The man who said this was immediately so frightened that he also woke up.

He's just used to being cheap, and besides, the general never cares about making such jokes on weekdays.

Why is it today......

Zhan Mijiang finally came back to his senses after shouting angrily.

He was silent for a moment, then pressed his forehead.

"I'm sorry, I guess I drank too much......" he looked at the people around him with a pair of eyes.

It's obviously still a familiar scene, but how do you feel discordant at this time?

It's like it's not right.

But how could it be wrong? It's not like he hasn't been here before.

Although he thought so, Zhan Mijiang still stood up.

"You guys have fun, I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll go first."

With that, without waiting for the others to stay, he pushed the door and walked out.

Several generals looked at each other, and the original good interest was suddenly disturbed.

"What's going on? I've never seen a general fire that kindle this high. ”

"Me too, I was shocked just now."

"Doesn't the general hate his current wife? How can you not even listen to a joke? ”

Someone said casually: "The general can't really like his wife, right?" ”

The people who said this laughed when they said it themselves.

They are all people who followed the general all the way north to Yiguo, if the general really liked her, he would not have not even sent a letter, nor would he have even mentioned it.

Several people wondered, blaming the general for drinking too much.

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The carriage returned to the palace with Zhan Mijiang.

At noon, it was quiet in the palace.

After Zhan Mijiang got out of the carriage, he sobered up a little, but he was still a little drunk.

Confused, he let his instincts go, touched her bedroom door, and then raised his hand to push it open.

She was lying asleep in bed, with a small face the size of a slap wrinkled, and she didn't seem to be sleeping well.

The originally slender ankles were wrapped in gauze at this time, and there was a faint smell of medicine in the room.

The ghost of Zhan Mijiang reached out and held her foot, looking at the wound on her foot gently.

The moment he took her feet, she woke up from her dream.

When he saw him, the little fairy stiffened, and then pulled her feet out of his hands with the strength of her legs.

His hand suddenly became empty, and Zhan Mijiang raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

She always seemed to be like this, looking calm and cold, and didn't care about anything.

Looking at her, complicated feelings surged in Zhan Mijiang's heart.

He obviously likes Qi Yishu, but when he faces her, he can't help but have strange emotions in his heart.

Zhan Mijiang leaned down, obeyed his heart, and wanted to kiss her.

But the people below him frowned, their slender arms were propped up, and they refused to be close to him.

- He had a strong smell of rouge on him, and when he smelled it, he knew where it came from.

She closed her eyes, her heart was obviously scarred, but it still hurt like a pinprick at this time.

Zhan Mijiang's originally drunken eyes slowly cooled down.

Why not give it to a kiss?

He reached out and pressed her hand against her head with ease.

"What are you pretending to be high?" He smiled mockingly: "Is there anything else about you that I haven't played with?" Well? ”

He pressed insultingly against her, his hands running behind her back, lifting her back off the bed and pressing it against his chest.

The person under him had a faint smell of medicine on his body, and he did not flush his nose.