The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 48 Two-Phase Threat
All the people in Shanhai's courtyard were stunned by Si Yan's words, and Yan Qing was even more foggy.

What is this man crazy about?

Before she understood Si Yan's purpose, Si Jian spoke again: "If the general despises a certain status and status and is not worthy of the general's marriage, a certain person doesn't mind marrying the general."

Yan Qing: "???!!!"

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Yan Qing's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily, "It's really sick!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and entered his room, and slammed the door shut with a "bang dong".

Si Yan raised his foot forward, but was stopped by Hong Zhuang at the door: "He who knows the current affairs is a gentleman, so stay where you are cool! You should be very clear, if you really annoy my general, you can sue your master. It is not impossible to kill you first."

Si Zhan raised his eyes to look at Hong Zhuang, who stared at him expressionlessly, his slightly lifted phoenix eyes were radiant with a cold light similar to the light armor on her body.

Si Zhan chuckled, and was about to speak, but saw Hong Zhuang take a step forward, with her hand on the saber at her waist.

Now Si Yan couldn't laugh anymore, this man was obviously serious and didn't intend to give in, if he forced his way through the door, his blood would be splashed on the spot!
While thinking, Si Yan narrowed his eyes, glanced at the door behind Hongzhuang, and took a step back.

But Hong Zhuang was obviously not satisfied with Si Xun's step back, and pressed harder and harder.

So much so that Si Zhan had no choice but to step back step by step, until his heels stepped on the ground, and he stepped back down the short ladder behind him and stood in the courtyard. Hongzhuang stopped in front of the corridor and called someone over: "Take this gentleman to the guest room to rest. .”

Si Zhan stood rooted in the courtyard, not planning to go with the maidservant.

Hongzhuang put her hands on the hilt of the sword, clasped the hilt with her fingertips, and confronted him condescendingly, refusing to budge.

By the time the noon sun passed, Yan Qing had already treated the wound, and after lunch, the two of them were still facing each other like this.

In the end, Si Yan might have been numb to his feet, and subconsciously swayed his feet, but when he looked up, he saw Hongzhuang standing motionless like a mountain, which immediately made him feel a little nervous.

Are these soldiers freaks?

Just after noon, Si Yan was tired, hungry and thirsty, and really couldn't stand still, he gritted his teeth bitterly: "You are ruthless!"

After speaking, he stretched his feet and limped to the guest room.

Hong Zhuang then turned around and stood back at Yan Qing's door, but was called in by Yan Qing.

"Sure enough, lunatics have to be cured by fools, and you can do it with red makeup!"

Yan Qing pressed the sore eyebrows, and felt that the bad breath in his heart was finally smoothed out, "You have been hungry all morning, hurry up and eat something."

While Yan Qing was speaking, he set up the bowls and chopsticks, beckoned Hong Zhuang to sit down at the table, and watched Hong Zhuang eat with a refreshed look.

Seeing that Si Yan was deflated just now, she got a little angry, and ate two extra bowls of rice, and now she was feeling overwhelmed.

Hong Zhuang had just served the bowl and hadn't eaten yet, but the door of Yan Qing's room was slammed open, revealing Si Yan's distraught face at the door.

Before Si Yan stepped in, Hong Zhuang, who was sitting at the table just now, had already arrived at the door, and the saber at his waist was suddenly unsheathed!
Si Yan retreated subconsciously in shock, his face turned green, but he didn't dare to move, or even speak.

Hongzhuang's sword lay across his neck, and the cold air on the sharp blade pressed against his skin, making him dare not even take a heavy breath.

"Red makeup."

Yan Qing said in a deep voice, "Retract the sword."

Hong Zhuang glanced at Si Yan, took a step back, and withdrew the sword back into its sheath.

As soon as the sword was withdrawn, Si Yan suddenly gasped violently, covering his neck with both hands, glaring at Hong Zhuang, but did not dare to move forward.

This made Yan Qing even more confused.

She knew that Si Zhan cherished his life, but in his last life he was too calm to die, which really had nothing to do with cherishing his life.It seems that he has already achieved his purpose of coming to this world, so he doesn't care about it when he is dying.

In other words, he was afraid of death until he achieved a certain goal.

What made him feel "worth it" in his previous life?
After much deliberation, she could only think of helping Wen Zhemao ascend the throne.

Except for this matter itself, Si Yan doesn't seem to be interested in other things, other people, even Wen Zhemao himself.

Not for any fame or gain, but only support a prince to become emperor itself, as the most worthwhile goal in life?

It was so far-fetched, so eerie.

But if it falls on Si Yan, it doesn't seem unreasonable.

Weird thinking is always difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Si Zan, who was blocked by Hong Zhuang from the door, stared at Hong Zhuang for a while, then glanced in, and saw Yan Qing looking at him thoughtfully, his heart suddenly vigilant, and a dark light flashed in his narrow peach eyes.

"What's your business?"

Yan Qing asked very impatiently.

Such a reaction made Si Yan calm down even more.

The attitude is wrong.

Glancing at Yan Qing's room, apart from her and Hong Zhuang, there was no third person.

Si Yan's eyelids drooped, and the eyeballs rolled under the eyelids.

Her frivolous words earlier obviously angered her, and she made it clear that it was impossible to let herself into her room.

But at this time he forcefully opened the door, but she was only impatient?

The normal reaction of a normal person, even if he can hide it again, he will be somewhat angry, right?
The uncontrollable thought of Yan Qing in Si Yan's heart immediately deepened a little, but his eyes fell on the table in front of Yan Qing calmly.

With a flick of his lips, Si Yan slapped the door and became angry: "What are you asking me?! It's noon, and I'm a guest. Even if you don't have a banquet, at least you have to take care of the meal?! You guys ate here by yourselves. Well, leave me alone! What are you talking about?!"

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "Oh, this matter. The Hou's Mansion does not support idlers, and you are not a guest. At a good level, you are a stranger, but at a low level, you are an enemy. Have you ever seen anyone entertaining enemies with delicious food and drinks? Is it?"

Si Yan raised his eyebrows, but his heart became more serious.

Not right, so wrong.

After returning to the Hou Mansion, her reaction was not at all like a coercion who was coerced and had to accept humiliation.

"Don't forget, your mother is still in our hands."

Si Xun emphasized the fact that Yan Qing was coerced, and wanted to improve his treatment, "If I have a bad life and say something bad when I go back, what kind of life do you think Mrs. Hou will live in?"

Yan Qing's eyes turned cold: "Oh, threaten me? It seems that you don't understand your current situation at all."

"If you dare to touch my mother, I can go to Wen Zhemao directly with the transfer order, and let me kill your head first!"

Looking at Si Xun who was threatening him by banging on the door, Yan Qing slapped the transfer order of the Yan family army that accompanied her back to Beijing on the table, stared at Si Xun coldly, and asked, "How can an insignificant adviser's life be exchanged for two?" The right to dispatch more than a thousand soldiers and horses, which one do you think your master will choose?"

　small theater:

　　A certain hero kicked open the door of a certain cat with a knife in broad daylight.

　　In the living room, a certain male protagonist holds a knife and ignores his image. Ge Youlai: There are not as many scenes as supporting roles, so it doesn't matter if this male protagonist is inappropriate.

　　Meow is obsequious: good kiss, I received the kiss, but the heroine's side is completely unchanged!

　　A certain hero: Give me more drama!

　　Miao: Jiajiajia, definitely add!Big brother, don't shake your hands!If you cut it small, you will be completely useless!

　　A certain hero is satisfied: When can I play again?
　　Meow: Before and after the launch.

　　There was a flash of cold light and a gust of cold wind, and Miao was silent like a cicada, and the top of her head was cool.

　　A certain male protagonist: If you dare to dove on me, I will help you shave or become a monk!

　　Meow said: Good good!

　　(In my heart: next time you just bring incense to give Lao Tzu a spot on the ring scar, and we don’t need to shave this head!)

　　Sending away a certain male lead, Miao is sad: Miao can't keep it, her hair is gradually withering and her head is getting bald...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)