After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

The house had already prepared breakfast, and as soon as the two of them entered the courtyard, the maids served it up one after another.

Yan Mingting ordered the cook to make some steamed stuffed buns again, and then he sat down to eat, took a few big mouthfuls, and found that Zhao Yelan was looking at the food on the table boredly, and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"Not hungry." Zhao Yelan had no appetite.

"You said you didn't eat enough." Yan Mingting said, "What did you eat?"

Zhao Yelan glanced at him proudly: "Anyway, it's richer than your table."

"No matter how rich the food is, if diners don't like it, it's a waste." Yan Mingting smiled and continued to eat.

After marching for many years, his appetite has always been good, he eats fast and has a large appetite, and he eats more than half of it without knowing it.

Zhao Yelan was stunned: "You haven't eaten for hundreds of years?"

Yan Mingting chewed quickly, and smiled heartily: "Sometimes the military rations are not enough, and the soldiers are either starving or digging roots of wild vegetables. If there is a little hot food, they want to swallow it immediately, unlike you who are rich and well-dressed." People who eat don’t understand the value of food.”

Zhao Yelan was silent.

"Have you ever been hungry?" Yan Mingting asked.

"How not."

It happened that the steamed stuffed bun was on the table, Zhao Yelan picked up a hot steamed stuffed bun, broke open the filling, the juice flowed out along the thin skin, and the aroma came out, he took a bite and ate slowly.

"When?" Yan Mingting became interested.

"It's none of your business, just eat yours." Zhao Yelan didn't respond to him anymore, and quietly finished eating a bun, and Yan Mingting picked another one for him and put it on the plate.

Zhao Yelan didn't refuse, and finished another one.

"I'll just say that the cooks in our house are good." Yan Mingting raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and then said with pretended regret, "Don't always despise the cook, be careful to chill his heart. I saw it yesterday. He was secretly wiping tears in the kitchen."

"..." Zhao Yelan resisted the urge to hit him, then he was taken aback, and said seriously, "Who is with you?"

"Hey, one family doesn't speak two languages."

"Go away." Zhao Yelan returned to the room expressionlessly, called Gao Tan in, and asked, "What's going on in the mansion these days?"

"Pass what?" Gao Tan scratched his head and recalled, "Pass the flower drum?"

"..."

"It's fun. Butler Tan taught me how to play. It's fun to play with everyone." Gao Tan said with a smile.

"..." Zhao Yelan tapped his head, "I'm talking about news, about me and Yan Mingting, such as... love or something."

"Enai... Oh, I see! Everyone is saying that you and the general are playing adult games, so I went to ask Butler Tan, and he taught me how to play Chuanhuagu." Gao Tan said.

Zhao Yelan: "A game for adults?"

"Ok."

"I see, you go down first."

Since Gao Tan didn't even know about it, then the people in the General's Mansion probably didn't spread the night's incident to the outside world.

Then the emperor knew that there could only be two reasons. One is that the general's mansion had a spy, but the servants of the general's mansion were all old people from many years ago. At that time, Zhao Xuan was just a prince with no power. planning for such a long time.

That can only be another reason - Jin Lingwei.

The imperial city is kept safe by the Forbidden Army, but the world does not know that there is another organization—the Jin Lingwei, which is a group of dead soldiers organized by Zhao Xuan in the early years.

He only learned of the existence of this group of people after being besieged with Zhao Xuan.

There was a time when he was assassinated several times, so Zhao Xuan sent a small team to protect him. Usually, no one could notice the traces of this group of people, it was a very strong protective umbrella.

But now, it's a thorn in his side.

I don't know whether Yan Mingting always said "there is someone on the roof" was just kidding him, or there was a real person, it's just that Gao Tan didn't find out by chance.

Regardless, placing/managing him without his consent is intolerable.

But the problem is that he doesn't have the manpower to defeat Jin Lingwei, let alone kill the emperor's people blatantly. How to solve this problem still needs to be pondered.

In the morning, the news of Zhao Yelan's relegation spread all over the capital, and people in the streets and alleys were discussing this matter. There were different opinions, but they were undoubtedly gloating.

It's rare for someone to mention it in the casino, probably because they witnessed Zhao Yelan's gambling scene with their own eyes, so they talked about it enthusiastically.

Standing by the gambling table, Li Yucheng couldn't help laughing when he heard that Zhao Yelan was sent to the Imperial Academy: "Retribution, this is all retribution!"

"Master, you can't gamble anymore, the master is already angry." The servant reminded him.

"Master, I'm in a good mood today. Bet on all these things!" Li Yucheng bet all his bets like a cloud, and then lost all his money. He was not annoyed, and walked out of the gambling house cheerfully.

"Zhao Yelan, Zhao Yelan, you have today too." Li Yucheng rubbed his hands expectantly, then turned his head and told the servant, "Has he been out of the house recently? Go find a few people, cover your face, and find a chance for him to place orders …remember to be stealthy."

"yes."

After plotting loudly, Li Yucheng swaggered and left the gambling house with a happy face, not noticing the doorman standing at the door and immediately turned and went up to the second floor.

The people in the General's Mansion naturally heard about the ups and downs that spread outside, and the servants discussed it in private, and immediately felt that they had won another round, and the master was demoted. Seeing that the servants of Zhao's Mansion can still hold their heads high When will you be so angry.

Tan Butler found Yan Mingting who was practicing sword with a heavy heart: "General, you and your wife were demoted just after you got married, so will you also be..."

Yan Mingting stopped, took the handkerchief from his hand to wipe off the sweat, but felt that it wasn't enough, went back to the room and washed his hands with cold water to wash away the smell of sweat.

Watching his series of actions, Butler Tan was dumbfounded. It was hard to believe that this was a man who had rolled countless times with his father on the battlefield since he was a child.

"No, it is inevitable for him to be demoted. He himself knows it. Haven't you seen him so calm? What's more, he relied on the emperor to reach the position above ten thousand people, but as long as the emperor is not happy, He has to come down at any moment."

Yan Mingting picked up a piece of handkerchief to wipe the water again, and then took the handkerchief to wipe the scabbard, "I am different, I am the son of Duke Ding, a first-rank general, and the real commander of the Yan family army. Even if you don't like me anymore, you still have to give me face."

Butler Tan seemed to have seen the old general. No, he was more energetic, arrogant and confident than the old general. He nodded with a smile: "What the general said is...but, do you want to go and see Madam?"

"To see him?"

"Yes, Madam must be very sad now." Butler Tan said in a personal way.

Although he doesn't like the new master, Zhao Yelan will be implicated in the General's Mansion if something serious happens, not to mention the fact that the two of them have a "husband and wife relationship". We have to face things together and tide over the difficulties together.”

"What about others?" Yan Mingting didn't think Zhao Yelan would be sad, but after thinking about it, he went to the mansion to search for it.

"It's in the backyard." Butler Qin said.

Yan Mingting raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and strode towards the back garden, a little worried that Zhao Yelan would be unhappy and kill all the chickens in the pen. He couldn't finish eating so many chickens in a day or two.

Fortunately, all the chickens in the chicken pen survived. He turned around and caught a glimpse of a figure by the fish pond, which turned out to be fishing.

Gao Tan was squatting beside him, muttering something to himself, when he heard footsteps, he turned around and called General, then stood aside to guard.

"Well, are you fishing?" Yan Mingting walked over.

Zhao Yelan didn't turn his head back, and continued to stare at the hook: "Ask knowingly."

"How are you feeling now?" Yan Mingting asked bluntly.

"What mood?"

"There are rumors going on outside."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Yan Mingting turned back and shrugged at Butler Tan, signaling that this man did not need comfort. Butler Tan gave him a wink—Madam, this is a forced smile, just the time to comfort him!

Yan Mingting asked again: "Then what would you like to have for lunch?"

"What? Do you want to eat?" Zhao Yelan raised his head to look at him, the sun was a little dazzling, his eyes shrank slightly, and his eyelashes fluttered like dragonflies in the sunlight.

"Dragonfly."

"...I didn't know that the general had such a strange taste and wanted to eat dragonflies."

"No, it's not." Yan Mingting waved his hands belatedly, then bent down, pointed at his eyelashes with a smile, "I mean, your eyelashes are a bit like dragonflies."

"..." Zhao Yelan was stunned for a moment, then turned his face away as if nothing had happened, staring at the hook in a daze, "I can't catch it."

Yan Mingting didn't know why, and was trying to persuade him to be patient, fishing is not something that can be accomplished overnight, so he said, "Go and help me catch two."

"Me?" Yan Mingting pointed to himself.

"Well, I'm hungry." Zhao Yelan turned his head, his face was covered with a layer of gentle sunshine, his expression was gentle, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you good at kung fu? Grab one and braise it."

Yan Mingting was quite proud of himself. He went down two steps, stood by the fish pond, observed quietly for a moment, then quickly pulled out his sword, inserted it into the water with quick eyesight and quick hands, and when he took it out again, a perch frantically flicking its tail was inserted into the sword. .

"Is one enough?" Yan Mingting asked.

Zhao Yelan looked directly at him, and smiled lightly, as if a bird's paw had touched the surface of a calm lake, causing layers of ripples to form a beautiful trap.

"not enough."

Yan Mingting went to fish for several more.

Butler Tan was very pleased to see it, but he couldn't help but want to dissuade him from changing the tool. This sword is a precious sword bestowed by the emperor. It would be too violent to use it for spearing fish!

In the end, a total of six fish were caught, and Yan Mingting said with regret: "There are so many, how can I finish them, what a waste."

"Don't you still have a few subordinates? They come to the mansion every day, let's let them have lunch together today." Zhao Yelan said.

"Really?" Yan Mingting was slightly surprised, "You actually took the initiative to invite them to dinner?"

"Didn't you say it was a waste?" Zhao Yelan's face straightened, "Forget it if you don't need it, throw it away if you can't finish it."

"No, I'll talk to them later."

He Cuizhang and the others would come to the General's Mansion to discuss important matters in the past few days. Occasionally, when they smelled the smell of the kitchen, they hurriedly left, fearing they would stay and have dinner with Zhao Yelan. According to He Cuizhang's report, this group of generals has listed eating with Zhao Yelan as the third most difficult thing they encountered after returning to Beijing.

But as soon as they arrived at the mansion today, they were persuaded by Yan Mingting to stay.

During the meal, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Finally, Zhong Yuehong stood up first to wash his hands, and the others followed suit.

Zhao Yelan nodded in satisfaction: "Everyone, feel free."

The result of letting this group of generals do whatever they wanted was that he didn't have enough to eat, and a table of vegetables and six fish were not enough for them to eat.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, they felt embarrassed again belatedly, and smiled awkwardly.

Seeing this, Yan Mingting turned his head and was about to order the kitchen to get a new one, but was stopped by Zhao Yelan: "Don't bother, I'm going out for a while."

"Where are you going?"

"Huichun Building."

"Look at your delicate." Yan Mingting immediately ordered the kitchen to redo it.

A vein twitched on Zhao Yelan's forehead, and he kept smiling: "By the way, go to the casino and redeem your sword."

Everyone was shocked, Yan Mingting said in disbelief: "Are you serious? Go help me redeem it?"

Zhao Yelan nodded, and looked at the table calmly: "It's just to thank these few fish."

"Hey, why are you being polite about our relationship?" Yan Mingting stood up and urged, "Then what are you waiting for, let's go together."

The subordinates also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the sword was not a valuable item, martial arts practitioners used the sword as a treasure, and it was really buried when it was lost to the gambling house.

"However, I went to the shopkeeper before, and he refused to return the property to the original owner." Zhong Yuehong said.

"That only shows that the money you gave is not much." Zhao Yelan took out a stack of bank notes, "Gamblers, only have money in their eyes."

Everyone was taken aback by the generous brush he took out, and felt that it made sense, so they went to get the sword together.

He Cuizhang suddenly felt something was wrong, pulled Zhong Yuehong and whispered: "It's strange, obviously he lost the general's sword, and he should have gone to get it back. Why are we still a little grateful to Dade?"

Zhong Yuehong: "!"

A group of people came to the gambling house in a mighty manner, Zhao Yelan said: "You guys wait here, lest everyone see your swords and be too scared to move."

"Okay." Yan Mingting and his subordinates were waiting at the gate. The swords and knives around their waists were daunting, and no one dared to approach them at all.

Suddenly, there was the sound of fighting inside.

Several people rushed in quickly, and saw Zhao Yelan being grabbed by the collar by a man in black and thrown towards the wall.

Before everyone could react, Yan Mingting stepped on the table vigorously, stepped on the table and stepped over in three or two steps, catching Zhao Yelan.

"Are you OK?"

Zhao Yelan looked at him in panic, "There's more than one of them."

Yan Mingting looked over and found that there were several suspicious people among the frightened crowd around him. His subordinates immediately started to act, while he rushed directly to the man in black.

There was an instant commotion in the gambling house, the tables and chairs were split open and swept around the room, the sound of clashing swords was frightening, and the people rushed out with their heads in their arms.

Li Yucheng was caught in the crowd, looked back at the man in black who was fighting with Yan Mingting, and said in surprise, "Where did you find him? I just wanted to teach Zhao Yelan a lesson, but I didn't want him to die. ! How can I explain when he is dead!"

"I didn't find this person!" The boy said anxiously, "I only found a few bastards, and they have already been caught by those little generals!"

"Where did the man in black come from?!"

As soon as the words fell, the roof of the gambling house suddenly broke open, the man in black jumped out, followed by Yan Mingting, and the two started fighting with bare hands on the roof.

Yan Mingting noticed that his collar had a few patterns crocheted with gold thread, unlike ordinary night clothes, it should be organized.

At this time, other men in black suddenly poured out from all directions and surrounded them, with gold thread on their collars.

Yan Mingting drew out the sword at his waist, unsheathed the sharp blade, swept across the air, and slashed at others with awe-inspiring sword aura.

He Cuizhang and others came out and joined the battle together, and soon gained the upper hand.

This group of people are obviously Lianjiazi. Yan Mingting was originally concerned about keeping alive, but the other party was hitting at the dead point. His eyes turned cold, and his shots were quick and ruthless. Being able to predict the opponent's moves one step ahead, quickly take down this group of people.

Going out without a rope, Zhong Yuehong skillfully took out a nine-section whip and **** the group of people: "General, everyone is here."

Yan Mingting put the sword back into its sheath, bowed his head to the dozen or so people on the ground, and frowned: "No, one person is missing."

Those who killed Zhao Yelan at the beginning were not among them.

"Too bad, Zhao Yelan."

He turned around and rushed into the gambling house. Almost everyone had run away, leaving only the messy floor and the crying shopkeeper.

"Zhao Yelan!" Yan Mingting yelled a few times, searching around, and he was relieved when he saw a corner of his clothes hidden under a table in the corner.

He picked up the broken table and saw Zhao Yelan squatting there, bent over and laughed, and stretched out his hand: "It's not well hidden at all."

Zhao Yelan seemed to be frightened, staring at his hands motionless.

"Okay, it's okay. One ran away, but I will catch him." Yan Mingting looked at his slightly trembling body, and simply hugged him up, "Don't go to Huichunlou today, Let's go home first."

Zhao Yelan froze and looked at him with a complicated expression.