The general and his spoiled wife

At the opening ceremony of the academy, many celebrities and dignitaries came.

The Twelve Princes stared at the outstandingly elegant two people standing side by side, suppressed their unhappiness, looked at Jingyang beside him, and said with a smile: "The imperial sister has worked so hard to transform the society into a hospital, and it took several twists and turns to get to the current situation. Is it easy to hand over to others?"

He meant something, Jingyang looked at him in surprise, and said in a low voice: "Twelfth brother's words are inappropriate."

The eyes of the twelve princes changed subtly, and he smiled lightly: "It's good that the emperor doesn't mind."

"..."

If she heard these words from other people, Jingyang would never care, but she heard them from the mouth of the weak and polite twelfth brother, and she couldn't help but raise her vigilance.

Feng Qingshan's father and son fought each other, the prince fell down, and the twelfth brother stood up. At that time, Qing Ao had told him: Twelve Yuan is not as innocent as he looks.

Facts also proved that what Qing Ao said was true.

The power of the East Palace was broken up, and there were as many courtiers as vassals of the twelve younger brothers. Fortunately, the father, the emperor, was healthy and survived the weakest period. Otherwise, the son was strong and the father was weak, and it would be a disaster for the country and the people.

Thinking back carefully on the Feng Qingshan Mutiny, she saw the prince's ambition and disobedience, also saw the cleverness and sensitivity of the twelfth younger brother, and even saw the ruthless father's foresight and planning.

If she wants to fight for the big position, the twelfth brother has to guard against it.

Seeing that she had plans, the Twelfth Prince didn't even expect to provoke the relationship between the imperial sister and the chess master with a few words. He just didn't like Jiang Huai, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt disliked.

Looking away, looking at the dignified and elegant beautiful woman, I couldn't move my eyes away.Chess Master of the Four Seas, famous and famous, how could he fall in love with Jiang Huai?

During the ceremony, Jiang Huai raised her eyes emotionally, and her gaze met His Highness the Twelfth Highness in mid-air. She clenched her hands in her wide sleeves slightly, and snorted coldly in her heart, dignified and calm.

After the two deans finished their lectures, it was the freshman's turn to speak. The little girl in Confucian uniform walked up to the podium quietly and came into everyone's sight.

Jiang Huai kept her eyes on the nose and nose and did not look at other people from the beginning to the end. After the welcome ceremony was over and she bid farewell to A Ci, she sent someone to deliver a message to the Twelfth Prince—half an hour later, they will gather in Zuixianglou.

The crowd dispersed, Twelve sneered: "Okay, then I will go and see what Jiang Huai has to say!"

As the head of Mr. Wu in the Academy, Jiang Huai doesn't really teach much, except for the occasional need to give pointers to his colleagues, or to teach students martial arts in his spare time. The Red Makeup Academy has just started, and her marriage in January has not yet ended, so she has plenty of time very.

After the Twelfth Prince accepted the invitation, she walked out of the academy quickly, and turned into a tailor shop at random. When she came out, she changed into a coarse linen dress with a long and thin scar on her face. She was seven points less handsome and five points more fierce. .

When passing by the wine shop, she shook out some silver coins from her cuffs, held the jug and pretended to be drunk, and staggered towards Zuixianglou.

At this time, the twelve princes were already waiting in front of Zuixiang Tower.He was dressed in brocade clothes, gentle and delicate, which attracted many people to wait and see.He could have waited upstairs, but for some unexplainable reasons, he chose to wait at the entrance of the restaurant.

He wanted to teach Jiang Huai to make a fool of himself in full view.

Speaking of which, this was Jiang Huai's first time inviting him out, Twelve was gearing up and was a little excited.

There was still a quarter of an hour before the stipulated time, and there was a burst of alcohol in the wind. Twelve raised his eyes, but before he could see the figure clearly, he was punched and fell down.

The sudden scene frightened the guards waiting on the left and right. At the moment of exclamation, Jiang Huai pretended to be drunk and knocked down the two guards, and then stepped on Twelve's delicate and weak face, kicking and cursing:

“啊，老子认识你，就是你！前儿个偷了隔壁寡妇的花裤衩，哼！昨天你还大言不惭想娶老子女儿，老子的女儿是你能肖想的吗？揍你！揍死你， You are a beast in clothes!"

When a drunk beats someone in the street, maybe the drunk hits too fast, and no one reacts to stop him for a while. Let's listen to his plausible words, stealing the widow's panties, and coveting other people's daughters, so everyone can't take care of it rashly.

Jiang Huai kicked her feet a few times, puzzled, thinking that he not only provoked herself around the corner, but also dared to peek at A Ci, she couldn't control her anger and let her out!

She picked up Twelve with one hand, and slapped her with the backhand. She said fiercely, "Say it! Do you still dare to do the same thing? Do you dare to covet someone else's family?"

Where has Twelve been wronged since he was a child?

His natural prince was beaten into a mess, and he wanted to kill him, but no matter how he resisted, the drunkard's hand was still holding him firmly, as if he was carrying him lightly. But whose little chicken!

A mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, half from being beaten, and half from being angry.

Jiang Huai reacted very quickly and let go of his hand before he vomited blood, took a few steps back, and said disgustedly: "Let me see you again, I will hit you every time I see you! Yes, I will hit you once every time I see you!"

After speaking, he continued to stagger away with the jug in hand.

Don't look at Twelve who was beaten badly, from being drunk to beating people to walking away, but just a few breaths, that is, these few breaths, he was beaten until his knees were weak and he fell to his knees at the door of the restaurant.

With scars all over his body, full of resentment, he finally got angry and passed out.

She rubbed her face, thinking of the drunkard she played just now, a strange experience arose in her heart.She wanted to start her life anew, and wanted to forget the past, beating Twelve violently, pretending to be a drunk and beating and scolding people in the street, which she would never have done before.

But I did it today, and it feels surprisingly good.

Avoiding the hidden eyeliner, Jiang Huai changed into brocade clothes after taking a bath, and flew to the academy with light work.

The dignified prince was beaten up by a drunk. This matter sounds serious, but it's hard to tell the outside world.

When Twelve woke up, he was already in his Guanghong Palace. Thinking of the drunkard who was tired of his life, he asked angrily, "Did anyone find it?"

Xiao Zhuangzi was so frightened that he plopped down on his knees: "Go...Go back to Your Highness, I have already sent someone to look for it..."

"Trash!" After cursing these words, Twelve hissed long and hard while covering the cracked corner of his mouth, the pain caused tears to appear in his eyes.

He remembered something, and asked coldly, "Where's Jiang Huai?"

Xiao Zhuangzi's face was pale: "Great... the general sent someone to say... that he can't come due to something..."

"There's no reason for that!" Twelve sat up with his arms propped up, his eyes tearing apart: "If it wasn't for him, how could I meet such a drunkard? How dare he not come!"

He was so angry that his blood was surging, he looked at the injuries on his body, and tried his best to get off the soft couch.

Xiao Zhuangzi carefully supported him, and then he heard the twelve princes say: "Go to Mingxuan Palace."

During the day, Mingxuan Palace was very quiet.

Nanny Jiu saw the Twelfth Prince limping towards this direction from a long distance away, she felt weird from a distance, but when she got closer, tsk, how could it be such a miserable word?

The distance from Guanghong Palace to Mingxuan Palace is not too short, Twelve has concocted no less than ten kinds of rhetoric, and every kind of rhetoric has been broken and crumbled, and it is nothing more than three words: bitter tricks.

He was full of hope to get the sympathy and care from his mother and concubine, so he purposely ran over without hesitation, and when he saw Nanny Jiu, his eyes were reddened, and his already fair face became even paler at this moment: "Nurse Jiu, where is concubine mother?"

Nanny Jiu saluted him respectfully, not knowing what the young man was up to, suppressing her curiosity, she replied: "Your Majesty went to Yuqing Mountain this morning to pray for the country."

"What?" Twelve's eyes widened, and he asked with pain: "Mother and concubine went to Yuqing Mountain? Pray for the country, why doesn't this palace know?"

Nurse Jiu patiently explained to him, then said in a gentle voice, "It was a temporary idea, and His Majesty agreed."

Twelve stood there bewildered, deep in his heart was the sadness and anger of being abandoned.Compared with the injuries on his body, not being comforted by his mother and concubine made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Your Highness... Would you like to come in and sit down?"

The depths of the twelve eyes were shrouded in a thick haze, and instead of looking at the nanny, they turned around and said coldly, "Go back to the palace!"

Jiang Huai was in a good mood after beating the person he had always wanted to beat.

She was walking in the red makeup college of Nuo University in a white robe, and Zhao Qiurong, who was not far away, trembled with the hem of her clothes.

Third Miss Lian accompanied her friends to admire the plum blossoms in the north courtyard. At this moment, she saw Arong standing still, and following her gaze, she also saw the handsome Jiang Huai.

Zhao Qiurong suddenly asked: "In three days, according to the class schedule, the general will teach me martial arts, right?"

"Yes." Lian Ye saw the tenderness in her eyes clearly, couldn't help but feel a shivers down his spine, and said kindly out of years of friendship: "A Rong, the general is already married."

"I know." Zhao Qiurong looked back and smiled at her: "I just like the general. What? Now even if you like someone, do you have to hide it?"

She looked at Lian Ye unscrupulously, and said with a joke: "How dare you say you don't like the general? A woman like that would like it."

Such words spit out from the mouth of the always reserved and elegant daughter of the Zhao family, Lian Ye didn't know what expression to use to respond, so as not to be rude.

She was stunned, and explained: "There are many kinds of liking. With the identity and relationship of a general and a chess master, you will not take a concubine. And with your and my temperament, you will never be willing to be someone else's concubine. "

"That's right." Zhao Qiurong nodded, and took the initiative to greet Jiang Huai when he came over.

For a while, Lian Ye was not sure what this "not bad" meant.

Logically speaking, when it comes to this matter, Ah Rong should know.But she always felt that Ah Rong would not stop there.

Miss Lian San sighed in her heart, and followed suit.

It's good that she likes Jiang Huai, but Jiang Huai won't marry her, or even respond to her.Such a beautiful man who is dedicated and outstanding, just look at him, if he is obsessed with obsession and only focuses on scheming, he will never end well, just look at Wang Zhili and he will know.

But Ah Rong has always been big-minded and thoughtful. Thinking of this 'good', it really makes people feel chills.

Zhao Qiurong said gently and softly: "General, do you have time to compete with the little girl?"

Smelling the faint scent of incense on her body, Jiang Huai took two steps back to distance herself from her, shook her head, and said nothing.

Zhao Qiurong didn't think it was disobedient, and continued: "General, he is versatile in both civil and military affairs. I recently made a painting. I wonder if the general would appreciate it?"

Jiang Huai shook her head, coldly and straightforwardly: "Not interested."

At that time Lian Ye secretly tugged on Zhao Qiurong's sleeve, Zhao Qiurong said softly, "Where are you going, General?"

"Go to the south courtyard."

Seeing that she was willing to speak, Zhao Qiurong stared at her tenderly: "I happen to be going to the South Courtyard too, can I go with the general?"

"..."

"If the general doesn't speak, that's tacit consent."

Zhao Qiurong stood with her with graceful steps: "General, please."

At this point, Jiang Huai took a serious look at her, and when the words of refusal came to her lips, she thought about it, and then laughed: "Aren't you going to compete with me? Yes."

"Is it okay?" Zhao Qiurong shot immediately while speaking!

Jiang Huai's eyes shone slightly, and he slashed open with his palm, causing Lian Ye who was beside him to take three steps back in shock—is Ah Rong's kung fu so powerful?The general's skill is so profound!In a single thought, she thought for the first time, how many tricks can A Rong do in the hands of the general?

After three moves in a blink of an eye, Zhao Qiurong smiled and said, "Is the general reluctant to get rough with me?"

Jiang Huai lowered her eyes in annoyance: "I'm offended."

As the palm wind blew, Zhao Qiurong stepped up to the difficulty and hit her shoulder firmly with a palm. Her eyes changed slightly, and she quickly moved Jiang Huai's hand to her chest pretending to be inadvertent!

This operation left Lian Ye dumbfounded - is A Rong crazy?

"presumptuous!"

When the internal force was released, Zhao Qiurong spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Looking up again, Jiang Huai has retreated five feet away!She looked cold and stern, her brows were frosty, and she looked extremely unhappy: "Miss Zhao, please respect yourself!"

Zhao Qiurong fell softly into Lianye's arms, with eyes that seemed angry but not angry, half smiling but not smiling, and asked Jiang Huai, "How is my kung fu?"

In a word, it seems that what she did just now was purely to teach Jiang Huai to understand her skills.

At this moment, Jiang Huai's temptations were all gone, and she waved her sleeves impatiently: "From now on, don't do this again!"

Seeing her leave, Lian Ye looked at her friend incredulously: "You...why did you do this just now?"

Zhao Qiurong's pure and pretty face was full of surprise: "What are you talking about? The general and I were just discussing each other, weren't we?"

Compete?Then what do you mean by pressing the general's hand on your chest?

Lian Ye's mind was tossed, the more she thought about it, the more terrifying she felt.

In the depths of Merlin, from the beginning to the end, she witnessed all the little girls coming out with smiles. She raised her brows and eyes, and walked over with innocence in her eyes: "Oh? Isn't Mister trying to seduce the general?"

Zhao Qiurong smiled softly: "No, you read it wrong." She was injured, and without saying a word, she went straight to her residence.

Friends for many years, Lian Ye was worried about her injury, and went back to her room to get her wound medicine.

Xuan Ling looked at the man's back and snorted softly, "You can't do what you can."

The daughter of the Zhao family, who is not self-sufficient, the first time she returned to the room was not to adjust her breath to recuperate, but to pick up a pen and concentrate on painting.

Thinking of the picture of Jiang Huai's sleeves fluttering and frowning and making moves, thinking of the pleasure when his hand was pressed on his chest, the more he thought about it, the faster he wrote.

This time, she drew a young man in brocade clothes with a slightly cold expression.

The young man has red lips and white teeth, a slender waist and long legs, and his repulsive appearance is so cute no matter how you look at it.

After taking the breath-regulating medicine for internal injuries, Zhao Qiurong closed the door, undressed and went to the bed. Soon, the melodious sound wafted through the room, mixed with forbearable joy and wildness. After a while, I couldn't hold it back, and there was another long cry. Exclaim...

Lian Ye stood still at the door with the medicine bottle in his hand. He didn't notice anything at first, but his ears gradually turned red when he listened carefully.

Ah Rong this is...

A lingering and intense moan came, she turned around and left in shock, the door was suddenly opened!

Zhao Qiurong looked at her with disheveled clothes, blushing face, his chest fluctuated, and he smiled softly: "What did Ah Ye hear?"

"No, it's nothing, I...excuse me..."

Lian Ye made a gesture to run, but was carried into the inner room by Zhao Qiurong: "Arong...you, what are you doing?!"

Lian Ye hadn't finished speaking, her gaze was fixed on the portrait of the soft couch, her heart was trembling violently, her complexion was pale, she looked carefully at the gentle and quiet woman in front of her, and blurted out: "You...you are not A Rong, who are you? "

Zhao Qiurong's arousal was interrupted, and the tenderness in her eyes slowly receded. She gently raised Lian Ye's jaw, and said softly, "Aye, look at me."

Lian Ye raised her eyes inadvertently, and then saw a pair of emotionless eyes, only to hear a cold instruction from her ear, Zhao Qiurong gently parted her vermilion lips: "Shift soul."