novelThe Overbearing General's Pretty Warlord (III)
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...... goes, what else can you do.
Chi Xiaochi then went on.
Compared to last time, Yan Yuanheng's movements, posture and demeanour were almost Ctrl C and Ctrl V, except for the fact that he had changed his position and sat at the top of the table where the Sixth Prince had sat last time.
Chi Xiaochi suspects that the tea he drinks is all blended to the same ratio.
Chi Xiaochi enters the Flower Room and salutes in the same manner as he did in the previous world when he met Chi Yunzi: "Greetings to the Thirteenth Prince."
Yan Yuanheng in the top position was visibly stunned: "......"
Chi Xiaochi: Very good, smashing the pot.
Not slow to react, he gave Yan Yuanheng a playful squint and neatly saved the day himself.
Yan Yuanheng did not doubt any more and put down his cup of tea, "How is your health?"
Chi Xiaochi rose: "Doctor Li is a first-class doctor since."
Yan Yuanheng: "Head wind is lingering and difficult to heal, do not underestimate it."
Chi Xiaochi laughed and said, "Thank you, Thirteenth Prince, how many medical books did you read last night?"
Yan Yuanheng raises his cup and drinks his tea without saying a word.
It was just a matter of going through a dozen medical books and memorising the section on headaches.
Chi Xiaochi thought, "What a cool boy.
Yan Yuanheng had no idea what kind of image he now had of Chi Xiaochi, and after tea he looked at him without saying a word, as if waiting for him to say something.
...... Guess what, Junior.
If it were anyone else, the man in front of him was both a prince and an old friend, and one mistake would cause him to collapse, he would be crawling around in a panic.
Chi Xiaochi No, he's as steady as can be.
He was quite daring in bringing the pace.
He looked slightly straight, and said, "Thirteenth Prince, I am sorry to have missed the appointment."
Yan Yuanheng also sensed the distance in his words and was a little uncomfortable: "...... No harm in that."
Shi Tingyun has always been a lively person and is never afraid to chill out.
Yan Yuanheng had never tried to initiate a conversation before, so he was at a loss for words.
He thought long and hard, "How is the body?"
Chi Xiaochi played it cool, "Doctor Li is a first-class doctor."
Human beings are by their very nature repeaters.
Yan Yuanheng: "......"
"If there's something to do, I won't bother you." Yan Yuanheng, having tasted something, rose to take his leave and concealed his reluctance well.
Yan Yuanheng has been busy since the beginning of the year to make his father look good so that he can have two consecutive days of rest.
On New Year's Day, he made an appointment to play polo with Shi Tingyun at the Flower Festival.
He had been looking forward to this for two whole months.
Shi Tingyun was his companion for ten years, going to the palace day in and day out, and after two years of fighting hard on the southern frontier and triumphing, naturally he would no longer be his companion.
Shi Tingyun declined his father's offer of a transfer to the Ministry of War, claiming to be lazy.
But Yan Yuanheng knew that he was strictly following General Shi's orders, and that apart from leading the northern army, which bore the name of the royal family, the Shi family was not involved in any imperial affairs.
So the young general did his fop, planning to give birth to a son and a daughter while he was young to guard the Yan family frontier in the future.
Neither of them are children any more and the time they can spend together is rare.
But in Yan Yuanheng's mind, Shi Tingyun was still the young companion who dared to pry the Sixth Royal Brother's pastry for him to eat.
Yan Yuanheng took a breath and got up, and as he passed him, he pressed his shoulder a little and said, " Su Chang, you ......"
He wanted to say something, but as soon as his fingertips touched Yan Yuanheng's shoulder, Chi Xiaochi's face suddenly changed and his body trembled violently, his knees hitting the floor of the flower room hard.
He blurted out, "My humble servant would not dare to defile the Emperor's ten thousand gold body."
The Kneeled Yan Yuanheng: "......"
Chi Xiaochi on his knees: "...... "Holy shit, that hurt.
Yan Yuanheng's face was now really unpleasant.
Given Shi Tingyun's personality and his pride in his bones, calling himself a 'slave', even in jest, is a bit much.
He takes two steps back and waits for Shi Tingyun to explain.
The Shi Tingyun in front of him, with his eyelashes slightly lowered and his demeanour as usual, does not look like he is going to explain or joke.
This is confusing for Yan Yuanheng.
What is this?
Did General Yan know that he was behaving badly and reprimanded him again?
Or did he listen to all the nonsense and gossip and deliberately put himself down, with the intention of drawing a line under himself?
Yan Yuanheng's heart was in turmoil, and he did not want to listen to Shi Tingyun's explanation: "It's all right, get up."
Chi Xiaochi rose to his feet in good humour and watched Yan Yuanheng's face in passing.
Well, the preoccupied young prince Yan has probably finished explaining himself.
There is no world line, and that means no one can be trusted.
In that case, why not try to break the established balance by going outside the norm?
And his harvest came too soon.
As Yan Yuanheng reached the door, he turned around and came face to face with Chi Xiaochi, who was walking him out.
"I have no such thoughts about you." Yan Yuanheng said, "Don't take those nonsense rumours from the marketplace to heart."
Chi Xiaochi: "......"
After Yan Yuanheng finished his cold explanation, he turned around and stumbled on the threshold with one foot.
But the thirteenth prince is, after all, the thirteenth prince, the royal baggage is quite heavy, after stabilizing the chassis, he walked like the wind, in the blink of an eye, there is no shadow, just knelt a little Chi Xiaochi chased two moon doors, froze did not shoo up.
He turned back to the flower room.
Lou Ying is already waiting inside, a tube of wound medicine in her hand.
When Yan Yuanheng was still there, Chi Xiaochi noticed a black hedge floating by the window.
He also saw what had just happened.
Noticing Chi Xiaochi's entrance, he knocks on the chair beside him.
Chi Xiaochi dutifully comes forward and sits down, rolling up his trouser legs.
That was quite a knee just now, a big red one, probably bruised.
But Chi Xiaochi also froze when she saw the original owner's legs.
There is an old, extremely visible, dark red scar on the left calf's frontal bone, which must have been broken by a huge force in the first place, and on the side of the right leg it looks like it was cut by a spur, the scar running along the muscle and disappearing right up to the top of the slightly swollen knee.
Compared to a battle wound, this knee is no worse than a mosquito bite.
Chi Xiaochi looked on and felt unnecessary, pulling his trouser leg down and suddenly feeling a chill in his calf.
...... Lou Ying leaned down and took hold of his calf.
His hands were those of a cold diseased man, penetratingly cold all year round, and touching them on the teenage general's often hot skin was like a piece of ice touching a branding iron.
Chi Xiaochi, as if he had been scalded, subconsciously moved his knees and spread his legs a little.
Lou Ying lifted the power hedge, lowered his head and applied the medicine.
Chi Xiaochi didn't know where to put her eyes, so she stared straight up at the ceiling: "A minor injury."
Lou Ying is silent, carefully spreading the ointment, and coughing lightly at the smell of the medicine.
Chi Xiaochi: "Just a little kneeling."
Lou Ying did not respond.
Chi Xiaochi says: "Just use a card that blocks out pain."
When he finished, he couldn't help but look down, only to find Lou Ying looking up at him as he gently blew on his medicine.
The visual impact of ...... is just a bit too much.
Chi Xiaochi joked, "Sir, that's not good."
Lou Ying said seriously, "Madam, I think that's fine."
Chi Xiaochi: "......"
His heart was beating a little faster.
A voice screamed something in his ear that he tried to hear and couldn't help but resist.
But Chi Xiaochi doesn't want to, and doesn't dare to, get too close.
He lived alone for twelve years and lived out a knack for it.
Illusions make people miserable.
What he hadn't even dared to think about, someone now put into his arms one way or another, saying, "This is yours, this is yours, it's all yours, and so am I.
Chi Xiaochi's heart was faint, fearing that if he didn't hold it tight enough, it would all disappear with a crash and collapse into a moon in water or a flower in a mirror.
So he struggled to find reasons to convince himself.
-When Lou was a kid, he also said he wanted to fix his electric car to support him for the rest of his life.
Lou Ying didn't do anything more to distract him and duly brought the conversation back on track, "Just now, was that Shi Tingyun?"
Chi Xiaochi hmmm.
He himself certainly did not kneel down and degrade himself for no reason.
It would have to be the original owner.
Lou Ying: "Why did Shi Tingyun kneel down to Yan Yuanheng?"
Chi Xiaochi recalls what it felt like before he landed on his knees.
The head is numb, a buzzing, and when the ringing ends, I find myself doing something involuntarily.
This feeling is very familiar to Chi Xiaochi.
"PTSD, " said a medicated Chi Xiaochi, putting her pant leg down, "is the same as when I throw up."
Lou Ying is silent for a moment.
Chi Xiaochi doesn't say, and he can't ask Chi Xiaochi what really happened back then.
He could only change the subject, "Who is he afraid of? Yan Yuanheng?"
Chi Xiaochi: "It's hard to say."
Post-traumatic stress syndrome, to be committed there is always a specific trigger point.
...... and at the time, Yan Yuanheng tapped him on the shoulder.
Chi Xiaochi recalls Shi Tingyun's words "little slave" and makes all sorts of assumptions and conjectures in his mind.
A few moments later, the faint sound of footsteps and passages came from outside.
"Grand Duke! The Sixth Prince ......"
This was followed by a cheerful greeting, " Shi Tingyun! Come out and get the customers!"
Yan Yuanzhao, who loved the colour purple, had changed into a more luxurious purple silk robe than yesterday and carried a gold silk bird cage, which he left behind him for the Shang Shu family's son Qu to carry.
It is more like a wanderer's son.
Once he entered the flower room, he froze for a moment at the sight of the man in the wheelchair.
Lou Ying had already put down the power fence and bowed, "I, Yu Fengmian, pay my respects to the Sixth Prince."
Chi Xiaochi then introduced, "My husband."
Yan Yuanzhao vaguely recalls that there did seem to be a male master in Shi Tingyun's family, who was said to be ill and not good at walking, and therefore did not often come out to see people.
Yan Yuanzhao pokes his head out curiously for a while, but unfortunately all he can make out is a handsome chin.
As the Sixth Prince was here, it would be inappropriate for him to stay here, so Lou Ying respectfully said goodbye.
After seeing him off, Yan Yuanzhao said, "You're not that old. I thought he was an old pedant."
Chi Xiaochi groped for a way to get along with him: "The thirteenth prince had only just left and you came. You two are really good brothers."
"I don't need you to tell me, I even bumped into you at the door just now." Yan Yuanzhao was all smiles as he took a seat on the top table, "Yuan Heng said you were in trouble. I told him that was a pretext, I'm here, you'll be fine."
Chi Xiaochi: Dude, are you such a good conversationalist.
Yan Yuanzhao unfolds his fan: "Drink a few pots of Hua Diao and you'll be assured that your medicine will go away."
He stood behind Yan Yuanzhao, like a pendant to Yan Yuanzhao.
Chi Xiaochi watched him for a while, not noticing anything unusual, and took some attention away from him.
In between words, Chi Xiaochi tries out the lower limits of conversation with Yan Yuanzhao.
He later found out that the dude basically had nothing under his belt.
He took the golden silk bird cage from Mr. Qu and placed it on the table, tapping the cage wall with his fan bone: "Here, this bird is for you to hold and play with. You've never seen it before, have you?"
Chi Xiaochi took it and asked knowingly, "What's this? A pheasant?"
"You go to the border and come back to see everything as a pheasant." Yan Yuanzhao spoiled the fun by saying, "Painted pheasants, they're the most popular thing to keep in town these days."
Chi Xiaochi lifts it up and examines the crimson mouth of the painted eyebrows.
Yan Yuanzhao's eyebrows twitched and he pointed at him with his fan, "Try stewing another one for me."
Chi Xiaochi: "......" is the original owner so fierce.
Yan Yuanzhao: "Are you playing dumb? The egg Master Six gave you last time was from a golden turtle."
Chi Xiaochi let out an ahhh, "No wonder it's so delicious."
Yan Yuanzhao spat at him and pointed at the cage: "Seeing this is like seeing the Sixth Master, do you understand?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Yes."
With that he turned to the painted cage and said respectfully, "Please be at peace, Sixth Prince."
Yan Yuanzhao: "...... Shi Tingyun, do you want to die. Come on, drag this subordinate thing out and chop it up."
Chi Xiaochi: "Sixth prince, if you kill me, my Toki family will be extinct and you will have to carry the bird back."
Yan Yuanzhao soars at the empty hall, "Ah, forget it then, all stand down."
It was indeed much easier and more fun to spend time with him than Yan Yuanheng.
But Chi Xiaochi occasionally makes eye contact with him and always thinks of him on his knees with a bloody face.
At that time, he was not wearing this purple robe of inches of cloth and gold.
Battle armour stained with blood, battle helmet torn, that handsome young face covered in dried blood scabs, his fingers all broken and curled in different directions.
Yan Yuanzhao, while fanning himself with a golden fan, proposes to go out for a drink.
Chi Xiaochi said, "Head wind."
Yan Yuanzhao said, "Believe me, one jug of wine will cure you of all your illnesses."
Chi Xiaochi said, "I believe you have a ghost."
Yan Yuanzhao said, "Stop Yun, you are afraid that Thirteenth Brother will know that you are unhappy if you go out with me and not with him."
Chi Xiaochi said, "Or else what." He could alienate Yan Yuanheng, but there was no need to deliberately antagonise him and make him unhappy.
"Forget it." Yan Yuanzhao said, "I just want to be angry with 13th brother. It's fun for him to be angry. Remember, when I told him that you were going to be my chaperone soon, he was so angry that he hid and cried in secret, hahahaha."
Chi Xiaochi thought, "What the fuck is this dog brother.
Yan Yuanzhao said bitterly, "Hey, it's not cute when you grow up. It's just that, don't mention it. Play chess, play chess."
Yan Yuanzhao was a good player, despite looking like a dodgy player, and fought back and forth with Chi Xiaochi.
Most importantly, he talks a lot.
While watching the game, he asked, "Hey, where's your A Ling?"
Chi Xiaochi noted that he did not ask Shu.
He picked up a black child: "Do you miss him?"
Yan Yuanzhao 落子: "No, he poured the wine most to my liking."
Chi Xiaochi, puzzling over Shi Tingyun's thoughts on A Ling, defended, "He is not the only one who pours wine."
"I'm getting calluses on my ears from listening to you brag about him." Yan Yuanzhao pulled out his ears, "Your family A Ling is a gifted man, a spirit from the nine heavens. Are you happy?"
Chi Xiaochi: "You're right."
Yan Yuanzhao picks up the piece he has just played and smashes it against Chi Xiaochi: "I can fuck you."
Chi Xiaochi picked it up exactly as soon as he could.
Yan Yuanzhao raised a fan, "Put it on the chessboard for the Sixth Master."
Chi Xiaochi drops his son back to where he had just played.
Yan Yuanzhao smacked a fan on the back of his hand: "Where are you going? Down in a mess. Down here."
He pointed to another place a hundred thousand miles from where the atom had fallen.
Chi Xiaochi immediately exposes his sinister intentions: "What a shame. There is no regret in falling."
"The Sixth Master was just down here." Yan Yuanzhao spoke with his eyes wide open, "Ask Qu Ying if you don't believe me."
Qu Ying said without changing his face, "Yes, the Sixth Prince is right."
Okay, Chi Xiaochi concedes.
Yan Yuanzhao said, "Qu Ying, is there anything new in Wangcheng in the last couple of days? Tell us to relieve the boredom of our sick Grand Duke Shi."
Qu Ying was Yan Yuanzhao's chaperone and grew up with them.
He counted down the days, "The last couple of days have been uneventful. Yesterday was the Flower Festival and the streets were bustling with activity. The polo match was won by Qiao Shuxing, son of Servant General Qiao of the Ministry of War, and the poetry competition was won by the second Miss Qu family......."
A living encyclopedia of Wangcheng entertainment.
Yan Yuanzhao looked across the table at his friend, who was watching the game carefully, and said, "Well?"
Chi Xiaochi: "What how?"
Yan Yuanzhao: "After your battle, General Yan did not keep you in the army for training, but sent you back to Wangcheng to stay behind, don't you know that in your heart?"
Chi Xiaochi gracefully drops: "I'm still small."
...... Yan Yuanzhao felt that Shi Tingyun's crust was much firmer today than it had been in the past.
Yan Yuanzhao: "Yundi, you are nineteen years old. That Qiao Shuxing is sixteen years old and has three concubines."
Chi Xiaochi flexibly uses the art of daddy-translation to bar Yan Yuanzhao: "My father won't let me have a concubine."
Yan Yuanzhao: "A proper wife always has to look at each other, right?"
Chi Xiaochi glances up at Yan Yuanzhao and smiles gently.
Yan Yuanzhao was so embarrassed by his laughter that he unfolded his fan to shield half of his face and approached Chi Xiaochi:" Shi Tingyun, the Sixth Master wants to hear from you, do you have a fetish for breaking sleeves?"
Chi Xiaochi does not answer.
Yan Yuanzhao was a bit anxious: "It's not really that A Ling, is it?"
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