After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

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Everything in the room was smashed to pieces, Zhao Yelan couldn't beat him, so he had to smash things to discourage him, and greeted him with all kinds of pillows and bedding, whatever he caught in his hand.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't tease you next time." Yan Mingting dodged a few times with his head in his arms, and then returned to his original position with the quilt in his arms.

Zhao Yelan smashed it for a while in a panic, but he was so tired that he stopped to catch his breath, and then couldn't help coughing again.

"Why don't you take a break first." Yan Mingting became considerate.

Zhao Yelan threw the sword he put on the table, Yan Mingting caught it with one hand, but this time he didn't draw the sword to threaten him, put it on the cabinet, and then went to calm his emotions: "Okay, okay , I was wrong this time, okay?"

"What could be wrong with you?" Zhao Yelan asked eccentrically.

"Well, then I was right."

"..." Zhao Yelan regretted for the first time that he didn't acquire martial arts.

There were more and more footsteps outside the door, Yan Mingting made a silent gesture: "Look, there are real people." Then he opened the door, saw several servants standing in the yard carrying hot water, and asked , "What are you doing?"

"Butler Tan asked us to prepare some hot water, does the general want to use it now?" the servant asked.

Yan Mingting turned his head to look at the messy room, then looked at Zhao Yelan who was in a hurry, guessed that he would probably need it later, and said, "Come in and leave it."

The servants carried the hot water in, and Gao Tan was among them. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Zhao Yelan's angry face. Just as he was about to ask, a group of people were sent out by Yan Mingting.

"Your Excellency seems to be angry." Gao Tan said worriedly.

The servant next to him said with a smile: "Can you not be angry? The general played too hard, and the drapery was torn."

Gao Tan was curious: "What are you playing?"

"Of course it's...a game for adults!" The servant patted him on the shoulder, and went back to tell Butler Tan with a serious face.

That night, Yan Mingting finally slept on the ground.

Zhao Yelan originally wanted to drive him to the study, but he had a thick skin and insisted on staying in the room.

At night, Yan Mingting pulled the mattress on the bed, and said aggrievedly: "Master Zhao, give me a quilt."

Zhao Yelan pulled hard and pulled the quilt back on the bed.

The moonlight outside the window came into the room, falling on Zhao Yelan's silent back, thin and stubborn, if it wasn't because he couldn't beat him, he would have killed him.

Yan Mingting smiled silently, and fell asleep holding the sword in his arms.

The next morning, when Zhao Yelan woke up, there was no sign of Yan Mingting. There was only a mattress on the floor and a pillow, neatly placed beside the bed, as if expressing grievances. , and like a gesture of goodwill.

Zhao Yelan stepped on the pillow with one foot, kicked it a little farther away, opened the door, and ordered people to come in and clean up the room.

Not long after, Yan Mingting came back from the school grounds and bumped into Gao Tan at the gate who had come back from a trip, and said casually, "Are you going to buy fruit for your master again?"