General, please be a loyal minister!

Zhao Ji vented all his dissatisfaction with the current situation on the battlefield. This summer, the Liangzhou Army took down a large area of ​​Lingnan, and Zhao Ji, who had made great military exploits, also became a rookie in the army.

When he returned to Liangzhou with his teacher again, Han Zhao's wedding date was approaching.

Zhao Ji was very reluctant to go back.

What is he going back for?Leading the horse and kicking for that woman?

But he was not reconciled if he didn't go back, the most important person was taken away, how could he remain silent.

"If anyone gets in the general's way, just get rid of them."

An unintentional sentence from the military division reverberated in Zhao Ji's mind, and some idea sprouted in his heart, and it grew wildly.

"What are young people unhappy about?"

When stopping for tea on the way, a middle-aged man in the tea shed accosted Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji raised his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged man.

He was dressed like a Taoist priest, but he looked very ordinary, and the only thing worthy of praise was that bit of refined temperament.

Facing the middle-aged man's question, Zhao Ji smiled kindly and spit out four words: "None of your business."

If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal.Normally, when Zhao Ji encounters such people who strike up a conversation without authorization, he will circle around with them to find out their purpose, but now he is in a bad mood.

The middle-aged man was not angry when he was scolded by Zhao Ji, but he even smiled, and continued to be friendly and said: "Strictly understand the changes of the Zhou Dynasty, I would like to make a divination for the little brother."

Zhao Ji ignored him, and the middle-aged man continued on his own: "The thing that bothers you little brother is related to marriage, but not your marriage."

Zhao Ji's expression became a little serious when the other party's words were right.

But he didn't think the person in front of him was anything special, he just thought he was a well-prepared charlatan.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to see Zhao Ji's sullen expression, smiled lightly, and continued: "Yan is still counting a bloody disaster."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped talking, but turned his head to look at Zhao Ji, and said in a secretive tone: "Little brother has extraordinary luck, and everything he thinks will come true."

After saying this, the middle-aged man got up and left, Zhao Ji didn't call him, he wanted to see how the middle-aged man could continue to act.

The middle-aged man didn't turn back and disappeared at the end of the path.

And Zhao Ji never met this strange middle-aged man again along the way.

It seems that he felt that his deception had failed, so he didn't dare to appear in front of him again.

As for the middle-aged man, Zhao Ji didn't take it to heart at all.

……

After a few months, Liangzhou did not change much, but Zhao Ji's life has undergone great changes.

In order to marry the daughter of the royal family, Han Zhao, a new large courtyard was built in the city, and the master and apprentice finally moved out of the house where they had lived for six years.

Zhao Ji didn't even want to look at the new house, and went back to the old house directly after leaving the young master's mansion.

Han Zhao was also at home, and he was packing up the things to be moved in the study.

The first time he saw Han Zhao, Zhao Ji put all his unhappiness behind him. He has always been like this, never getting angry with others in front of Han Zhao.

Han Zhao is the person Zhao Ji cares about the most, and he will never let any unhappiness disturb his time alone with Han Zhao.

But Han Zhao didn't notice Zhao Ji entering the house immediately, he was holding an envelope in a daze.

"Master, what are you looking at?" Zhao Ji walked to Han Zhao and looked at the thing in his hand. It was an envelope with nothing written on it. In Han Zhao's hand, besides the envelope, there was a piece of red on it. petal.

"Flowers?" Zhao Ji was puzzled.

Although he is not elegant and knows few flowers, he is sure that he has never seen this kind of flower.

Han Zhao explained: "This is a peony. It is abundant in Dongdu."

Zhao Ji has never been to the Eastern Capital, and the dignitaries here do not have the custom of planting peonies, so it is not surprising that he has never seen it.

Zhao Ji asked doubtfully, "Master, does he have any friends in the East?"

Then why hasn't he heard of it since he was a child.

"No." Han Zhao flatly denied.

That's why he wondered who would specially send him a piece of peony.

Peony has no special meaning in Han Zhao's life, it is just a kind of flower that can be seen everywhere in Dongdu.

Even Dongdu doesn't have any special meaning to Han Zhao's status of "Nineteen" in this life.

For a moment, Han Zhao thought of something, but he didn't grasp it, and he couldn't remember it after it passed away.

"Could it be that someone is playing tricks?" Zhao Ji suspected that he met a charlatan on the way back.

"Maybe." Han Zhao couldn't find a clue for a while and gave up. He put the petals back in the envelope and threw them back on the desk.

Compared with the petals sent by someone who did not know, Han Zhao had more things to care about. He looked at Zhao Ji who was tanned and said with a smile, "What do you gain from going to the battlefield this time?"

Zhao Ji was excited when he said this, and he sat on Han Zhao's desk with his hands on his hands, and his lower legs were naturally close to Han Zhao's knees.

"I've learned a lot from the battlefield this time. I've been thinking about which one to tell Master first along the way."

Seeing Zhao Ji's excited appearance, Han Zhao slightly bent his mouth and said slowly, "Speak slowly."

He has time to listen to one by one.

The untraceable peony petals were temporarily forgotten by the master and apprentice, and Han Zhao's big day came soon.

Although Han Zhao has no official position, he is the master of the very popular General Zhao and the husband of the young master. He is married to the niece of the king's county guard, and Prime Minister Zhou is the matchmaker. Naturally, the wedding ceremony is not small.

The young master and officials of all sizes from Liangzhou basically arrived, and even Yu Wenxun, who was guarding Beiwang Mountain, sent someone to send congratulatory gifts.

The wedding procession stretched from the street to the end of the street, and half of Liangzhou City was decorated with red makeup.

The groom, Han Zhao, stood at the door to welcome the guests. He already had a handsome face, but he usually wore black and had a calm demeanor, so he didn't look gorgeous.

Now that the red dress is added to the body, the beauty of the facial features is completely highlighted, and the whole person is dazzling, like a god in the sky.

The guests didn't know whether to say Han Zhao was lucky or the Wang family girl was lucky.

Zhao Ji hid in the corner of the yard with a gloomy expression.

As a disciple, after Han Zhao worshiped, he still had to offer tea to that woman. God knows that it was his best effort to restrain himself from choking off that woman's neck.

"Is this expression of yours going to a funeral?" Liu Xuan avoided others and found Zhao Ji who was hiding.

Zhao Ji sneered: "I'd rather it be that woman's funeral."

Liu Xuan's face darkened, and he reprimanded Zhao Ji for his rude words: "Zhao Ji, you are not a child anymore, don't lose your temper. If she makes you dissatisfied, she will still be your mistress after today. Disrespect to her is disrespect to Mr. Han." .”

That woman deserves to be compared with Master?

Zhao Ji was very annoyed, he wanted to refute Liu Xuan, but he was afraid of making Han Zhao unhappy by arguing here, so he endured it.

A wave of anger burned in Zhao Ji's chest. He hated the woman who came to disturb his life with his master, he hated the Zhou family and the Wang family, and he hated himself for being helpless in the face of all these.

Liu Xuan almost knew what Zhao Ji was thinking, and he said everything that should be persuaded. Zhao Ji knew everything, but he just refused to admit it.

He sighed and turned away.

As the young master, he can't disappear for too long, and he came here because he was worried about Zhao Ji's troubles.

Not long after Liu Xuan left, there was a commotion outside the door, it sounded like a procession of welcoming relatives had arrived in front of the door.

Zhao Ji weighed it for a moment, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the door.

Even if he is unwilling to participate in this wedding, he cannot let Han Zhao lose face today.

When Zhao Ji walked to the door, everyone was preparing to welcome the bride, and the atmosphere was very festive and lively.

Han Zhao stood on the outside, didn't go forward, just waited for the bride to be led over after getting off the sedan chair.

As a bridegroom officer, his performance was a little cold, but it was not rude.

Zhao Ji stood beside Han Zhao.

Han Zhao glanced at Zhao Ji who finally appeared, and asked in a low voice, "Where have you been?"

Zhao Ji: "The hut."

Knowing Zhao Ji's dissatisfaction, Han Zhao sighed, "Be good."

Zhao Ji didn't make a sound, but only took a deep look at Han Zhao who was dressed in happy clothes. He was already very obedient in front of Han Zhao.

However, being a good apprentice seems to get nothing.

Zhao Ji had an unsatisfied longing in his heart, and he didn't know what else he wanted from Han Zhao.

But from the current point of view, it seems that as long as he is with Han Zhao all the time, he will feel satisfied for the time being.

But now, his wish will be shattered.

And what smashed it was the bright red wedding sedan chair slowly approaching them.

How red, red like blood.

Zhao Ji sighed.

With a sound of "falling off the sedan chair", the sedan chair slowly stopped, and everyone's eyes naturally fell on the curtain of the sedan chair. Sitting inside was another protagonist of today. Today is her day of great joy. Everyone's attention, including the future husband.

Zhao Ji averted his eyes, he was afraid that one more look of jealousy would make him lose his mind, and he strode forward desperately to withdraw the woman from the sedan chair, and threw the woman on the ground mercilessly.

He looked at Han Zhao, but found that Han Zhao was also looking at the sedan chair.

Zhao Ji felt sour in his heart.

"Master."

When the car curtain was lifted, Zhao Ji called out to Han Zhao, and Han Zhao subconsciously turned around, meeting Zhao Ji's eyes that were bent towards him.

After growing up, Zhao Ji's peach blossom eyes are more like the Emperor Jing in Han Zhao's memory, but now he can completely separate the two of them.

"What's the matter?" Han Zhao asked.

"Ah...it's okay." Although he said it, he had a sly look on his face, as if he had succeeded in a trick.

Just as Han Zhao was about to ask more questions, a scream interrupted the whispering between the master and the apprentice.

"what--"

Han Zhao followed the sound and saw the matchmaker who lifted the sedan chair curtain lying on the ground, covering her mouth with one hand and pointing at the sedan chair with the other, her face was as pale as paper.

Realizing that something had happened, Han Zhao strode forward and lifted the curtain of the wedding sedan chair. Han Zhao's pupils constricted at the sight.

I saw the inside of the sedan chair was in a mess, with hipas scattered all over the place.

The bride's blue hair was scattered, her eyes were closed tightly, and she leaned against the wall of the sedan chair, holding a blooming peony in her slender hand.

Han Zhao stretched out his hand to check that the bride was not breathing, and then brushed away the black hair. A bright red strangle mark on the snow-white neck came into view impressively.

Zhao Ji, who followed behind Han Zhao and caught up to the front, was speechless looking at this scene.

The words of that strange middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly appeared in Zhao Ji's mind.

Indeed, as he wished, the happy event turned into a mourning event.

The author has something to say: Marriage is not marriage.

What can be revealed is that the villain of this article is the villain of this article, a scumbag who is even more complete than Zhao Ji-Liu Ji