"Even if I didn't say anything, you should let him follow you." Perhaps he was too sensitive. When Zhao Changyuan saw the other person's calm expression, he laughed at himself in his heart. He has been keeping away from strangers since he was a child, but men are very carefree among themselves.
It's normal to be unrestrained, it's just different personal habits.
He Yong touched his chin, a little embarrassed. "Hey, but the robe doesn't heal so quickly."
"I can overcome it myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Yong suddenly glared and shouted viciously at the unibrowed man at the door: "Come here!"
The unibrow trembled with fright and hurried over: "General, what are your orders?"
He Yong asked coldly: "Why did you offend the marshal?"
"Ah? Subordinate... I didn't offend the marshal..." He blinked his eyes and looked at Zhao Changyuan innocently.
"Nonsense! If you haven't offended the marshal, why would he chase you away?"
What He Yong said made Zhao Changyuan, who was drinking water at the side, almost choke to death. "Hey you..."
"Tell me the truth! Will I get a stick?"
He Yong sternly stood in front of the two military masters with a frown, and suddenly started crying at the top of his lungs. "I don't have it... Marshal... please help me, please tell me, where am I?"
I offend you...wuwuwu..."
Zhao Changyuan looked at He Yong dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that his shirt was tightly grasped by the unibrow's claws.
"You said you are so handsome, and it's too late for people to be nice to you. How can I not offend you... Wuwuwu... You can't accuse me unjustly... Wuwuwu... I am older than I am, and I am younger...
How do you want my whole family to live... Wuwuwu..."
He cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf, which made Zhao Changyuan extremely embarrassed. The instigator, He Yong, fell to the side and became a good person: "Look at how pitiful he is. Just don't send him away."
Zhao Changyuan was going crazy because of these two guys. "When did I say I was going to kick him out? I..."
The unibrow's wails stopped abruptly, and he wiped the non-existent tears with his sleeve. "Thank you, Marshal! Do you still want to eat porridge? Let me help you get some more?"
"No need, I'm full." Full? He didn't even eat a bite, he was so angry with them.
"Then let me wipe your hands for you..." Yingmei grabbed the handkerchief and waved to his big hand.
He immediately retracted his hand and said seriously: "I will do it myself."
Throughout the morning, this incredible unibrow stuck to Zhao Changyuan like a dog-skin plaster. He served tea and water and served refreshments with meticulous care.
The military affairs in the camp were so busy that Zhao Changyuan had no time to take care of anything else, and he gradually got used to the presence of the unibrow. There was an endless stream of people coming in and out of the camp, some discussing important military matters with Zhao Changyuan. Some were punished by Zhao Changyuan for violating military discipline.
He was called into the big tent and reprimanded.
The unibrow stood silently in the corner, sometimes yawning out of boredom, sometimes raising his eyebrows with an incredulous look on his face as he watched Chang Bai Rabbit transform into a male lion...
Until Ge Xiaoqing came in and asked for an audience: "I will finally meet the marshal!"
"Please get up. Where is the spy we caught a few days ago?"
"Go back to the marshal. I will put that bastard in a water prison and wait for the marshal's fate."
"Take me to see it."
"Please wait for the future."
Zhao Changyuan stood up from the table and followed Ge Xiaoqing out of the tent, his unibrow hurriedly following behind.
The water prison was full of gloom and rancidity. A disheveled man was locked in the water, with only half of his body exposed, his head drooped, listless. As soon as he saw Zhao Changyuan, he immediately raised his head and cheered up: "Humph, I'm a piece of shit."
I'm so lucky to be able to invite you little bastard here. This life is really worth it."
Ge Xiaoqing took a step forward and was about to whip him. Zhao Changyuan raised his hand to stop him and said, "Don't hit him."
"Marshal, how dare he insult you like this..." Ge Xiaoqing's face turned green with anger. He also subconsciously rubbed his nose with a unibrow. But Zhao Changyuan didn't take it seriously and casually dropped a sentence: "Since he cursed, it must be
You put life and death aside. If you can't ask any questions, just kill him."
Ge Xiaoqing agreed without hesitation: "Yes!"
The unibrow took a deep breath and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. Seeing Zhao Changyuan turn around and leave, he hurriedly followed.
Suddenly, a soft voice came from behind: "Hey, wait a minute!"
Zhao Changyuan stopped but did not look back: "If you have any last words, just keep them in your stomach. I'm not interested in knowing."
"Marshal Zhao! What do you want to know? I'll tell you, don't kill me!"
Is this the rhythm of the heart that won’t die until the Yellow River?
Zhao Changyuan was finally willing to give him a chance and turned back to him: "Who sent you here? Liao or Xia?"
"Marshal, it's...Liao Kingdom."
"How many people are there like you?" The big white goose walked to the water's edge, squatted down and looked directly at the man, and stretched out his hand to smooth the messy and tangled hair on the man's shoulders.
The man's breathing was a little rapid, probably because he was too nervous: "There is... there is one more, it is..."
Before he could finish speaking, the big white goose suddenly interrupted him: "Okay, I don't want to know." After saying that, his big hand had already touched the vital parts of the man's back and spine...
With a "click", the man didn't even have a chance to moan, so he lowered his head and collapsed in the water.
Zhao Changyuan stood up and turned around, and was met with a slightly twitching unibrowed face and eyes that were as wide as bells. "Why...why don't you let him finish?" The unibrow was a little incoherent.
Zhao Changyuan took the handkerchief handed over by Ge Xiaoqing, wiped his hands, and said calmly: "He is lying. The Liao people's craftsmen don't recognize each other at all. He just wanted to make a counter-measure to us before he died, to provoke a fight between our generals.
It’s just my heart.” After saying that, he walked towards the gate of the water prison.
The unibrow followed him and asked relentlessly: "What if what he said is true? How do you know he is lying?"
Zhao Changyuan suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at him, his eyes changing and his expression a bit complicated.
The unibrow knew that he was a little reckless, lowered his head and said softly: "This subordinate deserves to die..." It seemed that he couldn't escape after being scolded by this male lion.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Changyuan was not angry. Instead, he explained to him calmly and patiently: "If he was greedy for life and afraid of death, he would have confessed long ago. In a place like this, life is worse than death."
Seeing that the other party's face turned pale, he chuckled again: "Are you afraid of seeing dead people?"
"No... I just... had enough..." Of course he was not afraid of death, but he had never seen someone crush someone to death so easily. I really can't offend this white-faced guy in the future...
After having lunch in the dining room, the two men, one tall and one short, one with a white face and one with a hairy face, both returned to the big tent.
After a while, a guard came into the room holding a scroll and said: "Marshal Qi, there was a girl named Liu outside the door just now. I asked my subordinate to hand this scroll to you."
Suddenly he saw the unmoving unibrow standing next to him, his eyes dull and thoughtful. Zhao Changyuan put away the scroll and handed it to him: "Why don't you help me run for a while."
"Where are you going?" he asked in confusion.
"Please return this painting to Miss Liu from the residence of Mr. Liu, the magistrate of Cangzhou."
The unibrow took the scroll and muttered angrily: "Do you really want to return it? The painting is not bad."
When he raised his eyes, he saw Zhao Changyuan staring at him with squinted eyes, with a look of anger on his face. He had no choice but to agree honestly: "I'll do it now."
Just as he was about to walk to the door, he heard the man behind him call out again: "Wait a minute." The unibrow stopped and waited for him to continue. "No one else is allowed to know about this matter. Do you understand?"
"As commanded."
Zhao Changyuan only saw his unblinking back, not his cursing expression at the moment. "Miss Liu, what the hell..."
After walking out of the military camp, he walked straight to a carriage.
"Miss, where are we going?" Xiao Umedahai was already bored waiting.
The unibrow, that is, Gong Yueyue, said angrily: "Prefect Liu's family."
The carriage moved forward slowly on the bluestone road. Gong Yueyue pouted her furry mouth and twisted the corners of her clothes into a mess. She complained over and over again in her heart: "What a pretty boy, you hooked up with a girl while I wasn't here! And you still let me
I'll be your homing pigeon! I'm so angry! You won't let me tell others, right? You're also afraid of being embarrassed if it gets out, right? Just wait for me!"
When they arrived near the Liu Mansion, Gong Yueyue got off the carriage early, holding the scroll in her arms, and walked to the gate with complicated thoughts. "Brother, is your lady here?"
The guard of the Liu Mansion looked at the unattractive face in front of him and wondered. "Yes, but is it your Excellency?"
Gong Yueyue sighed in her heart and said helplessly: "I have been ordered by Marshal Zhao to come and have a few words with your lady." She really didn't want to use Zhao Changyuan's name to verify her husband's relationship with his family.
There is indeed a connection between the ladies.
"Wait a minute, I'll go and invite you." But the other party's decisive and attentive attitude was like a basin of cold water poured down on her.
Not long after waiting, I saw a beautiful and slim woman with extraordinary clothes walking out. Seeing Gong Yueyue in soldier's uniform, her pretty face instantly turned red: "Yes... General Zhao asked you to
Coming?"
Gong Yueyue was not so restrained and talked too much with her husband's hooker, so she went straight to the point and handed the scroll to her: "Our marshal asked me to return this thing to you."
Miss Liu's face turned from red to white, and a feeling of disappointment flashed across her eyes: "Has he... seen it?"
"Look." Damn, her pitiful appearance is really infuriating!
"What did you say?"
"Just let me give it back to you."
"That's it...that's all?" Miss Liu held the scroll tightly in her hands, lowered her head, bit her lip and was about to cry.
Gong Yueyue became angry, gritted her teeth and asked coldly: "Otherwise, what else do you want from him?"
"That's right." He had said it so decisively last time. Liu Xiaoyu just wanted him to keep his meager thoughts. If he looks at this painting in the future, he can occasionally think of her appearance and a piece of her.
With a heart filled with admiration, she was content and thankful to God.
"Do you like him?" Gong Yueyue asked her, tilting her head.
She looked sad, with the shyness of a young girl. "..."
"But he has a wife." Is it appropriate to be a mistress like this?
"I know."
"You know you still like her?" Gong Yueyue raised her voice in anger, looking at how beautiful this girl is, how could she be so contemptuous of herself! (To be continued)