Limited Ambiguity

Chapter 40

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When the hover car drove onto the fast lane, the scenery on both sides became afterimages. Lu Fenghan leaned his elbows on the window, and his fingers holding the joystick were still numb.

He laughed at himself in his heart. It wasn't the first time he pinched Qi Yan's face.

But this was the first time Qi Yan took the initiative to let him pinch his face.

Can it be the same

Lu Fenghan leaned back in his chair as if to let off some steam, and restrained himself from looking at Qi Yan.

But after trying hard to restrain himself, he still tilted his head to take a look.

Qi Yan projected a small screen and was staring at the characters on it in a daze, his eyes focused. The bright light reflected on his face, his skin was delicate and white, like flawless jade, and I don't know what he ate to grow up.

Lu Fenghan's fingertips felt itchy again.

In order to suppress this itch, he turned on the camera function of his personal terminal and took a picture of Qi Yan's side.

I don’t know if it was because I was too focused or I was completely unprepared for him, but Qiyan didn’t even notice after the filming was over.

Lu Fenghan was in a good mood and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Working on 'Po Jun'." Qi Yan was multitasking, inputting characters while talking to Lu Fenghan, "Were you filming me just now?"

Unexpectedly, Qi Yan discovered it. Lu Fenghan asked him, "How did you find it?"

"Your movements are too large and you are not hiding. You are easily discovered."

A smile appeared in Lu Fenghan's eyes—

It seems that Qi Yan is not as serious as he looks.

Instead of going home directly, the two of them stopped by Deborah's custom studio to order clothes.

This is what Lu Fenghan realized - after returning from the desolate planet, it was already December in the blink of an eye, and it was time to buy winter clothes.

Even though the Alliance's thin layer of clothing is enough to keep warm in winter and cool in summer, humans still pursue visual warmth due to their consciousness formed over millions of years.

Just like when Lu Fenghan saw Qi Yan wearing a shirt, he always felt that Qi Yan would be cold.

When they arrived at Deborah, they were received by the same tailor who had come to their house to take Qi Yan's measurements last time.

Because it had been almost four months and Qi Yan's size had changed, the tailor brought another tape measure. But this time he did not act rashly, but took the initiative to hand the tape measure to Lu Fenghan: "Can you please measure the data?"

Lu Fenghan took it in his hand and recalled the last time Qi Yan cried out in pain.

Carrying a tape measure to Qi Yan's side, Lu Fenghan said in a low voice with a smile: "Come, measure our little darling to see if he has grown taller or fatter."

Qi Yan was disassembling the useful grading functions and only paid some attention to Lu Fenghan, allowing the other party to play with him.

He put the tape measure around Qi Yan's waist, put his fingers together, and looked down at the number on the tape measure: "Tsk, your waist has become thinner again."

It was so thin that he could hold it with one hand.

Lu Fenghan discussed with Qi Yan: "Could it be a problem with package A?"

Qi Yan distractedly answered him: "But your cooking is terrible."

That’s true.

This is the same as being on the front line and having a very low hit rate when firing artillery - you have no right to speak.

Lu Fenghan shut up decisively and started to worry again: "I'd better eat more of set meal A and drink less nutritional supplements. If I lose weight any more, I'll die."

The material of the clothes was chosen by Qi Yan, but the style was chosen by Lu Fenghan.

He frowned at the new styles of the season projected by the tailor, "How many styles are there here?"

"Mr. Lu, there are 117 styles in total. If you count the different fabrics, there will be more."

Lu Fenghan had never thought about the issue of clothing.

The First Military Academy had a dress code, with different uniforms for classes and training. When I joined the expeditionary force, I had several sets of uniforms to change, and I would get a new one after each one was worn out. As for the vacation time, which could be counted on two hands, I could just wear the pullover sportswear of Erich and Vincent.

Therefore, Commander Lu, who remained calm and could figure out the complex multi-dimensional star map in minutes, felt troubled for the first time because there were too many styles of clothes and he didn't know how to choose.

The instigator has already called up the virtual draft paper and I don’t know what he is writing or drawing.

Lu Fenghan had no choice but to recall Qi Yan's usual dressing habits and pick out styles that were unlikely to go wrong.

While choosing, I was thinking, does a bodyguard's job scope also include selecting seasonal clothes for the employer

However, when Lu Fenghan thought about Qi Yan wearing clothes chosen by others, he felt a little unhappy.

Forget it, I'd better do this myself. The first time is new, the second time is familiar.

So for the next half hour, Qi Yan lowered his head and wrote a long list of complicated formulas, while Lu Fenghan was focused and diligently helped Qi Yan pick clothes.

The tailor took over the style number specified by Lu Fenghan, and glanced at the two people sitting close to him. He always felt that the young master and the bodyguard were cold and noble, but the bodyguard did not look like a bodyguard.

Especially the look he gave his employer, it was a bit... hard to describe.

After deciding on the material and style, the star coins will be directly deducted from Qi Yan's account. The two were about to leave when they vaguely heard a woman's voice speaking in a delicate voice, and the name mentioned in the conversation was "Wen Shao".

Seeing Lu Fenghan frowning and looking towards the source of the voice, the tailor realized, "The person who is speaking is a new customer of our store, Ms. Luo Fina. She came here for the first time with Mr. Qi Wenshao."

The tailor only said half of his words, but he expressed his full meaning.

It was obvious that he knew Qi Yan's identity, which was why he said this.

Seeing that Qi Yan was concentrating on "Po Jun" and was in a daze and didn't pay attention to these things, Lu Fenghan chatted casually: "Does Ms. Jiang Yunyue know?"

The tailor was obviously very aware of these secrets and gossips. "Ms. Luo Fina is very high-profile. Although Ms. Jiang Yunyue has just been released on bail, she should have known about it."

Lu Fenghan was not interested in the emotional disputes of people like Leto, but this matter concerned Qi Yan. After thinking about it for a while, he understood that Jiang Yunyue had not only been imprisoned for a period of time and her reputation was ruined because of academic fraud, but she might even lose her position as Mrs. Qi.

According to Jiang Yunyue's personality, she had finally climbed up from the bottom and experienced what it was like to be the best. Her desire for power would only accumulate layer by layer and she would not let it go easily.

Qi Wenshao did not hide anything at all, and if he wasn't careful, he might suffer backlash from Jiang Yunyue.

As long as Qi Yan is not involved, Lu Fenghan would be happy to see it happen. After all, that family is not a good person.

Similar to what Lu Fenghan thought, Jiang Yunyue was sitting on the sofa at this time, trying her best to maintain her expression, waiting for Qi Wenshao to finish answering the call.

Before being taken away by the police, she guessed that something might happen during her absence. When she was released on bail, as expected, the whole social circle was laughing at her.

The person who had personally handed her the invitation letter every time before now dared to say to her face, "I heard that you can't manage the Qi Family Foundation and charity projects anymore? It's really pitiful. You make tea and grow flowers at home every day. But you have to get used to it. You still have a long life. What about your son? Turan can't get in. Which school is he going to study in?"

Every word hit her sore spot.

Her husband not only failed to protect her, but also stepped on her face and had intimate relations with another woman without any scruples.

Jiang Qi is already useless. After being released from prison, his temper has become worse and worse, and he acts impulsively and irrationally. He cannot be relied upon.

As for Qi Wenshao, she remembered that someone in the prison had warned her that if she relied on Qi Wenshao, she might not be able to keep her position as Mrs. Qi.

Some things have to be held in your own hands to be safe.

She was a little hesitant at first, but now she feels that she was too short-sighted before.

Carefully pouring the tea into the cup, Jiang Yunyue tasted it and her smile became more gentle and elegant.

In mid-December, the temperature was dropping, but there was still no movement in Leto. Turan, relying on his climate detection and control system, made it snow heavily in a very appropriate manner.

The university was covered with snow all night long, and all the white marble buildings in the school were covered with a thick layer of white, like a silver blanket. Walking on the ground, you will leave a series of footprints.

The snow-clearing robot diligently cleared the snow on the main road and then stood under the tree as instructed.

Qi Yan was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and Lu Fenghan forced her to wear a pair of furry earmuffs, which made her already small face look even smaller.

When Qi Yan was walking in the snow, Lu Fenghan deliberately fell behind a few steps, called Qi Yan's name, and when the person turned around, he took the opportunity to take a photo.

The frost and snow in the background looked like a painting, but because of the prayer, they all became a backdrop.

After Lu Fenghan finished filming, Qi Yan said, “You like this a lot lately.”

The tip of his nose was a little red from the cold, and a faint pink color was oozing out.

"Take a picture of you?" Lu Fenghan put his hands in his shirt pockets without explaining.

But Qi Yan didn't care, and instead brought up another topic: "Xia Zhiyang just sent me a message to remind me that things are very dangerous recently. What happened?"

A few days ago, Qi Yan figured out a trick, and the basic structure of Pojun had taken shape. Two days ago, he took Lu Fenghan to the Super Light Computer Equipment Center, applied for an equipment room, and did data simulation in it for a whole night.

The next day, his face was pale, but he was so excited that he didn't even get enough sleep.

Lu Fenghan knew without guessing that "Po Jun" must have made another step forward.

Although he didn't quite understand what Pojun was used for, it didn't stop him from being in a good mood.

It was also because of this that Qi Yan was so focused on "Po Jun" that he didn't even have time to read the "Leto Daily".

"The Leto elite circle has been in turmoil recently. Xia Zhiyang must have heard something from his parents, so he came to remind you."

Lu Fenghan summarized it simply, "In this week, a musician, three wealthy people, and two heirs died in accidents in various ways. As far as I know, Xia Zhiyang's uncle also had a hovercraft accident and is still lying in the treatment cabin. There are six or seven people with the same situation as him."

Qi Yan: "Is it man-made?"

"That's right," Lu Fenghan's eyes reflected the color of snow, "It has been more than 200 years since the star calendar was counted, and Leto's network of contacts has been intertwined for more than 200 years. Just like you and Xia Zhiyang, you may have the same genes and are related. The deaths of these six people have set off a huge wave in Leto, a circle built on money and power."

Qi Yan understood as soon as he heard it.

Putting aside the relationship between relatives and friends, let’s just say that one person died today, and another one died tomorrow. Will it be my turn the day after tomorrow

Fear and the anger caused by fear must have a target to vent.

Qi Yan asked: "They asked the expeditionary force to return to defend Leto?"

Lu Fenghan laughed.

Qi Yan is very smart.

He seems to be ignorant of the ways of the world, but he has a very clear understanding of human nature.

"That's right. If the last time Leto's starship to Voz was hijacked by interstellar pirates in the jump channel aroused fear among ordinary people, then this series of accidental deaths has made the powerful feel uneasy."

Lu Fenghan's tone didn't sound like he was discussing serious political affairs. "General Nie Huaiting can't hold on for much longer. All parties are putting pressure on him. If he still insists on leaving the expeditionary force at the front line of the Southern Cross Region to confront the rebels, then Leto will be the first to cause chaos."

Qi Yan was very clear-headed: "But if the expeditionary force is transferred back from the front line, the entire alliance will be in chaos."

Lu Fenghan stopped and looked down at Qi Yan, who had a serious expression on his face. “But for many people, the danger ten steps away is not as scary as the butcher’s knife within half a step. Humans have a survival instinct, and saving one’s life is the most important thing. As long as one saves one’s life, what does it matter if the alliance is gone and ten million people die?”

Qi Yan shook his head: "This is not right."

"But that's human nature." Lu Fenghan looked beyond Turan, at the layers of buildings in Leto, and there was some other emotion in his words, "The rebels and Climo made a good move. No, I should say that every move was a good move."

Qi Yan felt that Lu Fenghan was sad at this time.

It's just that his eyes are usually too distracted and his heart is too resolute, so even his sadness cannot be easily seen.

Lu Fenghan quickly restrained his emotions, as if the sadness he had just revealed was Qi Yan's illusion.

He raised his hand to help Qi Yan gather his collar to block out the cold wind. "We can remind Xia Zhiyang later not to leave Turan during this period. These accidents are man-made. Someone in their circle must be communicating with the rebels and interstellar pirates, or someone who has been planted for many years has begun to operate. Turan has a protection system, which is safer than the outside world."

Qi Yan raised his chin, revealing his fragile Adam's apple, to make it easier for Lu Fenghan to tidy it up, and said "hmm" softly.

Seeing that he was so well behaved, Lu Fenghan pinched his face and said, "As long as I am here, I will protect you."

Qi Yan realized that the "protection" in Lu Fenghan's words seemed to be more than just the "protection" written in their contract.

Lu Fenghan didn't say anything more.

Although he wore the uniform of the Alliance military and had a silver star on his shoulder, people would occasionally call him "General Lu" in addition to "Commander Lu."

Unlike Lu Jun, he never had any lofty aspirations or ideals, and never thought about leaving a name in history. He was stationed on the front line for many years just because that was what he could do and what he wanted to do.

Sometimes when we are tired and exhausted, and the blade of the sword for killing the enemy is blunt, we can recite the declaration engraved on the stone tablet of the First Military Academy a few times to muster up some courage to stand up and kill the enemy.

"Using bones as shields and blood as blades, we will move forward for the sake of the alliance."

Every Alliance soldier has read it hundreds of times and knows it by heart.

At this moment, Lu Fenghan allowed himself to lose his mind and be blinded—

I am a sword and shield, not to protect the stars, but to protect you.