Dressed as a General's Pampered Wife

"General, you have already reported that your meridians have been cut off and your martial arts have been abolished. How can you still..." Yingda frowned, this return to court was planned by Ion Yuan a long time ago.

When he guarded the border well, he could keep Dazhou safe for decades, and when his popularity among the people was growing, it was also when the emperor began to fear him. The government is comprehensive.

It's just, "It's too slow. It's useless if the military power is removed. The soldiers will recognize the man but not the soldier talisman. That one will be jealous after all." Ion Yuan lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, rubbing his thumb against his index finger.

It seemed that everyone was desperate for his life.

But Ion Yuan's life could not be taken away by anyone except himself, Ion Yuan's expression became colder and colder.

The voice seemed to be covered with ice, "Go back and change to another team of hidden guards. You have already failed your duties tonight. Go back to the Yujiao Camp for another month of training."

"……Yes."

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Ion Yuan returned to Xuan Ting Courtyard under the cold moonlight. After hesitating for a moment in front of the wedding room with dimly lit candles and the dark study room on the east side, he walked straight towards the main room and pushed He opened the door and walked into the compartment, took off his robe, scrubbed it with cold water, and walked towards Mutao.

Tang Anle, who was simply wearing an undershirt, slept in a distorted state, her legs were covered with a red brocade quilt, and her hands were twisted in an extremely strange movement.

But after just a few glances, Ion Yuan lay down on the bedside and closed his eyes and fell asleep. There were too many things that happened that day, and the life in the military camp was easier.

The red wedding candles gradually burned out, and a table of candles shed tears.

The dawn breaks, and the dawn appears faintly.

Ion Yuan still maintained his routine in the barracks and woke up early in the morning.

The truth is that he didn't sleep well all night, and it would be difficult for anyone lying next to someone with a poor sleeping condition to fall asleep peacefully.

"Tang Anle, get up." Ion Yuan frowned and threw away his hand on his lower abdomen.

"Don't be noisy... I don't want to read the pharmacology book today, I'm sick..." Tang Anle thought he was at home, and said naturally, without even raising his eyelids, his body twisted and twisted, and he directly clung to him body.

The veins on Ion Yuan's forehead twitched slightly. This person really has no sense of shame. Although he is a married man, he is still a married man. His behavior is frivolous and dissolute. It's really...

"Count to three, I'm sorry, throw it out to test the medicine for Ying Qi."

"!" Drug test? !The word hit Tang Anle's sensitive point and bounced violently.

"Get up?" Ion Yuan rolled over and got out of bed, his tone was cool, if he didn't want to enter the palace today, would he be willing to sleep with this person?

Tang Anle blinked and blinked for a long time before realizing that he was not at home.

"Entering the palace today, be cautious in your words and deeds, I don't think I need to say more." Ion Yuan had already got up and changed into his palace clothes, "Get up and change."

Ion Yuan is a military general, and his palace uniform is a purple dark cloud brocade palace dress. The close-fitting palace robe is full of majesty, without the rudeness of a general, on the contrary, he is heroic.

Tang Anle stared straight again.

"Ahem, I'm getting up now," Tang Anle rubbed his nose and silently climbed out of bed, perplexed at the neatly folded palace clothes that had been delivered by the maid.

"Aren't you a general? Why is there no one around to wait on you? Can you find someone to help me wear it? This dress is so complicated, I haven't worn it..." Tang Anle's cheeky request, the clothes of the ancients are too difficult to wear .

Ion Yuan was helpless, he didn't like to be served by someone close to him, and because of his life habits in the military camp, this Xuan Tingfeng really had no one to get close to him except for a few servants who cleaned the gate.

"It's useless," Ion Yuan said in a distasteful tone, "Stand up and see how you wear it," Ion Yuan picked up the palace gown on the shelf sideways, lowered his head, and put it on him carefully and gently.

Tang Anle looked at him directly, and said suddenly, "Ion Yuan, you look really good."

Ion Yuan gave a hand, and someone said he looks good?Those who knew him either respected him or were afraid of him, not even daring to look at him more, but this little man was fearless.

"Do you know a folk rumor," Ion Yuan helped him tie his belt, straightened the soft purple palace clothes in front of Tang Anle, and said leisurely.

"What rumor?"

"The great general of the country, Ion Yuan, has been stationed at the border all year round. There are very few people who have seen him in the capital of the Zhou Dynasty. Therefore, it is rumored that Ion Yuan has a terrifying face. He is the same as the barbarians outside the country. He cannibalize human flesh and blood, and everyone respects and fears him. , even..." The one in the palace, who had been a book companion since childhood, was originally like a brother, but in the end he became a thorn in the side of that person.

Tang Anle was surprised, and looked at him from side to side, "Although your face is not as approachable as mine, it's not bad, with sharp brows and eyes, and a stinky face... you're also quite handsome, and you look like a man!"

"Heh," Ion Yuan laughed unconsciously when he heard this, raised his eyebrows and said, "I look like a man, you know?"

"..." Tang Anle was speechless.

This person looked serious, but his yellow accent was seamless.

"Okay, let's go, face saint today, and take a rest for two days later." Ion Yuan suddenly stopped laughing and said dryly, but he was annoyed in his heart, why he couldn't control his mouth when facing Tang Anle ?

"Don't go so fast, wait for me," Tang Anle hurriedly followed beside him, "Ion Yuan, did you find out who wanted to kill you last night? Who is going to kill you? Also, today Why do you want to enter the palace? Will it be dangerous? Will it be assassinated..."

Tang Anle's noisy voice rang out without interruption, Ion Yuan pursed his lips, and suddenly stood still at the door of Xuanting Courtyard, allowing Tang Anle behind him to bump into it straight away, causing tears to burst out immediately in pain.

"In the imperial palace, there are ten thousand ways to make people die unclearly. Under totalitarianism, you have no choice. As a spy, don't you know?" Ion Yuan said harshly.

Tang Anle was very timid. Hearing this, he felt that the palace was a scourge, so he shrank his neck and pulled his sleeve with a pale face.

"Then, then you have to protect me."

Ion Yuan's heart moved violently, and he lowered his head and stared at him. He protects the country, protects the Great Zhou Rivers and Mountains, he did it out of his childhood wish, he doesn't care if anyone asks him to do this, but a little It was the first time that the little man asked him to protect him with reddish eyes.

"General, the carriage is ready." A voice pulled back Ion Yuan's thoughts.

"Let's go." Ion Yuan suppressed the strangeness in his heart, but he didn't pull out the sleeve he was holding in Tang Anle's hand.

Tang Anle pursed her lips and followed suit.

How stingy, he insisted on pestering him!

Thinking how extravagant and spacious this carriage would be, Tang Anle was still stunned seeing this crude carriage that could only accommodate two people.

Ion Yuan, who was the first to board the carriage, looked at Tang Anle who was standing stupidly with his head up, sighed silently, bent down and reached out to hook his armpit, and lifted him into the carriage forcefully.