Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

Dongcheng Bingma Division is not far from the Imperial College, and it often cooperates with the Jinyi Official School to arrest Qiao Yue. As soon as Qiao Yue stepped through the door, someone stepped forward with fists and said, "Qiao Qianhu."

Jin Yiwei was appointed as an imperial edict, and he often handled heinous cases, while the soldiers and horses had a lot of leisure, and they mostly did security maintenance on weekdays.

Most of the arresting captains of the Bingma Division are from military backgrounds, and they are somewhat afraid of Jin Yiwei.

Qiao Yue didn't mean to exchange pleasantries, and went straight to the point: "I heard that you went to Chunbo Tower to handle the case and brought everyone back?"

The people from Wucheng Bingma Division didn't know what he meant, and hurriedly said: "It's a routine inspection by Bingma Division. Everyone is detained inside, but most of them leave under their names. Qianhu, you come here in person because you have something to ask." ..."

"I also understand that you want to make meritorious service, but the water in the capital is deep." Qiao Yue said slowly: "Arrest people without knowing the details, are you looking for bad luck?"

The Bing Ma Si's heart was stunned, and he smiled apologetically, "This...was Qian Hu's friend who was mistakenly arrested by someone who didn't have eyes?"

"The one who was arrested was my brother." Qiao Yue raised his hand, and lightly tapped his horsewhip on his shoulder: "You lead the way."

The man panicked under Qiao Yue's anti-customer-oriented situation, and led the way with an apologetic smile, not daring to neglect at all.

The soldiers and horses of the five cities were gloomy and cold, and the candle lamps in the corners were faint, casting a dim light.

The man opened a door at the end, and there were several men sitting in a mess inside: "Is there... is there anyone you want to find?"

The Bingma Division's people were sweating profusely, with panic on their faces.

Qiao Yue glanced over, and saw He Zhiyang sitting by the window with his legs crossed, his outer shirt gone somewhere, only a honey-colored arrow-sleeved jacket, and the flamboyant three-color luan sash hung down unrulyly. Around the waist, the shoes were hanging on the soles of the feet, flickering under the candlelight, half of the delicate and white calf could be vaguely glimpsed.

Qiao Yue stretched out his hand a little: "Call him out."

After that, he turned and walked out.

The people from Bingma Division rushed to push He Zhiyang, and their tone was somewhat respectful: "Master, your brother is here, waiting for you outside the door."

He Zhiyang was shocked: "How could my brother know?"

He knew that the Bo's mansion cared about his face, and he gritted his teeth and revealed half a word about his life experience after entering the Bingma Division. He probably wouldn't recognize him either... His brother was able to rush over at the first instant when he heard the news?

Like Jin Yiwei, elusive...

He Zhiyang concentrated his mind, and quickly organized words to evade He Zhiji while walking, but when he raised his head, Qiao Yue's side face suddenly caught in his eyes.

He Zhiyang frowned: "Qiao Yue?"

Why can I see such a disappointment everywhere, who can't get quiet even if he is in jail?

"No rules!" Qiao Yue frowned, and lightly reprimanded like an ordinary brother: "You don't know how to restrain your temper in front of outsiders?"

There was pampering and reproach in his tone, as if the two of them were very familiar, He Zhiyang looked him up and down, but didn't guess what kind of medicine this man was going to sell: "Why are you here?"

Qiao Yue's tone was solemn: "You have caused trouble, as an elder brother, can I not show up?"

brother?

It seems that the brother Bing Ma Si talked about is him?In the middle of the night, doesn't this person take advantage of the good time to arrest people and show off his prestige, and come to the prison to take advantage of him?

Seeing Qiao Yue's appearance, he was still deeply involved in the drama, but He Zhiyang was not in the mood to act with him at all, so he narrowed his eyes and said impatiently: "I really want my brother to go home and find your father. If anything happens, it's your turn." It's none of your business!"

Bingmasi's people were dumbfounded by this direction, and looked at He Zhiyang in awe.

What is the origin of this man! ?

Qiao Yue's expression remained unchanged, he firmly held He Zhiyang's wrist and dragged him to the side, lowered his voice and said coldly: "The Bingmasi people want to detain you here, so you can get out by getting connected. The good relationship between the two schools will reward you with face, you'd better learn to be smart."

He Zhiyang's heart tightened, and his face remained unchanged: "Hmph! So what, I have math class tomorrow, and I don't want to go."

Qiao Yue sneered: "Oh? You don't want people from the Imperial College to visit the Bo's house, do you?"

He Zhiyang clenched his fists: "..."

What he was most afraid of was that the matter would be revealed and everyone in the family would know about it. If that was the case, he might get the beating earlier than Qiao Yue.

That's too much to lose...

Qiao Yue smiled, and said to the Bing Ma Si people in a dignified way: "Brother She doesn't listen to instruction, and has always been a child's temper, don't laugh at me."

Qiao Yue was rare to be gentle, and the soldiers and horses hurriedly laughed and said, "You're still young, so it's inevitable to be rebellious."

With a contrived smile on his lips, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what kind of younger brother is this Qiao Qianhu?

With a smile on the corner of Qiao Yue's mouth, he looked at He Zhiyang with an elder's love in his eyes: "Yes, we still have to strictly discipline him in the future, so as not to grow crooked."

He Zhiyang stared back at Qiao Yue viciously, does this person really take himself seriously?

Still want to discipline him?

What Jin Yiwei does is all shady things, but his heart is really crooked and dark! ?

A few people talked to each other, it seemed that he was a rebellious and rebellious teenager who made mistakes repeatedly, and Qiao Yue was the caretaker who had a headache for this.

He deserves it too! ?

When they broke up at the end, Qiao Yue said in a doggy manner: "Since I will discipline you in the future, people who don't work hard should worry too much."

Bingma Silian said: "Today is a misunderstanding, since this young master is your brother, we will see it later, and we will definitely not interfere."

He Zhiyang couldn't help being overjoyed, he acted in the name of brother Qiao Yue, and saved a lot of trouble by playing tricks.

Who knows Qiao Yue said coldly: "If today's incident happens again, and you turn a blind eye, aren't you conniving at his mistakes?"

Bingma Sima immediately understood: "Yes, yes, if my subordinates find out again, they will definitely report to Qianhu."

He Zhiyang: "..."

He knew that Qiao Yue would not come to recognize his younger brother to do good deeds, so he would use different ways to torment him!

Qiao Yue slightly raised his chin, looked at Bingma Sima with a glance, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "Speaking of which, this time I still accept your invitation."

The man waved his hands again and again and said not daring: "Jin Yiwei and Bingma Si are in the same spirit, and it should be. From now on, Qianhu only needs to give orders, and his subordinates will definitely send Lingdi to the mansion!"

He Zhiyang: "..."

He hated Qiao Yue the most, but now that the scene was over halfway, he could only hold his breath and act in awe of Qiao Yue.

Qiao Yue was originally adding to the scene temporarily, but seeing He Zhiyang's suffering, he couldn't tell, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

It's really the right time to lie down.

As soon as he left the gate of Bingmasi, He Zhiyang shot at Qiao Yue with a knife in his eyes: "Hehe, when did my father have such a promising son as Qianhu?"

"Oh?" Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "It seems that you want your brother to come forward in person?"

"Don't!" He Zhiyang grabbed his sleeve, gritted his teeth with a distorted smile and said, "If you can get me out, you are my brother."

Qiao Yue flicked his cuffs, and said indifferently: "That's not true, my father can't give birth to a son as promising as you."

After all, he strode out of Bing Ma Si.

He Zhiyang looked up, and the hazy moonlight covered Qiao Yue's tall and straight back, which made him lose some of his coldness.

Regardless of the purpose of others, they always braved the cold wind to come to Bingma Si to rescue him.

All kinds of discomfort in the meantime, maybe it's just because this person speaks too much?

That's all... Such tit-for-tat confrontation made him look like a villain.

He Zhiyang chased after him, and snorted coldly: "Cheng Chengcheng, thank you for tonight's matter, can't it be considered that I owe you a favor?"

As soon as the words fell, He Zhiyang felt that he really had clear grievances and grievances in capital letters.

Qiao Yue calmed down and said, "Don't thank me in a hurry, you still have to write something for me."

He Zhiyang was startled, and couldn't help but speed up his speech: "What are you writing? I owe you a favor, but let me tell you first, our Guozijian is also very busy with schoolwork, so we don't have much time to delay..."

He has to bite the bullet and write love letters to Qiao Yue every day. How can he have extra time!

"Write a document." Qiao Yue's voice was blown through by the night breeze, making people feel a bit cold: "Write down what happened tonight truthfully, and hand it over to me tomorrow."

He Zhiyang was not happy anymore, and raised his eyebrows: "You still want this thing for your brother? Are you dealing with soldiers and horses?"

According to common sense, after he was guaranteed to go out, he would indeed have to write another document and be detained in the military department as a case.

Qiao Yue wasn't very imposing just now, how could he still be manipulated by the rules of the soldiers and horses?

Qiao Yue stared at him with a half-smile, his dark eyes were tinged with sharpness, and said: "If you don't write, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the front door."

"Just write it." He Zhiyang snorted coldly, he just wanted to escape from this ghostly place quickly: "I'll give it to you tomorrow, and also write about how you Jin Yiwei pretended to be a relative to deceive the court order."

Qiao Yue raised the corners of his lips and sneered from the bottom of his heart.

He Zhiyang definitely didn't want this matter to be known by the uncle's house, otherwise he wouldn't have kept his background secret in the Bingma Division. Once he got the document, it was the handle he held in his hand.

If He Zhiyang dares to provoke again in the future, he can't guarantee where that document will appear.

Naturally, He Zhiyang didn't know what Qiao Yue was thinking. The two of them walked out of the Military Division. It was already dark, and the winter north wind howled past, making the candles of the surrounding people even more warm.

He Zhiyang wrapped up his felt hat and decisively waved goodbye to Qiao Yue, apparently wanting to go home alone.

The night was long, and He Zhiyang's thin back was thinned by the moonlight, making him look extraordinarily lonely.

Qiao Yue jumped on the horse, slowly drove the horse to his side, and said condescendingly, "You want to leave by yourself? The capital has been locked at night. If you are arrested again, wouldn't it be a waste of Qiao's efforts?"

He Zhiyang was so excited by his few words that he clenched his fists tightly, looked at the dark night around him, and said coldly, "What's the matter? Tangtangqianhu wants to drive for me?"

"There is no car to drive." Qiao Yue bowed slightly, still with the expression that he was not ready for a beating: "There is also a horse, if you can climb it, we will walk along the way together."