The atmosphere was quite awkward for a while.
Lou Ying reacted the fastest, put down the book, and bowed gently and humbly: "See the thirteenth prince. I'm sorry that I am weak and it is inconvenient to bow down."
... Having said that, his fingers were still pressed on Chi Xiaochi's hand.
Chi Xiaochi twitched his hand back quietly, but he didn't twitch.
He held back his strength and pulled back, but Lou Ying suddenly let go when he was halfway through.
With a loss of strength, the footstool Chi Xiaochi was sitting on almost overturned, and the other end was raised high. If Lou Ying hadn't held his arm from behind in time, he would have fallen on his back together with the footstool.
The foot of the stool slammed on the ground with a bang, which was earth-shattering.
Chi Xiaochi turned his face to the side, glared at Lou Ying lightly, and said nothing, got up and straightened his clothes and saluted respectfully: "See the Thirteenth Prince."
These flirtatious actions fell in Yan Yuanheng's eyes, making his eyes sting as if they were stabbed by needles.
Yan Yuanheng suppressed his emotions: "...Can I ask you to go out for a while?"
The opposite Shi Tingyun was stunned for a moment, then he helped Yu Fengmian up from the couch, as if planning to help him into a wheelchair and push him out the door.
Yan Yuanheng added: "Suchang, I'm talking about you."
Yan Yuanheng slowly calmed down after the sour gas that made his eyes glisten.
He admitted that there was nothing wrong with his tone, but the volume of the military book that he had opened was slightly deformed in his hand: "I have read a lot of military books recently, and I have a lot of experience. I heard that Mr. Yu has the ability to take care of Bao, I think May I ask Mr. Yu some questions?"
Shi Tingyun and the person on the couch looked at each other, as if they were exchanging opinions with their eyes.
When the eyes of the two met, the feeling of being pricked by a needle returned to Yan Yuanheng.
Fortunately, they didn't stare at each other for too long, Shi Tingyun got up and retire, leaving the two alone in the tent.
Yan Yuanheng sat down on the armchair far away from Yu Fengmian, and secretly spit out a turbid breath: "Mr. has been famous for a long time, although I have heard of it, it is the first time we meet."
Yu Fengmian on the couch said calmly, "The Thirteenth Prince is polite."
"When will you enter the palace, sir?"
"In the eleventh year of Jianping, I first entered Wangcheng."
… In the eleventh year of Jianping, Shi Tingyun was fourteen years old.
Yan Yuanheng was relieved: "Tingyun and I have been studying together since the age of six. When it comes to acquaintances, it is earlier. He has always been evasive in his behavior. If he is disrespectful in front of his husband, please forgive him. "
Yu Fengmian smiled gracefully: "I don't want to worry about the Thirteenth Prince, I like him like this."
Yan Yuanheng was stunned by this unexpected straight ball.
He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, Yu Fengmian cut off his words: "Isn't the Thirteenth Prince saying, there are some questions I want to ask? I must know everything."
Yan Yuanheng used all the questions he was going to discuss with Shi Tingyun in his communication with Yu Fengmian.
Yu Fengmian was indeed a good gentleman. He explained a question in simple terms and was good at giving examples. Even a person with a little knowledge of the military could understand it.
However, Yan Yuanheng was not happy at all.
These questions were originally what he wanted to chat with Shi Tingyun privately.
It was hard for him to find it.
After explaining several issues pointed out by Yan Yuanheng one by one, Yu Fengmian stopped: "Thirteenth prince, can Yu Mou understand?"
Yan Yuanheng closed the page: "I understand."
"Yu is someone who loves books, I wonder if it's okay to remind me?" Yu Fengmian pointed to the folds on the book that he pinched, "...and ask the Thirteenth Prince to cherish some pages."
Yan Yuanheng pursed his lips, and his face became more tense: "Yes."
After asking the question, Yu Fengmian began to talk politely: "I always listen to the young master, the thirteenth prince is elegant and gentleman. When I see you today, it is really extraordinary."
Yan Yuanheng raised his chin unconsciously.
He himself didn't know how naive his appearance was in the eyes of outsiders: "I never heard him mention Mr. Liu, only the Sixth Emperor. When we met today, I realized that Mr. is extremely talented."
Yu Fengmian didn't mind: "I'm not in good health and my background is poor, so I'm shameful. Thanks to the general's approval and the son's protection, I'm really ashamed to have this kind of love."
"Love?" Yan Yuanheng laughed dryly, "He's always on good terms with everyone."
Yu Fengmian didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words, or simply didn't bother to pay attention to it: "Is there anything else the Thirteenth Prince wants to ask?"
Yan Yuanheng got up: "Excuse me."
He walked out of the tent and passed Shi Tingyun, who was talking to Chu Ziling outside, and walked straight without stopping.
Shi Tingyun called him once or twice from behind, and seeing that he turned a deaf ear, he simply followed.
Yan Yuanheng heard the hurried footsteps behind him, and the tight corners of his mouth finally relaxed a little.
He deliberately slowed down his pace.
Sure enough, Shi Tingyun caught up after a few moments: "Yuan Heng! What's wrong? Did you quarrel with your husband?"
Yan Yuanheng turned his head: "...you think I am such a person?"
Shi Tingyun looked relieved and patted his shoulder, it seemed that he was planning to go back to the account.
... Does he really think he's fine? !
Yan Yuanheng felt sour in his heart, and blurted out: "Stop!"
Shi Tingyun turned around curiously.
Yan Yuanheng walked forward with a livid face: "Come to my tent, I have something to ask you."
Shi Tingyun raised his eyebrows and followed.
Yan Yuanheng returned to the tent coldly and took a seat on the couch.
Shi Tingyun didn't recognize his life at all, took a seat beside him, took the teapot, poured two cups of tea, and while drinking, handed the cup over with one hand: "Well."
Yan Yuanheng took the teacup and said in a cold tone, "Thank you."
Shi Tingyun asked, "What happened to you?"
… good question.
Since then, Yan Yuanheng has been thinking about the same question.
… What's wrong with me
It was obvious that there was nothing wrong with Fengmian, and there was nothing wrong with it, so why did he have such a yin and yang anger towards the person he met for the first time
Yan Yuanheng pressed the teacup to his lips, trying to press down the unknown sourness that spread to his throat.
He rolled his eyes and inadvertently saw Shi Tingyun's right hand resting on the edge of the small table, and his index finger tapped the table.
Shi Tingyun has had this problem since he was a child. When he is free, he likes to knock on the desktop.
Yan Yuanheng corrected him many times and thought this was not a good habit.
And this time, Shi Tingyun's little action aroused his dissatisfaction dozens of times higher than usual.
He suddenly stood up: "Renqing!"
The guards outside the door entered in response: "Thirteenth Prince, what are your orders?"
Yan Yuanheng put down the teacup: "At this time, Major General brought a pot of hot water."
The guard didn't ask the reason, answered yes, and backed out.
Soon, a pot of hot water with suitable temperature was brought into the tent, and according to Yan Yuanheng's words, it was placed in front of Shi Tingyun.
Shi Tingyun raised one eyebrow, obediently dipped his hand in the hot water, took out the hot towel soaked in the hot water, and wiped his hands while saying, "Yuanheng, what are you doing? My hands are clean, pour the It's just tea, you don't have to despise me like that."
Yan Yuanheng naturally knew.
But only watching the towel wipe his hand can make his heart feel a little better.
Ren Qing stepped back again.
With only two people left in the tent, Yan Yuanheng finally asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time: "The person you told me was Yu Fengmian?"
He wanted to hear a negative answer from Shi Tingyun.
However, Shi Tingyun seemed to be angry with him, took a sip of tea, and said slowly, "If I say yes."
Although Yan Yuanheng had already guessed in his heart, the words fell into his ears, and the sound was still thunderous. The shock made his ears numb. A heart was tormented by the magma, and the river was overturned, and it was unbearably hot like a fire.
He looked up at Yan Yuanheng: "Are you going to tell my father?"
Yan Yuanheng was so angry that his lips trembled, he put the teacup on the table, and his cheeks turned plum-colored red from anger: "I'm not that kind of whistleblower! You Shi Tingyun are willing to ruin your reputation, doing this... unbearable. What's the matter with me, Yan Yuanheng?"
As soon as the words came out, Yan Yuanheng knew that the word "unbearable" was too much.
Yan Yuanheng is a gentleman, and his good upbringing prevents him from taking the initiative to pick on the shortcomings of others.
He understands the Southern Xinjiang language, knows what the decoration on the corner of Yu Fengmian's eyes means, and he also knows about Yu Fengmian's disability.
But even if he was still angry, he immediately apologized for his inappropriate words: "Sorry. I didn't mean to slander Fengmian. I just wanted to… "
He hesitated for a long time, but he didn't make it clear what he "thought".
Shi Tingyun's complexion changed subtly, and he also put the tea cup: "Yeah. What are you doing with the Thirteenth Prince?"
Yan Yuanheng was speechless: "I..."
"The thirteenth prince's tea is good, and the hand-washing water is quite hot." Shi Tingyun stood up, "The last commander has had enough, it's time to inspect the military camp. Farewell."
"Suchang, wait..."
Shi Tingyun didn't look back, just like him just now.
Shi Tingyun said that he would leave, and the tea was still smoking hot.
Yan Yuanheng sat down in the main seat, his heart was still very sour, and he chewed upside down what Shi Tingyun had just said.
"What if I say yes"
That is, is it possible not
Ting Yunxu was testing it out and wanted to know how his friends would treat his crush. Who would want to reprimand him and call him "unbearable"... It's too much.
Yan Yuanheng took the teacup he only drank, and drank it absentmindedly.
After drinking the two cups of tea and meditating, Yan Yuanheng took the pen and paper by himself, and wrote at the desk.
When Chi Xiaochi turned back to the tent, Lou Ying was already reading.
He sat back on the footstool and looked up at Lou Ying, who was reclining on the couch.
Lou Ying asked him, "Have you dealt with it?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "Yeah."
Chi Xiaochi said again, "You did it on purpose."
"Yes." Lou Ying admitted happily, "He's always looking at you."
Chi Xiaochi lay beside the bed and raised his eyebrows to look at him.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous." Lou Ying flipped a page of the book and said, "Children are jealous. I just want to solve the problem."
Lou Ying was right.
These days, getting along with Yan Yuanheng day and night, Chi Xiaochi can feel that even if he does nothing, Yan Yuanheng's feelings for Shi Tingyun are getting stronger and stronger.
Maybe even Yan Yuanheng didn't realize this kind of feeling, but it had reached the point where he had to face it.
Otherwise, if it suddenly erupts one day, Chi Xiaochi doesn't know how to handle this relationship for Shi Tingyun.
Lou Ying asked him, "Rejected?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "That's right. Leave some leeway and let him understand how he wants."
"I can make a lot of decisions for Shi Tingyun, but they are limited." Chi Xiaochi said, "It doesn't include deciding who he will be with in the future. I'm not my uncle."
Lou Ying laughed.
While the two were talking, a window in the tent was quietly opened from the outside, and a letter fell from the sky and landed on the ground.
Chi Xiaochi stood up, walked to the window, opened the window to check first, there was no one outside.
He dusted off the fine dust on the letter, made sure that the wet ink on it belonged to Yan Yuanheng, and then opened it with confidence.
This is an apology letter, but it is not his dignified and calm style of writing in the past.
There was only the word "I'm sorry" dripping with ink, and it was written upright in the middle of a page, just like a small note handed by an angry high school student after scratching his head and scratching his cheeks.
Chi Xiaochi laughed.
Lou Ying asked from a distance on the bed, "What is it?"
Chi Xiaochi folded the young man's mind, took it back into his arms, and answered loudly, "It's nothing."