MTL - After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General-Chapter 52

"Have you gone drinking?" Yan Mingting closed the door and walked inside.

"The Cheng family hosted a banquet, and Li Yucheng drank a lot." Zhao Yelan said.

Yan Mingting moved closer and sniffed him: "You didn't drink? Can you refuse on this occasion?"

"Of course I can. Just declare in advance that I can't drink alcohol. The Cheng family won't embarrass me. On the contrary, I might have to play outside." Zhao Yelan replied.

"Well, it's really inconvenient for you to drink less alcohol anyway." Yan Mingting said with concern.

Zhao Yelan was taken aback, "I'm inconvenient?"

"That's right, aren't you prone to colds? Drinking alcohol can hurt your body." Yan Mingting still remembered what Xiao Gao told him before, Mr. Zhao couldn't drink alcohol, and some strange reactions would occur, presumably because his body didn't allow it.

Zhao Yelan raised his eyebrows secretly, but said nothing. Because this is indeed an excuse for him to lie to the outside world, but occasionally when he is alone, he will have a sip or two of fine wine. He is not a big drinker, he is easy to get drunk, and it would be bad if he made a joke in front of others, so in order to keep his sanity, he refused all the wine offered by others.

Yan Mingting sat on the side, quietly watching him deal with the matter, originally he had the intention to accompany him to solve the problem, but watching him, his mind was distracted.

The summer is scorching, and it is hotter than the capital here. Even if you put ice in the room, it is difficult to cool down the heat.

After Zhao Yelan took a bath, he wore a comfortable thin coat. Jiangnan's weaving technique was top notch. The material was slippery but not clinging, light and comfortable. When he raised his hand, it would slide down to his elbow, revealing his fair forearm. And the collar is even more vaguely concealing the scenery, making people fantasize about it.

Yan Mingting subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple, feeling hot for no reason, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

Zhao Yelan couldn't stop him, and said flatly, "You are drinking from my cup."

"..." Well, it's getting hotter.

Yan Mingting poured several more glasses one after another without any reason, and after drinking from this cup, he got up and walked behind the screen, where there was a wooden basin containing a piece of ice, he directly touched the ice with both hands, and after a while Feel relieved.

Zhao Yelan was busy with everything and was about to take a rest, but found that this person didn't seem to want to leave.

"Are you still leaving?" Zhao Yelan asked standing in front of the bed.

"It's not that I haven't slept in the same room before. We finally met, so naturally we want to sleep in the same room." Yan Mingting was about to go to bed confidently, but was stopped by Zhao Yelan.

"It's fine to stay overnight, but you should sleep on the floor." Zhao Yelan opened the cabinet, took out two thin quilts from inside, and put them in his arms, "Lay it yourself."

Yan Mingting was stunned—why can't they sleep together even after expressing their feelings? !

"Hot." Zhao Yelan said concisely.

"I'm not afraid of heat!"

"I'm afraid."

"..." Yan Mingting made the bed aggrieved, took off his coat, and lay down on it. Then he glanced at the person beside the bed, and saw that he had loosely covered his stomach with a thin quilt, his legs were exposed, and his pair of jade feet It was on the edge of the bed, almost falling off.

He got up, moved those feet to the bed, and then took a painless kick.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yelan looked at him meaningfully.

"I'm afraid you'll fall." Yan Mingting had an upright face, but that foot was not upright, it rubbed against his waist, gently lifted his clothes, and pressed on his abdominal muscles.

Yan Mingting's face turned red in an instant, and he stood up abruptly, bumping his head against the railing, making Zhao Yelan chuckle.

"I'm not lying to you, isn't it hot?" Zhao Yelan asked.

"...Yes." Yan Mingting replied hoarsely, and quickly rolled back to his bed, thinking that it was too hot! If he really slept in the same bed, how hot would he be?

Zhao Yelan glanced frivolously at his blushing face, and a secret smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

—He, Zhao Yelan, would never make a decision to let himself lose.

In order to reduce the chance of regretting in the future, he will hold on to this person tightly. He will make this person put him first in everything in the future, and only focus on him. Even if he wants to leave, the other party will never be like him again. Let him go this time.

He also knows very well that things that are too easy to obtain can easily lose interest, so he has to hold his heart and hook his soul, and he would rather go to **** together than let one person live in this world.

At Mao's time, Yan Mingting woke up, tiptoedly put away the bed, and when he was about to leave, he fell back to the window and looked at the sleeping person.

When the weather got hot, Zhao Yelan didn't sleep well, with his head turned sideways, his neckline wide open, and his hair scattered on the pillow.

It was a cool time at this time, Yan Mingting took advantage of the hazy moonlight to cover him with a quilt, secretly squeezed his feet to let out his breath, and then quietly returned to his room.

In the early morning, the inn was still clean, only some residents in the lobby were eating breakfast quietly.

After Zhao Yelan finished washing up, when he went downstairs, he heard Li Yucheng's eager voice: "Zhao...have been looking for you for a long time, Fu Qian, come down to eat."

Zhao Yelan sat down calmly, ate his meal slowly, looked outside, the sun was about to rise again, and wanted to find a fan, but it happened that Li Yucheng opened the fan and started to shake it. He took a closer look and saw flying and phoenix writing on the fan. He wrote the words "The No. 1 Dude in Beijing", and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Do you want a fan?" Li Yucheng asked, "It's really too hot here, let's go out and buy later, I know a shop that has very good fans."

"You go, I have other things."

"What's the matter?" Li Yucheng asked. Seeing that he didn't answer at all, he knew he was talking too much. He shrugged, "Okay, I'll buy it for you."

After dinner, Zhao Yelan went to the bazaar, bought some small things at will, and wandered all the way to Mingye Lane, which is a residential area, where the newsmen live.

He used the pretext of shopping nearby to inquire about the market conditions, and inquired about the personnel by the way. After most of the day, he almost found out the basic situation of the water reporter's family.

Kuang Sheng, thirty-nine years old, a widower, has a pair of sons and daughters who have already married and now live alone. He is dull, not good at speech, and has a normal relationship with his neighbors. Since becoming a water reporter, he has been paid by the court, but his life is still tight.

Zhao Yelan found a teahouse to drink tea and sat on the second floor, just in time to see Kuang Sheng's house.

The yard is a bit dilapidated, there is not even a servant, it looks very deserted.

After all, he is also an official appointed by the imperial court. It is unbelievable that such an honest person who lives in such a tight situation dares to blatantly lie about the disaster situation.

But one thing is certain is that the water reporter has only been established for one year, and he dared to act like this. Most of them are related to local officials. They may have a protective umbrella, or they may be forced to act. That's why Zhao Xuan sent him to investigate. involve.

Except for Beijing officials, most of the officials in other places still use people from the former emperor's period, so some places that hide filth should also be eliminated.

"Guest officer, your tea is here." Xiao Er put the tea in front of him with a smile, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Yesterday, I heard from the street that two dudes from the capital had arrived.

One was Li Yucheng, the grandson of the Cheng family. They knew him well, and he would come to Jiangnan for a while every year.

There is also Fu Qian, who is said to be the most beautiful man in the capital.

Xiao Er saw that there was no one else around this unfamiliar guest officer, but judging by his attire and appearance, he reckoned that this should be Fu Qian without a doubt! He is indeed the most beautiful man in Beijing...

Zhao Yelan saw that Xiao Er was stunned and did not leave, shook the tea leaves, and smiled slightly: "The tea in the south of the Yangtze River is delicious, I wonder if you use spring water?"

"We have several kinds of water, well water, spring water, and nectar water. The nectar water is the dew collected every morning and night, and then through our special techniques, it produces this sweet and delicious water. Your cup of tea, sir. It's nectar." Xiaoer introduced.

Zhao Yelan nodded: "But the sun is so strong, can you still get dew?"

"It's hard to get it these days. We're all using the stock, and it's going to run out soon. The last time it rained was a month ago. I hope it will rain soon." Xiao Er sighed.

It has rained in a month, and counting the days, it happened to be the day when the water reporter reported the precipitation. It may have been a lot of precipitation at that time, so he reported it.

"Did it rain heavily last time?" Zhao Yelan asked.

Xiao Er thought about it carefully, and shook his head: "It was just a drizzle, and I was running errands outside, so I didn't need an umbrella."

That seems to be a false report, and it may be thinking of taking advantage of the time difference. After the report is up, it will always rain these days. Once the disaster money arrives in the south of the Yangtze River, and then find an excuse to perfuse the court, the money can be picked up and put into his own pocket. But I don't want to, these days there is no rain anymore.

He sat in the teahouse until the sun was westward, and finally saw Kuang Sheng returning to the house. He couldn't see the real situation from a distance, but he could see his exhaustion from his figure.

He found a secluded place, called Yu Dali to him, and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"My lord, we have been guarding this house for the past two days. We didn't find any guards, and no one came to visit." Yu Dali replied.

It's strange, no matter whether it was instigated by someone or Kuang Sheng himself had the guts of a bear, knowing that there will be no rain these days, and the court will definitely come to investigate, why didn't he take any defensive measures?

"Continue to send some people to guard here." After Zhao Yelan ordered, he went back to the inn.

As soon as he entered the lobby, he saw Yan Mingting, Zuo Ran and others sitting at the table eating.

As soon as Zuo Ran saw him, he subconsciously wanted to call for someone, but when he saw him passing by the table without looking sideways, he quickly remembered Yan Mingting's instructions, so he could only pretend that he didn't see him.

However, Zhao Yelan sat down at the table next to them, ordered a table of good dishes, and took a few bites of each dish to try it out.

Seeing this, Zuo Ran finally had the same inner experience as He Cuizhang and Zhong Yuehong - why is the gap between people so big!

After a while, Li Yucheng also came back, carrying a lot of new gadgets in his hand, and asked Xiao Er to take them to the room, leaving only a fan on the table, and was about to speak when he noticed a sharp gaze.

He turned his head and saw Yan Mingting staring at him while biting peanuts hard.

Li Yucheng made a face at him, and took up his own fan to fan Zhao Yelan graciously, deliberately showing the good scene of the two brothers: "I bought some soothing incense for my father, he often uses this, and he said it works well , I’ll share some with you when I go upstairs later. And this fan, I bought it specially for you, and the pendant is made of emerald.”

Yan Mingting chewed a few more peanuts. It seems that when he returns to Beijing, he can't just beat up that Fu Qian, Li Yucheng also has to deal with it.

At this time, there was commotion at the door, and the prefect Yin came to the inn in person, took a closer look, and went straight to Yan Mingting's table: "General Yan, are you having dinner so early?"

"What?" Yan Mingting looked at him.

"The general came in a hurry and was busy with the bandits. Now that I finally got some clues, I thought about inviting General Yan to the mansion for a gathering, which can be regarded as a cleansing." Yin Zhifu laughed.

Yan Mingting and Zuo Ran looked at each other, and then Zhifu Yin looked at Zuo Ran.

Fortunately, for the convenience of action, Zuo Ran is wearing men's clothing these days, so Yin Zhifu didn't realize that she was the maid who ran away with her daughter.

Zuo Ran was faintly delighted. The prefect Yin took the initiative to invite them to the mansion. Does it mean that Yin Pinglu has been found safely?

"Oh? I wonder if Ping Lu's condition has improved? We just want to have a good meal with her." Yan Mingting said.

"Hey, I'm afraid Ping Lu's illness won't be cured for a while, so I won't be able to have dinner with the general tonight." Prefect Yin cautiously probed, "But I will definitely convey the general's heart to her. I didn't expect The general has such a deep friendship with her, and he always misses her body."

These words were so ambiguous that Zuo Ran of Yan Mingting and Zhao Yelan who was next door both looked down!

"What does this old man mean?" Li Yucheng moved closer to Zhao Yelan, chewing his ears in a low voice, "Does he want Yan Mingting to be his son-in-law?"

Zhao Yelan didn't speak, but Li Yucheng got the answer from his murderous eyes, rolled his eyes, and suddenly sneered: "Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that Yan Mingting, you guy, would become a sweetheart after leaving the capital!" cake."

Everyone heard the sound and looked over together.

Prefect Yin had only focused his attention on Yan Mingting, so he found Li Yucheng's figure, and said with a smile, "Nephew Li Xian has come to Huaizhou again."

Who is your nephew! The old thing that climbs the dragon and attaches the phoenix!

Li Yucheng scolded him **** in his heart. He still had a relationship with the prefect of Yin. Prefect Yin is very scheming, and he especially likes to use his daughters' marriages to benefit himself, so he climbed all the way to the prefect's position.

Originally, the Cheng family saw his fourth daughter's good-looking appearance and was a family of officials, so they wanted to propose marriage for Li Yucheng, but the prefect Yin said tactfully that his daughter was too young to be suitable, but in fact, he clearly looked down on Li Yucheng. There is no official position, and my father is an official who does not do practical things, so he has no future.

Li Yucheng asked with a fake smile: "Prefect Yin, are you really not afraid that Yan Mingting, a broom star, will kill your daughter?"

Prefect Yin's face tightened, and he quickly comforted Yan Mingting: "General Yan, don't listen to his nonsense, how can you be a broom star, you are clearly a good man that is hard to find in the world!"

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the magistrate Yin would never have imagined that Yan Mingting, the lone star of the gods, was born so rich, handsome, and powerful, and still had friendship with his daughter. It was indeed a better choice.

Li Yucheng said again: "Yan Mingting is already married, Zhao Yelan, don't you know him? Oh, you don't know him."

Sitting right in front of you, you are blind!

"I don't need to talk about Zhao Yelan's greatness. You marry your daughter carefully. It doesn't count if he harms your daughter, but he also destroys your whole family!" Li Yucheng said.

Prefect Yin paused for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on his face, this is indeed a trouble.

"Nephew, what are you talking about, I didn't say that I would marry my daughter, be careful." Yin Zhifu said.

You just pretended to be so many people and didn't say it clearly. Li Yucheng rolled his eyes and didn't bother to look at him again.

Prefect Yin ignored him, and warmly invited Yan Mingting several times. Yan Mingting wanted to know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, and also happened to go to investigate the situation of the Sun Mansion, so he agreed.

Prefect Yin was so happy that he stretched out his hand to lead the way: "Come on, let's go with the little generals."

"Aw!" Li Yucheng was suddenly trampled heavily, saw Zhao Yelan winking at him, and said understandingly, "Prefect Yin, can we go?"

Prefect Yin didn't expect his face to be as big as a biscuit!

Is it you who just **** me off? Now it's you again who is going to have a meal!

Yan Mingting turned his head to look at the expressionless Zhao Yelan, the corners of his mouth could not stop rising.

"To be honest, I came to Jiangnan this time mainly to take my brother around to see the excitement." Li Yucheng said.

Prefect Yin had already paid attention to the young man who was sitting at the same table with him, he could see that his temperament was either rich or noble, but he didn't have a chance to inquire, so he just took advantage of the **** to ask: "I don't know who this young gentleman is?"

"Come on." Li Yucheng immediately handed the specially prepared fan to Zhao Yelan, "Come on, Fu Qian, tell him your identity quickly, and scare him to death!"

Zhao Yelan opened the fan subconsciously, put it in front of him and fanned it, and it was very romantic. He was about to speak, but he saw the people in front of him staring at his fan with strange expressions.

He lowered his head suspiciously, took a look at the fan, and saw that the fan had the six characters of "the most beautiful man in the capital".

Zhao Yelan: "..."

"Indeed, he is the most beautiful man." Prefect Yin commented sincerely, wiping off his cold sweat, but he had never seen such a ostentatious beauty.

Li Yucheng was extraordinarily clever and whispered in Zhao Yelan's ear: "How about my trick? Now he will only suspect that you have a brain problem, not a problem with your identity."

Zhao Yelan: "..."

Yan Mingting had already covered his face, laughing like crazy.

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The author has something to say:

Zhao Yelan: My fame in the first life was ruined by... oh, it doesn't seem to be my name, so it's okay. What Fu Qian did has nothing to do with me?