Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Unexpectedly, everyone was so happy that the banquet ended at one o'clock in the morning and Hongze had to go to court at one o'clock in the morning. He couldn't wait for the sobering soup to cool down, let alone take a bath in the hot spring. He just washed up in a hurry with hot water, changed into court clothes and was about to leave. Anan blew the sobering soup cold before handing it to him.

He took a sip from her hand, then opened his arms to hug her, holding her tighter and tighter before letting go reluctantly.

Anan held the soup bowl in his hand, looked at his tired face with heartache, wrinkled his nose at him, and smiled: "They are a little annoying, but they are all sincere, please bear with me."

"It's not that I have to bear with them, but you have to ask them to bear with me." He took a deep breath, reached out his hand and gently stroked her cheek, and said very seriously, "They treat me as a family, but I..."

Anan's heart suddenly turned cold and his eyes froze.

"I'm clumsy and don't know how to get along with my family. After all, before I met you, my only family was Hong Yuan." He held her in his arms, his voice dry and hoarse, "Give me some time, Anan, I can learn."

"You are already the best." Anan recalled that when he was detained in the Sky Prison, the Anyuan Marquis' Mansion not only stood idly by, but also sold his marriage as a favor for a painting. He also recalled that he had left home at a young age to raise his younger brother, and he felt his heart was torn, and his hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, making Bi'an so anxious that he jumped up and down, and whispered in Jiuling's ear: "Tell me, tell me, it's already late for court! And they are still clinging to each other! The master is a tough guy, but how come he becomes a sentimental man in front of Miss Nan?"

Jiuling didn't say anything and just glared at him.

He didn't take it seriously at all and continued to nag: "You said they are together every day, how come they still can't hug each other enough? This Nan girl is really amazing!"

"That's our mistress. You keep calling her Miss Nan. Are you looking for death?" Jiuling reminded him coldly.

He choked, then shamelessly leaned over and laughed in Jiuling's ear: "If the master knew, it must be you who was gossiping behind his back. I just thought you were a man of steel like me, but who would have thought you were a gossipy woman?"

Jiuling picked up a broom from the ground and swept it at him without any rules. Bian dodged with a smile and tried to grab the broom, and the two of them started a fight.

On the other side, Li Hongze finally let go of his wife and hurried over here. Jiuling and Bian immediately stopped fighting and stood neatly behind him. The three of them hurried out of the door and rode their horses in front of the east gate.

The two servants of the Yuan family had been waiting since early morning, watching anxiously from the side. When they saw Hongze, they hurriedly bowed and said, "Sir, I really have no choice. The young lady has ordered that you are in a hurry to go out, so I asked you to lead the horse to the east gate..."

As they said this, they all started crying.

Everyone knew Xuanzhu's temper. Not to mention that the servants of the Yuan family had never taken care of her, even her own family members were not easy to approach.

Hongze walked over and helped the two of them up, whispering, "It's okay. This horse is indeed a little unruly. It's not your fault."

After saying that, he took Xuanzhu and went outside, and then got on the horse after going out the back door.

Bi'an, who was riding behind him, rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but complain: "Look at our master, his temper has improved a lot!"

Hongze, who had been riding on the horse, turned around and moved his mouth towards him.

Bi'an, who was busy talking, didn't hear clearly, so he asked Jiuling beside him: "What did the master say?"

Jiu Ling pursed his lips and said happily: "My Lord said that the sentimental young master ordered you to copy the Analects three times today."