to do.

Zhao Yelan closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then turned and went back to the room, and when Yan Mingting came back, he asked, "What did you do?"

"Oh, go out and buy something." Yan Mingting took out a safety lock from his arms and gave it to him, "I heard that this one is very useful, and it's made of pure gold. I guess you'll like it."

"..." Zhao Yelan looked at such a big golden safety lock, and said speechlessly, "I like gold, but I don't want to wear it to go out."

"Then keep it as a treasure at home, it's gold." Yan Mingting said with a smile.

Zhao Yelan watched him go to store it seriously, walked a few steps closer, hugged him, then sniffed him secretly, and smelled a faint smell of medicinal materials.

Others may not notice it, but he has become a doctor after a long illness, and he is very familiar with the taste of medicinal materials.

"Why are you so clingy?" Yan Mingting laughed.

Zhao Yelan said: "Go to bed early."

"I'm coming!"

Like an energetic dog, Yan Mingting was about to drain him. The next day, he walked slowly to the Imperial Academy. In fact, he could ask for leave, but he still had something to investigate.

At noon, his colleagues were having dinner, but he went to the Imperial Hospital, found the busy Yao Muze in an empty corner, and asked straight to the point: "Did Yan Mingting look for you last night?"

Yao Muze looked at him in surprise.

"What did he come to see you for?" Zhao Yelan asked forcefully.

Yao Muze's eyes wandered, as if he wanted to avoid this question.

"Think about it clearly, the price of keeping it from me is very high." Zhao Yelan's eyes were sharp, "Besides, he even wants to hide something from me, can you bear the consequences?"

Yao Muze's eyes flickered a few times, and he didn't want to hide the news in his heart. He could only temporarily feel sorry for the general's trust, and he gritted his teeth and replied, "The general came to ask me last night if there is any antidote for the poison in the old general. At most, I can live for a few more days..."

Zhao Yelan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his face was pale.