The Male God’s Favorable Impressions Are Difficult to Farm Chapter 42: City

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There are five rounds of the poem meeting. The second round is titled "New Year", so the content of the poem should be festive. It's still a quarter of an hour, collect the pen and hand it in, and then send it out for appreciation.

Emperor Qi may be a habit formed in the palace examination. Seeing the people below who are struggling to write, he couldn't help standing up from his position, walking down from a high position to everyone, and personally checking their poems.

Because of the arrival of Emperor Qi, some people who were not calm enough could not help being nervous, and even more unable to write good poems.

Luo Annian racked his brains only to think of Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri": "The sound of firecrackers is a year old and the spring breeze sends warmth to Tusu. Thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old symbols." Fortunately, Tian Ye Dynasty also had firecrackers and these customs, otherwise he would not be able to take it out. After all, he is the protagonist of the world, so luck must be good.

004 early in the morning told Ye Junge which one Luo Annian chose, and Ye Junge raised his eyebrows. This poem seemed to eulogize the New Deal? Isn't Luo Annian afraid that the emperor will be unhappy with this kind of poem?

Sure enough, when Emperor Qi walked to Luo Annian's side, his face sank slightly. Xiao Jiu even composes poems to praise the "removing the old and welcoming the new". Is he eager to see the crown prince succeeding to the throne?

It's also that Luo Annian didn't figure out the meaning of this poem himself. He only thought it was about the New Year, but he didn't expect it to have a deeper meaning.

Looking at Qidi's slightly pulled face, Luo Annian felt a little uneasy. Is this poem bad? Why was the father unhappy after seeing it?

New Year’s poems themselves are not easy to write. In this sensitive period, the necessary link of removing the old and welcoming the new year has become the emperor’s rebellious scales. If one is not careful, it will be a taboo. Yourself.

What you want to write at this time is in line with the tastes of those in power, you must praise the new year and the old year together, and emphasize that the new year is a continuation of the old year, not a replacement. Moreover, Luo Annian’s poem is a quatrain, and it is obvious that he must choose a quatrain poem to be compared in form. In quatrains and rhymed poems, literati are more inclined to rhymed poems when their attainments are equal. After all, quatrains are not as solemn as rhymed poems.

So Ye Junge chose a relatively familiar poem. After all, he said he would slap her face--

The weather is exhausted, and the weather is harmonious;

New years are added, spring is full of old mountains and rivers.

Mei Liu Fang Rong Si, Song Huang is very old;

Tu Sucheng drunk and laughed at Baiyunwo. (From "Has You Xin Zheng" Ming·Ye Yong)

Everyone nodded slightly. Although there is no mention of New Year and New Year's custom scenes throughout the article, there is a new year's new atmosphere and joyful atmosphere between the lines, which makes people feel very comfortable. And positively praised the "weather harmony" of the old year and the new year, and I heard Qidi Longxin rejoicing. Isn't this just to praise him as a Mingjun and praise Haiyan Heqing?

The smile on your noble monarch’s face grew bigger: "Madame Zhenbei is really amazing. This poem is very good, so she should be the first choice. Xiao Jiu's quatrains have a strong sense of new year, but the poem is slightly inferior in form." At this point, the nobleman paused strangely, and then continued with a smile and said, "The third poem by the young master of the Youxiang family, do you have any objections?"

Qi Di nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, let's be the third round." His face was satisfied, but he didn't know what he thought.

Luo Annian breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Qi Di's face was bad just now because of his dizziness.

Because of the previous incident, Luo Annian didn't bother to worry about this round that he was still the second in ten thousand years, and there were three rounds after that. Sooner or later, Fu Yanqing was pressed down.

The noble monarch continued to ask questions. Then, in the fourth round of the third round, Ye Junge converged slightly, letting Luo Annian get better. The poems he used were not familiar poems and he did it on the spot, so Luo Annian hasn't found anything wrong. After all, Luo Annian is a prince no matter what, he can't completely deny him face.

The final round is the decisive game, Ye Junge and Luo Annian, whoever wins this game is the real top pick. The theme this time is "Plum Blossom", which is the theme of the occasion.

The noble monarch suddenly said: "This gentleman has an idea. This round of poems and paintings are combined and tested together. That is to say, you must paint as required, and then put the poem title on the painting. One person composes a poem, one paints an inscription, and the final comment is divided."

This proposal is very interesting. The drowsy people who listened to the poem were all interested and agreed.

"Then, you can go down to see the process of other people's painting inscriptions, and don't be disturbed." The noble monarch took out different colors of paint, although it is estimated that they will not be used, after all, they are painting plum blossoms and ink. There are more plum red plums and yellow plums, and other colors are rarely used.

In terms of poetry, there are too many poems about plum blossoms, no matter which dynasty they are in, so it is obviously difficult to make novel ideas. Most people are clichés, but the poetry skills are not too good. No shot. So this time, many people are willing to comment on others.

Luo Annian painted his own inscriptions and poems, and so did Ye Junge.

Luo Annian chose the well-known poem by Wang Anshi. This round is no longer being handed over to the nobles for evaluation in advance, but everyone is together. Luo Annian confidently handed the painting to the little **** and held it for everyone to see. His plum blossoms were softer, leaning against the corner of the wall, and there was snow on it. The upper right corner wrote a poem: "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han leaves alone. I know it's not snow, because there is a secret fragrance."

This song "Mei" is known to almost anyone who has gone to school in the original home planet of China. But this poem has a relatively shallow level, as long as it is overwhelmed in the artistic conception, there is no problem.

"Xiao Jiu's poem is pretty good. It emphasizes the whiteness of Xue and Mei. It is not the same as other poems. The painting and the poem also complement each other, which is very good." The prince exclaimed, feeling more and more the person he liked. Sure enough, everything is good.

This compliment is a bit offensive. It overturned a boat. If it was before, no one would dare to be dissatisfied, but now it is different. The status of the prince is dead in name.

Luo Annian didn’t have time to be proud, and Ye Junge said leisurely: “This is a coincidence. His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince thought of a place with me.” Ye Junge turned to look at the eunuch, and said with a smile: “I’m in trouble.” /

The father-in-law didn't dare to even lift up Ye Junge's painting. This painting emphasized the pride of Xuemei. Not far from the plum blossoms, there was an intoxicated figure of plum-appreciating people, who seemed to be able to faintly smell the fragrance. Inscribed poem: "Mei Xue fought for the spring and did not agree to pay, Sao Renge's pen fee review. Mei Xuxunxue is three points white, but the snow loses the plum fragrance." (From "Xuemei Two Songs (Part One)" Song Lu Meipo )

Luo Annian's expression changed. He hadn't heard the first two sentences before, but no matter how ignorant he was, he knew that they were very famous modern sentences. Could it be that Fu Yanqing also wears them? ! But he has hardly heard of his previous poems!

Luo Annian thought secretly, and after deciding to go back, let someone show him the poems that Fu Yanqing had written before. As long as he found one more poem he had seen, he would be able to conclude that Fu Yanqing was just like himself a fake talent. Luo Annian smiled. He didn't believe that Fu Yanqing was really talented. He must be plagiarizing too!

The noble gentleman smiled: "There are no objections to this poem, right? Madame Zhenbei is indeed a wizard who can compete with Jiangnan talents. This "Snow Plum" depicts the characteristics and artistic conception of snow and plum. Xiao Jiu was better than Xiao Jiu, but Xiao Jiu was also considered second. Although this third poem is not new, it has a solid foundation, so I think it should be the young lady of the official secretary who is third. ."

The prince frowned dissatisfied: "Is Mrs. Zhenbei's poem off-topic? He wrote snow and plum, not just plum."

The nobleman calmly retorted: "Nevertheless, the main character is still plum, and the snow is used to set off the plum. What does your Royal Highness think?"

The prince stopped speaking. He saw his grandfather, Mr. Zuo, shaking his head at him.

The noble monarch was in a good mood, and continued: "In this aspect of painting, Mrs. Zhenbei's painting skills are amazing." He glanced at Ye Junge in surprise, "It is possible to be able to interact with Lin Fang, who has been immersed in this way for decades. The master is comparable."

People who don't know how to paint are very surprised. Lin Fang's reputation in the painting world is not a cover, but I want to know that the nobleman will not make fun of this matter, so he has to suppress his doubts.

Ye Junge is quiet, if he doesn't hide his clumsiness, how can Qu Linfang compare with him?

"All of you are very good at calligraphy. Mrs. Zhenbei's words are arrogant. It's amazing that you can see Xuemei's character." The nobleman finished the comment, clapped his hands and laughed, "So, There is no doubt that Mrs. Zhenbei is the ultimate winner, Your Majesty." He turned to look at Emperor Qi.

Qi Di smiled and said: "Since I have promised to win, I will naturally not break my promise. I heard that my mother gave Madam Zhenbei a set of hundreds of children and thousands of grandchildren? If so, then I will also give you a set of hundreds of children and thousands of grandchildren. The dishes, I hope Mrs. Zhenbei will be pregnant with Lin'er as soon as possible."

Ye Junge: ...=Sill=Hold me back, I want to kill the king!

004: ∑(っ°Д°;) You must be calm, Junjun!

"The poem and painting comparison is over, what's next?" Qi Di was aroused and looked forward to the rest of the competition.

"The next one is the music. Princess Anyuan’s guzheng plays very well, but don’t let my lord and your majesty be disappointed." Princess Anyuan’s father Lan Yinghou was collected by your father when he was alive. My disciple, with a gentle personality and good temper, maybe because he feels a lot like himself, the noble monarch loves her very much.

Luo Annian was not mentally minded and could not be distracted to listen to the nobleman's analysis, immersed in his own world until the next round of competition began.

This time, Ye Junge didn't participate anymore, and he was not a performer, so why should he perform in such a way? Anyway, he also found that the piano master of Anyuan County had completely defeated Luo Annian, so he didn't need to do it himself.

Luo Annian failed to get the first place in the remaining competitions. After all, in the original book, he was able to get the first place. The reason for luck and the tricks of the small offense behind him are indispensable. Those who are better than him are either just uncomfortable and didn't participate in the competition or accidentally. The performance is abnormal, and the rest is the tricks of the small attackers, anyway, it is not based on their own ability to win. At this moment, he hurriedly performed the art, and Ye Junge was staring at him. Those people did not have the opportunity to make small moves.

The annual banquet that was supposed to shine seems to be something that Luo Annian is not a martial artist. The only poem that can be obtained is suspicious. After all, many people know that the bad poems of the Nine Princes are vaguely known, except for him. The little attackers who were fainted, the rest of them were very puzzled even if they didn't say anything, but they couldn't think of the reason. In full view, Luo Annian did not cheat in his poems, unless he had guessed the title in advance and asked someone to memorize it. It seems very possible to think about it this way. After all, the questions that the nobleman put forward are all suitable, so it is easy to guess.

No one suspected that the nobleman helped him cheat, after all, everyone knew what the nobleman was.

After the New Year's banquet, Ye Junge missed his family's man very rarely. Maybe it was because he was stimulated by the husband of Zhennan at the New Year's banquet. Perhaps it was the atmosphere of family reunion during the New Year that made him feel very lonely.

Ye Junge was sitting alone in the pavilion drinking, and Xiaoxue, which had stopped in the afternoon, began to swell again in the middle of the night. When the wind blew, he was caught in the pavilion without shelter, some fell on the hair, some touched the clothes And cheeks melted.

The young man was rushed by him to wait in the corridor. He was originally asked to rest, but he refused and insisted on guarding. Ye Junge simply gave him the hand warmer, wearing a fox fur and a cool single inside. It was not uncomfortable to have mental power to protect the body.

The young man stared at him all the time, for fear that something might happen to his master.

【Junjun, if you want him, go to see him, you can buy a one-time round-trip teleportation charm, but the contribution value needed to purchase the penalty coupon is doubled. ] 004 can't stand it anymore, once again persuade.

Ye Junge lowered his head to look at the unremaining flask, put it aside, and finally nodded: ‘Okay. ’

Back to the house, I sent off the little servant who wanted to watch the night, locked the door, took out the transmission symbol and determined the location of Mo Yuanling's room based on the system database, and clicked directly to transmit.

Mo Yuanling was drunk alone in the house. He has always had a good amount of alcohol, but today he gets drunk easily. It is estimated that he misses too much, and he is not intoxicated.

Ye Junge turned around and locked the door of the room, and extinguished a few candles, leaving only the small lamp on the bedside.

"Daughter-in-law..." Mo Yuanling lay on the table and squinted at the busy figure of the man. This is an illusion...

"Hmm." Ye Junge didn't bother to care about him during the Chinese New Year. He went up to pick him up and put him on the bed.

Mo Yuanling: ...the daughter-in-law is as tough as ever in the dream _(:3」∠)_ can't she be weak once? !

——Pull the light——

Early in the morning, Ye Junge sat up reluctantly, and the stinging pain under his body made him frown. He glanced at the mess in the room helplessly. He didn't have any extra effort to clean up, and directly exchanged contribution points. A one-time cleaning technique restores the room to its original state.

Destroying his torn clothes and destroying the corpse, took a set of clothes and put on again, Ye Junge looked at the dead lover who was sleeping on the bed, touched the bandage on his arm, bowed his head distressedly After kissing the corner of his mouth, he pressed the teleportation charm and returned to his room.

Mo Yuanling woke up and recalled the ecstasy scene in his dream last night. There was a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment in his heart, and he was dazed for a long time before trying to cheer up.

Luo Annian went back and smashed a lot of things angrily, and then called the dark guard sent to him by the prince's brother and asked him to find all the poems of Fu Yanqing to show him.

The next morning he got what he wanted, and turned over one by one, without any words and phrases that made him feel familiar. Is it really a coincidence last night? Or did he remember it wrong, but the sentence is similar?

Luo Annian was puzzled, but he still didn't plan to let Ye Junge go. What about the fellow passing through? Block his way, he will not let him go.

Time flies quickly. In the beginning of spring, there is a custom of going to temples in Tianye, and the ladies in Kyoto like to go to Pei'an Temple outside the city.

Generally, men in the family go with a family, even if the family is not favored, the young lady and the son are eligible to participate. Of course, only the side room and the favored aunt can go to the concubine. Don't think about it, girl.

Mo Yuan Lingyuan was outside the Guan, and he had no concubine room and children. He was an orphan himself. He was a child who was slipped back from Sebeiti by the Old Town North General. Both his parents died under the Huns. After the death of General Old Zhenbei, he had no relatives. In previous years, I went to the temple by myself, but this year it was Ye Junge's turn to go alone.

The little servant was busy helping the housekeeper to clean up things. On the first day of the spring, Pei’an Temple would be reserved by the royal family, and Ye Junge and Mrs. Zhenxi’s family had gained grace because their husbands were fighting outside. They can go together today, and save the other The rich and powerful families are crowded together, anyway, these two families are few. Mrs. Zhenxi has been married for many years. Due to the lack of gatherings, there is only one son under her knees who is only seven years old. She has a small body and is very strong. I heard that she has been practicing martial arts for several years, and she is inspiring to ask her father to join the army to help his father. . General Zhenxi also had no concubines, and his parents died early, so they were just two people here.

Ye Junge was dragged by him to talk, and the little boy followed calmly beside him, without the slightest impatience.

"Ling Lang can hold his breath and bear the boredom." Ye Junge glanced at him. The child looked promising, and he was definitely not in the pool when he grew up.

Mrs. Zhenxi patted her son on the head: "He knows that I am always lonely at home, so he easily refuses to leave me for half a step. He is a good and filial child."

Ye Junge smiled and nodded: "Good boy." Can't help but want to tease him: "You are going to fight with your dad in the future, but will you leave your prince? In case your prince is lonely again What should I do?"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, frowned for a while, and looked up at him: "When the time comes, my father can retreat to be with the father."

Ye Junge chuckled: "What if your father goes to the battlefield to step back?"

The little boy couldn't help it. He turned his head and looked at Mrs. Zhenxi, struggling very much. He wanted to become a hero like his father, but he didn't want to leave the monarch.

Mrs. Zhenxi shook her head: "What are you doing to shake him like this?"

"Oh, I just put this fact before his eyes in advance." Ye Junge rubbed the little guy's head, "Listen, boy, you should grow up quickly, and then marry a good-tempered wife Son, let him give you some big fat boys. With your daughter-in-law and son, your father will not be lonely."

The little boy paused and nodded: "I see! Thank you Fu Zhengjun!"

Madam Zhenxi is speechless: "...Yanqing, you are enough."

Ye Junge laughed and waved his hand: "I'll go ahead and walk slowly. The scenery here is pretty good. Let the little guy take a good look. You can't see it when you go to the west."

I went to the main hall to burn incense, and when I came out, I happened to see the noble monarch and the concubines coming from a distance. Ye Junge, who didn't want to kneel and salute, walked out of the side door quickly.

"Zhengjun?" The young man panted and followed Ye Junge back to the forest, but Ye Junge stopped suddenly.

Ye Junge waved his hand to let him leave: "I will walk by myself."

The young man wrinkled his face and looked at him disapprovingly. He really couldn't help him, so he had to leave first.

‘What’s wrong? I just heard the reminder of 004 ​​suddenly.

[Luo Annian found someone to wait at the pavilion in Houlin. He wanted to lead you over and let that person force you, and then the person he arranged would bring others to catch the rape. Even if this strategy fails, there will be a lake next to the pavilion, which will push you down. Fu Yanqing will not swim anyway, and then wait for everyone to come and push you to rescue you again. You have intimate contact with other men. Being seen by other people can be regarded as ruining your reputation. When your man comes back, he will naturally dislike you. 】

Ye Junge sneered: "It's really a vulgar method. Since he arranged so much carefully, how can we help him? Where is he now? ’

[He was afraid of accidents, so he kept hiding near the pavilion. 】

‘He’s the only one? ’

[Yes, the others were sent away by him. 】

Ye Junge raised his foot and walked over to the pavilion. There was no one in the pavilion, but he sensed a person hiding behind the rockery next to the pavilion, and another person hiding further away.

He walked into the pavilion and sat down, quietly waiting for the arranged person to take action.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for the people behind the rockery to rush up in twos or twos. Ye Junge slammed the stone table and jumped open, raised his hand to catch his veins, and pointed his other hand directly on his acupuncture point. I can't move.

Ye Junge is not actually using acupuncture points. After all, this body has no internal power, but mental power is concentrated on the fingertips. He just touched the veins that invaded him, temporarily locking his ability to move and speak.

Luo Annian, who was hiding in the distance, was stunned. Didn’t Fu Yanqing know how to martial arts? ! Just now he consciously came to Hou Lin and entered the forest. He didn't even need someone he arranged to come out and lead him over. He wanted God to help me, but turned around in minutes? !

The man who attacked was also very broken in his heart, which is different from the script.

Ye Junge came slowly to Luo Annian who was stunned, and smiled badly: "Have you been having fun with His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince?"

Luo Annian stared at him blankly, opened his mouth, could not make any sound, did not know what to say, so he closed it again.

Ye Junge picked him up and said with a cruel smile: "Enjoy." Then he walked to the lake and threw him down.

In early spring, it was still very cold, not to mention that it was in the mountains. The temperature was even lower. The lake water was like ice water, making people's hands and feet stiff. Luo An can swim every year, but no matter how he thumps, every time he is about to go ashore, he will be kicked down by Ye Junge again, watching him as he is dying and struggling with a smile.

Another forgotten man froze in the pavilion anxiously, his eyes cast aside, if something happened to the Ninth Prince, he wouldn't want to live anymore. His Royal Highness would definitely kill him!

After playing for a while, Luo Annian was already running out of energy. Swimming was already exhausting. What's more, Luo Annian was so spoiled, the lake was so cold and the heat on his body dissipated quickly. The thick clothes originally worn to keep warm absorbed water and became heavy. Luo Annian felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, and the stroke of the water gradually became smaller.

Ye Junge condensed under his feet and flew over the water with his mental strength, lifted the person up, and carried him to the shore to let him blow cold wind, regardless of whether he would be cold or not.

‘Where did he arrange to catch the rape? Why haven't you come yet? Ye Junge asked impatiently.

[It’s coming soon, Jun Jun. 】

Ye Junge listened carefully to the movement there, and finally a voice came.

Ye Junge smiled at His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, who was lying on the ground like a dead fish, panting, and he shuddered: "You...what do you want...for?"

"Of course, don't let your highness your arrangement be invalidated." Ye Junge carried his collar and threw the person into the lake again.

Luo Annian:...qwq Ma Ma! The ancients are terrible! I want to go home!

Man:...You have to end up with hemp eggs! Don't even think about living if you die!

Ye Junge turned and left leisurely, Luo Annian breathed a sigh of relief and tried to swim to the shore, but he had spent too much effort before, and he could only paddle in place to prevent himself from sinking. After Ye Junge moved away, he moved his fingers, and the mental power of the big man slowly dissipated. He didn't care that his whole body was still a little stiff, so he quickly jumped into the water and rescued Luo Annian. This scene happened to be seen by the people who came over.

The stiffness of the big man has not yet receded, and he was easily caught by several princes. Because Luo Annian’s previous arrangements were only known to him and the few people involved, even the prince only knew what he planned to do and didn’t know the details. The prince didn’t know that the prince had sent him to protect Luo Annian. Seeing that he was about to run, he quickly caught him, and he didn’t show any mercy.

Luo Annian was frightened and stupid, and he didn't expect to plead with the big man. Now it is himself that is damaged by his reputation. Although he has never had a good reputation, the rumors are different from seeing them with his own eyes.

Ye Junge looked from a distance, then turned and left. He didn't worry at all that Luo Annian and the big man would confess himself, let alone whether everyone believed that the weak Fu Yanqing could beat the big man with martial arts, even Luo Annian's temperament did not believe that he was innocent. Besides, they can definitely find out that the big man is the guard sent by the prince, and Fu Yanqing will be able to fight even without class. Not only could it not be beaten, but the guard and rescue the prince was a logical step. Everyone would believe that Luo Annian slipped into the water by himself.

If it succeeded according to the original plan, Luo Annian didn't want to explain how he would explain that the **** the prince sent to him not only was not by his side, but ran to Hou Lin and happened to rescue Mrs. Zhenbei who fell into the water. Things that are too coincidental are not coincidences, they must be tricky.

As he expected, Luo Annian’s brain was not clear from the series of changes. When others asked him what was going on, he kept saying that Fu Yanqing had thrown him into the water, and that Fu Yanqing had defeated the prince’s brother gave him. The guard spoke upside-down, as if a lunatic attack had occurred.

"Xiao Jiu, you are frozen by the lake, and your mind is unconscious. You are about to block his mouth. Didn't you see him having a fever and talking nonsense?" The queen mother coldly swept a court lady beside her, and the little court lady frightened He had to quickly find a clean veil and cover his mouth.

The identity of the big man has also been tortured. Although he also said that Fu Yanqing did it, he was exposed by the nobleman in a few words: "This man is in love with Xiao Jiu's master and servant, helping the master to frame people. I don’t know how to find a credible statement. I know that Mrs. Zhenbei suppressed Xiao Jiu Yi at last year’s banquet and made him very upset, but people rely on real talent to learn, and Xiao Jiu is really too small."

Several princes frowned dissatisfied, and asked to vindicate Luo Annian.

"Enough!" The queen mother glanced around, and the princes did not dare to say any more. On weekdays, the empress dowager is very prestigious in the palace, and Qidi has a deep relationship with her mother and son, and feels that the queen is very sorry for her, so no one except the queen dare to choke with her. These princes have not been able to see her since they were young, and have been reprimanded many times, and now they dare not make mistakes even when they grow up.

"Today's matter is that Xiao Jiu fell into the water at the moment. This guard dragged it down and went back to the palace."

"Yes..."

This matter was deliberately not sealed by the Queen Mother, so there was a lot of rumors from the outside. Some people said that the Nine Princes were ominous people. If you go to worship a Buddha, you can fall into the water. It must be that the Buddha did not want to see him; some people say that the Nine Princes might I was in a private meeting with the guard in Houlin, and I heard someone coming and fell into the water. Some people said that the Ninth Prince wanted to pretend to fall into the water and said that Mrs. Zhenbei pushed him into the water when he just passed by, but he knocked after falling into the water. At the end, so when the complaint was made, the preface was not followed, but it seemed that he was talking crazy. No matter how it spreads outside, Luo Annian’s reputation is completely ruined. After he fell into the water, he was rescued by the guards, and his reputation was damaged. It is estimated that no one would want to marry him. Even if he was married by the emperor’s order, he would not be spoiled. It's just for the sake of it, not to shorten his food and clothing, don't think about other things.

Luo Annian later heard the rumors and wanted to commit suicide with shame. He was stopped by several princes. The princes quickly sent someone to block the rumors, but everyone knew it well. How could Luo Annian really want to commit suicide? He was not the ancients who valued chastity more than anything, but just acting.

While Ye Junge was watching the theater, the news of the truce finally came.

His man is coming back.

When Mo Yuanling came back, the sky was very beautiful. Although there was no sun, the cloudy sky with breeze like this was Ye Junge's favorite weather.

He stood among the people and watched from a distance the confident and powerful man in armor, riding a strong war horse, followed by soldiers returning triumphantly.

The solemn atmosphere and uniform movements, although there are only a few dozen people, but through them, you can see how the army stationed ten miles away from the capital is like-if you ignore one of the front, it is obviously not a Han As for the guy, this person should be an envoy sent by the Huns.

Ye Junge scrutinized his body carefully, he was relieved, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

The common people stood on both sides spontaneously, leaving a wide passage for the soldiers who had returned. They were deeply excited. Most of them had family members in this army.

Mo Yuanling rode a horse and brought his guards here. The horse trot, not fast, so that the surrounding people could clearly see the appearance of dozens of people, looking for their relatives.

Mo Yuanling's guards are not children of the military commander's family, they are all soldiers who stand out among the common people.

Suddenly, Mo Yuan Ling Zongma accelerated, and the guards behind him followed closely.

Ye Junge watched the man staring at him affectionately, ran close quickly, then slowed down again, got close, and hugged himself on the horse.

The surrounding people exclaimed, and then someone recognized Ye Junge's identity: "That's Mrs. General!" The people were as happy as anything, cheering, and looked at them with blessed eyes.

Ye Junge sat sideways in front of the man, pressed tightly in his arms, moved around, and found that he was held tighter: "What are you doing?"

"Don't move, let me hug." Mo Yuanling buried his face in his hair, took a deep breath, and kissed him hard, "I want to die!"

The cheers of the people around became even louder, and Mo Yuanling’s deputy Da Ma came over and laughed: "Hey, my sister-in-law! Our general misses the tea and rice you want every day, so we have to fight the Xiongnu hard to ease Lovesick hahaha.” While talking, ran away, for fear of being caught by Mo Yuanling and tidying up.

The messenger exclaimed in fluent Chinese: "The general and his wife have a good relationship!"

Ye Junge smiled lightly, looked at the reddish pinna of his own man, raised his head and kissed his chin, and said softly: "I miss you very much."

Mo Yuanling's eyes lit up, and Ye Junge slowly added a few words: "On New Year's Eve."

Mo Yuanling was disappointed for a while, and then smiled happily: "I know Madam, you are just ashamed to say, you must have been thinking of me, just like me." The man groaned. He rubbed his lover's face with the stubble, and received a thump.

"You **** want to poke me to death?! How long have you not shaved?!"

Mo Yuanling smirked and changed the subject: "Madam, I dreamed of you on New Year's Eve."

Ye Junge sneered: "Dreaming about making love with me? Lust."

Mo Yuanling coughed. Madam really knows him, all she knows_(:3」∠)_