After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

The General's Mansion is not called the General's Mansion, but the Dingguo Mansion, which was a house given by Yan Mingting's father when he was alive. However, because the family has produced two famous generals, the common people are more accustomed to calling it the General's Mansion.

The master has fought on the battlefield all year round, and there are almost no people living there. Usually there are only some rough-sweeping servants and an old housekeeper.

Butler Tan has worked in the general's mansion since he was a child. Perhaps he is getting old. He watched the little master follow the old general to fight the enemy since he was a child. Before he could enjoy a day's blessing, he was rumored to be a evil star by the people. Now he is twenty-seven, other men at this age are already surrounded by children, and his general is still alone.

As soon as the imperial decree of the marriage was delivered to the mansion in the past two days, he was overjoyed at first, and then fainted from fright when he heard that he was going to marry Zhao Yelan.

I don't know what the general was thinking, but after getting the news, he actually sent a letter to him, asking him to take charge of the affairs of the mansion and wait for his return.

No matter what the masters are thinking, he has to do his job well, and hastily ordered people to renovate the mansion. It is really troublesome to tidy up this place that has not been inhabited for a long time.

When the people told him that Zhao Yelan was coming, he almost didn't react and fell off the ladder. He patted his trouser legs, trotted to the main hall, and saw the powerful official who was rumored to be doing all kinds of evil, with black hair and snow skin, and a loose posture, he looked like a heinous villain, obviously a fairy who had gone to the wrong place, right?

"Master Zhao?" Butler Tan looked at him in astonishment, "You came to visit late at night, what are you talking about?"

Zhao Yelan frowned and looked around at him, butler Tan lowered his head following his gaze, and found that his clothes were stained with dust, so he patted them hurriedly.

"Stop taking pictures." Zhao Yelan raised his hand and waved, stepped back a few steps, and looked around at a distance from him, "Where's Yan Mingting?"

"Master Zhao is here to look for the general?" Butler Tan asked in surprise, and then said aloud, "My lord, this is not in compliance with the rules."

"What rules?"

"Before worshiping, newcomers cannot meet."

"Are you telling me the rules?" Zhao Yelan narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he saw him trembling, he turned his eyes indifferently, "You are taking care of the affairs of the general's mansion?"

"Yes." Butler Tan nodded honestly, "But don't worry, my lord, when you pass through the door, the account books will be handed over to you."

"I'm not interested." Zhao Yelan gave Xiao Gao a wink.

Xiao Gao immediately took out a stack of pamphlets and handed them to Butler Tan, "These are the daily necessities of our adults, please prepare them. In case there are some things that adults don't need in the dowry, which will cause waste, tomorrow We will send over the required dowry list, and then you can prepare according to the above, and save your effort."

Butler Tan held the thick booklet, opened it tremblingly and glanced twice, as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden, and said in astonishment: "This, these...are they just for daily expenses?"

"Naturally." Xiao Gao said with a smile, "The dowry should not be neglected."

"It's a big deal, and a villain can't be the master." Butler Tan cried with an old face, "This is not a small amount. The general means that everything should be kept simple, just follow a formality. After all, the general's mansion is not so rich..."

"Where's Yan Mingting?" Zhao Yelan interrupted him, asked again, tilted his head and coughed a few times, his expression was colder than when he first entered the door.

Xiao Gao immediately urged: "Our lord is not recovering from the wind and cold, and came all the way here, why hasn't the general come out to meet the guests?"

Butler Tan hurriedly explained: "The general went to drink with his subordinates. Don't worry, my lord. I will tell him about this as soon as the general comes back..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Yelan turn around and leave, he sighed deeply, thinking that this was not a good thing, the General's Mansion will be very lively in the future.

As soon as Zhao Yelan left, Yan Mingting came back. Butler Tan hurriedly informed the other party about this matter, Yan Mingting took the booklet and wondered: "He just came here?"

"Yes, I also said that I will send someone to deliver the dowry gift list tomorrow."

"Betrothal gift?" Yan Mingting recalled the scene just now, and suddenly smiled, "Then I bumped into them."

"Really? Have you met?"

"No, it's too dark for them to see me."

Just now when Yan Mingting walked out of the alley, he saw a sedan chair coming from the direction of the General's Mansion.

Just when he was wondering, the sedan chair passed in front of him, and when it was ups and downs, the curtain swung a corner, and by the candlelight inside the sedan chair, he saw a white neck, and then heard a slightly annoyed voice: "Add a few more agates to the betrothal gift." Emerald! Doesn’t he have a lot of good horses? I need a few more horses to walk the dog... Cough.”

"Oh, what should I do?" Butler Tan was very worried, thinking that the general was about to marry such a money-grubbing person, he wanted to kowtow in front of the old general's tablet and cry.

It is said that good people are rewarded with good rewards, so how come the Yan Mansion has always been sparsely populated, and now it has come down to an unprecedented situation?

"Uncle Tan, don't be afraid, you've worked hard these few days, go get some rest." Yan Mingting patted him on the shoulder.

"The dowry matter..."

"Leave it to me."

It rained last night, before the sedan chair arrived at the mansion, the rain slammed on the ground like beans, the little master rushed to protect Zhao Yelan back home, but was still drenched in the rain, even after soaking in hot water, the next day he woke up still A little dizzy, I had to send someone to continue to ask for leave.

In the prison, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials was punished, and he did not go to the morning court for two consecutive days. Looking at the entire court, only Zhao Yelan dared to be so confident.

There was a smell of medicine in the room, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, there would always be new medicine pouring into his internal organs.

He didn't know how long this body could last. He drank the medicine and didn't want to continue lying down, so he sat by the window and watched the rain outside, smashing the flowers in the yard to pieces.

A servant girl ran over holding an umbrella, trying to help the branch up. Seeing this, Zhao Yelan stopped and said, "Don't touch it."

The servant girl was puzzled: "My lord, these are the flowers you planted yourself last time."

"Leave it alone." Zhao Yelan looked at the few flowers that were drenched and about to fall from the branches, "Maybe it deserves this fate, and it is already lucky that it can survive until now."

The servant girl had no choice but to clean other places. She had to tidy up the mansion as soon as possible, and in a few days there was going to be a wedding, and she had to decorate everywhere.

Zhao Yelan sometimes glanced at the rain, and sometimes glanced at the servants squatting under the eaves cutting paper, feeling a little irritable.

Whenever it rains, he is in a bad mood.

After a while, Xiao Gao ran back with a basket in one hand and an umbrella in the other, put the fresh fruit he bought today in front of him, and then went to the General's Mansion non-stop to hand in the betrothal gift list.

Zhao Yelan looked at the things in the basket, and there was another basket of fresh pears, big in size, juicy, and quenching thirst, but he had no appetite, so he just stretched out his hands to pick in the basket, and finally picked out a pear with rotten spots , broke the two halves, took out a piece of bamboo tube, poured out the note inside, unfolded, and a line of beautiful characters was printed in front of my eyes——

The news of the Yan Mansion has been reported a few days ago, there is really nothing new, but I was lucky enough to meet General Yan yesterday, his appearance is very different from the rumors, and you only need a hundred taels of silver to get the portrait of the general that I personally wrote .

After reading it, he threw the note into the charcoal basin.

Yan Mingting has hardly lived in the capital for a long time, and there is indeed very little relevant information that can be inquired about, but as for the appearance... it has nothing to do with him, let alone he has seen the other party's appearance with his own eyes, it is really hard to get a glimpse.

Just at this time, the sound of the rain became louder, and his mood became even worse. He thought to himself—it would be better to die.

But this is just a fleeting thought. He has had this thought many times, but in the end he will always use a stronger thought to support himself to live.

"Come on someone!" Half an hour later, Xiao Gao ran in from the outside, yelling, and the others rushed up immediately, chattering non-stop.

"What are you arguing about?" It was raining now, Zhao Yelan walked to the door and saw a chicken in Xiao Gao's hand, "Where did you get it?"

"The general asked me to bring it back." Xiao Gao lifted the chicken away with a sad face, a little afraid of this thing, and handed it to the maid next to him. Chubby **** ran.

"What are you still doing!" Zhao Yelan sternly said.

As if waking up from a dream, everyone rushed up to catch the chickens, and in an instant, the yard was full of chickens and dogs.

Zhao Yelan's face was darker than the dark clouds outside. He stepped out the door, looked around, heard the voice getting closer and closer to him, turned around, and felt a fleshy thing hit him before he could see clearly.

He looked down.

"Cuckoo!"

An old servant stepped forward to grab the chicken quickly, but the chicken was quiet for a moment, and then its buttocks bulged.

"Is this chicken **** about to explode?" Xiao Gao looked terrified.

The maids stepped back worriedly and curiously, then stared at the chicken.

"No, it should be laying eggs." The old servant said.

Zhao Yelan stretched out his hand in the direction of the door: "Throw it out for me."

As soon as the words fell, there was something warm in his hand, an egg rolled into his palm, it was warm.

Zhao Yelan looked at the egg, then at the unclean chicken butt, his expression changed suddenly.

The others just wanted to laugh, but they held back, and quickly grabbed the chicken and eggs to escape.

"Bather and change clothes!"

Zhao Yelan soaked in the bathtub for half an hour, and the hot water was constantly replaced, but his anger was not reduced.

"What did Yan Mingting do for the chicken?" After changing his clothes again, he asked Xiao Gao to ask him a question. Thinking of the meeting many years ago, the other party also stuffed a chicken into his hand, and then hid himself to watch the joke, so he couldn't get angry Call one.

"The general said that your health is too weak, so I will send you a chicken tonic."

"Poor health?" Zhao Yelan sneered angrily, "Okay, good Yan Mingting, you insinuated that I have no strength to restrain a chicken, right? Go and clean up the broken flowers and willows that fell on the ground in the courtyard, and give them to me." Send this ugly, picky old widower! Show him what happens to things that are dying!"

In the lobby of the General's Mansion, there was silence.

All the generals who were still discussing with each other stared at the pile of dying flowers and broken willows on the table, and the water droplets soaked the table.

Yan Mingting: "What do these mean?"

He Cuizhang scratched his head and scratched his head: "Let me make a bold guess, could this be Luohua's intention to be ruthless?"

Yan Mingting: "Then what about these willow branches?"

"Folding willows... send love?"

Everyone looked sideways, looking at General Yan with complicated expressions.

General Yan stared at this pile of things for a long time, sighed, and worried: "This is not very good. Could it be that a chicken made him secretly agree?"

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The author has something to say:

Yan Mingting in Zhao Yelan's eyes: a fat old pig spirit, an ugly and picky old widower!

Zhao Yelan in Yan Mingting's eyes: a strange man who was bought into love by a chicken.