After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

8

For the joy of the wedding, the emperor spared Zhao Yelan and Yan Mingting from the three-day morning court as a show of sympathy.

It's just that the three-day rest period is nothing special to these two people. The former often misses morning court due to physical reasons, while the latter hardly ever goes to morning court.

But it's not completely indistinguishable from the days before.

After all, the two are now husband and wife in name, and there is one more person around for no reason, so there are many places that need to be adjusted in daily life.

After Zhao Yelan took a bath, he changed into a purple robe with intricate patterns embroidered on the bottom of the lapel, the cuffs were crocheted with gold threads, and the white lining on the hem was piled up in layers. When he walked, he seemed to be spreading clouds in the sky. , it is very difficult for someone to present the rich and indifferent temperament appropriately at the same time.

Yan Mingting took a few more glances, thinking that if he were to wear this dress instead, it must be the effect of Guan Gong wearing a flowered dress, which is nondescript.

The two sat down in the lobby. According to the rules, they were going to serve tea to their parents-in-law this morning. Yan Mingting took him to the memorial tablet and burned a stick of incense for the two elders, it was regarded as a visit.

"Since we will get along day and night in the future, let's clarify some things first."

"Say what?" Yan Mingting felt from his serious expression and the servants of the Zhao Mansion standing in the center of the hall that what he was about to say was probably very solemn.

Zhao Yelan picked up the teacup, skimmed off the tea foam from the lid, and said, "For example, your living habits."

"Oh, life habits. Mine is very simple, start at midnight, practice, have breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sleep at midnight." Yan Mingting said.

Zhao Yelan looked sideways: "What about other times?"

"practice."

Very boring.

Zhao Yelan took a sip of tea, frowned slightly, put down his cup, and said, "Change to a cup of tea."

"What's wrong?" Yan Mingting wondered, not sure if there was a problem with his answer or the tea, he looked down at the tea in his hand, "Don't you like this tea?"

Xiao Gao received Zhao Yelan's look, and stepped forward to explain forcefully: "We adults only like to drink Longjing, and what Longjing needs is Mingqian tea from West Lake. "

Yan Mingting was stunned when he heard that.

Zhao Yelan: "What kind of tea is this?"

"It's just picked from the back camellia tree." Yan Mingting said.

"Don't drink." Zhao Yelan looked at his people, "Go and change tea."

Butler Tan saw the maidservant of the Zhao Mansion across the street hurrying to change the tea leaves, and couldn't help feeling sorry for the general: "Mrs. Zhao, you don't know that the tea leaves in the General Mansion were grown by the old lady herself, so the general I have been ordering people to pick it every year, and I am only willing to make two cups for distinguished guests."

"Is that so?"

Seeing Butler Tan's anxious look, Yan Mingting sighed heavily under Zhao Yelan's questioning eyes: "Hey, yes. This is all my mother's wish. If you don't drink, I'm afraid that her old man will Missing you, I came to give you a dream in the middle of the night."