MTL - After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General-Chapter 11

Xu Shi was exhausted from running around during the day, and not long after Zhao Yelan calmed down, he fell asleep.

Yan Mingting stared at him intently. Compared with his appearance when he was young, Zhao Yelan is now more outstanding, with a kind of eye-catching beauty, but he is always wary of others, his eyes are always cold, and his brows are always frowning. Wrinkled, but what he doesn't know is that the more this aura that no one should enter, the more aggressive and unique his beauty is.

Yan Mingting was in a very complicated mood. He didn't know how this unseemly marriage would develop in the end, and he didn't know what Zhao Yelan had done. The rumors from outsiders were vivid, but he only believed in his own judgment.

Zhao Yelan who fell asleep lost his indifferent expression, his nose fluttered, his thin lips were straight, and the mole under his eyes nestled neatly and quietly on his face, like an unguarded child.

"Could it be you?" Yan Mingting murmured.

He sighed deeply and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, Zhao Yelan, who had been sleeping all this time, opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he frowned habitually...

What does the question just mean?

His eyes wandered around Yan Mingting's body, and then fell on his bound hands and feet, his face sinking like water.

Zhao Yelan didn't sleep well that night, his hands and feet were bound, he was thinking about something, and when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the crowing of a cock.

After tossing and tossing all night, when Yan Mingting opened his eyes, he bumped into a pair of resentful and resentful eyes.

"You... woke up very early today, not bad, not bad, keep going." Yan Mingting praised.

Zhao Yelan could only wish to have his skin peeled off...but he has a sword and a sword, and he has a high position and authority.

annoyed.

"Get up, it's time for morning exercises." Yan Mingting quickly got off the bed, put on his clothes in twos and twos, picked up the wristband and buckled it on his wrist.

Zhao Yelan stared at his wrist, and saw that he jumped on the spot twice after putting on his boots. He couldn't help but suspect that there was a hidden weapon hidden in the boots.

"Why are you still not moving?" Yan Mingting turned to look at him.

"How do you tell me to move!" Zhao Yelan suddenly raised his voice.

Yan Mingting was stunned for a moment, then remembered, lifted his quilt, saw the bound hands and feet, showed a more surprised expression than Zhao Yelan, and stretched out his hand to untie the rope for him: "You are just like this!" **** all night?"

"What do you mean? You want to renege on your debts when you wake up now? Who did all of this!?" Zhao Yelan scolded.

"No, I thought you would untie it, it's a slipknot." Yan Mingting pointed at the rope embarrassingly, pulled it lightly, and it loosened.

"..."

Zhao Yelan froze for a moment. Last night, he only wanted to pull out his hand. After failing, he gave up on himself. He never thought that Yan Mingting would keep his hand.

As soon as the rope around his ankle was untied, Zhao Yelan kicked him, Yan Mingting didn't dodge, and kicked him a few more times.

The bed creaked twice.

Seeing that he was too lazy to kick any more, Yan Mingting's eyes stopped on his wrists and ankles, there were light red marks on his delicate skin, and he looked a bit sad, he asked: "Are you going to do morning exercises today? "

"Fuck you." Zhao Yelan turned over and pulled the quilt vigorously, a gust of cold wind rushed in, and then felt Yan Mingting tuck him in the quilt.

"Okay, then I'll go first, everyone is still waiting for me."

After the door was closed, Zhao Yelan took a look at the sky outside, it was still dark, so he lay back and regained the feeling of returning to the cage.

He vaguely smelled a pungent smell, and his ankles felt cool. He subconsciously put his feet back under the blanket, but was caught by a hand. He immediately opened his eyes and sat up vigilantly, and saw Yan Mingting holding his hand. foot.

Looking at each other, Zhao Yelan looked up and frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Apply medicine." Yan Mingting stretched out his other hand, with a small medicine bottle lying in the palm, "When we march and fight, trauma is the most common, and this medicine works well."

Zhao Yelan glanced at the chilly ankle, and there were traces of the medicine on the wrist. He took the medicine bottle and examined it carefully, asking: "What kind of medicine is this? Call the doctor, I want to test it."

"You don't think I'm using this to poison you, do you?" Yan Mingting laughed, "I just want to harm you, so do you need to use such a roundabout way?"

Zhao Yelan shrugged: "Be careful when sailing for ten thousand years."

"Don't worry, as soon as you entered the general's mansion, you disappeared. How can I explain to the emperor and others?" Yan Mingting took back the medicine bottle, held his other ankle, squeezed his tense calf, "relax."

Zhao Yelan didn't move any more, watching quietly as his hands rubbed back and forth on his ankles, the medicinal oil cooled down to his bones, and gradually warmed up by the rubbing of his palms, and his tense and stiff legs gradually relaxed.

It just smells too bad, I don't like it.

There was a servant girl knocking on the door, it was getting late, it was time to wait for the masters to get up.

"Come in." Yan Mingting said.

Two grooming maids opened the door and entered, and saw Zhao Yelan sitting on the bed with black hair hanging down his shoulders, and the general was rubbing his feet.

The maid looked at each other, and both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes.

I don't understand, why do these two people sometimes confront each other, and sometimes love each other so much? Are all great men so capricious?

"Are you ready?" Zhao Yelan urged impatiently.

"Immediately." Yan Mingting called it a day, put the medicine bottle back, got up and washed his hands, "Get up and take a few steps?"

Zhao Yelan got out of bed, looked down, stretched his ankles, and went to wash and change clothes expressionlessly.

After Yan Mingting washed his hands, there was nothing to do, so he leaned against the door and waited, looking at Zhao Yelan boredly.

Zhao Yelan changed into a silk-colored jade robe, which made his skin fairer and his temperament outstanding. He also chose a sachet with a stronger fragrance to wear, to suppress the smell of medicinal oil.

The maid was tying his hair. He sat in front of the bronze mirror, raised his eyes, and met Yan Mingting's gaze in the mirror. The two looked at each other silently, each with their own thoughts.

The two went to have breakfast together, Zhao Yelan didn't want to talk to him, so he went back to his room after eating quietly.

The servants secretly gathered together to mutter.

"Did you just see it? The general's neck! It was bitten! The teeth marks are still there!"

"Of course I saw it! I also saw red marks on Mrs. Zhao's wrist!"

"So it's not just my illusion!"

"Are they...?"

A group of people seemed to have discovered some terrible secret, they were shocked, and then they were interrupted by the passing steward Tan: "What are you doing here? Don't you need to work?"

The big guys hurriedly dispersed, butler Tan looked around and muttered in a low voice, "This is also... after all, he is a young man, he really knows how to play."

Butler Tan suddenly had an old mentality. He felt that he was really old, and he couldn't understand what these young people were thinking. But when he thought about it carefully, Zhao Yelan was born so stunning, it was also love that made the general confused. Excuse me.

As old as he is old, he still has some experience.

"Looks like we need to prepare some hot water for the night."

In the bedroom, Gao Tan just came back from the outside and said happily: "My lord, I'm buying cherries today."

A basket of bright red cherries, sprinkled with some drops of water, looks very fresh and delicious.

Yan Mingting reached out to take it, but Zhao Yelan slapped it away: "Take your hand away, you are not allowed to eat."

"Stingy." Yan Mingting quickly grabbed a handful and slipped out of the mansion.

"My lord, do you want to chase it back?" Gao Tan asked quickly.

"No need." Zhao Yelan picked up a cherry, and when he squeezed hard between his fingers, the flesh split and the juice flowed down. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have something else to tell you."

Yan Mingting didn't know what to do and didn't come back until evening.

When going to bed, the two lay side by side, the books in the middle were separated from each other, and each was covered with a quilt.

The candlelight was dimly lit, and neither of them fell asleep. Yan Mingting was thinking about something, and Zhao Yelan was staring at the roof, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he sat up suddenly, crossed Yan Mingting and got out of bed, and lit the incense.

"Why are you ordering this thing again?" Yan Mingting sneezed helplessly, got up and pinched the incense.

Zhao Yelan clicked again, and Yan Mingting was destroyed again.

Zhao Yelan still ordered, and Yan Mingting continued to destroy.

After repeating this several times, Yan Mingting simply carried him onto the bed, raised his legs and pressed against his legs, not allowing him to move, and said in a low voice, "Shh, go to sleep, stop making trouble, there are people on the roof."

Zhao Yelan blinked, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Gao Tan."

"My lord, I'm here." Someone outside the door responded.

Yan Mingting watched in confusion as he pushed his legs away, got out of bed to open the door calmly, and said inexplicably: "It's late at night, don't you want to eat some fruit again?"

Then he heard Gao Tan standing outside the door, and replied honestly: "Master, I have been guarding for two hours, and there is no one on the roof, not even a bird."

Zhao Yelan looked back at Yan Mingting.

Yan Mingting was dumbfounded, looked left and right, sat up in embarrassment, pulled up the curtain casually, and said guiltily: "Hey, look, the holes in this curtain are so small, so unique."

"Yan, Ming, Ting!"

After a while, there was a commotion in the room. Butler Tan, who was squatting nearby, heard the movement, and saw two shadows entangled from a long distance away, going from east to west, and back to the east again. The general called out from time to time, which can be seen The situation is hot.

Butler Tan blushed and shouted: "Xiao Gao, what are you doing at the door? Can you see this? Hurry up and help deliver the hot water!"