Wei Lan was stunned.
After coming here for so many years, she has already understood that when a man does this, it is definitely not what she used to think, it is a self-recommended pillow, and she can laugh it off.
If she met someone like Huan Heng in her previous life, Wei Lan would probably have smiled, then gently hugged him in her arms, and after a few comforting words, she would personally send him home, and then send a large box of treasures there as a breakup fee.
In a sense, it is actually a kind of humiliation for men in this world to do this kind of thing. When she examines this issue, she needs to consider the other party as a woman.
What does it feel like for a woman to act like this towards a woman, or a man
After a long thought exchange, Wei Lan finally turned cold, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Let go."
"Why, finally angry?" Huan Heng lowered his voice, and sneered: "Didn't you always pay attention to everything I did, didn't you always care about it? Now you are finally angry? Married people are different. Wei Shizi?"
Hearing this, Wei Lan couldn't help laughing angrily.
No matter how much others are afraid of Huan Heng, no matter how worried about Huan Heng's rebellion or other things, Wei Lan is never afraid.
Just like when you raise a wolf, even if it becomes the wolf king, in your heart, it is still the little wolf dog that you held in your arms and put your hand in his mouth, and he would not bite.
Wei Lan didn't dare to let other people do it because she knew that Huan Heng couldn't stand other people.
If anyone present today, whether Wang Xi or Xie Zichen, made a move, there is no guarantee that this place will not become a mutiny. So she kept pressing Xie Zichen, but she never thought of pressing herself.
She squinted her eyes, looked at Huan Heng, and finally said: "Don't let go?"
"Yes, I won't let go!" Huan Heng said stubbornly, and said in a cold voice: "I won't let go today, I see him Xie Zichen..."
Before she finished speaking, Wei Lan flipped the wat board in her hand and shook Huan Heng away with a palm. Huan Heng subconsciously made a move. Wei Lan slapped the wat board towards him and kicked him between his knees at the same time. Heng made a backhand block, and Wei Lan raised his hand and turned one of his hands behind him, knelt down while pressing him down, and said angrily, "Back to you!"
Huan Heng's martial arts were taught by Wei Lan.
When he was a boy who only whipped a whip on a horse, it was Wei Lan who led him to pick up the sword, and it was Wei Lan who taught him the boxing skills. What Wei Lan taught, she naturally knew how to restrain it. As soon as the two of them made a move, it was only subconsciously, and Huan Heng was at a disadvantage.
He was already the great general who destroyed Chen Guo, but the imprint left by the youth's martial arts foundation has not faded at all on him.
He didn't know why he felt a little sad, this person left too many things in his life, as long as he met each other, he could find traces of this person everywhere.
So he didn't resist, and the man who was much stronger than her was pressed down by her with one hand, his lips were tightly pressed, and he didn't say a word. The surrounding people were stunned by this scene, and everyone became nervous, afraid that Huan Heng would kill everyone here if he disagreed.
However, Huan Heng didn't speak, Wei Lan looked at his stubborn look, and lost her temper in an instant.
At her age, what kind of temperament should she have with a child like Huan Heng
So she softened her movements, put her hands back and stood up, and said calmly: "Marshal, go back."
Huan Heng knelt down without saying a word, the guard next to him came up and asked cautiously, "Marshal?"
This is a question, but the meaning is very clear. Wei Lan moved her hand. At this moment, whether this group of people will go or stay depends on Huan Heng's words.
Wei Lan's eyes fell on Huan Heng with a cold expression. Huan Heng raised his head and stared at Wei Lan: "Wei Xiang and this commander are close friends, and my commander is now returning to the south. I hope that Wei Xiang will take care of him."
"It's easy to say." Wei Lan's face was flat, Huan Heng hooked the corners of his mouth: "The handsome is staying in Changxinhou's mansion, how about inviting Wei Xiangbing to talk at night?"
"Marshal Huan," Xie Zichen said in a cold voice, "President Wei is busy with official duties, so let the lower officials entertain Marshal."
"It's none of your business if I talk to Xiang Wei?" Huan Heng's expression turned cold for a moment: "What do you think you are? It's shameless to give you face, right?"
While Huan Heng was speaking, the soldiers had already pulled out their weapons. Xie Zichen remained expressionless, and took a step in front of Wei Lan. When Wei Lan completely blocked him, he said indifferently: "The second rank of Shang Shuling In the eyes of Marshal Huan, it may not be considered a thing, but in the eyes of the people of the world, it still has some weight, entertaining the Marshal will not lose the Marshal's face."
"Xie Zichen," Huan Heng said with a sneer, "Except for Wei Lan, all of you here today are nothing in my heart, do you understand?"
"Understood," Xie Zichen nodded, and said seriously: "Don't say I'm waiting. Chen Guo's remnants and Di Jiexiong soldiers are nothing in front of the marshal. The Huan family has 600,000 soldiers. If you go south, you can win your majesty." The throne of gold, going north to ping Dijie with millions of soldiers, in this world, who else can the marshal value?"
Huan Heng's face froze when he said this. Although Xie Zichen didn't say it clearly, Huan Heng could hear what Xie Zichen meant. Huan Heng is located at the border. Now that Chen Guo has just been destroyed, Huan Heng is still facing the burden of cleaning up Chen Guo, and Rong Hua is contacting various clans everywhere, waiting to counterattack. Abandon him and join forces with Di Jie with the fiefdom he owns, then he will face the enemy.
He was betting that it was impossible for the Great Chu court to bow its head and join forces with Di Jie, but why didn't Xie Zichen and others know that it was impossible for him to let the Great Chu fall into Di Jie's hands
This is an internal struggle, but if it is urgent, it must be Rong Hua's benefit.
He can burn jade and stone together, so how can Da Chu not be able to die
Huan Heng didn't speak, and after a while, he couldn't help laughing: "If you said such things to me back then, I might still think about it."
Xie Zichen frowned, Huan Heng looked up at him, but said: "But now, Xie Zichen, I have something that I must get back, even if it costs the entire Huan family, I will get it back!"
As he said that, he withdrew his gaze, but looked at the crowd, and said with a cold expression: "Today I will make it clear. Wei Xiang is willing to share the friendship with me, so Huan Heng will go to Shengjing with Wei Xiang to find His Majesty Take the reward."
"If Wei Xiang refuses to agree to such a small request, I have no choice but to doubt His Majesty's sincerity towards the meritorious officials. No matter what the consequences are in the end, I, Huan Heng, will tell everyone—everyone today, don't even think about going back! "
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed. Wang Xi looked at Wei Lan with pleading eyes. Wei Lan couldn't help curling her lips, looked at Xie Zichen who was standing in front of her clenched fists, and laughed lowly: "It's just a reminiscence with Marshal Huan, why did Marshal Huan make such a big fight?"
As she spoke, she came out from behind Xie Zichen, who stopped her. She looked up at Xie Zichen and said calmly, "Do you believe me?"
Xie Zichen opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.
Wei Lan smiled and said softly, "Zichen."
One sentence is worth a thousand words. Xie Zichen understood what she meant. Now that Huan Heng's state is obviously not right, he must have experienced something. Before he is sure, he should focus on comforting her and not provoking him.
She is not only his wife, but also the prime minister of Da Chu. If she was just his wife today, Huan Heng's request would be a shameful humiliation. But as the prime minister of Da Chu, she has the responsibility to keep Da Chu safe, so no matter what request Huan Heng puts forward, she has to stand up.
Xie Zichen understood, he understood all the truths, but for some reason, he still couldn't help but clenched his fists, unable to control his majestic killing intent, and stared at Huan Heng.
Huan Heng smiled contemptuously, walked up to Wei Lan, held Wei Lan's hand and said, "Then Prime Minister Wei, let's go?"
Wei Lan wanted to withdraw her hand, but Huan Heng said directly: "You can draw it. After the draw is over, I will kill Wang Xi first. What do you think?"
Wang Xi's face froze, Wei Lan froze, and looked up at him. After a while, Wei Lan smiled, smiling like a spring in March, just like a young man when he was in high spirits.
"A Heng wants to hold me, how could I refuse?" Wei Lan held Huan Heng's hand with a gentle expression on her face: "A beauty like Ah Heng should be treated gently."
Huan Heng has not seen Wei Lan like this for many years.
She seemed to have been a different person since she left the North, or before. She doesn't wander around, she doesn't stay at will, she is serious and stubborn about her relationship, she said to help him, so she stayed in the north, and handed over the whole north into his hands.
She said she was going to leave, and she also galloped on the horse, jumped into the flat boat brought by Xie Zichen, and didn't even know how to look back.
Seeing her slutty appearance after many years now, Huan Heng couldn't help being stunned, an unspeakable joy welled up in his heart, he trembled his lips, not knowing how to speak. Wei Lan held his hand, raised her finger, pressed it on his lips, and let out a "shh".
"Needless to say," she said with tenderness in her eyes, "I'll take you home."
Huan Heng looked at her, with just such a sentence, his tears suddenly fell down.
"Okay." He said hoarsely: "Alan, take me home."
Wei Lan smiled, raised her hand to wipe away his tears, and then led him into the sedan chair.
After the sedan chair was driven away, Wang Xi finally came up, patted Xie Zichen on the shoulder, and comforted him: "The overall situation is the most important thing, don't think too much."
Xie Zichen glanced at him calmly, and said calmly, "I didn't think much about it."
"Liar," Wang Xi gloated and laughed, "You haven't thought much about it, is it this expression?"
"I really don't think much about it." Xie Zichen said calmly: "I usually don't care about people who are dying."