General is a Villain

Yi Xiaoqiao returns to Chunhua hall dejected.

Mu Yi'an has been sitting in his seat waiting for her. Seeing her coming, Mu Yi'an took the initiative to stretch out his hand and hold her hand.

The warm touch surrounded Yi Xiaoqiao's palm, and Yi Xiaoqiao's frozen heart eased.

"What's the matter, madam? Your hands are so cold?" Mu Yi'an asked with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes full of tenderness.

Yi Xiaoqiao shook his head: "it may be cold outside."

"Madam, I really don't know how to cherish myself. Since it's cold, why don't you come back early." Mu Yi'an wrapped her hand tightly, breathed on her hand and rubbed it gently.

"The Lord really cherishes his wife. No wonder people say that the Lord is as deep as the sea. If so." A young official, holding a glass of wine, came over: "the Lord is worthy of my role model towards men. Here's to the Lord."

Mu Yi'an took up his glass and drank it: "the bell waiter is too famous."

"Where, there." Zhong Ming sat down next to Mu Yi'an: "it is said that when the prince was young, he took the head of a general among millions of troops and made great contributions to our country. It was a legend for a time. He became the dream man of many women. He really envied others."

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at the bell carefully. The bell was born very well. He looked about the same age as Mu Yi'an, but what he said

She chuckled.

Mu Yi'an asked, "what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just thinking about the age of the prince, it doesn't seem to be very old at this time." Yi Xiaoqiao smiled. Although the bell didn't sound much, she still heard the taste of teasing between the lines.

Mu Yi'an smiled: "what madam said is very true. I remember that I am two years younger than Zhong Shilang?"

Zhong Ming's face immediately became ugly. He laughed twice: "yes, so Beiwang is really powerful. If you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't have such ability."

Opposite, Yi Zhen took a glass of wine and slowly poured it into his mouth. He glanced at the bell from the corner of his eye and became more and more bored.

"Dad said, that's the man." Yi Zhen sneered twice and squeezed out two words from his teeth: "counsellor."

"Zhener!"

"Dad, look at him. He has no face or two flesh. He looks like a villain. Dad, are you afraid I can't get married? Or do you think I don't deserve this man?" Yi Zhen smiled bitterly: "Dad, if you really think your daughter is a burden, your daughter will go to the mountain to be a nun tomorrow. I won't bother you."

"Nonsense!" Yi Lan frowned.

"Dad, I will never marry him." Yi Zhen threw the cup on the table, stamped his foot and turned away.

When Zhong Ming saw Yi Zhen leaving the door, he immediately panicked.

He knows that Yi really likes Mu Yi'an. He wanted to give Mu Yi'an some color to see. Who knows that Yi Xiaoqiao satirized him in four or two kilos. Now Yi Zhen saw a joke and looked down on him more in the future.

He got up and hurried out.

Yi Xiaoqiao picked his eyebrows and whispered, "what's the matter with this man? Why do you say you're old for no reason?"

"Am I not old?" Asked Mu Yian.

Yi Xiaoqiao glanced at Mu Yi'an. Although Mu Yi'an is not a white faced young man, he is definitely a man with an iron bone. He is masculine and beautiful. His shoulder, back and waist are just right every time. What is the situation that makes Mu Yi'an misunderstand himself like this?

"My husband is afraid of any misunderstanding about himself."

"Really?" Mu Yi'an suddenly grasped her wrist with great strength, as if to crush her wrist.

Yi Xiaoqiao was stunned. The dull pain from her wrist made her frown: "husband?"

For a moment, Mu Yi'an let go of her hand, rubbed her forehead and said, "don't mind drinking too much, madam."

"If your husband is tired, why don't you go back early?"

Anyway, Qian Yu is gone, and the Palace Banquet is coming to an end. Now she can go.

Mu Yi'an tilted his head and looked at Yi Xiaoqiao for more than ten seconds. Then he nodded his head slightly: "OK, let's go."

Yi Xiaoqiao stroked him up. Mu Yi'an naturally put his hand on her shoulder and hugged her in his arms. He looked like he was drunk and staggering, but his steps were not disordered at all. Where did he put every step calmly? He never put it wrong.

Yi Xiaoqiao didn't have time to pay attention to his feet. He was only busy watching the road for him and kept telling him: "be careful, don't touch it, be careful of the steps, be careful of the stones..."

Mu Yian's whole body was pressed on her, and her heavy strength bent her body. Yi Xiaoqiao was weak and wrapped by Mu Yian's generous clothes, like a deformed Luoguo or carrying a mountain.

Step by step, Yi Xiaoqiao finally carried him to the carriage.

When I got in the car, I was able to breathe.

However, before she could catch her breath, Mu Yi'an came close again. He stuck it all up, hugged her tightly in his arms, put his lips on her ears, swept his earlobes intentionally or unintentionally, and whispered, "madam is tired."

The ambiguous breath suddenly scattered in his ears. Yi Xiaoqiao shrunk his neck, pushed him away, and whispered, "No."

"Madam dislikes me?" Mu Yi'an asked, his eyes full of sadness, as if he were going to cry.

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled: "there is no."

"Then why did you push me away?"

"I'm afraid you're uncomfortable sitting like this." Yi Xiaoqiao leaned against the carriage in a different position and opened his hand: "come here."

Mu Yi'an was stunned and suddenly stared at her and froze.

Since childhood, his mother said that he would be a person who would do great things in the future. He was almost strict with him. Later, he went to the prince of Henan's residence. The prince of Henan said that he would treat him as a son, but he was more strict with him. He was slightly wrong and was prone to beating and scolding. Later, when he went to the battlefield, he mostly killed. There was no need for warmth on the battlefield. All he needed was military merit and killing.

In his memory, he seems to have never seen a person speak to him so gently, including his mother. Even if he is gentle occasionally, he is not like Yi Xiaoqiao at this time.

Yi Xiaoqiao seemed to see through him and the only softness and fragility in his heart.

"Mu Yian, what's the matter with you?" Yi Xiaoqiao held his hand.

Mu Yi'an shook off her hand like an electric shock. The old lady's words echoed in his ears again. He didn't need tenderness, let alone the so-called warmth. Tenderness was just a hero's grave. It was not a sword that could defeat him in the world, but tenderness, the tenderness of Yi Xiaoqiao's fingers.

He looked away and leaned back on the carriage to close his eyes.

"Mu Yian, are you okay?" Seeing that he was so worried, Yi Xiaoqiao stretched out his hand to touch his forehead: "what's the matter, have a fever?"

One hand held her wrist accurately and tightly in the palm of her hand.

Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly looked up and met his cold eyes. There was no tenderness and drunkenness in those eyes, only endless cold. He gently opened his thin lips and whispered, "don't touch me."