After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

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Before dawn, Zhao Yelan woke up when he heard footsteps outside the door. He hadn't slept soundly, and a single sound could easily wake him up. The first thing he did after getting up was to step on Yan Mingting's body Go: "Get out."

Yan Mingting stood up two or three times, walked to the door with a vigorous figure, and asked, "Who?"

"It's me, Xiao Gao." Gao Tan knocked on the door, "My lord, are you going to court today?"

"Go." Zhao Yelan replied.

He hadn't gone to the morning court for many days in a row, if he didn't go again, those people might think he was dead.

Gao Tan opened the door and came in to put on court clothes for him. The purple official clothes fit well on his upper body, especially after being smothered with incense, there was a faint fragrance left behind. The robe was embroidered with cranes about to fly, and the gold and jade belt outlined the waistline. Then hang the goldfish bag.

Yan Mingting also went to the court several times after returning to Beijing, but looking around, no one in the civil and military courts could wear court clothes with such an awe-inspiring aura.

He couldn't help but look at it a few more times before going to change his clothes.

The official uniforms of Yan Mingting and Zhao Yelan are very similar, they are also purple that symbolizes nobility and glory, but the military commander's robe is embroidered with tigers, and he can bring a sword to court. Ordinary military generals can only wear one, but the great general You can wear two.

He randomly chose two swords to wear, and when he went out, he said to Zhao Yelan with emotion: "It's a pity that my good sword was lost by you in the gambling house."

Zhao Yelan twitched the corners of his mouth and sat in the sedan chair, but Yan Mingting stood outside and persuaded him: "It's such a short distance, let's walk over, it's just a good time to exercise your body."

"Get up the sedan chair." Zhao Yelan ruthlessly lowered the curtain, letting himself walk outside with the cold wind blowing.

When I arrived outside the palace gate, I ran into many colleagues, and greeted enthusiastically, "I haven't seen you for a few days, the general has become more energetic."

Yan Mingting smiled with him.

The sedan chair at the side stopped, and Zhao Yelan walked out expressionlessly, without even looking at them, and walked straight into the palace gate.

The colleague was embarrassed for a moment, and immediately found an excuse to leave, and walked in from the other side in despair.

"Who was that person just now?" Yan Mingting quickly caught up with Zhao Yelan and asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Neisi, only seventh grade." Zhao Yelan said flatly, "If you are good at sneaking, you must flatter your horse."

Yan Mingting smiled softly: "What about you, Mr. Zhao, what are you good at?"

Zhao Yelan looked at him from the side, and said coldly: "If you want to know, you can try it."

"Then I'd rather be obedient than respectful." Yan Mingting raised his hand suddenly.

Zhao Yelan subconsciously wanted to block, but the other party's hand was on his shoulder, and he pulled himself to the seat inside, almost leaning against him.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Yelan gritted his teeth.

"Someone is watching us." Yan Mingting said, looking forward, he had not returned to court for a long time, and many people hadn't fully recognized it yet, but he could still detect the sights from all directions.