Puyang Zheng, who originally avoided the courtyard due to the noise, never expected to meet such an indistinguishable beauty by this remote pond.
His pupils were slightly opened, and he watched with some surprise as Qi Yan glanced at him after feeling his gaze. Their eyes intertwined and stayed there.
For a moment, Puyang Zheng was silent, and Qi Yan couldn't speak.
After a while, Pu Yangzheng seemed to realize that he had lost his composure. He clenched his fist and covered his lips, coughed lightly and said, "May I ask who the young master is?"
Puyang Zheng had never seen him before, so how could he be in the backyard if he was a guest? That of a domestic servant is even more impossible.
Qi Yan chuckled, straightened up and took two steps forward, bowing respectfully.
"Qi Yan, a young man from Hehuanlou, has met General Puyang."
"Hehuan Building?" It felt a little familiar, and suddenly I remembered that the housekeeper had told me that he had invited the singer from Hehuan Building to help. Could it be him
Thinking of this, Puyang Zheng was startled and looked over with some disbelief. His explicit suspicion caused Qi Yan to laugh crisply.
"General, don't look any further. The singer is not a niche, the niche is just a follower."
"Uh, that's it." Feeling that his thoughts were unexpected, Pu Yangzheng's resolute and handsome face turned red and he responded with an embarrassed smile.
"The banquet is coming soon, and the general is not afraid of causing trouble when he comes out like this."
Silently taking a few steps forward again, Qi Yan asked casually.
"The butler is here." Puyang Zheng also relaxed.
He is said to be a general, but he never has the airs of a general. When fighting abroad, we share the joys and sorrows with lower-level soldiers, and there is no discrimination or distinction between high and low.
"General..." Qi Yan called, his beautiful smile like a flash in the pan, "I heard that your previous wives all died of illness?"
The topic turned to this, and the cool wind came like frost, freezing the surrounding atmosphere and freezing time.
Pu Yangzheng frowned and looked over displeased: "This is not something you should ask about."
"Xiaosheng is just asking."
There is a bottomless smile between the enchanting brows and eyes, which makes people feel a little chilly and even make them fall into the abyss.
Pu Yangzheng looked at him for a long time, and finally waved his hand and put it behind his back, as if to say goodbye: "The wind is strong, Mr. Qi is wearing thin clothes, so it is better to go back to the wing earlier to avoid catching a cold."
"Haha..." A confused smile emerged from his mouth: "General... you think I will catch a cold?"
He moved his steps slightly, moved forward, and stood still two steps away from the tall and majestic Puyang Zheng.
"Is it cold?" A charming voice sounded in my ears, and the other party's unique fragrance also lingered on the tip of my nose: "General, do you want to test whether I am cold or not?"
"you… "
"Sh-"
Suddenly he stretched out his hand to cover Pu Yangzheng's mouth. Qi Yan had a smile in his eyes. He was half shorter than him and slowly raised his head and moved closer to Pu Yang Zheng. His lips lingered near his ear, exuding heat.
"General, after so many ladies have died, have you ever thought..." His charming eyes turned, staring closely into Puyang Zheng's dark eyes: "How about trying a man?"
As soon as he finished speaking, seeing the anger in Puyang Zheng's eyes, Qi Yan stopped, took back his hand, silently stepped back a few steps, and distanced himself from him.
Before Puyang Zheng got angry, Qi Yan bowed his head respectfully, cupped his hands and said, "It's really cold in the sky, I'm a little chilly, so I'll say goodbye."
After saying that, without waiting for Puyang Zheng to say anything, he turned around and left.
He didn't dare to offend the general, but he dared to offend Puyang Zheng. Because Qi Yan knew that with Puyang Zheng's temperament, he would not act like a general, let alone use his power for personal matters.
It was because of this that he was so presumptuous.
Although Pu Yangzheng did not speak, Qi Yan believed that Pu Yangzheng would come to him in a few days.
Because people are always a little curious.