[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

Chi Xianhuai's face was dark, he was silent for a long time, and then he spoke slowly, with a sarcasm that he didn't even notice: "The guards left by the prince for you are usually good at swordsmanship and guns, if you want They serve you on the couch, they are a bit overqualified."

Yan An sneered: "Why, do you think it's an overkill to serve this son?"

It was only then that Chi Xianhuai realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and he hurriedly knelt down in front of Yan An, "Damn you slave."

Yan An looked at him coldly: "Have you thought this way a long time ago? Well, didn't you want to participate in the martial arts a few days ago? You don't have to wait by my side during this time."

Chi Xianhuai was taken aback, and then took Yan An's hand hanging on the chair handle: "I have never thought about it that way before, my son, please be aware."

"Oh?" Yan An raised his eyebrows, "You mean, you want to stay by my side and stop participating in martial arts?"

Chi Xianhuai's pupils dilated, and he said eagerly, "I want to participate."

Yan An curled his lips into a smile, he grasped Chi Xianhuai's weakness, and naturally knew how to get him away.

He gently waved Chi Xianhuai's hand away, pretending to be heartbroken and said: "Chi Xianhuai, you have let me down so much!"

Chi Xianhuai's lips trembled, "The slave will come back after participating in the martial arts, why should the son be like this."

Yan An couldn't continue acting, he turned his face sideways, waved his hands and said, "Back off!"

Chi Xianhuai looked at the boy for a while, then got up to leave.

Yan An slowly turned his head when he heard the door closed. He glanced at the closed door and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he is not Chi Xianhuai's opponent at all, if the opponent stays a little longer, he may show his timidity.

Still need a lot of practice.

Yan An turned the wheelchair to the bookshelf, picked up a book and flipped through it.

Seeing this, his entire face turned into a cherry.

The book depicts two men, naked and facing each other, in shameful poses.

Shouldn't such pornographic books be pressed under the bed?It's placed on the bookshelf in such a majestic way, isn't it afraid that someone will come in and see it?

Oh, by the way, the 'Yan'an' he wrote doesn't like servants coming in and disturbing him casually, except for Chi Xianhuai!

Fuck!Chi Xianhuai shouldn't have read it, right?

Forget it, no matter whether he has read it or not, he should hide the book first.

Yan An looked around, and finally decided to put the book under the pillow.

Now no one can see it?

After finishing hiding the books, Yan An glanced at the bookshelf, and a bad thought flashed across, could there still be such books on the bookshelf? !

Thinking like this, Yan An felt bad all over, and he turned the wheelchair to the bookshelf again.

Fortunately, the other books on the bookshelf are pretty normal, nothing more than some supernatural tales.

Don't say it, it's pretty cool.

Yan An was idle and bored, and simply flipped through the book from beginning to end. At the same time, the hourglass on the desk case was passing by bit by bit.

At dusk, Prince Xi led several maidservants into Yan'an's house.

The boy was lowering his head, flipping through the script seriously, and he didn't notice even a group of people came in.

Yan Jia was a little surprised at the scene in front of him, and when he came closer to take a look, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Sure enough, he couldn't have any expectations for Yan An.