Mo Ruchen finally couldn't stand it anymore, he stood up and said, "We're leaving first!"
If he stays any longer, he will definitely get some kind of problem.
After looking at Lu Wan, he wanted to say a few more words, but Bu Wenge quickly covered his mouth and pulled him out.
Qi Meng fell behind, his face twisted with sourness.
He hadn't taken a few steps when he turned back and leaned against the door frame, saying, "Brother Chen, I also want to--"
"What are you thinking?" Shen Yan smiled, "Lifelong affairs are not within the scope of Qingyun Army's business, get out of here."
Qi Meng pursed his lips and closed the door dejectedly.
Almost all the Wanhuabai on the table was drunk by several people, and only a shallow layer of wine remained in the wine jar.
Shen Yan closed his eyes, smelling strongly of alcohol.
"Are you drunk, Brother Ayan?" Lu Wan asked.
Chen Yan tightened his grip around her waist and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"
"Ouch." Lu Wan suddenly cried out.
Shen Yan opened his eyes, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lu Wan pursed her lips and muttered quietly, "Why did Prince Bu leave?"
Shen Yan's face darkened instantly, and he asked sinisterly, "Do you really want to see him?"
Lu Wan didn't hear the danger in his tone at all. She looked up at him stupidly and asked expectantly, "Can I?"
Shen Yan laughed angrily.
…
…
Right now.
Mo Ruchen and others sat together.
Qi Meng covered his face and wailed, "Brother Chen already has a wife, I want one too!"
He is eighteen years old this year, and it is time for him to get married and have children. But I have been stationed in Mobei with the army for many years and have never thought about this matter.
I was really stimulated by Shen Yan today.
Mo Ruchen said with disdain, "What the hell are you thinking? Can you have some ambition?"
Qi Meng snorted: "I don't have one. I just want to pursue a young wife now."
Bu Wen Ge smiled softly and nodded, "Xiao Meng is indeed old enough to get married."
Hearing him say this, Qi Meng became somewhat unhappy again, as if he was too old.
Qi Meng tilted his head to look at him: "Prince Bu, you are twenty-one now, okay?"
"I am a few years younger than you," Qi Meng said, "Mr. Bu Er's child was born last year."
Bu Wen Ge shook his head and said with a smile: "My marriage will naturally be decided by my father."
He is the prince of Mobei, so he has to think carefully about who he marries.
"Besides," Bu Wen Ge smiled slightly, "the war in the northern border has not yet been resolved, and I have no interest in it now."
These words pleased Mo Ruchen very much. He felt that a real man should pursue his career, unlike Chen Yan who is now decadent!
"Bu Wenge, you are absolutely right," Mo Ruchen agreed, "A real man should deal with those bastards in Beiting!"
Bu Wen Ge: "...That's not necessary."
He suddenly remembered something and asked Mo Ruchen jokingly, "What about Miss Yang Er?"
Mo Ruchen's smile instantly faded, and he frowned and said, "What does it have to do with me?"
Qi Meng also came over and said sourly: "Miss Yang Er is gentle and beautiful, what's wrong with that? You must be blind to treat you differently."
The second Miss Yang they were referring to was Yang Deshan’s second daughter and Yang Qihong’s younger sister, Yang Yanyan.
Yang Qihong is arrogant and proud, while Yang Yanyan is the exact opposite, gentle and kind.
When in Mobei, Yang Yanyan often came to help Yang Deshan deliver some things to the Qingyun Army, sometimes food, sometimes medicinal herbs.
She was very quiet, saying almost nothing, but just smiling gently.
Perhaps it was because of this that Mo Ruchen didn't know how to say no.
After all, they didn't say it out loud.
Thinking of that slender figure, Mo Ruchen raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily to Qi Meng: "Since you like her so much, why don't you go and ask Yang Deshan to marry her?"
He looked Qi Meng up and down and said, "I think you two are a good match."
Bu Wen Ge's expression changed slightly: "Achen."
Qi Meng didn't respond, but just looked behind him with a strange look.
This feeling was not unfamiliar. The last time I felt this was in Shen Yan's villa.
Mo Ruchen realized something, pursed his lips, and slowly turned around.
It gets dark earlier in the capital than in Mobei, and the moon has already risen in the sky.
A ray of moonlight fell on the girl's skirt. She raised her eyes and her gaze met Mo Ruchen's.
The air around seemed to be stagnant.
Yang Yanyan suddenly curved her delicate eyebrows, lowered her eyes and said softly, "Meet the generals."
It seemed as if he hadn't heard anything they had just said.
Only Mo Ruchen noticed that the girl's fingertips, which were gripping the handkerchief with such force, turned white.
But there was still a gentle smile on her lips.
The arc is just right, and one cannot find any fault with it, nor can one see any real emotion.
He was sure that Yang Yanyan heard those words clearly.
Why should I laugh when I clearly don't want to laugh?
Faked death!
Mo Ruchen was furious and annoyed: "What are you doing here? What do the people down there do for a living? Can anyone just come in casually?"
"Achen, how can a girl be so fierce?" Bu Wen Ge reminded softly.
Yang Yanyan's body trembled slightly.
She thought, he really disliked her.
Yes, he is such a good man and deserves the best woman.
She and Mo Ruchen met on a sunny autumn day.
It was quite tacky, but on the way up the mountain to worship Buddha, they were stopped by robbers.
The young general happened to pass by and rescued them.
This is a common plot in storybooks where a hero saves a beautiful girl.
The curtain of the carriage was blown up by the wind, and through the gap she caught a glimpse of a tall young man, his sword wielding like a startled wild goose.
The wind stops, but the heart does not stop.
Yang Yanyan reluctantly curled her lips and replied, “It’s like this, I heard that General Shen’s previous injury has not healed yet, and my father got a miraculous medicine recently, so he specially asked me to let him go.”
“It’s just that it’s not easy for Yanyan to enter the city, and I don’t know when General Shen will arrive at the other courtyard, so I can only ask a few generals to convey it.”
Her voice was gentle, neither hurried nor slow.
But after all the talk, Mo Ruchen only heard the words "for Chen Yan".
His face darkened, and for some reason he became even angrier. He said to Yang Yanyan in a cold voice, "Come out with me."
He walked out of the yard and headed towards a quieter place, finally stopping in front of a pile of rockery.
Yang Yanyan was a little confused, but still followed him quietly.
It was a little dark, but Mo Ruchen was a martial artist and could see even in the dark. He is tall and has long legs and walks very fast.
But Yang Yanyan was just an ordinary lady. In order to catch up with his speed, she could only hold up the hem of her skirt and hurry up, so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead.
I wasn't paying attention to my steps for a moment and accidentally tripped over something and fell.
Yang Yanyan frowned, glanced at the young man in front of her who had not stopped, and stood up silently while enduring the pain.
It's just that my ankles and knees hurt so much.
She endured the urge to jog a few steps, and saw Mo Ruchen suddenly stop and curse in a low voice.
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