The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 2 Red and White Collision
Yan Kangping was frightened by Yan Qing's brutality.

Madman, madman!
"You, you put the gun down, if you have anything to say, let's, let's talk about it, talk about it."

Yan Kangping smiled apologetically, carefully arched his back away from the point of the gun, and said in a low voice.

"Say it well?" Yan Qing's lips curled up, repeating these three words.

Yan Kangping was overjoyed: "Yes, yes. They are all from my own family, so there is nothing we can't discuss. Big deal, big deal me, I'll come back in two days?"

Yan Qing was even more murderous, and the tip of the spear was sent forward suddenly: "This is what you want to say?!"

"I won't demolish the mourning hall! I won't demolish it! Let me go! Let's just pretend that this never happened and let me go!"

Yan Kangping was so frightened by the sharp spear that he closed his eyes and yelled again and again.

The tip of the gun paused, Yan Qing felt regretful in his heart, retracted the gun and put it on the ground, the veins in the hand holding the gun were bulging, the palm was wet, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Get out!"

"Yan Shilang, please!"

Liu Zhao sneered, raised his hand and pointed at the door.

Yan Kangping snorted angrily, but his legs were weak and he couldn't move, and finally he was carried out of the door by his servant with a dark face.

Watching Yan Kangping disappear from his field of vision, Yan Qing's eyes suddenly went dark and he fell down, unconscious.

This faint is the whole night.

Five days later.

The gongs and drums blare in front of the street, and the red wedding procession lined up from the street to the end of the street. Children along the street are scrambling for wedding coins tied with red strings, laughing and cursing, and speaking auspicious words loudly.

The Zhenxihou Mansion with the white lanterns in Chinese characters for laying a memorial ceremony for it is incompatible with this festive occasion.

"Miss……"

Yan Qing's personal maid Tsing Yi stood behind her uneasily, watching her respectfully kowtow and offer incense.

Yan Qing helped his mother, Yan Qinshi, whose face was full of tears, and looked at Wu Zhu: "When the period of death is over, sir, you can sing spiritual words."

Wu Zhu glanced at the Yan Qin family, and from the corner of the eye sneaked a glance at the big red sedan chair passing by the door of the Marquis Mansion, and asked hesitantly, "Isn't it inappropriate to wake up at this time for King Su's wedding today?"

"My father and brother fought and died for the country all their lives, in exchange for Wu'an, the country and the people, and they enjoy wealth and wealth. My father and brother did not live a stable life when they were alive, but now they are dead, but can't they even be buried as scheduled?"

Although doubtful, Yan Qing said it sonorously.

Wu Zhu was filled with desolation, no longer hesitated, turned around and began to sing.

Two families living next to each other, one red and one white, stood on both sides of the street, a bright red sedan chair carried eight times and two black coffins carried four times went out at the same time.

In the silence, there seems to be an invisible barrier separating the two worlds of sorrow and joy.

Joy and sorrow sounded at the same time, breaking the invisible barrier.

The two people looked at each other and stopped at the same time.

Su Wang Wen Zhemao saw Yan Qing holding the tablet of her eldest brother Yan Xiu, standing beside Yan Qinshi, her complexion paled by the yellowish filial piety clothes, but she didn't let anyone help her.

But she stood there, steady and stable, without any sign of serious injury, nor the grief of bereavement.Her spine was as straight as a gun, and she couldn't see a bit of distress.

Wen Zhemao got off his horse, walked to the gate of Hou's mansion, and said respectfully: "Mrs. Hou, General Yan, please mourn."

Yan Qinshi nodded in salute: "Thank you, Lord, for your comfort."

Yan Jiajun saw that Wen Zhemao was quite acquainted, he knew how to greet him, and the anger in his heart because of getting married today also subsided somewhat.

King Su's marriage came first, but Lord Hou's accident came later. In theory, His Royal Highness Su Wang can't be blamed for this incident.

Looking at the virtuous and obedient Wen Zhemao, Yan Qing tightened his hand holding the tablet, and his heart was full of anger.

He was so hypocritical in his previous life. After Yan Ling'er humiliated him, he came to ask for warmth, saying that he had no power in his hands, and he could not compete with Yan Kangping, who had the military power in Xijiang, and had to be controlled by a woman named Yan Ling'er. mother.

It's ridiculous that I really believed his nonsense, worked hard for him, worked hard for him, won the military power in northern Xinjiang and gave it to him, and helped him ascend to the throne, only then did I see clearly what kind of corruption was hidden under this gentle and humble face darling!

She was really blinded by lard, and she didn't expect that all of this was just planned by him!
"I can't bear His Highness's condolences."

Yan Qing took a step forward to protect Yan Qinshi behind him, staring coldly at Wen Zhemao who was wearing a red wedding dress.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your noble hand, so that your father-in-law did not forcefully demolish the mourning hall of my father and brother."

Yan Qing's voice was not loud, but it was loud.

The army of the Yan family, who had just changed their views on King Su, suddenly became angry.

Thinking of Yan Kangping's shamelessness that day, and looking at the red team behind Wen Zhemao, the anger burned directly from Yan Kangping to Wen Zhemao.

Wen Zhemao's eyes changed.

He didn't have much contact with this Yan Qing, but she targeted her like this, could it be that Yan Kangping, that idiot, leaked something?
No, what did the stupid things Yan Kangping did have anything to do with him?
I don't know it.

"Xiao Wang wonders why Little General Yan made such a statement?" Wen Zhemao pretended to be puzzled and asked.

"Your Highness doesn't know?" Yan Qing sneered, "The waiter Yan is really courageous. A mere fifth-rank servant dares to forcibly demolish the mourning hall of meritorious people like my father and brother."

Yan Qing deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "不依不得". Although he didn't say it clearly, he seemed to have said everything, making people involuntarily turn their attention to Wen Zhemao.

Yan Kangping wanted to refute, but saw Yan Qing's eyes like a knife.The freshly scabbed wound on his chest was filled with another chill, and his rebuttal words suddenly choked in his throat, causing his face to turn blue.

Wen Zhemao's eyes turned cold: "I don't know that Shilang Yan would do such a thing."

"It's all my minister's fault, it's my minister who lost his head." Yan Kangping quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

idiot!

Incompetent bungler.

Wen Zhemao's eyes were cold.

If he didn't see that he still had a chance to inherit the title of Marquis of Zhenxi, how could he marry such a fool?

Looking at Yan Qing again, Wen Zhemao suppressed the hostility in his eyes, and said gently and humbly: "This matter is wrong with Sir Yan, and I hope Mrs. Hou and General Yan will have a large number of adults. For Xiaowang's sake, forgive Sir Yan. After all, Sir Yan The servant is also Lord Hou's eldest brother, they are all a family, and they will live under the same roof in the future, so don't hurt your friendship."

Wen Zhemao said this to Yan Qinshi, and deliberately emphasized the word "family".

He understands that Yan Qing is a soft-hearted person, and now that she believes that she has offended her, she will not give herself face.

The Yan Qin family was different, a weak woman who lost her son and husband, and only had one daughter, would definitely worry about her future.

Yan Qin's eyebrows frowned, and seeing Wen Zhemao again made her a little more dissatisfied, but she really had to worry about her daughter's future: "Qing'er..."

"Your Highness's words are really boring."

Yan Qing interrupted Yan Qinshi's words, did not give her a chance to persuade her, and unceremoniously refuted Wen Zhemao's face, "Yan Shilang separated from my father as early as the beginning of his grandfather's death. The house that can be moved has been moved into his house, how can it be considered a family?"

(End of this chapter)