Dressed as a General's Pampered Wife

The guns were fired, the firecrackers were fired, the red lanterns opened the way, and the red bridge was carried by eight people. The people in the sedan chairs covered with red veils were stabbed by the strong fragrance of plum blossoms, and woke up frowning slowly.

It was Tang Anle who was lying on the sedan chair. When he woke up, he felt chest tightness and dizziness, as if something was blocked in his throat.

Tang Anle endured the discomfort, strangely pushed back the red gauze dangling in front of her, and looked around the square sedan chair that could accommodate several people.

"The transportation to heaven is a sedan chair?" Tang Anle clearly knew that his broken body would not survive the age of 21, and he had made preparations before the operation. He must have died because of the unsuccessful operation.

Before Tang Anle could react, the sedan chair had landed.

"Ma'am, we're here, let's get off the sedan chair." A thick woman's voice said.

'lady? ! ' Tang Anle was stunned.

The woman outside the sedan yelled a few more times impatiently.

"Get down, come down," Tang Anle found his voice after a long time, put down his veil, and stretched out his hand tremblingly to open the curtain.

At this time, a black figure flashed past in the crowd.

Tang Anle was blocked by the veil on his head and couldn't see the way clearly. He was still dizzy, his leg missed the space, and he leaned straight forward, Tang Anle, who thought he would fall and eat shit, closed his eyes tightly. He closed his eyes, unexpectedly fell into a thick and warm embrace.

"Ma'am, it seems that this medicine just makes your feet feel empty," a pleasant male voice poured into Tang Anle's ears.

"What, what?" Tang Anle quickly stood up, but unexpectedly stepped on the hem of her clothes that were too long, and she was stumbling around.

Ion Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, a red robe against which he was slender and upright, with a good temperament, his eyelids looked down slightly, and he couldn't help but think to himself, is such a clumsy person a spy sent by the prince and the prime minister?

"Go into the worship hall," Ying Ziyuan saw that he couldn't stand still, so he stretched out his hand to pull him.

"Oh...ah?" Before Tang Anle could question, his wrist had already been grasped, and he could only vaguely see the outline of Ying Ziyuan through the red veil.

Why is this robe so long?Tang Anle thought depressingly, just as he was about to step on the hem of his robe again, Tang Anle slid down his small hand in a hurry and took his big palm instead.

Ion Yuan paused, his eyes fell on Tang Anle's hand holding him tightly, feeling strange in his heart, and finally strode away without haste.

Tang Anle's eyes kept falling on the feet of Ying Ziyuan, who was one step ahead of him. The hem of the bright red robe with retro and complicated patterns, as he walked, dark waves flowed, which was really beautiful.

Tang Anle adhered to the principle that the enemy does not move, and I do not move. He obediently finished his worship and was led away obediently. Before leaving, he did not forget to look back at Ion Yuan. After all, this was the first one to express his kindness to him. people.

In the wedding room, Tang Anle was fidgeting, wiggling her buttocks, and asked tentatively, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

No one answered, only the faint sound of the candle burning.

"No one..." Tang Anle said to himself, stood up and took off his veil, "It's killing me, why is it so uncomfortable to sit on this bed?"

Tang Anle lifted the Baizi brocade quilt, made a bed with dried longan, lotus seeds, and peanuts, "Uh..."

Tang Anle shrugged, turned around, looked at this luxurious and festive ancient-style wedding room, feeling very upset.

Just at this time, a few sounds came from the hollow carved wooden window.

Immediately afterwards, a letter fell steadily on the wooden table beside the bed along with a hosta.

Tang Anle moved over carefully, and after opening the letter and reading it carefully, he almost petrified on the spot.

Trembling, he stretched out his hand to get the jade hairpin, sniffed it close to his nose, and confirmed that he knew the poison before returning his internal organs to their place. Damn, someone actually told him to find a chance to use the poison hidden in the hairpin To kill that general, if the killing fails, suicide? !

Tang Anle was surprisingly angry.

and many more……

Why is this plot so familiar?

How could it be so like the beginning of the book where he yanked the table leg before the operation?

A spy replaced the prime minister and married the legendary general who defended the country who drank blood and devoured flesh. During the wedding, he killed him with a hairpin hidden in poison. In the end, he failed to kill but was killed...

"This, this is the world in the book?" Tang Anle took a few steps back in fright, her calf stuck to the edge of the bed, and she threw herself back.

After wearing it, I will die again immediately!

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhou I'm going to be in this book......"

He was a sick person who grew up pampered and protected by others until his death. Who can fight in this world where the strong are respected?

……

As the sun sets and the night falls, the guests in the front courtyard can still vaguely hear the laughter of the guests clinking glasses and saying goodbye in the backyard.

In the study on the east side of Xuan Ting Courtyard.

"General, it is true that Shadow Five just dropped Qihunsan." The masked man in black clothes said with a nod.

With his back to the masked man, Ion Yuan was only wearing a red robe, and looked out of the wooden window without turning around, "Even a spy can't be killed, let Ying Wu take the punishment by himself."

"Yes, General."

"General, let your subordinates do the trick tonight."

Ion Yuan suddenly remembered the situation when Tang Anle looked back at him through the veil during the church visit today, and suddenly said, "No, I will do it myself."

How could a spy be so flawless?

"You step back, today you and Ying Er will watch the night."

The figure of the masked man flashed, and then disappeared into the darkness.

With a sneer on the corner of Ion Yuan's mouth, he turned and left the study.

Why are the emperor and the prime minister so impatient?Once he was seriously injured and returned to the court, he couldn't wait to let him marry the son of the prime minister and cut off his official career, and he was not afraid that he would really rebel?

In Dahong's wedding room, Tang Anle weighed it over and over again, thinking that with his small arms and legs, he would definitely not be able to escape, so he decided, he must know the current affairs and be a hero!He wants to join the protagonist of this book temporarily!

The protagonist can always survive to the end, that's right!

However, "It's getting dark, why hasn't anyone come yet..." Tang Anle leaned against the bedpost lazily, as expected, she was only treated as a spy, and no one came to serve her at all.

Tang Anle looked at the door helplessly, and with one hand weakly took the longan lotus seeds that had been shaken out by him on the bed and sent them to his mouth.

When Ion Yuan opened the door and walked around the screen, he saw such a scene. His 'newlywed wife' was sitting on the bed languidly eating the dried fruit that was said to be able to give birth to a precious child early.

"Ha! Hello, I'm Tang Anle, you are the general, aren't you?" Tang Anle saw him, his eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up his robe and walked towards Ion Yuan.