After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

Because Zhao Xuan was still in a coma, the morning court was temporarily suspended, and the two of them stayed in bed until noon.

After Yan Mingting finished his meal, Zhao Yelan dragged him to find a doctor. From the imperial physician in the palace to the barefoot doctor in the folk, he asked them one by one, the more they asked, the more hopeless they became.

Seeing them shaking their heads and sighing, Zhao Yelan became angry and smashed up several shops. Yan Mingting deserves to follow behind and say good things to them for compensation.

"They're all rubbish! Quack doctors!" Zhao Yelan walked back angrily.

Yan Mingting coaxed a few words, but it didn't work. He tugged at Zhao Yelan's sleeve, pointed at the stall next to him and said, "Mengting, I want to eat that rice cake."

Zhao Yelan stopped and bought him two rice cakes: "What else do you want to eat?"

“I still want to eat fried peanuts!”

The two went to the shop to buy fried peanuts, and when they got home, they ate a big bag of peanuts, feeling overwhelmed. In the middle of the night, Zhao Yelan woke up thirsty and found that Yan Mingting was not in the room. He searched around in a panic and saw a light in the kitchen. As soon as he reached the door, he was choked by a puff of thick smoke.

"Why are you up?" Yan Mingting asked.

"What are you doing here?" Zhao Yelan walked in covering his mouth and nose, and pulled him out from the stove.

"I want to make some steamed stuffed buns for you, but I don't believe it won't work, even the smoke... it's too choking, cough cough cough!" Yan Mingting quickly ran out and coughed a few times before returning, Seeing that Zhao Yelan was holding the tongs, he took a few pieces of firewood out of it and buried them in the pile of ashes next to him.

"You didn't light the fire like this. You should leave some space in the middle. If you put too much firewood, it will definitely not ignite."

The smoke became smaller and gradually dissipated, and the fire started to ignite. Yan Mingting looked at him in surprise: "Why do you still light fire?"

"What's so difficult about it? I burned it every day when I was a child." Zhao Yelan raised his head while talking.

Yan Mingting stared at his face smeared with black and his eyes were still red from smoke, and couldn't help laughing out: "Hahahaha!"

Zhao Yelan's face turned dark, and after setting up the firewood, he went to wash his face, and then went to see Yan Mingting and the noodles.

"You can do this too?" Yan Mingting asked.

"No, meeting is my father's job."

"I will, hehe." Yan Mingting said proudly, intending to show off his kneading skills, kneading vigorously a few times, the chopping board flew out.

"..."

"..."

"I began to wonder if you picked up those buns that I ate before, right?"

"How is it possible! This time it was just a small mistake!"

"Is the stuffing ready?"

"not yet."

"Let me do it."

"Oh, ancestor! You can be careful with the knife, let me come, don't worry about it."

After working for a long time, the noodles and stuffing were ready, Yan Mingting moved two small benches and said, "Let's make stuffing."

The two sat at the small table in the kitchen, Yan Mingting taught him how to wrap the buns little by little, Zhao Yelan watched his hands used to holding the sword awkwardly pinch the buns, with a very serious expression on his face, subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

When the **** crowed, a servant got up and came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but saw the two masters standing by the stove, staring at the pot in a daze, and couldn't help but ask: "My lord, general, what are you doing? "

"Hush." ​​Yan Mingting said seriously, "Keep down."

The servant subconsciously covered his mouth, walked in lightly, and then heard Zhao Yelan turn his head to stare at the burnt incense and say, "It's time, hurry up."

Yan Mingting quickly opened the cage, and a gust of hot air rushed towards his face.

The servant went over to take a look, and saw about twenty buns steaming in the pot.

"…"That's it? !

"I'll taste it first." Yan Mingting directly reached in and took one. It was a little hot, and he tossed it in the air a few times before he held it firmly. They are all delicious! Try it."

"Really?" Zhao Yelan lowered his head and took a bite. The taste was indeed better, but it was still far inferior to Mingji's buns. "Yes, this time it was a success."

"Great." Yan Mingting found a food box and packed the twenty or so buns, and led Zhao Yelan back to the house excitedly, "Let's go eat the buns."

Servant: "..."

In the morning, Kan Chuan came to the mansion, not only to discuss the emperor's critical illness with Zhao Yelan, but also to visit Yan Mingting's body. They all knew about such a big matter, and they spared no effort to help find a good doctor all over the country .

The two talked for more than half an hour in the room, when Zhao Yelan suddenly saw the red string hanging on his chest, and asked, "What are you?"

"Peace talisman, Niang Li asked for me in Lingyun Temple." Kan Chuan said, "Didn't she also ask for one for you?"

Zhao Yelan nodded: "Is it useful?"

"It's just for peace of mind, but this thing is all about faith. A few days ago, the child was crying all the time, and I also had a little physical condition. She went to ask for amulets for the whole family. As a result, my child and I were in the same situation. It got better, but she insisted that it was because of the safety talisman, so I went with her, and it was all because of her will." Kan Chuan said with a smile, "She just asked for it from the bottom of the mountain, so it doesn't have such a big effect. "

Zhao Yelan was silent for a moment, then asked again: "What's wrong with the begging at the bottom of the mountain? Was it not effective?"

"It's not bad, but I heard that if you go up the mountain to pray, the journey will be difficult, so it will be more effective, and the nine gods and Buddhas will bless them."

After eating at noon, Yan Mingting passed out again unexpectedly, Yao Muze performed the needle in the room, Zhao Yelan watched it for a while, and then called Xiao Gao to go out.

Lingyun Temple is not in the capital city, but in the neighboring county, where incense is flourishing and there are many believers. Many people come to the foot of the mountain to seek marriage and peace. Zhao Yelan asked someone to inquire about it, and many people said that it is effective here, especially if you can walk up the mountain to enter the temple, the gods and Buddhas will see your sincerity, and your wishes will be more easily realized.

But so many people stay at the bottom of the mountain because the main temple is very high, with 3,000 steps, and the terrain is steep and rugged. Ordinary people would die half-life just to climb up.

The monks guarding the foot of the mountain said that this road cannot be abandoned halfway, there is no turning back, and the gods and Buddhas will blame if they are not sincere, so most people are satisfied with worshiping the temple at the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Gao looked up at the steep mountain road and said worriedly: "My lord, do you really want to go up? How about I go for you?"

However, as soon as the words fell, Zhao Yelan had already taken the first step.

Isn't it just three thousand steps? What are you afraid of?

Xiao Gao followed behind him and served him for so many years. He knows the physical fitness of the adults best, and even the general dared to let him run five laps at most when he was taking him to exercise. The three thousand steps would kill the adults.

But he couldn't stop it, and watched the adult climb up slowly and stubbornly, but he couldn't do anything.

Halfway through the walk, Zhao Yelan felt dizzy and stepped on the ground. Fortunately, he supported the tree next to him, so he didn't fall down, and Xiao Gao was terrified.

He looked up at the stairs that still couldn't see the end. It was already dark, and he continued to move his steps, as if he could no longer feel the pain, but just climbed up numbly, relying only on a belief to support him to move on.

As night fell, the two of them crawled in the dark for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Gao shouted: "My lord, let's take a break and eat something."

Zhao Yelan didn't dare to stop, he was afraid that if he stopped, his body would never get up again, and he was even more afraid of wasting time. After being out for so long, I don't know if Yan Mingting has woken up. He must be very worried when he finds out that he is not at home. He has to go back sooner.

Xiao Gao couldn't persuade him, he just continued to climb with him. To be honest, even he, a practicing family, felt very tired now.

When climbing to the last leg, Zhao Yelan was a little delirious, rubbing his hands on the steps, muttering that he's almost there, he's almost there, he'll be back to see Yan Mingting soon.

When stepping on the last step, Xiao Gao cried, crying loudly: "Master woo woo woo, we are here, we are finally here!"

Zhao Yelan twitched the corner of his mouth, and as soon as he took a step forward, his knees gave way weakly, and he fell directly to the ground.

"grown ups!"

"Quick...take me in quickly." Zhao Yelan said hoarsely.

Xiao Gao helped him walk into the temple, and felt that his legs seemed to be unable to walk at all, almost dragging him in.

It was almost midnight, and there were still monks chanting scriptures in the temple. When they saw them coming, they asked, "The almsgiver came late at night, why?"

"I want to seek peace for one person." Zhao Yelan said.

"Please follow me here." The monk led them into the main hall behind. The Buddha statue was majestic and silent, but it seemed that they could hear the chanting and prayers of the monks outside.

Zhao Yelan knelt down in front of the statue, slowly raised his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said reverently: "Before, I didn't believe in God, I didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, and I never worshiped you in the future, because you never gave me faith. Eye, good and evil are rewarded, I did all the bad things, why did I hurt the people around me? I don't defend and pray for myself, I just pray that you can see Yan Mingting?"

"He has never done anything evil in his life."

"His Yan family has been loyal and good for generations. He has lived and died for the people of the country. He has lived on the field for half his life. He has never had the slightest selfishness. He, Yan Mingting, descended to Mongolia in the north, and lived in the south of the border. Because he did so well, so you are jealous of Yingcai?"

"If you can rescue him, I will do more good deeds and worship you in the future. But if you can't, I will trample down your **** statues, saying that good and evil are rewarded. Buddha!"

"Almsgiver, be careful!" the monk hurriedly stopped him, and was about to go up to take him away, when a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"Dream Pavilion."

Hearing the sound, Zhao Yelan was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look over, Yan Mingting stepped forward and bent down to hug him.

After feeling the warm embrace, Zhao Yelan smiled: "You're awake."

"Well, when I woke up, I found that you were gone. Uncle Tan said you were here." Yan Mingting said.

"Are you still dizzy?" Zhao Yelan raised his head and patted his head.

"I'm not dizzy anymore." Yan Mingting looked into his eyes, his eyes turned red when he thought of him crawling here himself, and when he heard what he said outside the door, his chest was boiling hot, and he lowered his head and sighed. Touching his lips, "Meng Ting, I'm not jealous of talents, I just like you so much, they are jealous that I can be liked by you, so they want to take me away."

The monk looked at the two kissing passionately in front of the Buddha statue, and his face turned pale with shock. He was about to stop him, but Xiao Gao covered his mouth and took him out.

Originally, the temple had prepared fasting meals for these donors who came to worship Buddha sincerely, but the monk felt that their hearts were not sincere, so he told the abbot to cancel their fasting meals.

As soon as the host heard that it was General Yan, he scolded him for being ignorant, and then personally led a group of monks to the main hall, only to see the two were still kissing, and hurriedly backed out covering their eyes, and awkwardly told the others : "Go and prepare the vegetarian food, and remind them later."

"yes."

After the two finished their fast, the host came over to ask if he needed to stay for one night before leaving. Zhao Yelan originally planned to go back to see Yan Mingting after worshiping, but since Yan Mingting came after him, it doesn't matter if he goes back or not. .

"Okay, let's go tomorrow." Yan Mingting took Zhao Yelan's body into consideration, and after he rested, he pressed his body, complaining of pain wherever he touched, but he couldn't walk at all anyway.

"It seems that you carried me down the mountain." Zhao Yelan said.

"Okay, I'm willing to carry you for the rest of my life." Yan Mingting lowered his head and kissed him, again out of control, but he was in pain all over, so the two just kept kissing.

The next day, the three of them set off down the mountain, Yan Mingting carried him down, walking very slowly, most of the time was spent admiring the scenery along the way.

They couldn't go outside the city to enjoy flowers this spring, so they made up for it here. Whenever Yan Mingting saw any flowers and plants, he would ask him what they were, and Zhao Yelan explained them to him tirelessly. Occasionally, when he encountered something he didn't know, he would say that it was a red flower, a green leaf, or a big tree.

Xiao Gao laughed heartily when he heard it, and after laughing, he couldn't help falling into long thoughts—if only they could stay like this forever.

Halfway up the mountain, the three of them sat down to rest for a while, Yan Mingting went to the side to pick a large bouquet of wild flowers, put the most beautiful one into Zhao Yelan's hair, and gave the rest to Zhao Yelan.

Zhao Yelan held the flower in one hand, and put his arm around his neck with the other, carefully lying on his back, watching the way down the mountain, and said, "Slow down, I'm afraid."

"You won't be afraid if you call your husband."

"..."

When they returned to the capital, it was already dusk, the three of them went down the mountain and hired a carriage to return to the General's Mansion. Yan Mingting carried him off the carriage and squatted down in front of him again.

"It's such a short distance, just help me in." Zhao Yelan said.

Yan Mingting insisted on carrying him in, so Zhao Yelan had no choice but to obey him and lie on his back.

However, after walking a few steps, I heard someone shouting in the distance: "General, General Yan, Lord Zhao!"

Yan Mingting turned around and saw Yao Mize running over in a hurry, followed by a panting old man.

"What's up?"

"You guys are back!" panting, Yao Muze pointed at the old man behind and said, "General, you are saved! Didn't you send people to look for Master's trace before? If you found it, this is my Master!"

Yan Mingting and Zhao Yelan looked at the old man who was following him in surprise at the same time.

"Master went to southern Xinjiang two years ago, and he lost contact all the time. He also met a very powerful witch doctor in southern border, and he has thoroughly studied the poisons in southern border! Moreover, that witch doctor this time It just so happened that I went to Beijing with him, and it can cure your poison!" Yao Muze said excitedly.

Yan Mingting's pupils dilated slowly, subconsciously wanting to hug Zhao Yelan, overjoyed and turned around twice: "Mengting! Where is Mengting? Where did you go?"

"...on your back." Zhao Yelan's head was about to turn dizzy from him.