MTL - After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General-Chapter 71

Zhao Yelan hated the brand marks on his back extremely, but he didn't want to have poems tattooed on his back, so he couldn't tell which one was more annoying.

He got up and picked up the pen and paper, sat at the table, picked up the pen, and drew out the strokes of the word slave to form a unique pattern. He asked, "In this case, can you stab it out?"

Yan Mingting took it over and studied it for a while, probably to take care of his not-so-great painting skills, so the pattern didn't follow a complicated pattern, it was more like an inexplicable font, and said: "Yes."

"Then this is it."

After the two discussed it, they heard Xiao Gao's knock on the door: "My lord, it's time for dinner."

"Let's eat first." Yan Mingting closed the drawing paper, "This is time-consuming, let's finish eating first, and then proceed slowly."

Zhao Yelan nodded in agreement. After putting on his clothes, he opened the door and looked at Xiao Gao, but he didn't have a good face, and asked in a low voice, "Who asked you to tell him that I went to the Hongxiu Building?"

"Ah? Can't you say that?" Xiao Gao remembered that General Yan had already met Gu Niaoliu and knew that Sister Gu was a friend of the adults, so he thought it was okay to say it directly.

"Then I made a mistake again." Xiao Gao scratched his head dejectedly, "I thought you have no secrets from the general, my lord, so punish me."

Zhao Yelan choked, but it was not easy to punish him.

"Hmph, look, Xiao Gao is even more sensible than you." Yan Mingting whispered in his ear, "You keep one secret all the time, and the other one. What kind of riddleman are you?"

Zhao Yelan turned around and vented all his anger on him, kicking him and beating him again: "Are you annoying? Who are you talking about?"

As soon as Steward Qin set the dishes and chopsticks, he saw Yan Mingting rushing to the table and sitting down, followed by Zhao Yelan, who intentionally slowed down his pace, but his breathing was uneven, as if he had just moved.

He has become accustomed to it, and Steward Tan is no stranger to it, and even has the illusion that his general will not go to the house for three days. At first, he felt that Mr. Zhao was too narrow-minded, but after observing it, he found that it was always the general who provoked him, and then he started to do it.

The general is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, how can he be afraid of the pampered fist of the lord?

Butler Tan also understood that this was clearly just a young man's flirting trick, hum.

The General's Mansion was finally bustling again.

After eating, Zhao Yelan followed Yan Mingting to the courtyard for half an hour to digest food, and offered to follow him to exercise, which made Yan Mingting very happy, and immediately began to make a step-by-step plan for him.

After returning to the room, Yan Mingting noticed the drawer beside the table, and suddenly asked, "Is there any poison in your other sachets?"

"No, only Jiang Li has a problem."

Only then did Yan Mingting feel relieved, and while he was taking a bath, he went out and took the initiative to find Yao Mize's house.

Yao Muze has already passed the examination of the imperial hospital, and is now an imperial physician. Seeing Yan Mingting's visit, he warmly greeted him and wanted to invite him to dinner, but was rejected.

"I just wanted to ask, how did you check the sachet I asked you to study before I left Beijing?" Yan Mingting asked.

"Check it out."

Yao Muze's answer was exactly the same as Zhao Yelan's, Yan Mingting heaved a sigh of relief, fearing that Zhao Yelan used a more vicious medicine.

"If you stop using this poison, you'll be fine, right?"

"Stop as much as you can. If you use it for a long time, you may need to recuperate for three to five years. You can sweat more, eat some detoxification herbs and food, and try to force out the toxins in your body."

"Okay, I'll leave the medicinal materials to you."

"no problem."

Yan Mingting returned to the mansion, and ordered the kitchen staff to use more ingredients for detoxification before returning to the bedroom.

Zhao Yelan had already finished his bath and was watering the bonsai in the house. Seeing him coming back, he was about to get down to business, but Yan Mingting stopped and said, "It's time for me to take a bath."

Across a screen, Yan Mingting was bathing inside, waiting for the other party to come and watch, but Zhao Yelan didn't come over to take a peek at all, but picked up the ledger and started to settle the accounts.

The sound of the abacus was crackling, which made Yan Mingting's brain hurt. He quickly finished his bath and walked out of the screen: "Didn't you leave all these things to Yin Pinglu? What are you doing so much trouble?"

"I'll summarize it first, and I'll hand it over to her tomorrow." Although Zhao Yelan wanted to be a hands-off shopkeeper, he had to know something in his heart. It was impossible to hand over such an important matter to others without even looking at it. This time he embezzled a lot of his private money, so he has to see how much property is left, right?

Yan Mingting didn't bother him anymore. After a long time, Zhao Yelan finally finished reconciling the accounts, while the other party sat quietly opposite and buried himself in writing. He leaned over and saw that it was an exercise plan.

He turned around and put away the ledger, then walked to the bed.

Yan Mingting inadvertently raised his head, was taken aback for a moment, and stared blankly at him taking off his layers of clothes, with black hair hanging down his white and smooth back, then lay obediently on the bed, turned his head to look at him, his voice was interrupted The pillow was a little unusually soft: "Are you done with your work? Shouldn't it be time to get down to business?"

What is business.

My business is different from yours, Yan Mingting slandered.

After picking up the tools, Yan Mingting sat by the bed, just picked up a needle, and saw his eyes tightly closed, his eyebrows almost wrinkled, and comforted him: "Don't worry, my technique is very good. , no pain at all."

Zhao Yelan opened his eyes in doubt.

"If you don't believe me, look."

Yan Mingting scratched his back with a needle, and there was a sharp and hard object's friction feeling, but it really didn't hurt, so Zhao Yelan relaxed a little, and said, "Can it work?"

"Of course, I'm going to start."

There was silence in the room for a while.

Zhao Yelan could feel the needles sliding on his back. He was silent for a long time, and then looked back at Yan Mingting. The other person looked serious, as if he was performing a prayer ceremony, silent and pious.

Zhao Yelan looked at his facial features carefully, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes were like bright stars, the heroic spirit between his brows and the deep outline were natural, his clear and bright eyes were like his heart, without hiding a trace of filth, and they were like a bright mirror It seems that it can see through people's hearts.

Yan Mingting must have a lot of questions in his heart to ask, but he didn't ask, because he has been waiting for himself to give him the answer.

If he didn't say anything, Yan Mingting would not ask any more questions, until today's question appeared, which almost made Yan Mingting doubt his sincerity.

"Don't you want to know where my brand came from?" Zhao Yelan asked proactively.

"Thinking about it, I'm going crazy." Yan Mingting said in a deep voice.

really.

Zhao Yelan remained silent, feeling that the other side had changed a needle, he stared blankly ahead, thinking that those past events would never come out of his mouth again, but he heard his own pale and broken voice.

"Because the Marquis of Anqing conspired against him."

Yan Mingting paused, he knew about this.

There was a lot of trouble back then, because of the first emperor's rebellion, the people complained, and Anqinghou raised his flag to rebel, but because of the defection of the internal personnel, the matter was brought to light as soon as the uprising. After the first emperor sent people to suppress it, he ordered the execution of all relevant personnel, involving more than 20,000 people. It is said that even all the prison cells in the capital could not fit.

"Are you from the Marquis of Anqing?" Yan Mingting asked in surprise.

"Yes." Zhao Yelan twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a wry smile, "Our family has never met him. My father is just a frail scholar, and his greatest wish is to obtain fame and fame and realize his ambition of governing the country and the world. I My mother is an embroiderer, and she stays up knitting until late at night. We have nothing but our family."

"It's just because Marquis Anqing was injured and fell on the side of the road. His parents kindly brought him home for treatment. Marquis Anqing was picked up by his people two days later."

"The Marquis of Anqing is kind. When he left, he saw that our family was poor, so he gave a jade pendant to repay his kindness."

"But this jade pendant killed my parents."

"After the Anqing Mansion was arrested, the imperial court thoroughly investigated the people connected with him, found the jade pendant in my house, and determined that we were a party, and would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, and burn my house down. Even though it was raining that day, the fire could not be extinguished. And my parents and I were taken into the dungeon for strict interrogation..."

Zhao Yelan clutched the pillow in one hand, his veins bulged, his eyes were gloomy, and his voice was as cold as the snow in the winter: "It's not as important as power when you say that good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil. It can destroy countless families."

At this time, a hand covered the back of his hand, and the palm was very hot, warming his cold hand.

Zhao Yelan looked sideways, staring at that big hand for a long time, the snow in his eyes gradually melted, and a thin layer of water mist piled up: "Yan Mingting, why didn't my parents meet you? If the court had you Such people, they will definitely not suffer, right?"

The evidence of Marquis Anqing's rebellion is conclusive. In order to show off his political achievements to please the late emperor, the officials tortured the other prisoners one by one. Anyway, the late emperor would not think that there were innocent people among them, and just needed a reason for punishment.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm late." Yan Mingting held his hand, lay down beside him, hugged him into his arms, but accidentally touched a little water stain, his heart felt like a knife, slowly and solemnly Kissing away the tears from his eyes.

"Dream Pavilion..."

Zhao Yelan shed tears silently, since becoming Zhao Yelan, he has not shed a single tear.

But now he is Zhao Mengting.

The accumulated thoughts rushed out like a flood, and the details that he had hidden for a long time now clearly appeared before his eyes.

The dungeon was full of people, obviously in white prison clothes, but their bodies were dirty and smelly, and there were voices of grievances all around, and they were dragged out one by one for interrogation.

Hearing the screams of those people, he sat trembling in a dark corner. His father sat in front of him, blocking all his sight. He asked his father when he could go out.

My father said soon, justice is in the hearts of the people, and we will be able to redress our grievances soon.

But within a few days, my father was dragged out, and my father spoke loudly about his grievances. Yu Junliang, who was in charge of the interrogation at the time, just dropped a sentence and finished typing. The head of the prison **** his father and whipped him with a horse whip dipped in salt to force his father to confess his crime. His father refused to confess, so he used more cruel punishments, and the painful cries often sounded in his dreams.

His eyes were covered by his mother, and he cried and asked his mother, where is the justice?

Mother said she didn't know.

More and more people were forced to confess their crimes, and finally there were no more people in the prison, but they began to attack women.

The prison chief pulled my mother out, saw that she was refusing to speak, so he took off her coat in full view, and said obscene words in his mouth. The father was still tied to the stake, with blood and tears on his face, and he shouted hoarsely, "Mengting, close your eyes and don't look."

However, the next moment, the mother slammed into the stake: "Master, I will marry you in the next life."

"Don't!" My father was angry and bloody. The punishments in the past few days were at the end of his strength. He spit out a big mouthful of blood, and then closed his eyes heavily.

No one came to cover his eyes anymore. He saw all kinds of torture, heard the most disgusting and ugly words in the dark hell, and stayed in the dark for more than a month. There was no light in his eyes, only hatred and anger. Maliciousness spreads and grows in the heart.

"Mengting, Mengting...I'm sorry, I'm still late..." Yan Mingting kissed his eyes over and over again, tasted the bitter and salty tears, wishing to rub people into his bones, and wanted to put everything Dedicate it all to him, as long as he is happy.

Zhao Yelan gradually withdrew his thoughts. Hearing Yan Mingting keep saying I'm sorry, he rubbed the other person's head, leaned forward and bit the other person's lip: "What did you say sorry for? These people are all dead."

"Well, it's best to die. If I'm not dead, I'll kill them for you." Yan Mingting said.

Zhao Yelan hooked the corner of his mouth, licked his lips, and asked softly, "What else do you want to know?"

The two looked at each other for a long time, Yan Mingting looked into his eyes, such beautiful eyes, but they were red, and the ends of the eyes were still moist.

The hedgehog covered in thorns, at this moment, slowly reveals the softest inside to him, and wants to show him his heart and stomach, but how can Yan Mingting be willing to do so.

He said so much, always around his parents, but he never mentioned how he got out of the dungeon, let alone what punishment he had suffered. Just thinking about it, Yan Mingting felt heartache unbearable, how could he bear to ask him to continue talking.

"I also want to know, when do you plan to take me to meet your parents?" Yan Mingting carefully kissed his eyes, "We have all returned to Beijing, you will not forget what you said before, right? .”

Zhao Yelan was stunned, realizing that he was invisibly soothing his emotions, and he felt a little irritated. The scars that had never been opened were almost torn off. Apart from the pain at the beginning, he actually felt much better later on. Maybe it's the release of the backlog of emotions, maybe it's because someone is wiping his tears, maybe it's the realization that there is another person in his world who will cover his eyes and block all the darkness.

Zhao Yelan stroked his cheek lightly: "I'll go in two days."

"it is good."

Autumn in the capital is a bit chilly, the wind blows the leaves, rustling, and gently pats on the doors and windows, as if eavesdropping on their conversation.

Because Zhao Yelan was hugged by Yan Mingting, his chest was warm, but his back was a little cold. He pushed away the person, got up, walked to the bronze mirror, looked at his back, looked back at the mirror, but found that there was nothing wrong with him. Variety.

"what happened?"

Yan Mingting stepped forward and confessed, "I don't know how to get tattoos."

"Then what did you lie to me for?"

"Because I don't care." Yan Mingting put his arms around his back, "No matter what your background is, you are mine now. No matter what you have experienced before, I will treat you well in the future, so you don't need Ashamed, tattoos can only cover up the superficial scars, the most important thing is your place..."

Yan Mingting pointed to his heart: "You have to look directly at it."

"You are now a hero admired by many people, and they will not see your back. Only I can, and this uniqueness makes me feel lucky. Moreover, I don't think it is ugly, but reminds me , how amazing you are. There are thousands of criminal slaves, but you are the only one who survived as Zhao Yelan."

Zhao Yelan lowered his head, looked at his fingers, pointing to the direction they were beating faster, then raised his eyelids, there was still a trace of redness in the eye sockets that had not completely subsided, then smiled lightly, he hooked Yan Mingting's neck, and with the other hand Rubbing the other person's ear, standing on tiptoe, biting the reddened earlobe in his mouth: "Yan Fangli, do you want me?"

That Xiao hadn't been thinking about it for a day or two!

In the autumn wind, accompanied by the sound of intertwined breathing, ears and temples rubbed together, and thin sweat dispelled the coolness of autumn.

Yan Mingting passed by here for the first time, like a fisherman from Wuling. After finding the entrance, he stepped into a peach blossom garden. The land is warm and humid, the water is gurgling, and the air is filled with a strange smell. He was a little dazed by the scene around him, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white and slender hand, like a lone boat floating on the water, tightly grasping the mast, with bulging veins and distinct joints, Yan Mingting held it down After interlocking their fingers, they continued on their way with the lord.

However, I don’t know whether it was too excited or what. When I reached the end of the river, I heard the high-pitched voice of the lord suddenly overflowing, like the sound of a horn, and like a graceful song. It was full of emotions and seductive. When he got excited, he abandoned his oars and surrendered. up.

Yan Mingting was startled suddenly.

Zhao Yelan was also stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes, his brows that were about to become knotted slowly relaxed, and stared at him blankly.

Yan Mingting was dumbfounded.

"Are you ready?" Zhao Yelan pulled the quilt, "Go to bed when you're done."

No, it shouldn't be like this!

Yan Mingting lowered his head stiffly, even the strands of his hair exuded shock and bewilderment.