After ensuring that Zhao Shu's people were awake, Wei Tingsi suppressed his physical urges, climbed out of the inn through the window, and made his way to an ordinary farmhouse.
Yan Zelu and Hu Yichen had already gotten up. Yan Zelu was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, while Hu Yichen was making breakfast noodles. When he saw Wei Tingsi return, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his cold face seemed to be warm spring after the cold winter, full of smugness.
Most importantly, as a man, when he sees a sexually frustrated man, he knows all too well what's going on, especially since his outer garment is also missing.
He glanced at him and, seeing the man's uncontrollable masculinity, immediately grinned lewdly and whispered, "General, how about I go and find you a sensible one?"
As far as I can remember, the general has never even touched a woman's hand in the past twenty years. Sometimes when he is training troops, he doesn't even see a woman's face all year round. He has to find an experienced one.
Wei Tingsi glanced at him sideways, his smile turning cold. He pointed his long sword, and a wave of energy swept through, causing the cedarwood table in the courtyard to collapse. "Bring me some cold water."
Yan Zelu was so frightened that she took several steps back, looking at the wood chips on the ground with lingering fear. She muttered to herself, "It's not me who's making you unsatisfied, so why are you taking it out on me? If you're so capable, take it out on the princess."
Thinking of this, he immediately covered his mouth, his eyes widened, and he discovered some incredible gossip. Could it be that the general had finally won over the princess? He had been taught countless tricks by Lord Wang for five years, but none of them had worked. Unexpectedly, with Lord Wang not around, there had been some progress.
Don't ask him how he knew that the general was in love with Princess Jun. Everyone in the army was so worried about the general's marriage that they naturally became very perceptive.
Watching Wei Tingsi's retreating figure as he entered the room, he rolled his eyes and stroked his chin. Could it be that the general thought that Lord Wang was intentionally preventing him from winning the heart of the beauty?
"Uncle Yan, the general asked you to fetch water." Hu Yichen said gloatingly. Yesterday, he saw the general sitting alone on the roof, holding a chain and looking at the moon. The moon rose from the horizon to the zenith, but his gaze never changed direction.
Later, he realized that the general was not looking at the moon, but was thinking of someone. Everyone knew who this person was. Lord Wang often asked him in private how to win the heart of a woman he admired.
At first, everyone thought that Lord Wang must have taken a fancy to some girl. However, after learning the techniques, Lord Wang embellished them and pretended to be very experienced. He then solemnly taught the general how to please the woman he admired.
At that time, Lord Wang and the general were discussing things in private. He happened to bump into them once. At that time, Lord Wang took a map, placed it on the table, and held a wolf-hair brush in his hand, as if he were commanding a battle, talking about things like the Long Snake Formation and the Eight Trigrams Formation. Finally, he concluded: "In front of the woman you admire, you have to be thick-skinned."
To this day, he still wonders what the Long Snake Formation and the Bagua Formation have to do with thick skin.
Reminded by him, Yan Zelu's gossipy nature was aroused. She picked up a bucket to fetch water in the yard, then beckoned to Hu Yichen, "Chen, come here."
Hu Yichen glanced at the water in the pot, which hadn't boiled yet, then walked over to Yan Zelu and whispered, "What is it?"
"When did the general leave? How come I didn't know?"
Hu Yichen glanced at the room where Wei Tingsi was, leaned close to Yan Zelu's ear, and whispered, "Around 11 PM, they went there with a pot of wine. When they came back, not only was the wine pot gone, but their outer robe was also gone. Uncle Yan, General and Princess?" He made an ambiguous gesture of a pair, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Yan Zelu. They both laughed.
A bucket of water was brought up. Yan Zelu coughed twice, carried the bucket into Wei Tingsi's room, only to find Wei Tingsi sitting in a chair, touching his lips and grinning foolishly.
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