After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

At dusk, the servants hurriedly prepared dinner and cleaned the house. Because the new master demanded so much and was precise, he unknowingly became a servant of Zhao's mansion to instruct the people of the General's mansion how to do things, and it was inevitable that the two sides would become hostile.

Originally, the servants of the general's mansion could spend their time leisurely in the mansion, feeding the chickens, fishing, and the general who had just returned to Beijing was an easy-going person, so he didn't need them to take care of him at all. Now there is an extra master, oh no, it should be the ancestors, who have added a lot of things to them in the past two days, and the servants who brought them are even more arrogant, dissatisfied with everything, bossing around I can't help but assign tasks to them without hesitation.

After a while, a little servant girl ran into the kitchen and happily said to her companions: "My God, the general actually punished my wife to stride in the courtyard!"

"Is this true?"

The friends were happy, and ran to the front yard to see it.

The people in the Zhao Mansion heard this, looked at each other, and followed suit.

Not long after, a group of servants peeked out from the corridor in the front yard, and saw Zhao Yelan squatting crookedly, his expensive clothes hanging on the ground, stained with dirt, and his face was very ugly.

Zhao Yelan heard the whispering voice, looked back, and with just one look, they were quieted down, and they left the place pushing and shoving.

But Xiao Gao ran over and was about to speak when Zhao Yelan stopped him and said, "Gao Tan, go and see what the kitchen has cooked. If there is nothing I like, let them make it again."

Gao Tan immediately stopped, hesitated for a while, then turned and went to the kitchen.

"How old is Gao Tan?" Yan Mingting asked looking at his back.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yelan said calmly, "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Just ask, it looks quite small." Yan Mingting said, pressing his shoulders down, "Put your hands down, squat better, the chassis is unstable, it is easy to dangle, and you will fall down with one blow." .”

Zhao Yelan gritted his teeth, thin sweat broke out on his forehead, and a blush appeared on both sides of his cheeks, like peach blossoms blooming unintentionally on rice paper, the finishing touch, vivid and fragrant.

It was still dark during the morning exercise, so I missed this look. At this time, Yan Mingting saw the freshness and astonishment, and couldn't help but take a second look.

Zhao Yelan noticed his gaze, raised his hand and slapped him on the chest.

The servants of Zhao's mansion who were passing by were so shocked that they speeded up happily, ran back to the kitchen, and exaggeratedly told the big guys that Mr. Zhao had slapped General Yan, and Zhao's mansion won back a city!

"What are you fanning me for?" Yan Mingting asked.

"It's just an itchy hand."

Yan Mingting shrugged indifferently, pinched his face, Zhao Yelan hissed in pain, and glared angrily.

"Don't ask, it just makes your hands itchy." Yan Mingting replied.

"General, the two generals Zhong Yuehong and He Cuizhang are here." The guards ran in and preached.

"Understood." Yan Mingting let go of his hand, turned around and told Zhao Yelan, "Persist for another quarter of an hour."

When Zhong Yuehong and He Cuizhang stepped into the General's Mansion, they happened to run into Yan Mingting who was coming towards him. The three of them walked towards the study together without exchanging too many pleasantries.

When passing through the corridor, the two saw a figure in a fine attire disappearing at the end with sharp eyes, and asked, "Is that Zhao Yelan?"

"Ok."

"There is another master in the general's mansion, I'm not used to it." He Cuizhang said, "General, are you still used to it?"

"Is there anything I'm not used to? Isn't there just one more person, what effect will it have?" Yan Mingting said indifferently, and turned to the front of the study room. As soon as he opened the door, he was stimulated by the pungent fragrance All of a sudden, I sneezed on the spot.

He saw the people inside clearly, and said, "It's fine if you don't continue training, why did you come to the study to burn incense?"

"I want to use the study." Zhao Yelan held a historical book in his hand, and sat leisurely on his seat to read it, without giving them a single look.

There were too many people in other places, and the servants were busy, so it was very inconvenient to come in and out, so the three of them came to a century-old tree in the backyard.

"General... are you really used to it?" He Cuizhang asked in disbelief. When they were in the frontier, they used to discuss matters everywhere, but it was the first time they ran up the tree.

Why is it so difficult to return to the prosperous and wealthy capital, but the conditions are more difficult than fighting in the wild?

Yan Mingting cleared his throat in embarrassment, and said seriously, "What do you want from me?"

"You have some clues about what you want to investigate." Zhong Yuehong said in a low voice, "Before the old general died, the boy who served him to take the medicine recruited him, saying that someone ordered him to put poison in the medicine. The poison is colorless and tasteless, and the dosage is small. Long-term use will cause dizziness and weakness in the limbs, so the old general will be on the battlefield..."

The old general died fighting for the country on the surface, but in fact he was killed by a traitor, and the major general who was ordered in danger didn't even have time to mourn for his father, so he quickly led the soldiers to the battlefield. It took three full days to win that battle, and the distraught Yan Mingting stopped the team that was transporting the old general's body back to Beijing, saying that he would spend another night with his father, and then quietly took Wu Zuo to open the coffin for an autopsy.

He didn't believe that his father would die at the hands of an ordinary soldier. His father once said that even if he died, he would cut off the head of the enemy general and be buried with him.

That night seemed extraordinarily long. He didn't want to believe that his father was defeated so easily, but he didn't want to believe that when his father was born and died, he was killed by his own people.

The end result was not surprising, it was just resentment and despair.

Since then, Yan Mingting has been concentrating on the battlefield, while secretly sending his confidants to investigate the matter secretly. It's just that they haven't cultivated any influence in Beijing, and they can't startle the enemy, so the investigation has been delayed until now. After many years, after the surrender of Mongolia, he finally found some clues, and hurried back to Beijing, even if he wanted to come back and get married.

"Where's the person? Did you find out who ordered it?" Yan Mingting's expression turned serious.

Zhong Yuehong shook his head sadly: "He only said that that person was so powerful in the capital that the lives of the whole family were in his hands, and then he committed suicide."

The three were silent for a while, and He Cuizhang asked: "The clue is interrupted, so what should we do next?"

"It's not broken, at least the scope has been narrowed down." Yan Mingting said.

"It's true that there are quite a few powerful and powerful people in the capital, but if you want to say that they are so powerful..." He Cuizhang thought about it, and he suddenly pointed to the front yard not far away, where Zhao Yelan was surrounded by a group of servants Shan, "Isn't that one of them?"

Yan Mingting folded his arms around his chest, stared at the body for a moment, and said: "You guys continue to investigate, as long as you have done things, you will definitely leave clues, see if you can find traces of this young man's family. "

He Cuizhang wanted to say something else, but Yan Mingting had already jumped under the tree, and said relaxedly: "It smells so good, it's getting late, let's stay and have dinner together."

He Cuizhang and Zhong Yuehong really had to admire the speed of his emotional change, and they walked behind him.

Born in the army, everyone is a life-long friendship, and the rules are naturally less. The big guys used to eat together, but today they encountered some difficulties.

When the two were about to sit down, they were suddenly scrutinized by Zhao Yelan's cold eyes, and they became so stiff that they didn't know where to put their hands and feet.

Yan Mingting asked people to add two bowls and chopsticks, Zhao Yelan did not stop him, but he also gave the order: "Go and clean your hands first."

Obviously disgusted, the two looked at Yan Mingting in embarrassment, Yan Mingting nodded: "Go, go."

"You go too." Zhao Yelan gave him a sideways look.

Yan Mingting: "...Oh."

The three of them stood in front of a basin of water, you looked at me, I looked at you, and rubbed their hands together. As soon as it was taken out, a maid from the Zhao residence handed over another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus soap, and the three of them looked at each other again.

The servant girl explained: "It is used to rub hands, to remove dirt and leave fragrance."

The three big men had to take turns rubbing the soap and cleaning their hands carefully.

He Cuizhang whispered, "General, when will you be able to use food?"

Yan Mingting whispered even more: "You are lucky that you were not asked to take a shower before serving the table today."

He Cuizhang felt terrible when he thought about it. When he looked at Zhao Yelan again, the words "good things" came to mind.

Zhong Yuehong didn't speak, but took a few more glances at the sweet-scented osmanthus soap, even her daughter's family had never used such an exquisite gadget. She was born in a butcher's family, and she had never seen such things in her family. After enlisting in the army, even the water source may not be guaranteed at any time, so where can I use these.

The three of them finally took their seats, picked up the chopsticks and took the time to pick up the dishes, as if there were pursuers chasing after them, the speed of the meal was staggering.

Zhao Yelan chewed slowly and swallowed a few mouthfuls, and saw that the food on the table was completely eaten, and then looked at the three people who were comfortably touching their stomachs, and put the chopsticks heavily on the table.

Snapped-

The three of them were startled, and quickly sat up straight, belatedly showing expressions of apology.

"Xiao Gao, go and bring out the things in the small kitchen." Zhao Yelan ordered.

Not long after, exquisite delicacies were brought out one after another, Yan Mingting was surprised: "Why are there so many dishes?"

Zhao Yelan picked up the dishes leisurely: "I was worried that the cooks in your house were too few, so I arranged for someone to prepare more in the small kitchen. Thanks to my order, otherwise, would I still have food for this meal?"

He Cuizhang and Zhong Yuehong smiled cautiously, and seeing the delicacies placed in front of him, they were delicious and beautiful, making people salivate, but their stomachs were already full, so they could only be greedy.

After the meal, the two left the General's Mansion in disgrace. Before leaving, Zhong Yuehong was stopped by Zhao Yelan. She turned her head in doubt, and Xiao Gao walked up to her and handed her something.

She walked outside the gate, opened it and saw that it was a brand new sweet-scented osmanthus soap.

"Why do you give this to you? We are in charge of the general's mansion, and we still have to send it to you to wash it off every day when you go home? Our callused hands, even if we rub them hundreds of times, we still can't get the effect of his fine skin and tender flesh. "He Cuizhang muttered.

Zhong Yuehong kicked him far away.

In the evening, Zhao Yelan, who was tired all day, washed up early, picked up a new quilt and prepared to go to bed, and soon there was another person beside him. He turned his back to the other party, thinking that when he came back in the afternoon, he found that all the things he asked for had met his requirements one by one, and asked, "Why don't you agree to the room allocation?"

Yan Mingting put his hands on his head and crossed his legs: "The house was divided as soon as we got married. If it spreads, I will lose face. It just so happens that this general's mansion should be ostentatious."

Zhao Yelan snorted, not understanding what was on his mind, just as he closed his eyes, he realized that the other party was covering him with a quilt, and turned to stare at him: "Don't cross the line."

"The dog bit Lu Dongbin," Yan Mingting said.

"Who are you calling a dog?" Zhao Yelan turned around, picked up the ancient book in the middle and threw it at him, "Get out of here!"

"Don't move around." Yan Mingting tilted his head, dodged a blow, got up and grabbed his hand with a smile, and pressed it on top of the pillow, "You can't win the fight, why are you doing this?"

Zhao Yelan struggled for a long time, unable to free himself at all, his wrist was still hurting, he looked at him from embarrassment, his chest heaved slightly, his collar was messily opened, revealing his porcelain-like skin.

Yan Mingting was stunned for a moment, then gradually restrained his playfulness, and raised his head to look at the roof.

Zhao Yelan raised his head and bit on his protruding Adam's apple.

"hiss-"

Yan Mingting quickly pushed the person away and got off the bed.

Zhao Yelan smiled triumphantly and lay down again. After a while, he opened his eyes wide, unbelievable that Yan Mingting dared to tie his hands and feet with rope.

"Sleep well." Yan Mingting touched his Adam's apple, took a deep breath, and then stretched out his legs to hold down his wriggling legs.

Zhao Yelan was about to scold someone, but when he opened his mouth, he covered his mouth.

"Hush, there are people on the roof." Yan Mingting lowered his voice.

Zhao Yelan blinked.

Yan Mingting looked up vigilantly, then looked at the puppy who suddenly became obedient, smiled, and said softly: "Be obedient tonight, understand?"

After a while, Zhao Yelan nodded.