Can a general do whatever he wants?

There was a reason why Chen Ming was not involved with the people in the north, because of some personal emotional matters, Yan Yue didn't want to get involved with her, and he didn't want Chen Ming to get involved with her.If possible, in fact, Yan Yue doesn't really want to see Mingzhu in this life.

However, some things cannot be avoided if you want to avoid them.Even Yan Yue, the young master of the Yan family who was once famous, is no exception.

In the final analysis, it was the fruit I planted at the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be so deeply rooted.

Yan Yue glanced at Mingzhu, who came to visit suddenly, and supported his forehead with a headache.

Mingzhu leaned against the door and hugged two pieces of dark cloth and smiled at Yan Yue, "Long time no see."

There is no doubt that Mingzhu's eyes are shining. She held back and felt wronged so that she would not see this man, but the more she endured, the more her heart wanted to get out of the shackles of "don't love Yan Yue" jump out.

Mingzhu took a look around the living environment of Yan Yue. From the beams to the layout of the room, it was the same as before, without any change.Her hands holding the cloth became tighter and tighter. She looked expectantly at the man sitting at the table reading a book, and asked with a slightly trembling voice:

"May I come inside?"

Yan Yue frowned lightly and said, "Second sister-in-law, what can't you just stand at the door and say?"

Yan Yue blatantly rejected Ming Zhu's request.

Mingzhu was a cowardly woman, but Yan Yue's refusal made her expectations disappear, her nose became sore, her eyes turned red, and tears rolled in her eyes unstoppably.

"That...you can't call me by my name? You know, I don't like Yan Mu at all..."

Ignoring Mingzhu's face about to cry, Yan Yue lowered his head and pretended to be flipping through the books on the table. He said lightly, "Since she is married to Yan Mu, she is my sister-in-law. You still have to pay attention to the title."

Mingzhu took a breath and wanted to hold back the tears, but she didn't go back and still shed two drops, followed by three drops, then four drops, and finally the tears fell like rain.

Hearing this, Yan Yue got upset and closed his book. He said to Mingzhu: "Sister-in-law, what do you look like crying in front of my room? I heard that you have been eating vegetarian food and reading Buddhist scriptures for the past two years, but from what I see, you This Buddha did not read so thoroughly."

Yan Yue's cold words choked Mingzhu, but she didn't cry after hearing that, instead she stared at Yan Yue with red eyes.

"What are you doing!"

In desperation, Yan Yue had no choice but to slide towards the door in a wheelchair. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Mingzhu. , women have to be decent."

The words are much more euphemistic, regardless of the truth and falsehood, I don't know how cold it is.

Mingzhu shook her pupils and looked at the piece of white silk. A small light yellow plum blossom was engraved on the oblique corner of the pure white silk. At a glance, Mingzhu recognized that it was the one he gave Chen Ming a few days ago. block, she exclaimed:

"Why is this silk here with you?!"

"Why do you ask this question?"

Yan Yue glanced at Mingzhu, and asked hypocritically, at the same time he was about to take back the veil.

As expected, Mingzhu quickly snatched the handkerchief from Yan Yue's hands. She squeezed the handkerchief and asked Yan Yue: "This is my handkerchief, do you know Chen Ming?"

The corner of Yan Yue's mouth couldn't help but secretly raised, "What's the matter? Chen Ming is my daughter-in-law, don't you know? I thought my sister-in-law would know me clearly if she deliberately moved to the door opposite me."

Mingzhu sees through this cold-blooded man again.

She pursed her lips and bared her teeth, "Yan Yue! Are you deliberately using this veil to anger me? You clearly know that I like you, why did you do this! For you, I can escape from marriage without listening to my father. For you, I To be able to come back from outside to marry the second young master of the Yan family that I don’t love. For you, I desperately protected my chastity on my wedding day. For you, for you who was injured and unconscious, I was cast aside and cast aside by others every night. Standing by your side, for the sake of paralyzed you, I can recite Buddhist scriptures every day and long for the blessing of Buddha. Since you don’t accept me, why did you send these two pieces of cloth here. Yan Yue! Are you playing with me, hello cruel heart."

Mingzhu was furious, and yelled at Yan Yue one by one for years of grievances, but what she scolded was nothing more than expressiveness. The more she talked, the more Mingzhu felt powerless and unable to breathe. Throwing the two pieces of cloth in his hand into Yan Yue's arms, holding back the last two tears in his eyes: "Since you don't love me, why do you send these two pieces of cloth to mess with me..."

Looking at the two pieces of dark cloth thrown by Mingzhu in his arms, Yan Yue continued to lure Mingzhu into his set, deliberately pretending to be puzzled: "Wait a minute."

Mingzhu clenched her fingers tightly, her nails sank into the palm of her hand due to force, and a few blue veins in her thin hand were pulsating slightly due to the upwelling of anger. She almost suppressed her own crying and said in a hoarse voice: "Why do you want to make fun of me?"

Yan Yue frowned and took small steps forward in the wheelchair, "These two pieces of cloth are indeed from the Golden Thread Pavilion, but I didn't give them to you."

Hearing this, Mingzhu was in a trance, she looked back in astonishment and took the two pieces of cloth she had thrown in Yan Yue's arms and asked: "Who gave them?"

"You come in first."

The cloth of the Golden Thread Pavilion is never sold domestically, and the cloth used by the Yan family is purchased from outside.It is not a trivial matter that the cloth from the Golden Thread Pavilion appeared in Mingzhu's place for no reason. In order to find out the truth, Yan Yue made an exception and let Mingzhu enter the house for a discussion.

"How did you get this cloth?"

"I just got it yesterday..." Mingzhu obeyed Yan Yue's instructions and sat at the table opposite him, the tears on her face hadn't disappeared, and her voice was crying when she answered the question.

"Who gave you the cloth?"

Regardless of Mingzhu's status, Yan Yue pointed to the center of the problem.This makes Mingzhu, who is a woman, a little unhappy.

"Yan Yue, can't you speak more gently? Before I feel overwhelmed, you ask me a bunch of questions fiercely."

"This cloth is not from me."

"I know this cloth is not from you...then can't you be more polite?"

Mingzhu pinched the soft handkerchief in her hand and said aggrievedly.

Yan Yue was really helpless towards this woman, "Okay, I will ask you gently, who sent this cloth to you."

"You are also called gentle..." Mingzhu muttered in a low voice. .

"What did you say?"

"I said that the person who sent the cloth looked like an old man from the East Courtyard. However, she left the cloth in front of my house when she arrived in the West Courtyard. I don't know who it is."

"Speaking of the east courtyard...they seem to belong to the second sister-in-law." Yan Yue paused, then added: "I said the other one."

"I know."