Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

"Hey, you said, Qiao Yue wouldn't really like that one, would he?" In the policy theory class, He Zhiyang sat in the last row of the Imperial College, squinting his eyes and asked Huo Yao: "I haven't dated yet, but I'll give him flowers Find someone for money? The more I think about it, the more aggrieved I get!"

Huo Yao turned around and continued to sleep: "...wouldn't it be better if you really see each other? If you fall into our trap, you will do the fake show for real, so you don't have to spend your time trying to frame it."

"No way!" He Zhiyang said angrily: "He didn't call me daddy, why should I find him a good friend? I don't want to do such a loss-making business."

Huo Yao became impatient, turned around and covered his head with a book, lying on the desk without restraint.

On the other hand, the teacher at the front of the classroom, seeing the dandy behind him, some looked impatient, some fell asleep, and consciously lowered their voice a few degrees.

When the homework bell rang, He Zhiyang immediately pulled Xu Yiqing along, and together they ran to buy food outside the east corner gate of the Imperial College.

The canteen of the Guozijian only had two meals at noon and last time. The students in the prison were growing up, and their stomachs were full like a bottomless pit, and they always wanted to sneak out to buy some greasy food.

As a result, many food stalls had accumulated at the entrance of the Imperial College. With the help of He Zhiyang and others, Xu Yiqing's mother had just stood on her feet. She bought half a month's worth of steamed buns at the entrance. to patronize.

"I wanted to eat and thought about a morning lesson!" As soon as He Zhiyang left the Imperial College, he wailed and ran to the smelling booth, and asked eagerly, "Aunt Xu, do you have any sugar stuffed buns?"

"Yes." Aunt Xu loved this handsome young master who was about the same age as her son, and smiled and took it out: "I'll warm it up for you guys earlier."

She knew that her son and He Zhiyang would go out to buy food together at this time every time, so she specially prepared them and put them on the small stove to snuggle up.

He Zhiyang took a mouthful of the sweet buns, took a deep breath of the clear air, and was about to take a long breath, when suddenly the corner of his eyes twitched, and he saw a familiar figure standing at the booth next to him.

Qiao Yue stood alone under the shadow of the tree with drooping eyebrows and eyes, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he was cold.

He Zhiyang snorted lightly, no matter where this person stood, there was a cloud of darkness.

The crisp air he had just inhaled was immediately blocked in his throat, making it uncomfortable to suffocate.

Qiao Yue didn't look this way, walked straight to the pancake stand and said in a deep voice, "I want a beef pancake."

The stall owner was a woman in her late forties, she hurriedly agreed, she kept looking at Qiao Yue's cold face from the end of her eyes, and her hands trembling slightly as she spread the pancakes.

As soon as Jin Yiwei appeared, the students from the Guozijian who went out to look for food quickly fled the pancake stand.

He Zhiyang frowned, looking ashamed.

Qiao Yue remained calm, standing around the bakery stand with a stinky face, not feeling at all that there was anything wrong with contracting the stand, and provocative in his indifference.

He Zhiyang snorted disdainfully, raised his hand and went straight to Qiao Yue's shoulder: "Qiao Qianhu, are you here to sell cakes yourself?"

Qiao Yue dodged sideways, clasped the handle of the knife reflexively with his right hand, and narrowed his eyes coldly.

"Could you stop always looking like you're trying to kill someone with this distorted expression." He Zhiyang clicked his tongue and said, "I'm not interested in your cakes."

He Zhiyang didn't even look at Qiao Yue, walked briskly past him, smiled at the pancake stall, "Auntie, I'll have a pancake too."

"Hey." The stall owner, who was still trembling just now, finally felt relieved when he saw his acquaintance: "Young master, is he still laying an egg?"

"Yes." There was a smile in He Zhiyang's eyebrows, and the coldness faded: "I have indigestion tormented by the food from the Imperial College, and my aunt's cooking is more palatable."

He was telling jokes, bringing up interesting stories about the Imperial College, which made the stall owner grin from ear to ear, sighing inwardly, this child looks lovable and cute, I really don't know whose father and brother are so lucky.

Qiao Yue, who was waiting, was a little impatient, and his eyes couldn't help being slightly attracted by their laughter.

I have to admit that He Zhiyang has a fair and beautiful face, wrapped in the clean shirt of the Imperial College, when telling jokes, his face is not as ruffian and stinky as before, the edges of his whole body seem to be coated Faint transparent brilliance.

He has a face that knows nothing about the dangers of the world, yet he still dares to provoke him.

Qiao Yue smiled coldly in his heart, took the cake and was about to leave.

"Hey Qiao Yue, have you tried Aunt Xu's steamed stuffed buns?" He Zhiyang held the sugar buns in his hands, not letting go of any chance to win over Aunt Xu's guests: "Her family's crab powder buns and sugar stuffed buns are delicious, I even brought some for home, and Baolan and the others praised it, so you can try it some other day."

Qiao Yue frowned and looked at He Zhiyang.

In the depths of winter, the gate of Guozijian School was filled with gray mist. The young man's head was slightly drooping, and he was gnawing on a white and tender bun, the corners of his lips were reddened by the sweet stuffing.

What would a bun with sugar filling taste like?

This thought flashed across Qiao Yue's mind like a fleeting image.

Qiao Yue withdrew his gaze, cherishing words like gold: "Okay."

"Yiqing." Carrying the food he bought, He Zhiyang hugged his roommate's shoulder affectionately: "Let's go back."

The boy who was called followed obediently, and the two walked towards the Imperial College side by side.

I don't know what He Zhiyang said, which made the man laugh non-stop.

"Under the Son of Heaven, making noise is strictly prohibited." Qiao Yue went back and forth, glanced coldly at He Zhiyang's hand resting on the shoulders of others: "Isn't there any school rules in front of the Imperial College?"

Why does this person make him unhappy everywhere! ?He Zhiyang sneered, "What's the matter? Jin Yiwei also works part-time as the dormitory supervisor of the Imperial College?"

Sarcasm is sarcasm, covered by Qiao Yue's stern eyes, He Zhiyang could only shrug his shoulders and stand still, and his hand slipped off Xu Yiqing's shoulder reluctantly.

It's just deliberately standing here and there like a snowman about to melt.

Seeing that he was obedient, Qiao Yue's face softened a little. At this moment, he heard a rush of horseshoes, and someone shouted loudly: "Who allowed you to set up a food stall here, and paid the security fee for our soldiers and horses?"

These people have paid money at the Ministry of Households, and they are serious businessmen, but Wucheng soldiers and horses often come to interfere in various ways. To put it bluntly, they know that there is lucrative water and want to make more money.

Those people rode their horses and approached. Before dismounting, they saw Qiao Yue standing beside the booth with frowning eyes, looking at him coldly like a bloodthirsty cheetah.

Bing Ma Si and Jin Yiwei had many contacts, they recognized Qiao Qianhu, and they were unwilling to fight, the ending stopped abruptly, and they fled along the path east of Jiaomen with whipped horses in desperation.

"Being at the feet of the emperor, you are so frightened even to eat a meal." He Zhiyang looked at Qiao Yue lazily, and sarcastically said: "Aren't you the emperor's personal guard? You have to report all the big and small things in the capital. The people depend on food. Shouldn't you help us?"

Qiao Yue frowned slightly.

"The bell is about to ring." Xu Yiqing didn't want to cause trouble, pulled He Zhiyang's sleeve and whispered: "Brother Yang, let's go back."

He Zhiyang raised his hand and swaggered into the Imperial College: "See you later!"

Qiao Yue paused on his way to Jinyi Official School, turned around to Aunt Xu's booth, and returned to Jinyiwei with a bundle of paper buns.

There was a sweet smell in the air, Pang Ying frowned and said, "Where is there an inexplicable sweet smell?"

Everyone changed slightly and stood up. They were always keen, and immediately thought of the poisonous drug.

"Oh." Qiao Yueqing coughed and opened his mouth: "I just bought sugar stuffed buns."

"Aha..." The Jin Yiwei were dumbfounded: "Qianhu, you have never liked sweet food."

Qiao Qianhu eats so badly that he would take the initiative to buy a tray of buns filled with sweet stuffing?This scene is really too weird.

"Well, there are quite a few people queuing up, so I bought some along the way." Qiao Yue was stared at uncomfortably, and it was rare to explain: "It's at the east corner gate of the Imperial College, next time you guys will try it too."

"..." Several people looked at each other strangely, and said with difficulty: "Yes!"

This... It seems that someone put ecstasy/drugs in the sugar bag that Qianhu ate?

I shook my hand even more!

Qiao Yue said coldly: "Also——The East Corner Gate of the Imperial College is also Jinyiwei's site, so please inform the soldiers and horses, don't come to drive people away again."

"That's an errand for Wucheng Bingmasi." Pang Ying was a little embarrassed: "It's not good for us to intervene..."

The capital is divided into five cities according to geographical location, and each city has soldiers and horses to maintain law and order. Dongcheng, which is affiliated to the Imperial Academy, has its own soldiers and horses.

Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows and said decisively: "It's their job to bully others? Tell them to be sensible and get out of here early!"

After Qiao Yue left, Jin Yiwei looked at each other in dismay: "When did we, Qiao Qianhu, start worrying about such trivial things? He even praised us that the steamed stuffed bun was delicious..."

The key is the sugar filling?

Pang Ying hesitated for a while, but couldn't figure it out: "Maybe...the sugar stuffed buns from that store really suit Qianhu's appetite, right?"