Be Careful General's Wife!

"Xu Zheng." A male voice sounded behind him, and when Xu Zheng turned around, he saw Qianhu Zhongliang from the riding and archery camp, and he responded with a smile.

"Eh……"

"What did the little general want to tell you?" Zhong Liang asked, looking at the direction Song Ziling was leaving.

Xu Zhengshi said: "The little general came to Zhai Xing and said that he wanted to learn marksmanship with him."

"That's unfortunate. Zhai Xing left the camp yesterday afternoon because his mother was ill."

"Yes, that's what I told the little general. I don't know if Zhai Xing's mother is seriously ill. I hope that if it is not serious, she will get better soon." All the worries about Aunt Zhai Xing.

That's right, he lied to the little general, Zhai Xing didn't go home to visit him, but his mother was sick.

Yesterday his family sent someone to pass the word that his mother was ill, so he hurried home yesterday, and today he took a day off.

The little general came to look for Zhai Xing today, and made it clear that he wanted to ask Zhai Xing what he meant. Although he persuaded Zhai Xing when he returned to the camp the day before yesterday, the person who didn't want to share the general's worries was Zhai Xing. He also didn't want to see Zhai Xing, who entered the camp two years later, but now climbed to the same position as him, relying on his status as the general's son-in-law to climb higher and higher.

Therefore, he deliberately told the little general that Zhai Xing went home to see him, making the little general think that Zhai Xing did this to hide from the general's mansion.

Returning home at dusk, Song Ziling told his parents that Zhai Xing had taken leave to go home to see each other.

Zhai Xing's evasive attitude made both Song Heng and Mu Na a little unhappy.

Song Heng's point is that as soon as he sensed their family's intentions, he hurried home to see each other, as if he, a general, would use his power to overwhelm others and force him to marry his daughter.

Mu Na's point is that if Zhai Xing avoids her so much, it's because she dislikes her daughter too much.

Although her daughter's reputation is not good, she is still unhappy to be so disliked by others.

Zhai's

Zhai Xing sat on the edge of the bed with a medicine bowl and fed medicine to his mother.

Mrs. Zhai was half lying on the bed with a pillow, looking haggard and pale.

After feeding the medicine, Zhai Xing handed the medicine bowl to the maid who was standing aside.

"When are you going back to camp?" Mrs. Zhai wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

Zhai Xing said: "I'll go back tomorrow morning, mother, are you feeling better?"

Mrs. Zhai smiled and nodded, "It's much better. Just practice hard after you return to camp. Don't worry about mother."

"..." Zhai Xing hesitated for a moment, looked up into his mother's eyes and said, "My mother has something I want to tell you, and you can help my son out."

The smile on Mrs. Zhai's face faded away, and her brows were slightly frowned, "Say it."

It seemed that something was wrong with my son.

"The son told mother, mother should not tell father about them."

"Don't worry, when you don't let mother tell them, mother won't tell them, and you know that mother's mouth is the tightest."

Zhai Xing got up to close the door, walked back and sat on the edge of the bed again, and told the story of going to the general's mansion for a banquet from the beginning to the end.

"The little general obviously took us to the garden to meet the eldest lady by accident. The general's wife asked about the situation of the son's family. I am afraid that she has found her son and wants him to marry the eldest lady. Although the eldest lady is good-looking, she is not tempered. As rumored outside, but the son also has no intentions for the eldest lady."

"However, the general is kind to his son and has saved his life on the battlefield. He is his son's life-saving benefactor."

"If the general tells his son formally, he really doesn't know how to make a choice."

If you agree, you will inevitably have to bear gossip, and even get poked in the back, but if you don't agree, it is ungrateful, and you are sorry for the life-saving grace of the general.

No choice seems right.