[Female general of the Yang family] Husband's rescue plan

The sunlight seeped through the layers of leaves, casting a bright halo on Yang Zongbao's silver armor.Dazzling.Especially, there is only his own existence in his deep eyes.

Wen Qing felt that he must be feeling the wind and cold occasionally, otherwise how could he become dizzy.It's like drinking a jar of old wine and getting drunk.She took a step back slightly, and Yang Zongbao grabbed her hand and stepped back.

Wen Qing raised her eyes and wanted to ask her to let go of her hand, but when she looked into Shen Ru Xinghai's pupils, she was speechless and stared blankly at him, without any response for a while.

Fortunately, this embarrassing moment did not last long.The bandit leader who was lying on the black ground kept screaming, getting louder and louder.It's cadenced and rhythmic.

Wen Qing's attention was sucked away, and he turned his attention to the bandit leader.Yang Zongbao was dissatisfied, and held her hand slightly tighter.Her strength gradually increased. Although Wen Qing didn't feel any pain, she still felt a little uncomfortable—in front of so many people.She broke free with both hands, and Yang Zongbao followed her.Her hands were perpendicular to her sides, and before she walked, Yang Zongbao grabbed Wen Qing's hand first.Now it's holding hands again.

Ignoring Wen Qing's displeasure, Yang Zongbao pulled her forward.Passing by the bandit leader again, he punched him.Yang Zongbao calmly knocked the trembling man down to the ground again.This time, the robber never stood up again.

Wen Qing twitched the corners of his mouth.A facial injury can turn into a hemiplegia, how strong is Yang Zongbao's kung fu!

Yang Zongbao and Wen Qing walked in front, and Chan Mu followed behind.

"Aunt Eight."

Pulled back to God by this clear voice.Only then did Wen Qing notice that there was another person beside them.He is a very beautiful and personable person.Her face was ruthless, like a cold woman.

Hearing Yang Zongbao call her eighth aunt, then she should be Yang Bamei——Yang Yanqi.

At this time, Yang Bamei was getting off the brown-red horse.The movements are done in one go, without sloppiness, and have a different kind of aesthetic feeling.Wen Qing thinks her equestrian skills are good, but compared to Yang Bamei, she is not even a star and a half behind.

Yang Bamei said: "Zongbao." She turned around, and the cloak with the word "Yang" on it flung out a nice arc. "This is the girl Mu Wenqing you mentioned."

"Yes."

Bamei Yang looked at him carefully, and said with a smile, "Miss Mu."

Wen Qing responded immediately: "Yang..."

Yang Bamei interrupted him: "Since you are Zong Bao's fiancée, just be like him and call me 'Aunt Ba'."

His cheeks felt a little hot.She was kind-hearted, lowered her head to hide the rosiness on her face, and said: "Eighth Aunt".

Yang Zongbao beamed with joy.

Yang Bamei caught her expression in her eyes and felt it was funny.

Zen wood was behind them, feeling a little depressed for a while.In fact, she seemed to go up to question on behalf of their young lady: What are the rumors in the capital?

This not only concerns Wen Qing and Yang Zongbao, but also involves Mu Kezhai.Originally it was not that serious, but the rumors should have dragged Mu Kezhai to the opposite side of the Song room.The speaker has no heart, but the listener has heart.If the emperor of the Song Dynasty listened to the slander and really thought that Mu Kezhai had ambitions to replace him, it would not be so bad.Besides, Yelu Haonan had proposed marriage not long ago, and at the same time, he and Mu Guiying were unclear, and could not tell the unknown relationship.If it gets out, it will make the relationship between Da Song and Mu Kezhai, who are already on thin ice, even worse.

It is undeniable that Yelu Haonan's move is very fast.

Rumors are misleading.As long as it is taboo for those in high positions, they also like it very much.

Yelu Haonan is sowing discord between Mu Kezhai and Da Song.Maybe, Song Zhenzong will really make an order to avoid the marriage of the two families.If Yang Zongbao insisted on marrying her, he might be charged with "intending treason".After all, the Yang family has a precedent.No matter how loyal they are, defending their home and country, throwing their heads and blood; it is absolutely impossible for the emperor to completely trust them.If he believed it, Yelu Haonan was going to plant seeds of doubt in Song Zhenzong's heart.

At the same time, Mu Kezhai, who is entangled with the general Yang family and the person who gave the Daliao emperor the surname "Yelu", is undoubtedly the best blade.

When meeting other Yang family members for the first time, Wen Qing was a little cautious.Yang Zongbao cared, he still smiled silly and heartlessly.How brilliant and how brilliant.

After chatting a few words casually, the two sides left a good image in each other's hearts.

Yang Bamei said: "Then I will go first, Zong Baoyou...follow me later."

Yang Zongbao said gratefully, "Thank you, Eighth Aunt."

Yang Bamei, who was full of elegance, left gracefully.

Wen Qing and Yang Zongbao came under a tree, ready to talk.

Chanmu sat on the big stone on the side of the road to avoid suspicion.The strange thing is that the scholar who "the hero failed to save the beauty" did not leave either.

Chanmu couldn't help being curious and vigilant: "The robbers have been wiped out, and there will be no more robbers along the way. Why haven't you left yet?"

A smile flashed across the scholar's weak face, so fast that it was hard to see clearly.He approached Chanmu's rosy face, and said with a smile: "I saw my sister sitting here alone, so lonely, so I recommended myself to accompany you."

Chanmu's face was red with anger and embarrassment, and he was about to curse loudly, "Who wants you to accompany me, Deng Tuzi"... and so on.

Unexpectedly, the scholar shamelessly put his hands on Chan Mu's shoulders.

Chanmu's eyeballs almost popped out.

"Oh, Zenmu. How long have I been gone, and you don't remember me?"

Chanmu's eyeballs are about to fall out.She pointed at the scholar and babbled for a long time without saying a word...

Under the towering ancient tree, Yang Zongbao lightly touched Wen Qing's cheek, his callused hand slowly moved and rubbed her smooth and delicate skin.From the forehead to the chin, Yang Zongbao read it several times.He has clearly depicted this delicate face in the bottom of his heart, engraved an imprint on it, and placed it deeply in the center of his heart.But why do I still miss it so much.What I missed was that I heard her voice earlier and thought it was an illusion in a trance.

After talking to Eighth Aunt, he walked another way and came here non-stop.More than [-] people besieged three people, two of whom did not know martial arts.That day in Muke Mountain, Wenqing was surrounded by Ma Tuwen, and he felt that he was almost killed, and he accidentally hit a heavy hand.

Day and night, I told myself that my choice was not wrong. As a man, born in the Yang family, my choice was not wrong.But occasionally, one person would also think, if he had listened to Mu Tianwang's suggestion that day and married his Qing'er the next day...would the miss be less...

Missing floods.He suddenly hugged Wen Qing tightly, hugged her... the tip of his nose sniffed the fragrance of her hair, and gently rubbed his cheeks.