Dressed as a General's Pampered Wife

"What kind of breakfast do you have, I'll kiss you and you'll be full!" Tang Anle raised his neck and pecked him.

The wet and cool touch on the lips came over, and Ion Yuan pursed his lips, looking down at him, such a clever trick Tang Anle used to use.

"Tang Anle, how many times have I said that if you don't eat breakfast, you will be punished by me..." Ion Yuan raised his mouth slightly, and his tone was drawn out.

"I know, I know, so don't say it!" Tang Anle hastily stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. The last time he forgot to eat breakfast, it was because Ion Yuan tossed and tossed on the bed for a while, and finally fed him a bowl while he was in a daze. Porridge down.

"It seems that I forgot the lesson from last time. It's okay, I can go to the general's mansion today," Ion Yuan leaned back, looking at Tang Anle with eyes that seemed to be able to eat people.

Tang Anle swallowed, and his scalp tightened when he was watched by Ion Yuan. Although, although it was quite comfortable, Ion Yuan's staying power was too strong. Every time his small body was tossed, it was about to fall apart, or his back hurt. Yes, so it is better to do less or less.

"Ion Yuan, let me tell you something." Tang Anle said seriously with a bitter face.

"What's the matter?" Ion Yuan leisurely brought a cup of hot tea to his mouth, sipping it one mouthful at a time.

"I've done too much of this, and I'm easy to let go." Tang Anle tried to let Ion Yuan know the importance of this matter.

"Pfft-" Ion Yuan couldn't guard against it, and a mouthful of tea that hadn't been drunk suddenly spewed out of his mouth.

It just splashed on the clothes on Tang Anle's chest, and got wet. Tang Anle looked down at his wet clothes, and looked up at Ion Yuan's changed expression, feeling complicated.

This ion yuan talks a lot, it seems that this attainment is not high enough.

Tang Anle thought regretfully.

Ion Yuan hesitated to speak, put the teacup back on the low table on the carriage, and flicked the tea on Tang Anle's body, it was the first time he lost his composure like this.

Tang Anle is really good.

The carriage suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and after a long time, Ion Yuan said, "I feel, cough, it's okay these few days, do you have any discomfort?"

Ion Yuan pressed his fist to his lips and asked in a low voice.

Tang Anle didn't feel ashamed to talk about the things in the room, so she tilted her head and thought for a while, "Then do you feel comfortable?"

Ion Yuan's ears were reddish, and he looked at Tang Anle angrily and amusedly. This Tang Anle looked innocent and indifferent, but he had the courage to ask him such a question, really...

"You want me to take you to Fa-rectification on the spot?" Ion Yuan's voice was slightly hoarse, and he turned his face away from looking at him, for fear that seeing him would make him angry.

"No, no, I want to say, you are comfortable now, but it may not be so in the future. The man's part is not for Cheng Huan's use, and it will be bad for your health after a long time," Tang Anle said in words that Ion Yuan could understand said to him.

In fact, he wouldn't say that he was afraid of being loose...

Ion Yuan fell into deep thought when he heard these words, he frowned and touched his chin before nodding.

nod?Tang Anle is confused, what does this mean? Do you understand the meaning of temperance?

Tang Anle felt secretly refreshed.

A child can be taught, so he returned to the general's mansion after a long journey, and he must be able to sleep well!

……

A group of people hurried and hurried, and finally arrived in the capital city before the sun set.

Ion Yuan and his group returned to the General's Mansion, while Yi Yunqu, who had parted ways, rode his horse towards the gate of the palace. His smiling face in the past when he was unrestrained in the past was frowning in the wind. Hong, who is above ten thousand people and ninety-five years old, has kept many things from him.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Mu Shaohong was sitting in front of the book table, with a bowl of clear black medicine in front of him, and a bottle of incense burner with green smoke rising beside the table. Frowning and coughing lightly, he was about to pick up the medicine and drink it.

Eunuch Zhang hurried in from outside, stood in front of the desk, bent slightly and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Shang Shu returned today and Mr. Yi has arrived. He is now asking to see His Majesty outside. Would His Majesty let you in?"

"Yi Yunqu?" Mu Shaohong put the medicine back quickly with his hands, a little joy appeared in his brows and eyes, and he frowned again, "The sun is almost setting, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to catch up with the palace gate guards?" ?” In such a hurry, I’m afraid I know something?

"Then Your Majesty, do you want this old slave to go and tell your lord to go back to the mansion first?" Eunuch Zhang asked.

Mu Shaohong tapped the desk a few times with his slender fingers, and was about to say, "Let him in..."

"Lord Yi, Lord Yi, the emperor is not feeling well and is resting. You haven't obtained His Majesty's permission, so you can't come in..." A few panicked female voices slowly approached, and Yi Yunqu waited outside for a while, feeling troubled in his heart. Straight into it.

The first few court ladies who were not as tall as his shoulders stretched out their hands to stop him, but Yi Yunqu's strides were so fast and aggressive that no one could stop him.

After crossing the threshold and crossing the door, he walked straight towards Mu Shaohong, and stopped before the wide log collapsed.

A few court ladies stood at a loss, and were about to kneel down to plead guilty, but Mu Shaohong waved his hand to signal and retreated.

Eunuch Zhang kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and quietly retreated, leaving only two people in Nuo Da's side hall.

Mu Shaohong sat cross-legged on the wooden platform, and in front of him was a low table standing on the wooden platform. Looking at Yi Yunqu with a serious face, he smiled slightly, "You're here."

The voice was as soft as a whisper in the ear.

Yi Yunqu's heart was complicated. Looking at Mu Shaohong who was only a few steps away from him sitting on the wooden slum, he felt that there was a huge gap between the two of them. He looked wantonly at his clear face, which was so pale that there was not even a trace of blood. Thinking of this In the past few years, Mu Shaohong has secretly done so many things that are not good for him. He is the one who has been wronged the most, but he still smiles at him.

"Your Majesty, you..." Yi Yunqu kept suppressing his anger when he came back from Changwei Mountain, and it didn't diminish even half of it all the way back, but after he really stood here, he realized that he was speechless. I don't know what qualifications I have to vent my anger.

Between the monarch and his ministers, one should follow the emperor's order and devote oneself to death.

Yi Yunqu sighed inwardly.

Mu Shaohong seemed to see through what he was thinking, waved at him, and said warmly, "Come and sit, what do you want to say, just ask what you want."

Yi Yunqu had a pair of peach blossom eyes, romantic and affectionate, not smiling was three points more than smiling, his heart was full of fire, and his face would not show any displeasure, walked over, sat down on the side of the desk, and looked at the book in front of the desk. Yaowan suddenly frowned.

"What did the Empress Dowager do?" Ion Yuan frowned and asked displeasedly, forgetting to say the honorific title in such a hurry.

Mu Shaohong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly, and looked at him, "No, I'm already in poor health. This medicine was taken by the Tai Hospital to recuperate my body. It's useless to drink it, but those old men still endure it every day. I thought it might be the words of the Empress Dowager, deliberately letting them boil such a bitter medicine to make me suffer."