Dressed as a General's Pampered Wife

Just as Ion Yuan was dreaming, a handsome and slender man threw a flower to Tang Anle.

After throwing people away, he left without asking Tang Anle to take a look at him. When Tang Anle and Ion Yuan walked down the street, there were already people looking at the four of them from time to time. Extraordinary people should be much more eye-catching.

Someone made a start, and more and more people dared to throw flowers. Yi Yunqu looked at Tang Anle holding the plum blossom branches in his arms, shaking his bone fan and laughing, "I didn't expect that." Today, the most handsome young master in Longshuizhou should be the married young master Tang."

"The Lantern Festival held in Longshuizhou during the Lantern Festival has a habit, that is, married men and women can go out during the Lantern Festival to see if there is someone they like, and throw a plum blossom if they like it, but if it is this year If you can’t find it anywhere, you have to obey your parents’ marriage.” Liu Yiyu also held a lot of flowers in his hand, and said, “Besides, the person who gets the most plum blossoms will be considered the most handsome in Longshuizhou. But usually married people don't get flowers."

Every time I heard a word, Ion Yuan's face darkened a little. Looking at the plum blossom branches in Tang Anle's arms, he felt that the fragrance of plum blossoms was too clear and cold, and his heart couldn't bear it.

"What's your dark face?" Yi Yunqu deliberately teased Ion Yuan, "It's the dark face that makes those young masters and girls dare not give you flowers. Look at your little lady who can hold flowers in her hand." A flower basket selling flowers."

After listening to Liu Yiyu's words, Tang Anle was delighted. His face was very similar to his before wearing the book, and his charm was not diminished.

"Sometimes being too handsome is troublesome," Tang Anle touched the plum blossoms, her hands were stained with the fragrance of plum blossoms, pretending to be troubled.

The look of this stinky fart made several people present couldn't help laughing, and Ion Yuan was angry and funny, cast him a glance, and walked straight forward.

"Hey, Ion Yuan," Tang Anle saw that Ion Yuan was walking very fast, and quickly poured all the flowers in his bosom on Yi Yunqu's body, but the sugar figurine in his hand was still clenched tightly. After running a few steps forward, Folding back again, he took out the most complete plum blossom branch and stuck it in the skirt of his clothes before he hurried to catch up with Ion Yuan.

"There is quite a lot of fun between the generals and husband and wife," Liu Yiyu sighed leisurely looking at the back figure hidden in the crowd.

Yi Yunqu on the side smiled and said nothing, turned around and bought a candy figurine in the shape of a delicate little person.

This Lantern Festival is really lively, Tang Anle couldn't find Ion Yuan when he went back and forth again and again. He struggled to push through the crowd and stood at the entrance of an alley at a loss.

Tang Anle didn't even feel the sugar figurine in his hand melted a little, making it sticky.

"I didn't see it for a while, and the person disappeared?" Tang Anle murmured.

Looking at this lively street, the lanterns are hanging high, the colorful flags are fluttering in the cold wind, and the people laughing and laughing come and go, but no one knows... It feels like he is a person who entered by mistake, just a bystander Or, what about Ion Abyss?

Tang Anle stood there in a daze, like a lost lamb.

Ion Yuan walked a few steps and found that the obedient little man behind him who used to wobble up and pull his hem did not follow, he frowned and turned around, nothing was there, and the people passing by did not see that familiar figure .

"Yingda! Where's the person?" Ion Yuan frowned slightly while suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice.

Could it be that he took advantage of the crowd and fled again?

The face of Ion Abyss was as sinking as water, and the eyes as thick as ink were as deep as the sea.

"General, there is Ying Wu following Madam, at the entrance of the alley ahead," Ying Da appeared from the shadows, and suddenly stood behind him.

After hearing this, Ion Yuan strode forward, walking with full momentum, causing pedestrians on the side of the road to give way unconsciously.

The Lantern Festival of Lantern Festival was very lively, and Tang Anle was standing in the dimly lit place, squatting in the open space and looking down at the hurried shadows of passers-by.

Suddenly a pair of black high boots appeared in front of his eyes, Tang Anle widened his eyes and looked up along his legs, from the black robe to the gold-carved dragon head belt to that handsome face... Tang Anle felt his neck His back was a little sour, and his eyes were also a little sour.

"Tang Anle, try again next time we don't see each other again?" Ion Yuan lowered his head and his voice was low.

This squatting Tang Anle made Ion Yuan's heart swell, and his obedient wait made his heart soften.

"Ion Yuan..." Tang Anle pursed his mouth first, and after calling Ion Yuan's name, his eyeballs fell off like beads with a broken thread.

It seems that after coming through the book, the fear of facing the unknown came up at this time, and here he is only Ion Yuan.

Ion Yuan was stunned, this little man dared to cry?

"Get up." Ion Yuan sighed leisurely.

Tang Anle still hugged her knees and squatted, her tears didn't stop, and she cried, "Legs are numb...I can't get up."

Ion Yuan really couldn't laugh, so he bent down and hugged him distressedly, letting Tang Anle lean on himself and slowly.

"Why are you walking so fast, you didn't wait for me, I just turned around and took a flower, and you disappeared as soon as you turned your head..." Tang Anle complained aggrievedly, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Well, it was his fault.

Ion Yuan hugged his waist and patted his back lightly, "Okay, I won't do it next time, don't cry."

"I didn't cry..." Tang Anle didn't want others to remind him when he was crying, so he retorted stiffly.

With a slight smile on his face, Ion Yuan raised his face with curled fingers, scraped off the remaining tears on his cheeks and showed him, and said with a teasing smile on his lips, "Yes, yes, I didn't cry."

"..."

Tang Anle wiped it carelessly by herself, turned around and was about to leave, like an angry child.

Poor and cute.

Ion Yuan suddenly pulled his wrist and walked into the alley.

"What are you doing?" Tang Anle wanted to rely on him right now, so she let him do it.

After arriving in the alley away from the noisy crowd outside, Ion Yuan stood still, his eyes were scorchingly bright even in the dark.

Loud voices could be heard outside.

"Have you finished eating the sugar man?" Ion Yuan asked with downcast eyes.

Why do you ask this all of a sudden?

Only then did Tang Anle feel that his hands were sticky. The sugar figurine had already melted by half, and mixed with his wet tears, it was very sticky.

"I was scared just now. I didn't eat, and it all melted..." Tang Anle raised his right hand, with obvious disappointment on his face.

The sugar solution that melted half of the sugar man slowly flowed through the nails, as if the secret thoughts that were about to be announced to the public were clear and somewhat turbid.

Ion Yuan raised his hand and lowered his head to bite off the remaining sugar man. The sweet and greasy taste of maltose bloomed on his lips, and he kissed Tang Anle.

To share the sweetness and joy of those whose secret thoughts are oppressed in the heart.

Remember to hold hands in the future.