The general will eat grass

Lord Hou raised his hand and pointed, and shouted: "Come here, drag that unfilial son back to this Hou!"

The little dandies wanted to hide at first, but when they heard that Master Hou was only here to arrest his son, they were a little relieved, and stood aside muttering, pursing their lips and chuckling.Changle Marquis Mansion has been honored for a hundred years, and the family education is strict. Now Mr. Zhao was caught by his father to visit the Nanfeng Pavilion. They guessed that he would eat "fried pork with bamboo shoots" when he returned home.

Zhao Yuansong's armpits were directly erected by the soldiers of the two governments, and he followed Grandpa Hou's mount, and returned home "swaggering through the market" all the way.Then, he was carried into the study by his father Hou himself, and casually threw it on the ground, "Kneel down!"

Zhao Yuansong knelt down carefully, and was surprised that Grandpa Hou seemed really angry today.He shrugged his shoulders and habitually showed his fear, but he thought in his heart that he was just a nominal son, and the Hou Ye and his wife had always treated him indifferently, and when they got angry outside, it was just for others to see. What's wrong?

Zhao Shouyi, Marquis of Changle, saw that he was like a frightened rabbit, and he was furious, clenching his back molars, and the muscles on his cheeks tensed.His eyes were unpredictable, and finally he suppressed his anger.

It was quiet in the study, Zhao Yuansong couldn't help sneaking a glance at Grandpa Hou, who was in charge, and immediately felt that Grandpa Hou's expression was very fresh, he looked very angry, but now he eased up inexplicably.

Logically speaking, Father Hou is connected with him by blood, so he should have respect and admiration for Father Hou.But in fact, not only did he dislike Grandpa Hou, but he also hated him a little.This feeling of disgust became even more obvious after he vaguely felt that the Lord Hou and his wife intended to raise him.

Zhao Shouyi finally controlled the anger in the court. He said flatly, "Rumors are terrible, and the honor of the Marquis of Changle is the most important thing. You go back and confine yourself for a month to avoid rumors. You will be punished by copying the filial piety scriptures ten times to cultivate your temper."

As expected, Zhao Yuansong thought behind closed doors again.That's right, he was only allowed to exist in order to keep the title of the Marquis Mansion!Zhao Yuansong lowered his eyes, shrugged his shoulders and got up to salute and leave.He returned to his yard and asked the boy Dongping to go to the housekeeper to get paper and ink, and was going to copy the Book of Filial Piety.

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A month later, Zhao Yuansong was released from the ban. In order to relax, he decided to go horse racing in the western suburbs.Only when he is galloping against the wind on horseback is he the most relaxed time, the pleasure brought to him by the speed can instantly dispel the depression in his chest.Abandoning the boy Dongping, he walked along the winding path in the mountains and came to the cliff of the West Mountain again.Standing here, he can have a panoramic view of the Gyeonggi West Camp, and listen to the soldiers in training shouting powerful slogans. He doesn't know if the male god has returned from the border, and whether he is training with the soldiers at this time.

Zhao Yuansong died at the age of five and was taken back to the Hou Mansion alone, where she was locked in the backyard of the Hou Mansion for three full years.After he was adopted, he was taken by Dongping to wander the street for the first time, when he happened to meet a frightened carriage.In order to give the persimmon seller more time to escape, he stood in front of the stall, naively thinking that the startled horse would turn around when it saw someone.

He remembered that A Niang also sold persimmons on the street, so the aunt who sold persimmons was very kind.He still remembered that at that time he asked his mother: "Persimmons are delicious, why don't you keep them and sell them?" My mother smiled and stroked his hair, "A penny can't beat a hero! A Niang can’t give you a good background, so I can only give you more compliments.” Perhaps it was because of that warm memory that he stepped forward without hesitation.

However, he really overestimated himself.When the startled horse rushed over and the people on the street screamed and scattered;His legs and feet were so frightened that he didn't dare to move a little bit.Seeing that the startled horse was about to hit him, he could even smell the smell of grass in the horse's nose. Suddenly, his waist tightened, and he was wrapped in an arm into his hard chest, and he turned around to avoid the high hoof .

The horse neighed and stood up. In the next moment, the rushing people grabbed the reins and controlled it vigorously. The people on the street burst into warm applause.

He recovered from his horror and looked up at the hero who rescued him.This man has a high nose and big eyes, sharp edges and corners, and a tight face, which makes him look very mature and reliable.His mind went blank and he just said thank you.The man nodded slightly, greeted his followers with his hand back, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

After he went to Zishan Academy and got acquainted with Li Yuanxing, he found out the man's identity from him.It turned out that his savior was actually the second son of Duke Dingguo, a young and promising little general Feng Jingde.

For the first time, he felt protected by someone. The man's hard chest gave him an infinite sense of security.Also from then on, the figure of a man lived in his heart, he fell in love with him, he, Zhao Yuansong, fell in love with a man!

Maybe this secret has been accumulated in his heart for too long, and he finally couldn't help but want others to know, so he yelled it out when he was drunk last time.But he didn't expect that it would be spread, and the more it spread, the more evil it became, and it was said that he wanted to accept Feng Jingde.

In his heart, Feng Jingde is an upright, chivalrous general who hates evil, how could he be accepted...married to another man.The changed rumor made Zhao Yuansong feel ashamed for a while, if Feng Jingde knew about this insulting rumor, would he be furious?Alas, he really likes him, whether it's deviant or ridiculous, he can't help thinking about him.To him, Feng Jingde is a longing, a dream.

Looking at the barracks at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Yuansong laughed silently, secretly praising that this place is really a sanctuary for relieving worries, blowing a little cold wind, all the troubles disappeared.

"I heard you like me?"

A thick and deep male voice came from behind, and Zhao Yuansong was so frightened that he suddenly turned his head and met the male god's black, bright and deep eyes.At this moment, time seemed to stop, and there were only the two of them left in the world.

It wasn't until the horse tethered not far away let out a cry that he came back to his senses, realizing that the male god was really standing in front of him, and the little boy's face turned red. "Ah, that..." His heart was beating wildly, and he was a little at a loss.

Feng Jingde would come to this cliff, obviously looking for him, he couldn't just hear the rumors and was so angry that he wanted to beat him up, right?

"Be careful." The man pulled him away from the edge of the cliff, "Don't back away, you will fall."

Zhao Yuansong's heart was beating like a drum, and the place touched by the man seemed to have been scorched by fire. He staggered his eyes from the man, flicked his wide palm away, and stared nervously at the upper of his shoe, not daring to raise his head again. "I'm sorry, Feng Jingde, the rumors, alas, no, what, Feng..." In front of the male god, he didn't know what to do.Unintentionally called him by his first name, would the male god feel that he was rude?

"take it easy."

"Ah?" Zhao Yuansong didn't expect Feng Jingde to comfort him, so he raised his head stupidly, just in time to meet the complex eyes of the male god staring straight at him.Zhao Yuansong was flustered by him, and his words were even more awkward: "I, I'm sorry, General Feng, I shouldn't call you by your name directly. Those words that are circulating..."

Feng Jingde interrupted him, "I just want to confirm with you, do you really like me?"

"Feng... General?" Hearing his question, Zhao Yuansong's brain instantly turned into a pot of porridge, gurgling, and the heat made his face flush, as if white smoke would rise from the top of his head in the next second.Feng Jingde's eyes were serious, and he didn't seem to be joking. Zhao Yuansong was even more flustered when he saw it.

"Did you just talk?"

"No! I like you, I really like you!" Seeing Feng Jingde's questioning, Zhao Yuansong's rationality flew away with wings. He clenched his fists and shouted eagerly with all his strength.

This cry startled countless birds in the mountains and forests.

Feng Jingde stared at him for a long time with dark eyes, as if he was distinguishing the truth from the falsehood of his words, and seemed to be remembering something.

Zhao Yuansong was extremely ashamed, but he must not miss the male god's scrutiny. In order to convince him, he could only repeat: "What I said is true, I like you. I can swear!" , ripples appeared in the black grape-like eyes.

Feng Jingde's eyes flashed, and he coaxed softly: "Okay, I believe you."

Zhao Yuansong was pulled into a warm and hard embrace, which was very tight.

What's going on?Zhao Yuansong was dizzy.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the man whispering like an oath: "In that case, then you wait for me, and within a month, I will marry you!"

"Ah? Is this true?" Happiness came so suddenly that it drove Zhao Yuansong crazy with joy, and made him ignore the faint smell of blood and herbs on the tip of his nose.

"Let's go, it's getting late, I'll take you home." Feng Jingde nodded, pulled the young boy who was about to jump up and roar three times, with soft eyes, pointed to the horse tied to the big tree next to him, and asked :"your?"

"Well, yes. Feng, didn't the general ride a horse?" He didn't know what he was talking about. He was held by the male god. jump.

Feng Jingde looked down at him, his dark eyes were heavy.Zhao Yuansong stopped dancing immediately, his face was hot, and he began to walk in a regular manner.When he reached the place where the horse was tethered, Feng Jingde lifted him onto the horse and said casually, "Call me Changying."

The word "Changying" was bestowed by the emperor, and it was also the nickname given to his beloved grandson by Duke Ding of the previous generation.Zhao Yuansong learned from the gossip that this name had different meanings to Feng Jingde, and also knew that the person he asked to be called by this name had a different position in his heart.

Hearing him call him "Changying", Zhao Yuansong was both nervous and excited. He held on to the saddle tightly, straightened his back, took a deep breath, brewed his emotions, and held back for a long time: "...General."

Feng Jingde raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at him, "... up to you."

Zhao Yuansong's two raised eyebrows drooped in an instant, why couldn't he say the word "Changying"!

Feng Jingde stretched his long legs, and also straddled the horse.

The horse swayed, and Zhao Yuansong was still feeling annoyed, when he suddenly felt a big hand firmly around his waist, encircling him into his generous chest.Zhao Yuansong came back to his senses, staring at the big hand in front of him that took the rein from his hand. The veins on the back of that big hand were bulging, and it felt very powerful.Zhao Yuansong licked his dry lips and moved uncomfortably.

Feng Jingde took the rein of the horse, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Sit down, let's go." Then he pulled the rein, and the horse raised its feet and began to trot.

Zhao Yuansong's body was bumped with the horse, and his back slammed into the man's chest. The man grunted, and the hands around his waist tightened to fix him.Zhao Yuansong was fortunate to have seen the live version of the dandies, and Feng Jingde's suppressed and hoarse humming made him think about it, and his face, which had just returned to normal, turned red again.He was completely stupid, his brain was empty, and he was sent home just like that.

After General Feng left, the clever concierge went to the housekeeper, and the housekeeper asked the maid to go to the madam's yard and explained the matter so and so.

After a while, in the main courtyard at the back of the Marquis Mansion in Changle, Madam Zhao lifted the curtain and entered the house, leaning over and whispering in Mrs. Hou's ear. "What did you say, are you sure Feng Changying sent him back?" Madam Hou put down the book in her hand, narrowed her eyes, and softly ordered, "Ask someone to find out what's going on?"