MTL - After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General-Chapter 23

The restaurant business was booming at night, and some soldiers had to rush back to accompany their families, and then left after drinking to make room for other guests.

After Yu Dali went out, Zhao Yelan opened the window and looked at the guests coming and going below, until a group of literati approached, he then told Gao Tan: "Go, tell the shopkeeper, let these people go to the storeroom .”

Not long after, there was a burst of laughter from the corridor, Gao Tan was about to speak, Zhao Yelan made a silent gesture, and listened carefully to the movement next door.

This group of people are the candidates who have recently participated in the imperial examination, and they are already somewhat famous. After taking a seat in the room, he soon began to drink and compose poems. Occasionally, some people boasted, which attracted others to applaud and praise.

Among the high-spirited voices, only one person's voice was a little weak: "I won't drink anymore, I don't have enough silver on me..."

"How can you leave before you finish drinking? How about this, you are writing a fulun now, and we are all satisfied, so I will let you go, and you don't need to pay money, how about it?"

The man was quiet for a while, and read a Fu in front of everyone. Focusing on the topic of tonight's banquet, he satirized the arty drinker and whipped him in, making everyone's expressions change slightly, knowing that he was pointing fingers and scolding Huai Huai, Qi Qi Attack him.

The corner of Zhao Yelan's mouth curled up, and he whispered something to Gao Tan in a low voice.

Gao Tan nodded, and knocked on the door next door: "My lord, can I take a step to speak?"

"Who are you?" someone asked.

Gao Tan didn't answer, and the man just wanted to escape from this place, so he immediately followed him to the next room, as soon as he entered the room, he saw a handsome young man sitting upright, he was a little surprised: "You are?"

"May I have your name?"

"Wang Guisheng."

"It's really you, please sit down."

Recently, Zhao Yelan knew a little about some well-known candidates, but only a few people caught his eye, and one of them was Wang Guisheng. Born in a poor family, he is not good at poetry, but he has unique insights on Fu theory, and his words are full of critical words and sentences, with extraordinary courage.

"I have read a few of your articles, and I really admire them." Zhao Yelan said.

Wang Guisheng was a little surprised. Anyone who heard that his talent was recognized would be delighted, not to mention Wang Guisheng, who has always been ridiculed because of his family background. Which one do you like best?"

"I like the one where you scold Zhao Yelan the most."

"Really?" Wang Guisheng looked at him in disbelief. Just because this article was discovered and publicized, many people laughed at him, scolded him for being overconfident, and scolded him for not being afraid of death.

"Few people would like this article." Wang Guisheng felt that he had met a confidant for a moment, looked at him excitedly, and saw that his clothes and appearance were extraordinary, and asked again, "Who is the young master? Can you make a friend?"

"Zhao Yelan."

"Ok?"

"The next one is Zhao Yelan."

thump-

Wang Guisheng fell off the chair directly, his face was pale, and he felt that his days were really over.

It's one thing to insinuate someone in an article, but another thing to meet them face to face. He trembled, "So... you're here to kill me?"

"No." Zhao Yelan took a sip of tea slowly and smiled slightly, "I really appreciate your talent. Do you dare to write articles like this during the test?"

Wang Guisheng clenched his fists, loosened his fists, and said, "Yes, I will still write like this!"

"But being able to try may not necessarily allow you to write characters."

"Then write about injustice."

"Not bad, I have a bit of backbone, I hope you will remember this sentence when you take the test." Zhao Yelan waved his sleeves, "Come, let's eat."

Wang Guisheng looked at him in surprise: "You won't kill me?"

"What's the use of me killing you, since I met here by chance, why not make friends." Zhao Yelan smiled, ordered someone to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and added a few more dishes, "Come on, eat quickly."

Wang Guisheng ate the most thrilling meal in his life, and finally left unharmed, and the other party gave him a treasured Fu Lun.

After walking out of the gate, he looked back at the shadow in the window on the second floor, a little confused—what kind of person is Zhao Yelan? Is it consistent with the rumors?

"My lord, he scolded you, why do you still invite him to dinner?" After Gao Tan and the others left, he complained a little.

"Because he has a bright future." Zhao Yelan said.

This person's words and deeds are exactly the person Zhao Xuan needs most now. He is talented, courageous, and upright. The last person like this was Kan Chuan, who has been on the rise.

Two days ago, Mr. Liu from the Ministry of Rites was temporarily removed from the position of chief examiner due to his style of work, and was handed over to Kan Chuan as an exception, which shows Zhao Xuan's love for such people.

He has read several articles written by Wang Guisheng, and it is very likely that he will enter the palace examination. Once Zhao Xuan discovers Wang Guisheng's temperament, he will definitely reuse it.

Then why didn't he sell favors to Wang Guisheng in advance?

It was getting late, Zhao Yelan went downstairs, saw the drunken soldiers in the lobby, subconsciously frowned, raised his feet and walked outside.

After a while, he fell back again, grabbed Yan Mingting who was lying on the table by the ear, gritted his teeth and said, "Get up for me, go back!"

"Aiya." Yan Mingting stood up in a daze, twisted his body, and pressed his hand, "Take it lightly."

"General, your husband is weak." He Cuizhang blushed from drinking, and after speaking loudly, everyone at several tables laughed, pointing at Yan Mingting and laughing.

"Nonsense, nonsense." Yan Mingting's face was blushing, his eyes could hardly be opened, and he even put his hands on his hips to demonstrate, "It's so exciting!"

"Stop talking nonsense, go back quickly, shameful thing." Zhao Yelan pulled his ears hard, Yan Mingting begged for mercy.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Yan Mingting followed him out crookedly, fell directly into the sedan chair, and then collapsed on the seat.

Not long after Zhao Yelan sat down, the man closed his eyes and fell over. He leaned on his shoulder, seemed to feel uncomfortable, and took his arm again: "Do you want to drink?"

"Damn you, kick me up." Zhao Yelan pulled out his hand ruthlessly, but the other party directly surrounded him instead.

"Don't leave, don't leave until you finish drinking this cup!"

The more Zhao Yelan struggled, the tighter the other party hugged him, and he sighed weakly towards the sky, so why bother to take a drunkard back home?

Fortunately, after he stopped struggling, Yan Mingting stopped moving, and the two of them maintained this posture, and finally became quiet.

He adjusted his breathing, looked sideways at the guy hugging him, with a high nose bridge, moist lips, redder face, long eyelashes, in fact, he was considered one of the best romantic figures, but the two of them couldn't get it right from the beginning. They live in harmony, so when I look at Yan Mingting, I always feel that his eyes are not eyes, and his nose is not his nose.

However, the conversation last night made Zhao Yelan slightly change his view of him.

Even if some people don't deal with you anymore, it doesn't hinder you from appreciating each other.

Today, seeing him compete with so many masters with his own eyes, he knows that the position of the general is not in vain.

If there is no marriage, the two may become good friends, but there is another possibility, Yan Mingting shuns him like everyone else.

Whether it is causal or not, it is really not something that can be figured out by random assumptions.

"My lord, over there... oh, I'm sorry!" At this moment, Gao Tan lifted the curtain by the window and saw Yan Mingting and Zhao Yelan tightly hugging each other, and immediately covered his face in embarrassment, "I didn't see anything .”

"..." Zhao Yelan didn't bother to explain, pretending to be calm, "What's the matter?"

"There are two sneaky guys over there, and one of them looks familiar, like Li Yucheng." Gao Tan whispered.

"Go catch it."

Li Yucheng just walked into an alley and met the boy. The last time I was looking for someone to make trouble, and secretly beat Zhao Yelan. Who knew that a group of men in black clothes of unknown origin would suddenly appear, and they would blame him for it. He couldn't explain clearly when he opened his mouth. He might be beaten to death by his father when he returned. He simply ran out to hide for a while, to see if the government could find the real culprit.

In the past few days, the news has passed, and he was relieved when he heard that the government had closed the case, but he didn't dare to go home to be scolded for a while, so he had to continue to hide outside for two days. The money on his body was no longer enough, so he had to ask the boy to secretly get some money from home.

The two of them were secretly giving money when someone grabbed their collar from behind.

"Hey, who is it? Do you know who this young master is?!" Li Yucheng shouted, looking back, and found that it was a young man who looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was, "Let go Me, did you hear me!"

But this young man looked thin and thin, but his strength was not small. He and the boy writhed for a while, but they couldn't escape from each other's grasp.

Gao Tan walked up to the sedan chair with one hand in his hand and said, "My lord, I brought you here."

"Who the **** are you! Let me go, believe it or not, I will send someone to arrest you!" Li Yucheng stared at the mastermind behind the scenes in the sedan chair and shouted, "Come out if you have the ability, what are you doing pretending to be a ghost!"

The sedan chair suddenly moved on the spot, and then heard a cold voice: "You just stay here, don't go out and make a fool of yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yucheng faltered: "Zhao Yelan...?"

The curtain was lifted, and Li Yucheng saw Zhao Yelan coming out, followed by a drunk guy.

Zhao Yelan glanced at Li Yucheng first, then turned to stare at Yan Mingting: "Go back, do you hear me?"

Yan Mingting lowered his head, leaned on his right shoulder, and then did not move.

Zhao Yelan: "..."

Li Yucheng looked at the two standing together, his face darkened, he stopped making a fuss, and stared at them silently, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

"The people you sent have been arrested by the government, and they have pleaded guilty. Your father went to you several times to save you from the crime." Zhao Yelan said.

Li Yucheng curled his mouth, and tears rolled down uncontrollably. He turned his head, sucked his nose hard, and said, "Anyway, it's in your hands. If you want to kill or cut it, you'll do as you please. Don't touch my father." That's it."

"That's what you said."

Zhao Yelan walked over, Yan Mingting fell down with him, and was supported by the bearer next to him.

With a slap, Li Yucheng was slapped crisply, followed by another slap on the other side, leaving slap marks on both cheeks, which were burning hot.

"Well, you Zhao Yelan, you really dare to hit me!" Li Yucheng cupped his face in both hands, glaring at Zhao Yelan angrily, trying to resist, but Gao Tan held him tightly, unable to fight back. Occasionally, passers-by pass by and glance at him from time to time. He has never lost such a big face!

"Hitting you is light, tell me, what do you want to do to me with those people?" Zhao Yelan asked condescendingly.

Li Yucheng was speechless, so he naturally punched and kicked him in a sack.

Zhao Yelan didn't wait for him to argue, and directly ordered: "Hang him up."

"yes."

"I'm the son of Mr. Xiang. How dare you hang me? You're demoted now. Believe it or not, I asked my father to kill you!" Li Yucheng scolded.

"Just come." Zhao Yelan said, "You don't even dare to go home now, and you remember your father coming after something happened? You are really a filial son."

Li Yucheng was very depressed by his few words, and in the blink of an eye, he was **** by Gao Tan. By the time he realized it, he had already been hung upside down on the willow tree next to him.

"Let go of me, let me go quickly!" Li Yucheng's feet were up, his head was down, he was so uncomfortable that he struggled to scold others, "Oh, Zhao Yelan, you don't have a few days to live, and sooner or later you will be killed by Yan. Ming Ting's evil star was killed!"

When Yan Mingting heard his name, he stood up straight in a daze, looked up at him, walked up to Zhao Yelan, tugged at his sleeve, and said in a daze, "Ma'am, he scolded me and beat him. "

Zhao Yelan: "..."

"He is a broom star, he will kill everyone. My sister was killed before she even entered the door. Zhao Yelan, your time is numbered, haha!"

A gust of cold wind blew by, Zhao Yelan coughed a few times, and suddenly noticed a figure passing by in a hurry, and put the person from the tree down.

"Yan Mingting, what are you doing? Are you going against me?" He was about to get angry when he saw Yan Mingting stuff a piece of cloth into Li Yucheng's mouth, slapped him twice, and kicked him again With one kick, the person was hoisted up again.

"The mouth is for eating, not for farting." Yan Mingting said in a deep voice.

Li Yucheng: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Yan Mingting clapped his hands, turned around and walked towards Zhao Yelan: "Let's go, let's go home."

Zhao Yelan looked him up and down, with a half-smile, "General Yan is quite sober."

Yan Mingting: "!"

"Oh, I'm so dizzy." Yan Mingting rubbed his temples and leaned against him weakly.

Zhao Yelan kicked him on the calf, turned around and got into the sedan chair, when he bent over, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder.

He turned his head to see that Yan Mingting took off his coat and put it on his shoulders.

"It's cold at night, don't catch cold." Yan Mingting smiled.