I got married with my enemy

A splitting headache.

Xie Yuanheng opened his eyes in a daze, tilted his head, and saw the undressed beauty beside him, he was so shocked that he almost flew out of his wits, so he couldn't get out of bed.

The room was still filled with the lingering charm, the beauty seemed to be aware of it, she raised her eyes lazily, and said coquettishly, "Xiao Lang." She wrapped her slender hands around his waist.

Goosebumps popped up all over Xie Yuanheng's body in an instant, he hurriedly pushed the beauty, turned over and sat up, lowered his head in disbelief and inspected it, all thunder struck him.

The beauty lay lazily on her side, raised her eyes in bewilderment at the hastily put on clothes, who could almost be regarded as fleeing, and muttered, "What's going on, Xiaolang?"

It was September, it was night, the wind was blowing on his face, and Xie Yuanheng stood disheveled on the street of the Imperial Capital, dazed for a while by the memory that suddenly popped up in his mind.

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Almost at the same time, another place under the same sky was also not very safe.

The dew was even deeper, but the lights in General Weiyuan's Mansion were not turned off. Yang Qian was sitting under the lights with his clothes on. He just picked up a page with his fingertips. With a pinch loose, the pages of the book fluttered and fell back, Yang Qian said casually, "Go in."

The little servant scrambled and pushed open the door of Yang Qian's study, happened to see Yang Qian looking up, for some reason, suddenly remembered the strange scene when he saw the lotus blooming just now, felt hairy for a moment, and shuddered , almost tongue-tied, "General, the lotus you raised is blooming."

Yang Qian's complexion changed, and the delicate indifference immediately disappeared without a trace, the servant only felt a gust of wind passing by, and when he looked up again, the person behind the table had disappeared.

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Xie Yuanheng followed the route in his memory and walked south along the road of the Imperial Capital, regardless of what time it was and whether the people on the road were pointing fingers at him.With unfamiliar memories on his face, he stopped under the plaque of the Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion blankly, and looked up blankly, until the night guard at the door bowed to salute him, and then he called out "Shizi" I came back to my senses.

Xie Yuanheng grabbed a guard's sleeve desperately, frightened the guard and knelt down to plead guilty. Xie Yuanheng waved his hand to signal him to get up, and looked at the guard seriously, "I ask you, what day is it today?"

The guard blushed for a while, holding back for a long time, hesitating in Xie Yuanheng's anticipation, "Wan... Miss Wanlan's birthday?"

Xie Yuanheng:?

What is Miss Wanlan?

The guard observed his words and sensed that he had said the wrong thing, so he knelt down again in a hurry, and kowtowed heavily, "Damn the young one, damn the young one, is that... the girl Xiuxiang you mentioned earlier?"

Xie Yuanheng came back slowly and finally understood what he was talking about, his face twisted for a while, and he stared at the guard with a complicated expression, "I asked you what year is it today?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was going to rush. He was ashamed for a while, and his voice was like a mosquito, "The eighth day of September in Zhengyuan 38, oh no, the ninth day."

Xie Yuanheng let out an "oh" and murmured to himself, "It's been six months."

The guard behind him was puzzled and looked back at his companion.The companion shook his head, with a secretive expression on his face, until he saw Xie Yuanheng go far away, then lowered his voice and muttered, "Could it be that a girl has a body?"

The guard hissed, and glanced at the direction Xie Yuanheng was walking away with admiration and awe, showing an expression of sudden realization, and nodded slowly towards his companion.

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It's been six months.

Xie Yuanheng followed his memory back to the room that seemed to belong to him now, and raised his hand to light a candle. The flame trembled, and he finally stood still, casting a shadow on his entire face.

Xie Yuanheng stared at the flames in a daze.

It has been six months since the Pingqiu Incident in March.

Xie Yuanheng sneered, closed his eyes, covering his eyes full of sadness.

In the memory of his current body, everyone today calls the shocking change six months ago the "Pingqiu Change".

Xie Yuanheng, the Weiyuan general with great military exploits in the dynasty, initially decided on the southern border. So far, the last territory of Daqi has been completed.However, General Weiyuan himself was killed by the remnants of the Southern Xinjiang the day before the class division. His body was poisoned with poison, and he went crazy, and was stabbed by the rebel army.

In the same month, General Weiyuan's deputy general Yang Qian Yang Chengqu rectified the whole army, helped Ling to return to Beijing, and knelt down outside the Xuanhua Gate.

How many people have to sigh a word of loyalty, love and righteousness.

The emperor mourned greatly, posthumously conferred the posthumous title of Marquis of Pingjiang on General Weiyuan, and had a grand funeral. He sent a special envoy to investigate the inside story in southern Xinjiang, but he found nothing and died without a medical condition.

In April, Yang Qian took over as General Weiyuan, reorganized Xie Yuanheng's old troops, and brought Weiyuan's army back.So far, Xie Yuanheng, as a famous general of the generation, only exists in everyone's memory.

Chaos... army?Fu Ling returns to Beijing?

What a deep and righteous love that reverses black and white.

Xie Yuanheng closed his eyes, the coldness passing through his heart was still in his body.That scene, accompanied by blood and despair, was deeply etched in his mind.He has been a soldier all his life, 29 years, he joined the army as a young man, and led the army at [-] years. He fought on the battlefield for more than ten years, with countless major and minor injuries. How many times his life was on the line, but there was never a single moment where it hurt so much.

At that time, his eyes were high above the top, his heart was as big as a fight, and when he looked at Daqi, there were not many people he could see. Even the current emperor was not uncommonly scolded by him openly and secretly.

He has always fancied such a person all his life, holding it in his hands, bringing him to be raised by his side, and teaching him on the tip of his heart. He has always loved and cared for him for 13 years, and he never wanted to raise a tiger. Carefully stab him through with a sword.

Xie Yuanheng was filled with grief and indignation, grabbed the clothes around his heart, couldn't help laughing in a low voice, fell to his knees on the ground with a smile, then suddenly froze, staring at his shadow cast by the lamp on the ground, and became dazed.

Yang Qian...Yang Qian...what a Yang Qian.

Xie Yuanheng stared at the candle for a long time, until the tears of the candle were flush with the body of the candle, and then burned out together. Xie Yuanheng stood up in the darkness of the room, his eyes seemed to be calm after great grief.

Xie Yuanheng realized that the past cannot be recalled in his heart, so he can only rejoice that he is alive again now.

Xie Yuanheng still pressed his hands on his chest, his heartbeat was as usual, steady and healthy, but the pain that had pierced his heart was like a maggot attached to the bone, he died and came back to life again, and he still refused to let him go.

Xie Yuanheng smiled wryly, his eyes were cold and sad, this young son of the Zhenyuan Empress Mansion has always been wandering, drunk and lying in a gentle country, I am afraid that he has never tasted such a heart-piercing feeling, this body has been tossed like this for the first time with him Well, maybe from today onwards, I will have to experience the constant pain of a heart attack.

And his own luck is really not very good, his death is unclear, his life is inexplicable, and if he lives again, he still occupies the shell of an idiot.Not only is it an idiot, but the relationship with him is not very good.

Murong Fu, Marquis of Zhenyuan, whose courtesy name is Yongji, was the first prince with a different surname in the dynasty.Old Hou Ye had a great reputation back then, Dingxibei and Pingdongnan, he was a first-class figure in Daqi, and he was also the object of Xie Yuanheng's admiration since he was a child.It's just that the old Hou Ye has a son and a daughter, but it's absurd that they compete one by one. The youngest son Murong Xiao, whose style is Linxi, can't do martial arts without writing. He is either Chu Guan or Qin Lou all day long.On the contrary, the youngest daughter, Murong Xi, still has the spirit of a fierce general, but she is not in the right place. She is aggressive and domineering, causing trouble, and has a unique reputation in the world.

Coincidentally, he scolded many people in his previous life, and Murong Xiao scolded him the most.

I just remember that this person was born in a noble family, he was supposed to be a general, but he was spoiled and spoiled, and he became a piece of rotten wood amidst the splendor, wealth, and romantic beauty, which really made people look at the fire.

"Mu, Rong, Xiao." Xie Yuanheng recited this name, which was a bit funny. If it was true, his memory told him clearly that this Murong Xiao didn't like him very much, and the news of his death came back. That day, this guy was quite happy.Not only was he happy, but this person also invited a group of friends who would only flatter the high and trample the low, and curry favor with them, and set up a place in the Lanfang Pavilion.

"This bastard." Xie Yuanheng laughed, and didn't care whether he was scolding himself now, "Calling him an idiot is really light."

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The next day, two relatively new things happened simultaneously in the Great Qi Dynasty.

The first is a joke.It is rumored that the young son of Zhenyuanhou's mansion came home from Lanfang Pavilion in disheveled clothes late at night, and was bumped into by many people. There were a lot of discussions in Beijing, and it was said that the young prince of Zhenyuanhou made the girl's belly big in Lanfang Pavilion , was beaten up by the old Hou Ye, and locked up in the mansion for a month of confinement.

The second is an anecdote.It is said that Yang Qian, an upstart general who seldom goes out on weekdays, has uncharacteristically developed a rare desire to take a break. Recently, he frequently goes out in plain clothes, hangs around Goulan in the downtown area, and often goes to teahouses and theaters, drinking tea or listening to music. all day.It's just that I heard that General Yang didn't see him ordering tea or listening carefully to ordering music. He just sat there every day and didn't know what he was doing for fun.

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Xie Yuanheng had never been beaten up in his previous life, but he never expected to get off to a good start as soon as he opened his eyes in this life.Xie Yuanheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he saw the maid came in with the ointment in her hand, and was about to reach out to take it, but unexpectedly, the maid opened the seal calmly with the ointment, as soon as she rubbed it on her hand, she wanted to pull his collar.

Xie Yuanheng was almost scared out of her wits by her, so he quickly blocked it calmly, imitating the tone of Murong Xiao in his memory, and said softly, "This time it's really ugly, so I won't let my sister do it, just put it down, I'll take care of it later." wipe it off."

Zitang snorted lightly, and patted his face with a handkerchief, her face full of coquettish anger, "virtue."

Yan Bi put down the plaster and walked away meanderingly.

Xie Yuanheng felt like a stick in his throat, almost choked.He has heard about the difference between men and women for 29 years, and believed in giving and receiving for 29 years. Because of that secretive thought, even men and men are not less trembling and cautious.

Xie Yuanheng undressed with complicated emotions, wiped off the ointment with ease, and frantically rummaged in his memories while wiping, until he was sure that he had nothing to do with that girl named Zitang, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. Take it easy.

After applying the ointment, Xie Yuanheng stared at his frail body and worried for a while, frowned and clenched his fist, feeling that this hand couldn't even pinch a chicken to death, what a delicate man with weak willows and strong winds.

Xie Yuanheng sighed, put aside these nasty little things, and began to seriously think about the terrible big thing.

This Murong Xiao, that is, the current him, when did he make this child.

Xie Yuanheng was in a state of desperation, and almost rewound Murong Xiao's memory from babbling to dying several times, but he still didn't see any clues.

Weird.

Xie Yuanheng was amazed.

Now this young man in Beijing is really outrageous, he doesn't even know if he has a child or which child he has.