Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

"That... that... the leader, how long has it been since you took a shower, your body is covered..." Song Wuqing walked to Yan Qiaotian while pinching his nose, and said tut-tsk.

"I'm going to take a shower now, do you have dry clothes?" Yan Qiaotian replied holding back the anger in her heart.

"How can there be dry clothes now, unless we wear them ourselves." Song Wuqing said with a smile.

"What are you wearing?" Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, looked at the two of them, and then said, "Yes, that's fine. Let me see, your clothes are suitable for me. You can take them off."

"Why is it me? Can't Qin Xiong do it?" Song Wuqing said while holding his collar tightly.

"His figure is too thin, yours is just right, take it off quickly." Yan Qiaotian said without doubt.

Song Wuqing looked at Qin Xiong with innocent eyes, but Qin Xiong turned his face away and did not look at him.

"The leader..."

Song Wuqing's coquettish behavior did not bring Yan Qiaotian sympathy. After half an hour, Yan Qiaotian left the small pavilion in satisfaction wearing Song Wuqing's clean clothes.

Song Wuqing followed behind the disgusted Qin Xiong all the way, saying one sentence after another: "Qin Xiong... Brother Qin... Brother Xiong..."

……

When Yan Qiaotian returned to the ruined temple where he rested, before he even entered the temple, he heard Wu Fugan's terrifyingly familiar voice.

"Xiao Lang...Xiao Lang..."

Yan Qiaotian trembled all over, and suddenly felt as if countless ants were crawling across her skin, making people scratch their ears and gills.

"Xiao Lang...Xiao Lang..."

It was another voice that made Yan Qiao's heart choked up. Even if he had a good temper, it would be unbearable at this time. What's more, in the eyes of Jianghu people, his temper has always been bad.

Yan Qiaotian flashed into the temple very quickly. He originally wanted to take advantage of Wu Fuqian's coma and teach him a good lesson. It could be regarded as venting his anger for himself. Unexpectedly, he was stunned by the scene before him when he first entered the temple.

Wu Fuqian, who was lying on the hay, was holding a small pile of hay in his arms and a larger pile of hay between his legs. He rubbed his legs back and forth among the hay, and murmured: "Little Lang...Xiao Lang..."

Yan Qiaotian looked at everything in front of him in a daze, his mind was already blank, and the only thing he remembered was: This person...is this person sick?

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Early the next morning, Wu Fuqian brought Yan Qiaotian back to Aotianmen. As for why Yan Qiaotian, a young man, took a bath overnight and changed into clean clothes, he didn't seem to have delved into it. Too lazy to explain.

Wu Fuqian's sudden return to the residence caused quite a stir in the seemingly calm Aotianmen.

As soon as he stepped on the steps of Aotianmen, the doorman ran towards the door.

"Are you so happy to see me come back?" Wu Fuqian waved his hand and continued, "Xiao Lang, you saw that I am so popular in this family. From now on, you and I will be very popular and spicy. The wind catches the wind, and the rain catches the rain.”

Yan Qiaotian had already despised him countless times in his heart, so this time he didn't bother to talk to him at all, and only focused on observing Aotianmen.

He followed Wu Fuqian into the Aotianmen, and found that the servants who were still performing their duties could not help but stand still, staring at Wu Fuqian with strange expressions.

On the other hand, Wu Fuqian had a hippie smile on his face, and greeted everyone: "Hi, Xiaojuan, hi, Xiao Qiao..."

After a short distance, Yan Qiaotian felt his legs go weak. None of the servants who were supposed to be happy with Wu Fuqian's appearance smiled at him. On the contrary, they all looked disgusted.

Yan Qiaotian thought to himself, to what extent has Wu Fuqian failed in life, even the servants don't want to see him.

Wu Fuqian had just turned around the garden when suddenly a black figure quickly ran up to him, bowed his waist and said, "Young Master, Master is here to invite you."

"I know, he won't let me go." Wu Fuqian turned around, stretched his hand across Yan Qiaotian's cheek, and then said softly, "I'll come as soon as I go, you go with him to find the housekeeper Sun Fu first, I'll wait a while I'll go find you."

Yan Qiaotian looked at the servant bending over at the side, and nodded slightly.

The housekeeper, Sun Fu, looked to be in his fifties. Although he was over half a century old, he had a bright eye, and he was a shrewd person at first glance.

Sun Fu first looked Yan Qiaotian from head to toe, then lay on the rocking chair with a dry pipe in his hand, and said coldly: "You were brought back by the young master? What do you do?"

Yan Qiaotian saw that Sun Fu's pipe hadn't been lit yet, so he quickly stepped forward, quickly picked up the fire bag, helped Sun Fu light the pipe, and then said embarrassingly: "When I was young, my family was poor, so I knew everything."

Sun Fu's originally tense face eased a lot, he straightened up from the rocking chair, and said, "You were brought back by the young master, so naturally you have to follow the young master. The young master has nothing to do on weekdays, he just likes to go around Run around, you just need to be responsible and follow."

Sun Fu knocked on the pipe and continued: "Before this, I have found many people to follow the young master, but none of them can follow. This time he took the initiative to bring you back, presumably because he likes you?"

"Eldest Young Master saved me, I will definitely repay him well." Although Yan Qiaotian said so, she reminded herself several times in her heart: calm down, just open your eyes and talk nonsense.

"You have just entered the mansion, and it was brought back by the young master. I guess someone from above should investigate you, and it will not be more than a few days at the latest. I will ask someone to find a place for you first, and then later Let me tell you again, what are the taboos." Sun Fu got up, carried the dry pipe behind his back, bent his waist and walked in the direction where Yan Qiao came from.

Yan Qiaotian followed Sun Fu, and the words of the other party kept flashing through his mind. Aotianmen was obviously very nervous recently. Even a small servant had to go back to the root cause. Fortunately, he had thought of this a long time ago. Let Qin Xiong and the others arrange the people properly.

His place of birth, who is in his family, what is his age, these are all discussed in advance, it is only necessary to arrange the person who plays the role in place, and the next step is naturally to wait for the people from Aotianmen to investigate.

Under Sun Fu's leadership, Yan Qiaotian quickly settled down, but he didn't see Wu Fuqian returning to the house resentfully until after dark.

Yan Qiaotian is not willing to take the initiative to care about what Wu Fu is doing, because if it is not because of the plan, he does not want to have half a relationship with this man with broken sleeves.

"Xiao Lang, I'm going to die." Wu Fuqian said with a sad face while grabbing Yan Qiaotian's arm as soon as he entered the room.

Yan Qiaotian pretended to be terrified and asked: "Why? The master is angry with you? But that won't kill you? This tiger poison doesn't even eat its offspring, let alone a human."

"Xiao Lang, you don't know. My father wants to lock me up at home. I can't go out. Isn't that worse than death?" After Wu Fuqian finished speaking, he hugged Yan Qiaotian in his arms and lay on his lap Shoulders sobbed.