After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

Everything in the room was smashed to pieces, Zhao Yelan couldn't beat him, so he had to smash things to discourage him, and greeted him with all kinds of pillows and bedding, whatever he caught in his hand.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't tease you next time." Yan Mingting dodged a few times with his head in his arms, and then returned to his original position with the quilt in his arms.

Zhao Yelan smashed it for a while in a panic, but he was so tired that he stopped to catch his breath, and then couldn't help coughing again.

"Why don't you take a break first." Yan Mingting became considerate.

Zhao Yelan threw the sword he put on the table, Yan Mingting caught it with one hand, but this time he didn't draw the sword to threaten him, put it on the cabinet, and then went to calm his emotions: "Okay, okay , I was wrong this time, okay?"

"What could be wrong with you?" Zhao Yelan asked eccentrically.

"Well, then I was right."

"..." Zhao Yelan regretted for the first time that he didn't acquire martial arts.

There were more and more footsteps outside the door, Yan Mingting made a silent gesture: "Look, there are real people." Then he opened the door, saw several servants standing in the yard carrying hot water, and asked , "What are you doing?"

"Butler Tan asked us to prepare some hot water, does the general want to use it now?" the servant asked.

Yan Mingting turned his head to look at the messy room, then looked at Zhao Yelan who was in a hurry, guessed that he would probably need it later, and said, "Come in and leave it."

The servants carried the hot water in, and Gao Tan was among them. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Zhao Yelan's angry face. Just as he was about to ask, a group of people were sent out by Yan Mingting.

"Your Excellency seems to be angry." Gao Tan said worriedly.

The servant next to him said with a smile: "Can you not be angry? The general played too hard, and the drapery was torn."

Gao Tan was curious: "What are you playing?"

"Of course it's...a game for adults!" The servant patted him on the shoulder, and went back to tell Butler Tan with a serious face.

That night, Yan Mingting finally slept on the ground.

Zhao Yelan originally wanted to drive him to the study, but he had a thick skin and insisted on staying in the room.

At night, Yan Mingting pulled the mattress on the bed, and said aggrievedly: "Master Zhao, give me a quilt."

Zhao Yelan pulled hard and pulled the quilt back on the bed.

The moonlight outside the window came into the room, falling on Zhao Yelan's silent back, thin and stubborn, if it wasn't because he couldn't beat him, he would have killed him.

Yan Mingting smiled silently, and fell asleep holding the sword in his arms.

The next morning, when Zhao Yelan woke up, there was no sign of Yan Mingting. There was only a mattress on the floor and a pillow, neatly placed beside the bed, as if expressing grievances. , and like a gesture of goodwill.

Zhao Yelan stepped on the pillow with one foot, kicked it a little farther away, opened the door, and ordered people to come in and clean up the room.

Not long after, Yan Mingting came back from the school grounds and bumped into Gao Tan at the gate who had come back from a trip, and said casually, "Are you going to buy fruit for your master again?"

Gao Tan nodded.

"You wait on him every day, isn't it good to ask someone else for such a trivial matter?" Yan Mingting asked.

"No, the others don't know the taste of adults." Gao Tan walked ahead with a little pride.

Yan Mingting stared at the basket for a while, it was still a basket of cherries, the taste was tasted yesterday, it was sweet and sour, nothing special.

After arriving at the lobby, seeing that Zhao Yelan was already having breakfast, he strode to the side, and was about to sit down when Zhao Yelan glanced at him, stood up straight again, smelled the smell on his body, and went back to the room to change. After cleaning a set of clothes, I cleaned my hands again before sitting down at the table.

Seeing this series of movements, Butler Tan felt distressed with his proficiency, and then mentioned another important matter: "General, madam, I'm going back home today."

Yan Mingting nodded, turned his head and asked, "Then where are we going?"

"Zhao Mansion." Zhao Yelan paused with his chopsticks, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and went back to his room to pack his things.

Yan Mingting stared at the half bowl of food left in a daze.

He only knew that Zhao Yelan had no relatives or reasons, and he didn't know who his parents were. Returning home is just a rule, Yan Mingting still ordered someone to prepare a gift, and then went back to Zhao Mansion together with him.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the servants of the Zhao Mansion ran into the mansion happily. It was unavoidable that they were a little happy to return to a familiar place, and even the expression on Zhao Yelan's face softened a little.

This was Yan Mingting's first visit to Zhao's Mansion, and he took a look around, the scenery was fresh and elegant, but the furnishings in the house were extravagant, very contradictory, but not surprising.

Since returning to the Zhao Mansion, Yan Mingting seemed to have been left out in the cold, everyone was busy, no one cared about his existence at all, and there was only a steward Tan who followed him around.

Accidentally saw a door open, he walked to the door and took a look, it was a study room with several newly made landscape paintings hanging in it, which had been dried by the wind.

"General, it's time for you to find your wife." Butler Tan reminded, "Even if my wife's parents are dead, it's better to go to pay respects."

Yan Mingting tilted his head: "Do you think he will allow me to worship?"

"Why not?"

Yan Mingting didn't answer, and took him directly to look for Zhao Yelan, but he was driven out mercilessly: "You see."

Butler Qin: "..."

Zhao Yelan bolted the door and ordered Gao Tan to wait here, then opened the secret door next to it, walked into the tunnel, lit the fire, walked to the two memorial tablets, stared at it for a long time, then took out a brocade handkerchief, went forward and wiped it clean tablet.

"The old emperor is gone, and Yu Junliang came to bury you with you not long ago. Those who bullied you are almost dead." He said softly, as if telling a story, "Who is left? …Oh, the head of the cell from back then has not been found yet, and I don’t know where he hid, don’t worry, none of them will fall.”

There was a dead silence around, not a single ray of light, and no one responded to him.

After staying for a while, the humid and scarce air made him a little uncomfortable. He put the tablet back, bowed, and then slowly left.

As soon as he walked out of the secret door, he suddenly felt dizzy and fainted on the ground. He heard Gao Tan yelling at him in horror. Before he lost consciousness, he saw a figure rushing in, and he was hugged. Unconsciously snuggled up to her, and closed her eyes drowsily.

Half-dream and half-awake, another bitter and numb medicine was poured into his mouth, but he didn't swallow it, turned his head in resistance, and spat out the medicine.

"My lord, don't move around." Gao Tan anxiously straightened his head.

"Let me do it." Yan Mingting wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, then pinched his nose.

After a while, Zhao Yelan opened his mouth to breathe, and felt that the medicine was poured into his mouth again. He resisted very much, his throat was choked, and he sat up completely awake, coughing all the time.

Yan Mingting patted him on the back and said, "If you don't drink anymore, I can only feed you mouth to mouth."

Zhao Yelan coughed for a long time, turned his head to look at him, murmured his lips, said something in a low voice, then grabbed the medicine bowl, frowned, drank it all in one gulp, and threw the bowl out: "Get out!"

The servants immediately packed up the debris and left. Gao Tan followed Yan Mingting, and after walking outside, he asked in a low voice: "General, what did your lord tell you just now?"

Yan Mingting: "Shameless."

Gao Tan: "...Why are you still scolding me?"

"You're scolding me." Yan Mingting laughed.

Zhao Yelan was lying in the room all the time, and after dark, he was barely served by the waiter for a meal, and then he lay down again listlessly.

In the evening, Yan Mingting returned to the room lightly, picked up the pillow, spread a quilt on the floor, fell asleep on the floor, and soon fell asleep.

Suddenly, a scream shattered his dream.

"don't want-!"

Yan Mingting nimbly grasped the sword and sat up, looked sideways, and saw a figure sitting up on the bed, the heavy breathing sounded a bit heavy in the night. He lit the candle, walked to the bed and took a closer look. Zhao Yelan was sitting on the bed, with one hand covering his chest, his eyes were empty, the strands of hair on his sideburns were slightly moist, and his face was too pale.

"What's wrong? Had a nightmare?" Yan Mingting patted his back, only to realize that his entire back was soaked in sweat.

Zhao Yelan's breathing gradually calmed down with the frequency of his slapping, his eyes refocused, he glanced at him indifferently, then turned over and lay down again.

After a while, someone pinched his wrist, he looked up sideways, and saw Yan Mingting take out a red soft rope out of nowhere, and wrapped it around his wrist.

"What are you doing?" His voice was hoarse.

"Don't worry, it's still a slipknot this time. If you feel uncomfortable in your wrist, you can untie it at any time." Yan Mingting showed him the knot, then wrapped the other end around his wrist and lay back on the ground again, "If If you have nightmares again, or if you can’t fall asleep, just pull the rope and I’ll wake up.”

Zhao Yelan looked at him silently.

The room returned to silence and darkness again, perhaps because he slept too much during the day, Zhao Yelan couldn't fall asleep no matter what, looked at the roof for a long time in the dark, and then pulled the rope.

"A nightmare again so soon?"

Immediately, Yan Mingting's voice sounded, but if he listened carefully, he could tell that there was a hint of softness in the voice, it seemed that he had just woken up from sleep.

"I can not sleep."

"Then what to do?"

"You knock me out."

"I've never heard such a request."

"Hurry up, I have to go to court tomorrow." Zhao Yelan said, "I won't take revenge on you this time."

"That can't be done. Your body really might not be able to withstand a blow from me. If something good or bad happens, won't I become a murderer?" Yan Mingting smiled, "How about I tell you Stories? My mother would tell me stories when I couldn’t sleep when I was young.”

"Childish." Zhao Yelan snorted.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Yelan pulled Yan Mingting's rope again, and said coldly, "What about the story?"

Yan Mingting reluctantly opened his eyes and cleared his throat: "There is a family in the south of the Yangtze River with the surname Wang who is as rich as a country, but the only son has not been married for a long time, which caused the old lady a headache, so she specially selected a few suitable women. There is the prefect's daughter who is knowledgeable and reasonable, and Qingmei who has practiced martial arts since she was a child, but the prince fell in love with the fire-burning girl at home."

"Why did you fall in love with her?" Zhao Yelan was puzzled.

"Because that woman is not afraid of power. Although she came from a poor and humble background, she is as beautiful as a flower. She is the only one who dares to set fire on him. The fire burns in his body and also in his heart."

"..." Zhao Yelan picked up the pillow and threw it over, "Didn't you forget to bring some words to read when you were marching and fighting?"

Yan Mingting laughed out loud: "Don't you want to know the ending?"

"It's nothing more than disregarding the family's obstruction and worldly eyes, and insisting on marrying the burning girl from a humble background."

"Wrong, Mr. Wang...was burned to death. On the contrary, Miss Zhifu and Qingmei cherished each other and loved each other, so they went to travel together." Yan Mingting said cheerfully.

"..."

Zhao Yelan turned over to sleep, his wrist was a little tense, he touched the rope, but did not untie it, and when he closed his eyes, he did not see the scene in his dream again.

But in the second half of the night, I still had a nightmare, dreaming about the boy being burned to death.