Aunt Six suddenly realized: "Huh? Uh... Yang Yiyi? No wonder she looks familiar..."
Gong Yueyue refused: "I told you, don't get too close to me. Although I broke up with him, he is still the person I care about most in this world. Although he has low emotional intelligence, he is very emotional! You have to deceive.
He, to tease him, asked me first." When she said this, she was unknowingly so angry that her eyes were red.
"Madam, she seems to have misunderstood..." Han Chenglie, who was silent on the side, finally couldn't help but speak.
"What? He called you a lady! You have a husband and you go out to fool around? What do you think of Zhao Changyuan? I really want to..." I really wanted to slap her to death, but Gong Yueyue still held back and just stared at the scarlet red
With her eyes, she looked angrily at the two men and women in front of her who were an eyesore to her. She knew very well that once Zhao Changyuan fell in love, he would fall into deep trouble. How could he face such absurd betrayal and deception? She imagined his painful and desperate expression,
Gong Yueyue's tear glands became sore and unbearable.
The sixth aunt couldn't laugh or cry: "I regard him as my nephew! I am her sixth aunt, how else can I regard him as someone else?" The look on the girl's face made her unable to bear any more quarrels.
Gong Yueyue was shocked and thought she heard wrongly: "Six...six what?"
"Sixth Aunt, my nephew's wife, you should call me Sixth Aunt...and this is your Sixth Uncle." Sixth Aunt and Han Chenglie looked at each other and smiled, but Gong Yueyue opposite them was already numb from head to toe.
transfixed.
"Sixth Aunt? You're not him..." The heartbreaking scenes on the street that day suddenly appeared before her eyes. Now, she couldn't bear it in another way, and that was the overwhelming shame.
and regret.
Aunt Six asked her cautiously: "Is there any misunderstanding between you two? Before he left, he cried in front of me and said that you had another man..."
At this time, she had already begun to choke: "I...I..."
Aunt Six was anxious: "Do you have it or not?"
"No." She answered with her head lowered and sobbing.
Aunt Six was relieved: "Then you still have a conscience. My nephew loves you so much. If you are sorry for him, you are really a bastard." Seeing her so nervous now, Zhao Changyuan must have deep feelings for him.
"I am indeed a bastard..." As she said this, she covered her face, her body slowly sank, and finally fell to her knees on the ground and sobbed silently.
That morning, regardless of past grudges, he went all the way to send her an affectionate hug, but in exchange for her heartless ridicule...
How much grievance and bitterness did his final divorce letter carry? She deserved it! How could she have the nerve to criticize others here? It turned out that the person who felt sorry for him the most was herself!
Sixth Aunt knelt down and helped Gong Yueyue up. Seeing her burst into tears, she couldn't help but feel a little unbearable. But thinking of how pitifully her nephew was bullied by her, she felt that she really deserved it, so she couldn't help but want to tease her.
, pretending to wipe away the non-existent tears with a handkerchief: "You don't know how sad our family was when Zhao'er left. He was so lost that he even forgot to take the knife. I asked Tian Hai to send it to him. Alas.
, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and he is so confused, I really worry about him."
Gong Yueyue opened her red and swollen eyes with fear and worry on her face: "No, I have to go find him."
"Hey, hey, what's going on? Let's forget it. If you go, he will have to take care of you, so let's not go and cause trouble for him." Aunt Six was startled by the way she was about to leave.
Grab her quickly. This little girl's courage is really extraordinary. She is worthy of being a new woman of the first century.
Thinking of this, Sixth Aunt hesitated to tell her about her origins. It was obvious that she was in a daze and it seemed that it was not the time to talk about this matter. So while wiping her tears, she softly advised: "You, don't worry.
If you don't bother him recklessly, think about how to win back his heart when he comes back. His anger with you this time is not trivial."
"You're right, he doesn't necessarily want to see me now...I'm such a fool!"
Gong Yueyue's hysterical curse made Sixth Aunt feel hot and "brainless". She had not heard such familiar words for a long time.
Aunt Six did not want to let go of this hard-won companion, so she asked her for her address before parting, and decided to come to her home to invite her for a private interview when she was free.
When she watched her sixth aunt take Han Chenglie away slowly, one step at a time, Gong Yueyue discovered that she had injuries on her legs and feet. The harsh words she said when she ridiculed Zhao Changyuan that day came back to her ears. She closed her eyes.
, frowned in pain, and murmured to himself: "Gong Yueyue, Gong Yueyue, do you know how annoying you are?"
What he saw face to face was the fair face reflected in the dim candlelight. Zhao Changyuan was indeed a young and beautiful general. The envoy's heart moved slightly, and he walked towards the man who was sitting at the desk without hesitation. He was wearing a robe with a white background and silver thread fur collar.
, a man with green silk hairband hanging down to his waist, as charming as a monster.
When he came closer, Zhao Changyuan raised his eyes. His eyes were clear and clean, and could even be described by the word "simple". "Say it, I'm listening." He said it softly, so that no one could hear any emotion, but it was filled with emotion.
With unquestionable courage.
The envoy glanced at the guards on both sides and hesitated to speak.
Zhao Changyuan frowned slightly, wondering in his heart what kind of trick Li Hu was playing. After hesitating, he backed away, leaving him alone in a stalemate with the envoy.
The messenger took off his cloak and hat, loosened his hair rope, and his black hair fell down. She turned out to be a woman.
Zhao Changyuan was surprised. This was the first time he encountered such a situation, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.
In this woman's eyes, she mistakenly thought that the other party was half fascinated by her alluring appearance.
In fact, she is indeed a rare beauty, with a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes and a pair of loving cherry lips, which looks even more charming under the dim light. She has full assurance and confidence in herself, and no man has ever seen her in the dark.
When she saw the appearance of Zhao Changyuan, she could not be shocked by it. As the dancer of General Li Hu, it was her duty to help the man who was kind to her solve this urgent problem. When she walked into Zhao Changyuan's camp and saw him for the first time, she
She became even more determined and tried her best to push him down. He turned out to be a man that people liked just by looking at him.
Just when her heart was racing and she couldn't control herself, the other party's surprised expression suddenly faded away, he lowered his head again, looked at a piece of rice paper on the table with concentration, and repeated lightly: "Say it, I'm listening."
She felt cold in her heart, and a sense of frustration came over her head. Maybe the candlelight in the tent was too dark, and he hadn't seen her clearly yet.
Giving herself an encouragement, she boldly took a few steps closer to him. She didn't stop until she saw the rice paper spread out on his desk, filled with crooked square characters.
She moved her eyes upward, fully expecting to meet his gaze... After waiting for a long time, he kept his head lowered, looking at the words on the table, thinking over and over again.
"General..." She couldn't bear the awkward and depressing atmosphere, so she couldn't help but call out softly.
"I don't want to say it for the fourth time. If you have something to say, say it. If you don't have anything to say, leave." His voice became more and more impatient, and the anger in his heart grew. Who did Li Hu take him as Zhao Changyuan? The men of the Zhao family were all upright.
In Jieran's life, how can we allow these scoundrels to plot blasphemy!
Seeing the situation, she knew something was wrong. This man didn't seem to be as crazy as they were rumored to be for beauty. But she had already come to this point, and if she turned around, she would have failed, so she might as well give it another try.
Reaching out to untie the knot at the neckline, the black cloak slipped gently from her body. When she fell to the ground, a gust of wind blew up the love letter from his wife in front of Zhao Changyuan a foot high. He hurriedly reached out to hold it down.
When he raised his head to look at her again, a layer of anger was already boiling on his face, and he saw that her whole body was now covered with only a thin, almost transparent dress.
"Come here!" he shouted without hesitation.
She was so frightened that she quickly knelt down, picked up the cloak and put it on her body.
Several private soldiers came in and waited for orders.
"Drive her out." He said calmly to the soldiers, and under her shameful gaze, he added: "Send the order and attack the city immediately."
I heard that Zhao Changyuan's wife was a vixen. It seemed that he was beheaded and cast a spell... When the woman was led out of the camp in a panic, she couldn't help but find a good excuse for her failure.
In fact, she was completely wrong. The "vixen" who cast a spell on General Zhao since he was a child was not his wife, but his amazing father and even more amazing grandfather.
The siege was fought extremely quickly and smoothly.
The rebels, who had lost a general and had been besieged for several days, had already suffered a nervous breakdown and lost their fighting spirit. The Zhao army had just received a reward and their morale was booming. Zhao Changyuan, the returning general, personally led a small group of elite soldiers to advance through the city wall first. Most of the troops on both sides were defeated.
When the soldiers were locked in a stalemate at the city gate, he had already tied Li Hu up with the military flag of the Li family army and hung him upside down from the city wall.
Amid Li Hu's hoarse shouts, the city gates opened wide, ending the nightmare for the soldiers and civilians of Jingzhao Mansion.
After settling in the city, Zhao Jiajun returned to the bed again. It was too late. Zhao Changyuan took off his shoulder armor and applied the powder to the bleeding wound on his shoulder, which was injured by the enemy general's arrow during the attack.
The pain of the wound was bearable, but at this moment, he remembered what Gong Yueyue's sweet and soft voice had said shyly in front of him: "Take care of yourself, don't get hurt again. You are mine." He said bitterly.
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and I really wanted to know if she was around, would she still feel sorry for him as before?
He gritted his teeth and treated the wound, took off his shirt, took off his clothes that smelled of blood, and fell down on the bed so weakly. The killing screams, crashes, and whines lingered in his mind for a long time before gradually dissipating. He was always stubborn.
What still refused to disappear was the words: "Take care of yourself, don't get hurt again. You are mine." * His sleeping body gradually felt the chill in the air, and he casually grabbed the blanket and covered himself haphazardly.
Gradually falling into sleep, the face that made him love and hate him appeared again in his dream, with the evil smile that she only had, she kissed his face, and turned back further and further away from him.
He chased after him with difficulty, constantly reaching out to grab, but he could only catch nothing.