The little general is a pretty wolf wife

The clothes are fine indigo silk, and the snow-white piping embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns complements the suet jade hairpin on his head.The man was holding an oiled paper umbrella with the intention of rain, and just as he stepped up the stone steps, the elegant girl in a light green dress put a black cloak on him.

The man closed the umbrella, revealing a face, the face is like a bright moon, the brows are raised in spring, the temples are cut like knives, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the peach blossom eyes are full of autumn waves. At first glance, he really looks very romantic and handsome.

The man who seemed to be in his early twenties was named Yuan Jia. He was in his early twenties this year and he was still the prime minister of the Yu Dynasty.

"Master, General Bai came to our house today to discuss marriage. Alas, poor General Bai has no father and no mother, and he has to personally take care of life-long affairs." The maid Haitang tidied up his clothes for him, and went on Passed the umbrella in his hand, followed Yuan Jia, and spoke.

Yuan Jia rolled up his sleeves, his peach blossom eyes sank slightly, and he smiled, looking at the lake full of fresh green outside the promenade, his voice was clear and clear as men are used to, with a little laziness, making him seem careless He was also very affectionate, "Why, Haitang seems to be very fond of this general."

Haitang followed him half a step away, curled her lips and said, "In a short while, he will be the head mistress of the prime minister's mansion, another master of the servants, how can he not care about it?"

"Girl, if you continue to chatter about this matter, be careful and throw you into this lotus pond to feed the carp." Yuan Jia said lightly, and Hai Tang shut up.

After entering the study, Haitang skillfully spread out the rice paper and rubbed the ink for him. Yuan Jia sat in front of the desk, turned his mind, and told Haitang to go out.

Haitang obediently stopped her movements, and gently closed the study door when she went out.Before she walked out of Shuyuju, a sweet voice stopped her. Haitang turned her head and saw that it was the new maid beside the old man, named Yuanyang. Domineering, he often puts his mind on his prime minister.

Haitang was extremely disgusted in her heart, but she remained calm and stood quietly.

"Sister Haitang, Mr. Xiang, is Mr. Xiang back?" She wrung her fingers shyly, her pretty face was covered with powder, which was not pleasing to the eye no matter what.

"I'm back. But Mr. Xiang is dealing with important business in the study now, so don't bother anyone else."

"Ah." Yuanyang bit her lip before leaving embarrassingly.

"Fairy, such a vulgar fan, how can it compare to our general's wife." Haitang made a face at the back of the figure, and then went to the small kitchen, ordering dinner for Yuan Jia.

After Yuan Jia wrote a letter, he thought about it for a while, and then threw it into the brazier and set it on fire.After walking in the room for a while, he turned around and lay back on the rocking chair, with his hands crossed in front of him, with a rather depressed face.

Thinking of him, Yuan Jia, because an article caught the attention of the current sage, he won the number one scholar to become an official at fifteen, and became the prime minister at twenty, but now he was put on by a wooden general. Thinking about it, he was so depressed vomiting blood.

Although he is quite dull in terms of love, he don't know how many beauties the high-ranking princes have given away. It's one thing not to care, but he still understands the relationship between men and women.This shows that he is a normal man, definitely not a broken sleeve.

But this general who saved the emperor three years ago and won the favor in one fell swoop, the official family and the beautiful princess don't want it, he insists on rushing to marry him with a dowry. Think about the scene that day, the old emperor brought all the officials together They all opened their mouths wide, and their own eyes, who had always kept a smile on their faces, widened. This general, who usually doesn't speak, shocked the audience with his words.

The wooden general's name is Bai Nineteen. He has a dignified appearance, eyes like cold stars, long black eyebrows, clear and deep outline, but as a general, he doesn't have that rough aura. Instead, his complexion is fair and delicate, and his figure is tall and straight. Tall and slender, with a heroic and delicate appearance.Coupled with his cold face all the year round, with the killing spirit of the army, his aura is proud and attractive.

Yuan Jia never imagined that such a person would marry him regardless of a man's dignity and pride. For the first time in his life, he felt a headache.

Although it sounded shocking, the old emperor still agreed. Firstly, Bai Nineteen's military exploits were too great this time, and the reward he wanted was not too much, and the old emperor deserved it.Moreover, the noble lineage of the Yuan family with a deep family background may be extinct. For the old emperor, it cannot be said that it is not a good thing.As for Bai Nineteen, except for fighting, he usually lives reclusively, is taciturn, and doesn't see anyone on good terms. After the battle, he handed over the general's power. Such a person is a good sword, or he sheathed it when he held it. A sword that does not cut itself is not threatening.

So Yuan Jia understood that even if he didn't want to marry Bai Jiu anymore, he had to.Thinking resignedly, instead of waiting for the old emperor to worry about his marriage, it would be better to just settle everything like this, but, he can really control that idiot.

That's the most beautiful woman in the world who can throw a sachet at him without comprehension...

Yuan Jia couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking, closed his eyes, let go of his thoughts, and fell asleep.When he woke up, the rain had stopped and it was dark. As soon as he got up and opened the door to go out, he was stunned.

The man was wearing an ink-colored robe, and his long, raven-colored hair was tied neatly. The only color beside the ink-colored robe on his tall and straight figure was a belt embroidered with gold thread. The restraint of the belt made the man's waist look extraordinarily beautiful. thin.

Hearing the movement, he turned around, his face was so calm that there was no superfluous expression, but his eyes seemed to brighten up a lot.Holding a jug of wine in his arms, Bai Jiu walked up to Yuan Jia silently and put the wine into his arms.

"Yuanxiang, here you are." After finishing speaking, the tips of the ears under the black hair turned pink, then turned and left.

Yuan Jia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pulled his sleeve, Bai Jiu's figure froze in an instant, "Um, I said, General Bai, are you here to deliver wine to me?"

"En." Bai Jiu nodded, and the man let go of his hand when he saw him stop. There was grievance in his eyes, but he didn't know how to express it, so when he opened his mouth, he became vicious, as if he was reprimanding a soldier , but the content is extremely inconsistent with the tone, "Come and see you."

"..." Yuan Jia felt at a loss for words for the first time, what should he answer, "Come in and sit down, and leave after dinner."

"No need." Bai Jiu turned around, staring at him with bright eyes, "Grandma said that you are not allowed to enter your husband's personal residence before you are married."

Husband?The veins on Yuan Jia's forehead twitched, and he said with a wooden face, "Then do you know that we shouldn't see each other until we're married?"

When Bai Jiu heard this, his pupils trembled violently, then he took a few steps back, immediately covered his face with his hands, and said vaguely: "I... I don't know, Mr. Xiang, I will take my leave first."

After speaking, he ran out with hands and feet, and almost fell.

Yuan Jia was so frightened by Bai Jiujiu's actions that he almost lost his grip on the wine jar.