General, the little emperor ran away [System]

"Mother, daddy said this is over. Since my sister is fine, let's forget about it." Jiang Cheng hung the birdcage in the corridor, teasing the little bird with a grain of rice stuck to his hand. Entering the bird's beak, he didn't even look at Jiang's mother, "Also, you have nothing to do to persuade my sister, we really can't afford to provoke Lin Zhao."

He is also innocent, he was sternly reprimanded by his father, and finally learned the truth from the servant's mouth, and he was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat. In her eyes, even if Jiang's family was killed, the aftermath could be dealt with, but she had already entered the family room, and she dared to go to the general's mansion to make trouble, wasn't this clearly provoking Lin Zhao.

Do you really think you are the main room?

"Forget it? How can you just forget it like this, your sister is still lying on the bed." Jiang's mother trembled angrily, and the red hairpin on her head was shaking wildly. She pointed her fingers at Jiang Cheng's head, with a look of hatred on her face. Iron is not steel, "That's your sister, it's fine if you don't care about her, if you are still making trouble here, you go and see her, and you will know how badly she was beaten when you look at her."

Mother Jiang covered her face and cried bitterly with trembling shoulders.

Her daughter was her baby bump that fell out of her ten-month pregnancy and almost had a difficult delivery. In the past, she was afraid of scaring her when she spoke loudly, but now she couldn't see a good piece of meat on her body after being beaten. How could she not feel distressed, how could she forget it.

This account must be recovered!

"It's not Lin Zhao who beat you, mother, it's the family law, the family law. Think about it carefully. The family law has been invited. This matter is not as simple as you think." As long as he is at home these two days, he will He would be instigated by Jiang's mother to avenge Jiang Yu, or he might as well hide outside for a few days.

Lin Zhao's father didn't dare to offend him, and of course he didn't dare to offend him. Now he can only secretly pray that that male favorite is not so important in Lin Zhao's heart, otherwise he will really make a mark on the Jiang family.

"Isn't he just a male favorite, Lin Zhao is really, blinded by beauty, he doesn't care about years of affection." Jiang's mother snorted coldly, "If it weren't for our family, he would have..."

"That's right, mother, the more you say it, the more outrageous it is. Without us, Lin Zhao is like this today." Although Jiang Cheng said he was ignorant, he saw everything clearly. When the Lin family's parents passed away, at first glance Lin Zhao was isolated. No help, in fact, even without them, Lin Zhao can handle it by himself.

What's more, at that time Lin Zhaozheng was favored, so it was impossible for anything to happen, but his mother, and his sister, these two women always regarded themselves as Lin Zhao's nobles when they mentioned it, and even wanted to repay Lin Zhao's kindness by asking for help. Zhao only married his younger sister in this life.

Lin Zhao was lazy and fussy, and he clearly refused several times to give the Jiang family face, and never mentioned it again. Unexpectedly, it became worse now, and his sister came to the house to smash the scene. If you shoot, you don't know if you can save a life.

"Mom, after so many years, you still don't know Lin Zhao's character. He doesn't even take a look at the number of girls in the capital who throw themselves into his arms. Now, don't you tell me how much you love that little boy and sister? What do you think of him? Is he just for fun?" This is what Jiang's father is most worried about. Lin Zhao's character determines that this son is definitely not light. Jiang Yu didn't even think about the stakes in this matter, which dragged Jiang down. Home.

Jiang Cheng's face was ugly, but seeing Jiang's mother's face was even more ugly, and he didn't want to add to her troubles, so he couldn't help softening his tone, "Okay, mother, you should find a partner for your sister as soon as you have time, and get married early It will also save the Jiang family from being dragged down."

I also hope that she will find a husband's family early so that she can be disciplined and disciplined. It is best to know that the family spoils her, but she is not allowed to do whatever she wants. When she leaves this door, she is nothing. If she says a wrong word, she does a wrong thing. Anything can lead to death.

Jiang Yu was spoiled by his mother, Jiang Cheng shook his head helplessly, not wanting to care.

"How is it possible, a man can't have children." Jiang's mother was disdainful, not paying attention to the legendary male favorite at all, and continued, "Lin Zhao can still live with him for the rest of his life." , even if they live a lifetime, at most they will be just a male concubine, and the seat in the main room is not Yu'er's. It stands to reason that it will be the same to teach them a lesson when they have passed the sweet period, but I'm afraid that the male pet will be arrogant because of his favor. I don’t even take Yu’er seriously, so now of course I want to show him off and let him know who should be offended and who should not be offended.”

"How is it impossible?" Jiang Cheng said helplessly, "It's not easy for Lin Zhao to want a child. The point is whether he wants it or not. Besides, you want your sister to marry just to have a child?"

"Besides, you haven't figured out why the main room is not the main room for so many years. Lin Zhao doesn't have that kind of thought for Jiang Yu at all. Whether he can get in or not, the Lin family is still two things. Look at you, it's your boss. This is how to give her hope, so she can't see the situation clearly."

Jiang's mother sneered: "Even if he really likes men, so what? Doesn't it mean that the general's mansion doesn't need a mistress? As long as he needs it, Yu'er is the most suitable one. Looking around, who else in the capital can match Shanglin?" Zhao, apart from our Jiang family, let alone our friendship for so many years, I don't believe that Lin Zhaozhen won't give your father any face, as long as Yu'er gives birth to Lin Zhao's son, then..."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng interrupted her fantasy impatiently, "Mother, you should stop thinking about it, no matter how much you covet the rights and money of the Lin family, think about it in your dreams, even if Lin Zhao needs It is impossible for a child to be born by Jiang Yu, and I have something to do in the past two days, so I won't be back." After speaking, Jiang Cheng took two quick steps, leaving all the hysteria and nonsense behind him.

What the hell, isn't his mother really going to push Jiang Yu into the fire pit?

Marrying Jiang Yu in order to save the Jiang family's face is really a joke, is Lin Zhao guilty of doing that?

"Jiang Cheng, what are you talking about?" Jiang's mother's tears fell instantly, and she cried with her handkerchief in her hand, "This big family doesn't pay attention to both our mother and your father, either. You too, just know that you spend time and drink outside, and don't care about your sister's affairs, she will be bullied to death, and you don't care..."

I could vaguely hear Jiang's mother wailing a few times. Jiang Cheng sighed slightly, and only when he walked out of the gate did he exhale deeply, pacing slowly and teasing the bird in his hand.

It's better to stop this matter, after all, Lin Zhao's temperament is not something they can provoke. Although that kid is a few years younger than him, every time he meets those sharp eyes, he will Scared for no reason.

I still hope that his father can deal with it as soon as possible.

After Jiang Cheng left, Jiang's mother became more and more angry as she thought about it, and she didn't dare to go to Jiang's father to wipe her tears. In the end, she had to go to Jiang Yu's room in resentment. The mother and daughter cried for a while, and she asked unwillingly, " Yu'er, are you sure that is really just a male favorite, your brother said that Lin Zhao might be serious about that man."

"How can it be serious? There is no reason to spend a lifetime with a man, but is it possible for an inferior man to want to enter the general's mansion." Jiang Yu, who had a back injury, lay on the bed, gritted his teeth, and said angrily, " My brother just doesn't want to cause trouble, Brother Xiao Jin has already said that he is just a slut who serves others with sex, my cousin is simple-minded and will inevitably be deceived, we just need to give him a hand at this time."

"Xiao Jin?" Jiang's mother wiped her tears and asked doubtfully, "How did he tell you?"

Xiao Jin has been stable and generous since she was a child. Now that he has spoken, Jiang's mother is relieved. It seems that Jiang's father just paid too much attention to it.

"Brother Xiao Jin, what else can you say? Do you think he can say something important for such a rigorous and clean-spirited person? We just need to know some things in our hearts." Mentioning that bitch, Jiang Yu trembled angrily. |Shaking, the wound on the back was involved in another burst of crying, "Dirty things from lowly places are also qualified to stand beside my cousin, and I don't know what kind of magic they used to deceive my cousin."

During this period of time, she was tortured by the wound on her back and could barely sleep at night. During the day, she had to kneel in the ancestral hall to plead guilty. She was even banned from eating, and could only drink rice soup to hang herself.

She couldn't swallow this breath.

Especially thinking of being kicked in the chest by that bitch, Jiang Yu felt disgusted by eating a fly.

She has never been bullied like this before, especially when she thinks that the other party is a slut, the disgust is doubled.

What's more, Brother Lin didn't even look at himself, he only cared about that bitch.

Brother Lin hasn't had a maid by his side for many years, so he must just like his face, and his tricks in the hook-up yard are a fresh idea.

How could it be possible to be sincere, what kind of sincerity can there be for that kind of scum, the sincerity of my cousin can only belong to me!

Jiang Yu clenched her fists tightly, the scarlet nails were deeply embedded in the palm of her hand, and even traces of blood seeping out faintly could not offset the stabbing pain on her back, let alone conceal the soreness in her heart.

"Mom, you must help me vent my anger. That bastard beat me and even took off my clothes. If Brother Lin hadn't come, he would have taken off my clothes. How can you say that there is no decent son to use?" This kind of low-handed method was not brought out by those dirty Go Lanyuan."

"Hmph, I have to pick other people's clothes every now and then. I must be used to being picked off before."

"Mother, you have to make the decision for me. This time, my daughter was really humiliated." Jiang Yu sobbed, every sound seemed to knock on Jiang's mother's heart, a dull pain.

Jiang's mother widened her eyes: "He beat you, and even took off your clothes?"

"Yes." Jiang Yu struggled to reach Mother Jiang's hand and stuck it to her face, crying even more sadly, "Mother, the child is so angry, my cousin didn't say anything, why did he hit me? What are your qualifications?"

Jiang's mother was furious in an instant. It was fine that the child she held in her hand since she was a child was served by the family law, but she was touched by those dirty things.

She stood up abruptly, and said with a cold face: "Don't worry, Yu'er, mother will go to the Lin family to seek justice for you!" She was getting angry, and impulsively called her maid, and went directly to the general's mansion.

*****

"What?" The weather was getting colder and colder, and He Ning went out lazily. Every day, he just hugged the stove and read the scriptures in the room. He lived comfortably and comfortably, like a kitten nestled in a blanket. Lazily licking his soft little paws.

Lin Zhao came in with a tray like a gust of wind, and the kitten, wrapped in the cold air, shivered, and its fur was about to explode.

"I don't know. Aunt Zhang brought it over just now, saying it is a great tonic soup." The tray was placed on the table, and Lin Zhao sat down next to him, pinching He Ning's fingers, "Are you cold?"

"Me? Not cold." He Ning shook his head, shrunk his neck as soon as he finished speaking, looked at Lin Zhao with trembling eyes, and shouted angrily, "General!"

The slightly cool fingertips poked into the neck, in stark contrast to the high temperature on the body, and a large area of ​​goose bumps appeared on He Ning's neck instantly.

"Why are your hands so cold?" He Ning didn't care about blaming him, and hurriedly passed the hand stove over, "Quickly warm, isn't there an earth dragon in the study?"

Lin Zhao touched it, it was hot, and then returned it to him: "No, it's cold outside, it's still windy, maybe it's going to snow, so just stay in the room obediently in the afternoon, and if you want to eat, just talk to the little girl at the door." The boy said, don’t go out if you have nothing to do, you understand?”

He Ning Bianzuo closed his clothes, "I'm not a child, how can I not know it's cold?"

Lin Zhao watched him pursing his lips in silence, with meaningful eyes.

"Okay, okay, I just don't go out." He Ning rolled his eyes, didn't want to talk to him, and read the script with relish.

"What are you looking at, so fascinated." Lin Zhao poked his head over, and before he could read a word clearly, he saw the little emperor's white and tender hands tightly covering the pages of the book, looking at him vigilantly.

Lin Zhao: "..." I didn't want to watch it at first, but this act of strict defense instantly aroused his curiosity.

"It's nothing to look at, the general won't be interested." He Ning's ears were reddish, he closed the book pretending to be calm, and played with the teacup on the table trying to change the subject.

General Lin looked at the cover thoughtfully, and smiled childishly: "Stingy, can't I just buy an identical copy and come back to read it?"

"I don't believe you will watch." He Ningfei glanced at him, blocked the hand he was pinching his face, and curled his mouth, "It hurts, don't pull it."

Before he finished speaking, the hand on his cheek left spontaneously, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his face was held up again by the other party to observe carefully.

The distance is so close that He Ning can even count his eyelashes.

Similar to General Lin, even the eyelashes of General Lin's eyelashes look short and hard, and feel like they will prick your hands.

In fact, General Lin's skin is not very good. Years of fighting at the border has made his face yellow and dry, and it is not delicate, but his facial features are profound, and a flawless face completely makes up for that little flaw, and even more. The whole person is rough and domineering.

Being watched intently by him, He Ning had a fever on his face, lowered his eyelids slightly: "What are you looking at?"

"Does the face still hurt?" Lin Zhao's rough fingertips ran across his cheeks, causing itching. He Ning felt the blood rushing under his skin, dancing happily, and subconsciously lowered his head and remained silent. .

Lin Zhao narrowed his eyes slowly: "Why is your face so hot?"

Not only hot but also thirsty, He Ning licked the dry corners of his lips and did not speak.

Lin Zhao bent down and looked at him: "What's the matter, I'm angry, I didn't try too hard, I didn't expect to pinch you red." Looking at the clear finger marks, he explained embarrassingly, "Your face My skin is a little sensitive|sensitive, is it because of those medicines."

That kind of medicine seems to have the function of beautifying the skin, and I don't know if it will make the skin very sensitive. General Lin felt that he really didn't understand, but he heard that it was good, so he gave it to the little emperor.

"No." He Ning retorted coyly, "It doesn't hurt or itch. The imperial doctor said that my skin is like this, and it will turn red when I move it a little." After a pause, he added, "It used to be like this."

Lin Zhao suddenly thought of the small dimple on the back of the little emperor's back that could fit his thumb, whether it would turn red if he was pinched casually.

Thinking of his head was bloodshot, he came back to his senses and saw the redder face of the little emperor. He was instantly alert, and hurriedly moved over to squeeze it, and then used his own cheek to stick a post: "It's so hot, it's because the temperature of the earth dragon is too high when you're sick." ?”

"Oh, are you annoying?" He Ning stood up suddenly, pushed him away and sat on the edge of the bed angrily, threw his face on the smooth and cool brocade quilt to cool down, "Your face is hot, Still talking about me?!"

Lin Zhao followed closely and sat next to him: "What's the matter, are you angry?"

He Ning snorted softly, but didn't make another sound.

His voice was too low, Lin Zhao didn't hear anything, and carefully broke his shoulder: "Don't be angry, it's my fault."

He Ning muffled: "Where did you go wrong?"

"..." Lin Zhao thought for a while and said, "Shouldn't I pinch you so hard?"

He Ning ignored him.

Lin Zhao added: "It shouldn't be said that the delicate skin on your face is due to the effect of the medicine." He seemed to think he was right, and immediately added, "Your skin has always been very good, very white and tender. That's because it feels wrinkled when you touch it, but it's gone now."

He was a little apprehensive, it was he who said it was wrinkled, after all, compared with the delicateness before, the hand feel was really not very good, and it came out bald.

He Ning turned his face away and gave him a blank look.

Lin Zhao quickly realized again: "I shouldn't mention the injury on your face, does it remind you of unpleasantness?" He clenched his right hand and raised it near his temple, "I swear, I will never say anything like this in the future, I will I will definitely protect you."

"Okay, okay, stop guessing." He Ning sat up and pushed Lin Zhao, who was getting closer and almost pressed|on top of him, "No, no, no, no."

Lin Zhao refused to let go, and put his hand on his shoulder: "Why is that?"

Seeing that He Ning was about to dodge again, he pinched the little cutie's chin and forced him to look at him: "If you don't say anything, I will..." His eyes fell on the little cutie's forehead, and he joked, " Then I'm going to kiss you?"

Knowing that he was joking, He Ning was not afraid, opened his eyelids and looked up at him: "Kiss, kiss!"

Lin Zhao: "...!" Whether this is shooting yourself in the foot, whether you want to kiss like this regardless of whether you want to kiss the forehead or kiss the mouth, the veins on the tangled arms burst out for a while.

Just when Lin Zhao was pouting his lips cautiously, He Ning suddenly spoke.

The slightly cool air slapped General Lin's rarely pouty lips, and he froze in place for a moment, thinking about these words in his head.

What kind of embarrassing operation is this?

The kiss is definitely not going to last, the other party has already spoken, and he must be rejecting his kiss. Lin Zhao put away his lips that were about to drool, and asked pretendingly, "What did you just say?"

"You're too close, so you blush." ​​He Ning stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously. The blushing face was like rouge, and even slightly swollen.

He lowered his voice and stretched out his emphasis. If you don't listen carefully, you can't even hear what he is saying: "General Lin will keep asking and asking, and the heat hasn't gone down yet."

He stretched out his hand and pushed Lin Zhao's shoulder, and lowered his head: "Go away, stay away from me."

"..." Lin Zhao looked at the cute face of wintersweet in the snow, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"I'm close to you, will you blush?" He almost couldn't find his own voice, it was hoarse and low.

He Ning looked at him sadly, and silently held his hand against his chest: "Hey, jump fast."

He let go of General Lin's hand in embarrassment, and touched his face: "It's obvious that everyone else is fine, but it turns red and hot when the general touches it." He muttered and didn't know whether he was complaining or talking to himself. Soliloquy.

Lin Zhao was almost dumbfounded, his hands holding the little emperor's shoulders were trembling slightly, and after clearing his throat, he reluctantly asked, "Do you know why?"

"Ah? Why and why?" He Ning looked up at him blankly.

"That's why your face blush and your heart beats when you talk to me." Lin Zhao followed and said, "Have you read any scripts that you want to use or similar scenes?"

"Yes." He Ning frowned and thought about it seriously, and said with his fingers, "When the vixen sees the scholar, his face blushes and his heart beats. He is so nervous that he even says wrong things and does wrong things several times."

He secretly held back the great joy in his heart and asked with a trembling voice: "So?"

"It's not the same." He Ning shook his head, his face raised up with crooked eyebrows and an innocent smile, "The vixen is a woman, she is in love with a scholar."

"I was influenced by General Lin. General Lin is in such good health. Even in the cold winter months, his body temperature is so high that he can roast me if he gets close, so I want to say that you stay away from me, otherwise I will become a roasted sweet potato." Already!"

Lin Zhao: "...!" Isn't it because you eat too much roasted sweet potatoes that you turn into roasted sweet potatoes?

"..." Is it time to talk about roasted sweet potatoes!

He Ning tilted his head: "What's the matter, General Lin, is it uncomfortable for you to look so pale?"

Yes, very uncomfortable, almost exploding.

"General, Lord Qin, please see me." The boy's voice came from the door, and Lin Zhao looked at the little emperor meaningfully, "I'm going out first."

The little emperor nodded innocently: "Well, if you go out, remember to bring an umbrella. Although the general's body temperature is high, you still have to avoid catching a cold. After all, we both sleep in the same bed at night. I'm weak and can't stand it. "

Lin Zhao: "..." Inexplicably, he felt a chill on his back, and when he turned around, he saw the little emperor looking at him with a smile, nodded unconsciously, and left the room in embarrassment.

The system just finished a game, and happened to watch the whole set: "What do you mean? There is something in the words?"

"It's nothing interesting, I'm just in a bad mood, I just said it casually." As soon as the door closed, He Ning immediately put away his smile, climbed off the bed, sat at the table and played with the teacup.

The system trembled inexplicably, shaking goosebumps and went to play the game again.

The minds of adolescent boys and girls are always changeable, so it is better to cause as little trouble as possible.

What's more, it's the little emperor who can't figure out the details.

He Ning was restless and didn't know what he was going to do. When he saw the food box, he subconsciously opened it, and a smell of sandalwood came over his face, choking him almost out of breath.

"What is this?" He Ning frowned in disgust, and almost spit it out after taking a look at the dark pot of soup, which contained all kinds of unknown messy things.

The system took a moment to take a look: "Oh, big tonic soup, Aunt Zhang really spent a lot of money this time, you have to get angry to make up for these things with your small body."

He Ning stood up after a while: "I don't drink this stuff, I feel like throwing up after smelling it."

The system has nothing to do with it, and hangs up high: "How did I remember that when General Lin brought it in, he said that Aunt Zhang told me to finish the drink, and you are willing to let her care be wasted like this."

He Ning: "..." asked with a bitter face, "Is it true that you won't die if you drink this stuff?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure you will be alive and well, and you will be a hundred times more energetic than you are now." The system said, "I vaguely saw angelica and ginseng. You are lucky today."

He Ning hesitated for a long time but couldn't pick up the spoon, and finally thought: "Can I pour it out and pretend to drink it?"

"There are a lot of rare medicinal materials in it, you are really a prodigal." The system does not force it, "If you don't want to drink it, let it go, some people really can't drink the tonic."

Having said that, when He Ning thought of Aunt Zhang's kind and kind smiling face, he couldn't bear to refuse the other party's kindness. After struggling for a while, he scooped up a bowl and drank it while pinching his nose.

If you are in a bad mood, you are also self-abuse.

After the last drop from the bowl entered his stomach, He Ning smacked his lips, and then smacked his lips again.

"What's wrong with you? Did you react just after drinking it?" the system asked.

"No, the taste is not as strange as I imagined. After drinking it, my stomach warms and feels a little comfortable." He Ning filled another bowl, this time without using a spoon, and drank it directly on his neck. Wipe the corners of his mouth, "It's like a warm current, and the limbs are warmed up. Hey, it is indeed a good medicinal material, and I can feel the curative effect."

He felt warm after drinking, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he went back to bed to squint for a while.

Drowsy for an unknown amount of time, He Ning opened his eyes in confusion.

System: "Hey, you woke up so soon?"

"How long have I been sleeping, cough cough." He Ning felt that his throat was a little strange, a little sore, and his voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been scratched by a whetstone. He coughed twice, climbed off the bed, and touched own forehead, "Isn't it really sick?"

"No way, do you have a headache?" the system asked.

He Ning shook his head: "No, it's just a sore throat."

System: "That's okay, maybe the room is too hot, just drink more water."

He Ning stepped on slippers, and sat on the stool weakly, showing signs of being limp on the ground anytime, anywhere, shaking the teapot, it was empty.

The system joked: "Your body is too weak, just don't drink water, drink some tonic soup."

He Ning didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes. The soup wasn't too hot anymore, and the fishy smell was even stronger. After taking a sip, his eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan character. After swallowing, he finally took a bowl and held his nose to drink up.

After a while, there was not much soup left in the cup, and the shallow layer of bottom could not cover all kinds of strange-shaped medicinal materials. He Ning took a look and almost spit out all the soup he had just drank, and immediately covered it. Put on the lid of the food box, and take a nap on the table.

After a game ended, the system found that he was still lying on the table, and reminded him: "Go to bed, you will catch a cold later."

Misty Zhonghe Ning unbuttoned his chest, and said in a sticky voice, "It's a bit hot."

System: "Hot? The room temperature is 23 degrees, how can it be hot?"

He Ning shook his head: "I don't know, the heat is unbearable, and my body is itchy." He raised his hand to take off his coat, but was stopped by a scream from the system.

System: "Little Ancestor, take it easy, although the earth dragon is burned inside, but it's icy and snowy outside, you must not take off your clothes, bear with it, bear with it, you may just wake up, you will be fine in a while .”

He Ning felt that something was wrong with his body. It was as if a stove was installed in his stomach, producing heat continuously. After a while, his forehead and back were covered with sticky sweat. The air he inhales is hot and dry, sore throat.

He forced himself to stand up, pulled the cloak over his body, and opened the door: "I may have been lying down for too long, so let's go for a walk."

There was thick ice around the pond, if you stepped on it, you would fall a big somersault, He Ning walked cautiously, seeing that Lin Lan who was following closely behind was trembling, wanted to reach out but didn't dare to help him, for fear Self-defeating and accidentally dropped him.

With a bitter face, he begged: "My lord, the wind is too strong, you should go back and rest."

The biting cold wind just relieved the heat on his body, He Ning slightly opened his collar to let the wind in, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, I'll just stand here for a while and then go back."

He stretched his neck and looked under the fake rock. The water wasn't frozen, but he didn't see a fish shadow either. He turned around and was about to ask Lin Lan where the fish had gone in winter, when there was a loud noise behind him.

Lin Lan was so frightened that her heart almost stopped, and she supported him with her hands hanging in the air: "Young master, be careful, the ice is slippery." If the young master fell, she would have to jump into the river and commit suicide.

He Ning narrowed his eyes slowly: "What are you doing ahead?"

Lin Lan just looked at his feet, she didn't care what happened in the front yard, the most important thing now was the young master.

She hurriedly took He Ning's hand to pull him off the big rock, and exhaled: "I don't know, maybe it's General Lin's guest."

In the past, the general's mansion would often come to some rough and noisy men, but it gradually decreased after Mr. He moved in.

He Ning reckoned that it was the soldiers and officials who had made good friends with General Lin, and felt that it was inconvenient for him to show his face, so he raised his hand to support Lin Lan: "Let's go back first, it's not good to be seen here."

Lin Lan was slightly stunned for a moment, thinking of Miss Biao who came to make trouble some time ago, her eyes were a little red because of his sensible words, she lowered her voice and said, "Don't worry, my lord, General Lin will definitely give you an explanation."

Alternating between hot and cold, He Ning's head was dizzy, and he didn't hear what she said clearly, so he nodded politely: "Let's walk along the river, my head hurts a little, blowing the wind to wake me up."

"Shouldn't you be sick? Do you want to invite the imperial doctor to come and have a look?" Lin Lan asked with concern.

He Ning shook his head: "It's okay, I just stayed in the room for a long time and slept a little too much, the heat is coming up."

Indeed, General Lin's room was too warm. Lin Lan felt hot after putting things in and staying there for a while, and felt dizzy. She really had to come out to blow some air when she had time.

She followed He Ning, walking slowly around the pond, both of them were too concerned about the situation under their feet, completely oblivious to the noise getting closer.

Jiang's mother led people all the way to the gate of the general's mansion. The guards at the gate had never seen who the woman in the deep boudoir was. Seeing that the formation was unusual and holding the token of the Xiao family, they thought it was the old lady of the prime minister's family, so they let her go immediately. OK.

Jiang's mother ran amok in the general's mansion, and the only target was the audacious man who dared to beat her daughter's male favorite. Her aggressive appearance aroused the suspicion of the servant behind her and called the housekeeper over.

Naturally, the housekeeper had seen Mrs. Jiang, and immediately realized that she was here to vent her anger on Miss Jiang, and immediately stopped her: "Mrs. Jiang, you can't go over."

Jiang's mother led a group of people, her eyes were already red, but she was stopped suddenly, and she was forbidden to go anywhere.

She had never been treated like this anywhere, and immediately became furious, and the two groups directly scuffled together.

The people below were worried about Mr. Jiang's face, so they dared to be serious. After a stalemate for a while, they were finally broken out by Jiang's mother.

The butler hurriedly asked the servant to call the guards over, who knew that Jiang's mother would go crazy when she met gods and demons, she lost all face, yelled and cursed like a shrew, and even dragged her across the distance with her own hands The boy closest to her threw her arm on the ground, took another step forward and scratched the butler's face, almost ripped off the butler's outer shirt, and went all the way to the inner courtyard.

General Lin ordered Mr. He to stay in the room before leaving the house, but he didn't hear anyone say it for a while. The housekeeper tried to lure him to the front hall, and made a decision when the general came back.

Unexpectedly, when passing through the garden, Mother Jiang stopped for a moment, staring straight at the pond not far away.

The butler followed his line of sight and saw a dainty figure with a touch of bright red. His heart was broken, and he hurried to stop Jiang's mother.

Jiang's mother glanced at the unfamiliar face and saw the appearance of the butler protecting the lord. She didn't understand anything. She suddenly pulled out the hairpin on her head and swiped forward desperately. On the tip of the hairpin, dark red drops of blood fell and landed on the ground. A small circle splashed out on the gray and dry ground.

The butler covered his arms and said impatiently, "Mrs. Jiang, what are you doing?"

Mother Jiang stared angrily at the red back, snorted coldly and rushed over there without saying anything.Although she is a woman, she is also a general after all. When she was a child, she often rode horses with her father and brother for exercise. When she became crazy, ordinary people really couldn't control her without hurting her.

The housekeeper yelled at someone in panic, and he must stop her.

The people brought by Jiang's mother were not vegetarians. In an instant, the entanglement between the two groups became tighter, but Jiang's mother got away with the help of her personal maid, and quickly arrived at He Ning's place on a hot wheel. before.

Lin Lan has noticed the movement here since just now, but she doesn't know what happened. Suddenly, she saw a crazy woman standing in front of her. She was shocked, and quickly stretched out her hand to protect He Ning: " Mr. He, be careful, don't fall."

She had never seen this woman before, but seeing her aggressive appearance, she subconsciously grasped He Ning's hand, and took a step forward to salute slightly: "Madam is..."

The steward's roar came from a distance: "Lin Lan, take care of Mr. He."

Lin Lan's spirit suddenly became tense, and she held He Ning's hand even tighter. She watched the woman vigilantly and paid attention to her movements, and deliberately lowered her voice: "My lord, let's go down."

He Ning's mind was about to turn into a hot mess. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the skirt, and even wanted to take off his coat, but was stopped by Lin Lan. His eyes were blurred and he wanted to see who was blocking the way. Suddenly, his arms loosened. When I looked again, Lin Lan's shadow had disappeared.

He Ning was stunned for a moment.

System: "Damn it, what's the situation, isn't this also General Lin's fiancée? General Lin's taste is as strong as ever!"