Can a general do whatever he wants?

The voices of the people have been heard, but the red and orange lights outside have not been extinguished.Accompanied by Yan Yue's feigned panting.Under the torment of drowsiness, Chen Ming finally fell asleep at the foot of the bed.

Unable to feel the presence of the eavesdropping maid and grandma outside the room, Yan Yue stopped breathing.

What grandma wants to do; what grandma wants the sleeping little girl in front of her to do, Yan Yue knows.

Her beloved grandma has been looking for a woman to carry on her family ever since she knew that her paralysis might not get better.

He glanced at Chen Ming who was sleeping soundly at the foot of the bed.

Yan Yue never thought that grandma would find such a young girl to marry him.

I don't want to wake up Chen Ming, but Yan Yue has something to say to "her".

"Girl, wake up."

Chen Ming was a light sleeper. In fact, he heard the movement in his ears, but he couldn't open his eyes due to sleepiness.

With a hum, Chen Ming turned around and continued to sleep.

Yan Yue called again: "Wake up."

……

There is a saying that goes well, but you will never wake up a sleepy person.

No fruit.

Yan Yue just sighed, the candles in the room had already been burned out, and he could only vaguely see the little girl's back with the dim red light outside the window.

So thin and pitiful.

According to the custom, on the second day of marriage, Chen Ming would get up early to offer tea and water to the three aunts and six wives of Yan's family. For some reason, no one woke him up this morning to kneel down and kowtow three times in the hall.

Chen Ming slept until the afternoon. When he woke up, his sleeping place had been moved from under the bed to the wooden bed of Young Master Yan's family.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a magnified unfamiliar profile, and Chen Ming immediately jumped up and sat up: What's going on?

"Am I that scary? Little girl."

Yan Yue smiled, opened those deep eyes, and met the flustered gaze.

Chen Ming looked at this strange face vigilantly, his eyes moved from his forehead to his eyebrows, mouth and jaw, and then he remembered that this slightly serious face in front of him belonged to Yan Yue, the young master of the Yan family. .

I was used to seeing Yan Yue's distorted face last night, but now it suddenly became normal.

Chen Ming really didn't react.

By the way... how could I sleep on the bed and sleep with the young master of the Yan family, so he won't find out.

Chen Ming pulled back the quilt in panic and looked at his body. Fortunately...the jacket and pants are all there.

"There are two theater tickets on the table over there from a servant."

Yan Yue changed the subject, hoping that Chen Ming could deal with the two theater tickets sent by his second sister-in-law this morning.

Movie tickets?Tickets for what show?

Chen Ming crossed Yan Yue's body suspiciously and got down from the bed to go to the sandalwood table to have a look at the ticket that Yan Yue mentioned.

Chen Ming grabbed the bills he picked up from the table with a happy face.

When he was a child, the village came to do chores, and the opera troupe would put down the work assigned by his father and sneak out to listen to their plays.

Seeing the girl's happy appearance, somehow Yan Yue felt joy in his heart.

In the past, he also liked listening to operas.But after being paralyzed, as long as he went out and invited him to an event, he felt that the other party was deliberately laughing at him.Gradually, Yan Yue began to hate opera.

But since the little girl in front of me likes it, let's treat it as a meeting gift for her.

"If you want to go, you can go by yourself. If I'm not wrong, this is a ticket for Manchun Garden. If you want to go, just tell grandma."

Chen Ming let go of his hand, and looked at the banknote in his palm, which was painted with emerald blue peonies on a yellow background, and the three characters "Manchun Garden" were indeed written on it.

Chen Ming hadn't seen such a formal theater troupe before.

want to go.

He ran back to the bed with small steps, held the yellow ticket and waved it in front of Yan Yue's eyes twice, then pointed to the three big characters in the middle and nodded.

Yan Yue knew that this girl was proving to herself that these two tickets were indeed from Manchun Garden.

Of course it's Man Yuan Chun's movie ticket.

Except for the boy from the Huang family who had nothing to do, no one would send Man Yuanchun tickets, no one would send two outdated theater troupe tickets all the way to a disabled young master as a congratulatory gift.

Normally, Yan Yue would not go to that brat's appointment if he was in good health.

It is even more impossible to go after being paralyzed.

Yan Yue closed his eyes and stopped looking at the two tickets.

"This is a ticket sent by a brat from the Huang family. You can go there if you want. Apart from his strange speech, he is still a nice person."

Chen Ming could hear the change in Yan Yue's tone, obviously much more serious than before.

He put one of the tickets in Yan Yue's hand and wanted him to go with him.

Yan Yue didn't want to go, and was even a little unhappy.

He drooped his face and said coldly: "You expect me to be a cripple to go to a play. Don't make me angry."

...

Chen Ming took back the theater ticket in Yan Yue's hand.

Sure enough, Yan Yue still cared about his paralysis.

But this ticket is for the young master of the Yan family, so let me, a servant who entered the Yan family under the name of Chongxi, listen to it.