After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

Zhao Yelan ignored Yan Mingting and Butler Tan all night, and the next morning, while still asleep, he heard someone say, "Mengting, I'm going to court."

Half asleep, he turned over and continued to sleep.

In the morning, I went to the Hanlin Academy, and it was quite lively. Today is the day when the new scholars go to work. Except for Wang Guisheng, the number one scholar, who was edited by the sixth rank Hanlin, the others were edited by the seventh rank.

In other words, Wang Guisheng's current rank is higher than Zhao Yelan and Ruan Xian's.

Ruan Xian was about the same age as them, and was good at sociability. He enthusiastically took everyone around for a visit, and soon became acquainted with them and became brothers and sisters.

Someone is gearing up for the upcoming official life: "Brother Ruan, does the emperor attach great importance to our place?"

"That's natural." Ruan Xian nodded with a smile, "Although we don't have to go to court early, the emperor often summons us to draft documents. If you discuss important matters with you, that's where you can show off your ingenuity."

"Great, then do we usually have many chances to see the emperor?"

"Are you a Hanlin editor or a concubine?" Wang Guisheng answered his words unexpectedly, with disdain in his eyes, "Why do you only want to see the emperor? Why don't you just do your own job?"

The faces of the others changed slightly. Due to their official positions and favors, they didn't talk to him anymore, they just looked impatiently at his eyes.

Ruan Xian rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Lord Wang is right, that's exactly what I'm going to tell you next. Although our Imperial Academy is highly valued, we can't go to court after all, so we need to calm down and do our best for you. Don't be impatient when the emperor is doing things."

Wang Guisheng nodded in agreement, and his affection for him increased a little.

After everyone was appeased by Ruan Xian, they went to perform their duties. Ruan Xian deliberately stayed two steps away, and Wang Guisheng really stepped forward to inquire with him about his daily affairs.

Ruan Xian explained to him patiently and meticulously for more than half an hour. The two sat down and had a sip of tea, and he said with emotion: "As expected of being the number one scholar, you can understand everything. It seems that we are not far away from becoming a great success."

"Brother Ruan won the award." Wang Guisheng smiled, but looked around, wondering, "Zhao Yelan is also in the Imperial Academy, why haven't I seen him all morning?"

"Oh, he is editing the edict collection in his room, and he doesn't stay outside in normal times, that is, I have a lot of free time and little work, so I can't bear to talk to you about this." Ruan Xian said.

"Is he in the room?"

"Yes, do you want to pay a visit?" Ruan Xian led him around a few courtyard gates, to the innermost Jingshi Pavilion, and stood by the window, "Here, Mr. Zhao is right there."

Wang Guisheng looked around and saw that there were several colleagues in the room, all of them were elderly, their temples were gray, and they were muttering words from books. And in front of the bookshelf next to it, there is a handsome young man who is looking down, looking dignified, and I don't know which noble young man has come to the pile of old scholars.

"Do you want to go in and meet him?" Ruan Xian asked in a low voice.

"Another day." Wang Guisheng shook his head, looked back at Zhao Yelan's back, and left, "It's inconvenient to disturb me now."

"Yes, there is no need to be in a hurry. Anyway, Mr. Zhao admires you very much, and sooner or later we will become friends." Ruan Xian smiled.

"Appreciate me?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao has talked to me about your article several times, and we have also thought about the article you scolded him. You really use the pen as a gun, which makes people admire your courage." Ruan Xian laughed loudly.

Wang Guisheng's expression froze: "Has he really read that article?"

"It's natural, otherwise I wouldn't be able to look at you with admiration." Ruan Xian patted him on the shoulder, half serious and half joking, "Don't underestimate Mr. Zhao, and don't look at him with a worldly perspective. , that perception is too narrow.”

Wang Guisheng nodded thoughtfully.

The sound of the two people's footsteps gradually disappeared, Zhao Yelan put down the book, walked to the window, hooked the corners of his mouth in an unclear manner, and pulled the window down a little to block the incoming wind.

In the afternoon, when Zhao Yelan returned to the General's Mansion, Xiao Gao greeted him, and whispered, "My lord, that Li Yucheng has been here."

"What is he here for?" Zhao Yelan walked slowly to the hall.

"He said he was here to compete with you."

"Competing for what?"

"I don't know, he refused to tell. He waited with us for a long time and ate your tea and snacks before leaving." Xiao Gao felt sorry for those meals.

Zhao Yelan chuckled lightly: "Okay, I understand."

"My lord, are you going to compete with him?"

"Go, why don't you go?" Zhao Yelan took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "Just wait, he will come again."

"Okay." Gao Tan stood aside for a while, then asked cautiously, "My lord, can I go and have some braised pork?"

Zhao Yelan paused: "What braise?"

"It's your rabbit and the general's. General Zhong sent it back in advance yesterday, and everyone is rushing to play with it. I'll pet it once today." Xiao Gao pouted, "Help me, let me have more How about playing for a while?"

"...Where is the rabbit?"

Zhao Yelan had forgotten about the rabbit at first, but he didn't expect it to appear in the mansion again. Is it really called "Red Sauce"?

"backyard."

The two went to the backyard, and Yan Mingting came back, seeing the servants, he asked, "Where's Zhao Yelan?"

"Go back to the general, my lord has gone to the backyard."

"backyard?"

On weekdays, Zhao Yelan thought the chicken pens stink, so he rarely went to the backyard, except when he was angry, he would kill a few chickens and fish.

I don't know why I am so angry today.

Yan Mingting strode to the backyard, happened to see Zhao Yelan mentioning the rabbit, and asked Gao Tan beside him: "Braised?"

"En, braised in soy sauce!" Gao Tan nodded enthusiastically.

Yan Mingting's complexion changed, he ran forward quickly, grabbed the rabbit, hugged it in his arms and patted its head: "What happened, why did you burn it?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yelan saw him looking protective, his eyes gradually turned cold: "Do you think I'm going to burn it?"

"Then...could it be that I misunderstood?" Yan Mingting looked at his face, not sure himself, and carefully sent the rabbit to him, "Then pet it."

With ice in his eyes, Zhao Yelan turned around and left.

"General, my lord is not going to roast the rabbit, but just calling its name." Gao Tan said.

"Is it really called Hong Shao?" Yan Mingting originally thought that Zhao Yelan chose the name yesterday as a joke, but when he realized that he really misunderstood the other party, he quickly called out, "Zhao Yelan, wait for me."

Zhao Yelan quickened his pace and directed without looking back: "Xiao Gao, kill all these stinky chickens."

Gao Tan looked at Yan Mingting in embarrassment, Yan Mingting shook his head at him: "One, let's kill one."

"But my lord said..."

"I'll explain to him." Yan Mingting hugged the rabbit and chased him out, but when the other party came back to the room, he locked the door tightly and didn't let him in at all.

He yelled outside the door for a while, but there was no response from inside. He was about to break in when he heard a servant come to report that someone was visiting, so he had no choice but to go to the lobby of the front yard to receive guests.

The person who came was a young man with a dark face but piercing eyes. Seeing Yan Mingting's attire, he said politely, "May I ask if it's General Yan?"

"Yes, who are you?" Yan Mingting asked.

"Yao Muze is Ruan Xian's brother-in-law. My brother-in-law wrote to me a few days ago, asking me to come to Mr. Zhao for consultation. I'm really sorry that I came back today."

Yan Mingting glanced at the medicine box on his shoulder, and said, "Come in."

"Yes." Yao Muze followed behind him, secretly sizing up the legendary evil star general. Before he came, he thought he was Kong Wu's powerful boss, but he really didn't expect him to be so handsome, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. It has its own majesty and does not dare to approach easily.

"He's in the room, you go there and wait for a while, I'll call him out." Yan Mingting pointed to the front courtyard and said.

"Okay." Yao Mize didn't understand why he had to stand so far away, but he did as he did, obediently walked to the courtyard and waited.

Then I saw Yan Mingting knock on the door: "Cough...Mengting, open the door, Ruan Xian's wife and brother are here to see you."

The door was loose, revealing a crack.

Yao Muze was a little curious about what Master Zhao looked like, so he turned his head and took a look inside. Unexpectedly, a basin of water inside suddenly poured out, pouring all over Yan Mingting's body, from head to toe.

"General!" Yao Muze exclaimed, and trotted forward, looking at him in surprise, "Are you alright?"

Yan Mingting wiped his face, opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can go in."

"But you..."

"It's okay." After Yan Mingting finished speaking, he hooked his shoulders and walked inside together, using him as a cover, "We're coming in, but there's a doctor beside me."

Yao Mize somehow felt that this place was so dangerous! He walked in vigilantly, and saw the people inside throw away the basin in their hands, turned around, and looked straight at them.

hiss-

Yao Muze gasped, why didn't this brother-in-law say anything in advance, these two are prettier than the other!

"Okay, okay, don't be angry." Yan Mingting immediately stepped forward and coaxed, "It's important to see the doctor first."

Yao Muze watched their interaction silently, secretly surprised—General, I really misread you, how majestic you are!

"Go to the study and talk."

Zhao Yelan brought Yao Muze to the study room, closed the door, glanced at the person following him, silently moved his eyes away, looked at Yao Muze, and said, "Please sit down."

"I won't sit down. It's getting late. I'll see your doctor earlier, so I can go back to have dinner." Yao Muze smiled, opened the medicine box, took out a cloth bag and placed it under his wrist, and began to feel the pulse , frowning for a while, sighing for a while.

"How is it?" Yan Mingting asked from the side.

"Adults are weak and chilly, stagnant and sick. It seems that there is also a cause of trauma. It won't be cured in a short while. But it is not impossible. I will prescribe some mild prescriptions first, and adults should pay more attention to their health. , Adjust your emotions, don't worry about it." Yao Muze sighed.

"Well, I see." Zhao Yelan knew his body well, and then he started to get to the point, and said, seemingly unintentionally, "Doctor Yao, I have a distant relative who got some kind of disease a few days ago, and the doctor checked it. It was caused by poisoning."

"What kind of poison?" Yao Mize became interested.

Zhao Yelan looked at Yan Mingting, and Yan Mingting answered, "It's a colorless and odorless poison. After taking it for a while, you will feel dizzy, weak, and confused."

"It's so ambiguous, can I meet that relative?"

"He passed away." Zhao Yelan said.

"What's wrong with that corpse?"

Zhao Yelan shook his head. He had never even seen Bao Lun's face, so how could he know the condition of his body.

At this time, Yan Mingting suddenly said: "Yes, after a day of corpse, the skull has already turned black, and there is no obvious corpse odor."

The other two were startled, Yao Muze began to think about poison, but Zhao Yelan looked at Yan Mingting in shock.

Yan Mingting had no idea that Bao Lun was also poisoned, so he knew that the reason for the abnormality of the corpse could only be because of...an old general who had been poisoned by the same poison.

How courageous and bitter it is to open the coffin to examine the body of one's own father.

Yan Mingting's body was still wet, and his palms were full of water. He stared straight at Yao Mize, hoping to get an answer. At this time, a brocade handkerchief was stuffed into the palm of his hand.

He looked down, and Zhao Yelan withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and said lightly, "Don't drip water everywhere."

Yan Mingting clenched the handkerchief tightly, then loosened it, lowered his head and wiped his hands, glanced over from the corner of his eye, and happened to meet Zhao Yelan's secretly scrutinizing eyes.

The other party was taken aback, and turned his head back quickly.

Yan Mingting laughed silently, returned the handkerchief, and took advantage of the opportunity to press on his shoulder: "Thank you."

Zhao Yelan stared at the ground silently, without answering.

"I remembered. I once heard Master mention that Nanjiang is good at using poisons. One kind is colorless and odorless. It makes people confused and dizzy during life. It starts to emit some fragrance after death, which can cover up Dead bodies stink." Yao Muze said suddenly.

"Southern Xinjiang?" Yan Mingting asked.

Southern Xinjiang was once the biggest enemy of the Xuan Dynasty, but was finally defeated by the Yan family army, proclaimed a vassal to the Xuan Dynasty, and became a subordinate state.

"Well, I also heard it from Master. He used to work in the Imperial Hospital. He had seen envoys from southern Xinjiang come to perform pilgrimages and show off various poisons to civil and military officials."

"I see, thank you Doctor Yao." Zhao Yelan glanced at Yan Mingting.

Yan Mingting understood it, politely sent him to the door, and gave him some money: "This relative is his regret, so I ask the doctor not to make this matter public, so as not to expose his scar."

"It's natural, my mouth is very strict."

"Your brother-in-law..."

"I just took a look at Mr. Zhao's body and prescribed some prescriptions." Yao Muze said warily.

Sitting alone in the study, Zhao Yelan recalled the details of the envoys from Southern Xinjiang. Unfortunately, Zhao Xuan was not favored at that time, and he was banned for three months, so he couldn't participate in the session at that time, so he didn't know these details.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside.

He raised his eyes, stared at the door, waited for a while, but saw no one, walked to the door suspiciously, looked outside, but saw a white rabbit jumping in front of him.

A small piece of paper hangs from a string around the rabbit's neck.

He picked up the rabbit and held the piece of paper, on which was written a line of small characters——

Master Zhao, don't be angry.

The corners of Zhao Yelan's mouth curled up unconsciously, and after looking around, he saw Yan Mingting coming out from behind the pillar next to him.

"Hong Shao, help me see, is your father still angry?"

"Who is daddy?" Zhao Yelan gave him a gouging look.

"Of course it's you. You even gave it the name braised in soy sauce, and if you don't braise it in soy sauce, don't you just want to raise it?"

Yan Mingting walked up to him with a smile, bent slightly, and looked at him by the moonlight.

Zhao Yelan looked back without avoiding.

The jasmine flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, swaying gently with the night wind under the moonlight, pure white and flawless, with a permeating fragrance, just like the person in front of me.

The corners of Yan Mingting's mouth curled up: "It seems that I'm not angry anymore."

Zhao Yelan snorted lightly, turned around and walked to the bedroom with the rabbit in his arms, Yan Mingting followed behind him.

Under the moonlight, two shadows, one in front and one behind, stepped in the quaint and old corridor, making noise step by step.

Standing in front of the bedroom door, Zhao Yelan was about to enter the room, when he glanced sideways at Yan Mingting, whose eyes were wet, his brows furrowed indiscernibly, and he called out, "Butler Tan."

"The old slave is here." Butler Tan responded with a smile on his face.

"Prepare a bucket of hot water."

"Okay!" Butler Tan said with confidence, "It's already burned, and I'll ask someone to move it here immediately."

"Prepare more, your general may not be enough with a bucket of water." Zhao Yelan looked at Yan Mingting's tall body with disgust.

Butler Tan stumbled: "Ah? For the general?!"

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