Before Yan Mingting could make a move, Li Yucheng couldn't wait to make a move, and greeted Fu Qian excitedly: "I am following orders, do you dare to fight back?"Fu Qian didn't dare, so he was punched several times, his face was bruised and swollen.
"I want you to be the most beautiful man in the capital, go back and see what you look like now." Li Yucheng laughed with his hands on his hips.
Zhao Yelan bought another set of eighteen dumplings, turned around and went into the inn next to him, and began to enjoy the food.
Fu Qian had already run away in despair.
"That person is the most beautiful man in the capital?" Zuo Ran asked curiously, "Who chose it?"
"He will do it himself." Li Yucheng picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes lit up immediately, "What is this, it's so delicious!"
The taste is really good. The skin is thin and the stuffing is rich. When you bite into it, you will smell a scent first, and then the fresh and smooth stuffing will explode in your mouth. The salty and sweet flavors are perfectly intertwined. Even Zhao Yelan, who is used to delicious food, couldn't help showing a surprised expression.
Yan Mingting stopped giving verbal praise, and ate like crazy, eating five or six in the blink of an eye, without fear of choking.
Zhao Yelan ordered a few more sweet soups in the inn, and the extra two bowls were placed in front of Yan Mingting.
"Oh, I said you can eat so much, why aren't you fat?" Li Yucheng looked envious. The figure he wanted most was Yan Mingting's. Turned into a muscle, it looks very strong, and the broad shoulders give people a strong sense of security!
"It's just that you came back to Beijing late, otherwise there would be something wrong with Fu Qian, the title of the most beautiful man would not be his turn." Li Yucheng sneered.
"How did it come to be his turn?" Zuo Ran asked.
"Among the children of the aristocratic family, compared to other people with big bellies and short hair, he is considered pretty. One day, after drinking too much, he would show off with a woman in his arms in a restaurant, calling himself the most handsome of the children of the aristocratic family in the capital. Good-looking man. After the word spread, it became an abbreviation without knowing it." Li Yucheng said.
"But... even if the general is not in the capital, isn't there Master Zhao?" Zuo Ran turned to look at Zhao Yelan, "How come no one mentioned Master Zhao?"
"Hey, how can ordinary people see him at any time? Most of them don't know what Zhao Yelan looks like. Besides, people who know him are afraid to die. How dare they use it to judge whether a man is beautiful or not? What if Make people angry, and arrest you for a lifetime in prison, do you dare?" Li Yucheng said.
Zuo Ran was startled: "My lord is not so scary."
"You don't know much, don't you see what Fu Qian is afraid of when he sees him? To be honest, I used to be afraid of him too." After Li Yucheng finished speaking, he glanced over there secretly, and saw that the other party didn't seem to be at all. Listening to them talking, she was tilting her head and muttering to Yan Mingting that she didn't know what to say, she couldn't help but sighed and shook her head, "I also never expected to see him with other men..."
Suddenly, a sharp line of sight from Zhao Yelan shot over, and Li Yucheng was startled, like a quail, shrunk his head and said, "Master Zhao and General Yan are the best match."
Zuo Ran and Yin Pinglu looked at each other, lowered their heads and suppressed a smile.
Several people tasted several other delicious things. When they passed a silk shop, Zuo Ran and Yin Pinglu's footsteps were a little slow. They wanted to go in and have a look, but they were too embarrassed to follow These big men said.
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After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General
Historical FictionAlternate Title : 被迫嫁给煞星将军后 Status : Completed Author : Gu Sanyue ! Machine translation! Novel Summary: Zhao Yelan was born as a criminal s*ave and was rescued by the Third Prince. After years of painstaking efforts to put him on the throne, Zhao Y...