Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

He Zhiyang held his breath, and climbed onto the horse with difficulty under Qiao Yue's slightly disdainful eyes.

The two rode their horses and galloped, and the light and shadow of a window of candlelight quickly passed by their sides.

The cold stars are twinkling, the figures are lonely, and the sound of horseshoes resounds through the long street, as if echoing each other in the dark night.

He Zhiyang followed Qiao Yue closely all the way, and the guards who visited the night ban saw them from a distance, and they all avoided them, seeing them as if they were warding off evil spirits.

The night was dark, He Zhiyang's eyes fell on the front casually, Qiao Yue's broad back was as quiet as a standing mountain, in the cold and windy winter night, there was something indescribable... Peace of mind! ?

The atmosphere is so weird that people can't figure it out.

"Do you think I'm a fake tiger now?" He Zhiyang held the rein lazily, and laughed lightly: "With Qianhu's influence, they dare not look me in the eye."

"A fox pretends to be a tiger?" Qiao Yue's lips curled up coldly, without any modesty: "You are quite self-aware."

The fox and the tiger are destined to go different ways. The fox thinks that his companions will protect him, but he doesn't know that the advantage of the beast is never easy to take advantage of.

He Zhiyang's eyes were shining, he pulled the rein and stuck tightly behind him, looking at him in the night, he really looked like that silly fox.

Naive enough to make people sympathetic.

He Zhiyang suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Qiao Yue, I heard that someone sent you a love letter a few days ago. No one in the school... is going to make things difficult for you, right?"

Qiao Yue's eyes dimmed, and he smiled, "Otherwise? Who do you think is capable of embarrassing me in school?"

He Zhiyang gritted his teeth in anger at his rebellious question, and said with a smile on his face: "That's good, I've been worried about you for several days, lest you go back and be punished."

The corners of Qiao Yue's lips curled slightly, and he said calmly, "Thank you for your concern."

He Zhiyang couldn't help sighing in his heart, it seemed that his money could not get rid of the fate of being in vain, and today's ordeal must be a disaster for no reason...

I was secretly sad, and suddenly heard Qiao Yue write lightly: "Actually, if it is really a letter of love, I can't get out of it, but unfortunately you all misunderstood, it is not a serious letter of love."

He Zhiyang's ears immediately perked up, and he trembled: "Ha! How could it be? The Lord has chased him to the door himself, and he has to deliver it every day, can't it be?"

Those hypocritical words that hurt people's faces were made up by himself, and he balds every day because of this, Qiao Yue actually said that those are not serious love letters?

Isn't this a joke?Who is it that is not serious?

"You only know one thing, not the other." Qiao Yue collected his expression, and his clear and calm voice just overwhelmed the sound of horseshoes: "Those letters are full of empty formulas, without any trace of truth, how can they be love letters?"

He Zhiyang: "..."

It's right if you don't see any real feelings. I have a lot of true feelings, but I just don't want to waste them on you.

He Zhiyang adjusted his expression while pinching the reins, and said with a dry smile, "Thousands of households have really high requirements, even receiving a love letter has a threshold."

Do you think it is an [-]-character composition, and you have to echo it back and forth?

With just those few lines, he's going to want to break his scalp, okay?

"Since it's a letter of love, it must be sincere." Qiao Yue's deep voice followed the night wind: "Otherwise, how could it move me? Even Pang Ying feels that this matter is not worth spreading."

Fortunately, it was at night that Qiao Yue didn't see He Zhiyang's angry face: "No...you show them the love letter?"

This guy is so fucking interesting.

"In the beginning, he read it for me." Qiao Yue flicked the sleeves of his robe, stared at He Zhiyang and said indifferently: "Naturally, you will see that the feelings are mediocre, and even...you didn't even mention why you fell in love with me."

He Zhiyang gritted his teeth: "..."

He was really out of his wits to come up with such a whole idea of ​​himself.

Now that it's hard to get off the tiger, do you still want to say something to flatter Qiao Yue after you go back?

Qiao Yue looked at him with interest: "What? You seem to care about this?"

"Me? What do I care about?" He Zhiyang gritted his teeth: "I care about the poor man who wrote the love letter. I'm so infatuated! But you despise me!"

"It takes a long time to see the sincerity." The smile on Qiao Yue's lips grew stronger, and he leaned closer to him on the horseback and said in a low voice: "It's full of perfunctory papers, and there is no signature, so why should I care?"

The soft and hoarse voice exploded in his ears, and He Zhiyang's head became two big. For some reason, half of his face flushed, and he said angrily: "I know, I know, I'm picky when I receive a love letter. Chito, what a great show!"

Why did Qiao Yue tell him?He talked so much, it seemed that he was the one who wrote love letters to Qiao Yue!

snort!

The sporadic gratitude to Qiao Yuesheng in his heart was diluted, and He Zhiyang was so angry all the way that he didn't bother to care about others.

The residences of the two were separated by an alley, and when he saw Uncle's residence, He Zhiyang got off his horse and went straight to knock on the door to call for help.

"There are no rules." Qiao Yue narrowed his eyes on the horse's back and looked at him contemptuously: "Don't you know how to thank brother before you leave?"

"Thank you." He Zhiyang didn't even bother to turn his head back: "Also, my brother told you too much, you should avoid walking at night in the future, it's not safe."

Qiao Yue stared at his back after walking through the door, raised his eyebrows slightly, and rode back along the same road.

It was almost midnight when Qiao Yue returned to Jinyiwei Official Academy.

Pang Ying was dozing off with the file in his hand, when he heard footsteps, he raised his head, and said strangely: "We thought you stayed directly at Bingmasi, why did you come back at this hour?"

Qiao Yue took off his cloak, revealing his graceful posture wrapped in the robe: "Go to Bingmasi to pick up a young master, just save people to the end."

Pang Ying was startled, and then realized: "Did you send him back to the uncle's residence just now?"

Qiao Yue nodded.

"You sent him home yourself!?" Pang Ying was dumbfounded: "We thought you were going to suppress and take revenge, but you ended up doing good deeds every day?"

The conspiracy was revealed, Qiao Yue went to the Bingma Division with a cold face, Pang Ying was speechless secretly, guessing that it would take half a month to see He Zhiyang walking upright.

As a result, Qiao Yue not only bailed him out, but also directly escorted him back to the uncle's mansion?

Are you kidding me?

"I don't like to borrow other people's hands." Qiao Yue slightly staggered his eyes under his shocked gaze, and said coldly, "I have other ways to teach him a lesson."

"No..." Pang Ying was completely confused, and looked at Qiao Yue with puzzled eyes: "You missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how are you going to teach him a lesson?"

"I made a point of finding out today that he will definitely continue to write the love letter." Qiao Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, and said leisurely, "Writing a love letter to a man who is not used to everything every day is torture in body and mind. "

The corners of Qiao Yue's lips curled up when he thought of He Zhiyang gritted his teeth and raised his eyebrows, but had to eat the bitter fruit himself.

Pang Ying: "Huh?...That's it?"

And teach him a lesson?Is it still torture in body and mind?The person who wrote the love letter felt uncomfortable, so the person who received the love letter felt aggrieved... Pang Ying almost suspected that the brains of his family were damaged by the cold wind outside...

This is simply covering up and conniving, fueling the arrogance of the Guozijian!

"Of course it doesn't stop." Qiao Yue's eyes turned cold, and a trace of hostility flickered in the firelight: "I will meet with the young man who delivered the letter. This matter will slander Jin Yiwei, and we must review it. Wait for that person to bite him out. , I will personally arrest him and send him to jail.”

Pang Ying was dubious: "You're not teaching him in the military department, but you want to arrest him and send him to jail?"

Qiao Yue lowered his eyes, lazily playing with his fingers while taking advantage of the firelight, and said in a rather regretful tone: "After all, Bingmasi is not good at displaying his skills, let him be proud for a few more days."

Qiao Yue always reported his flaws, and if someone dared to play tricks on him, he would have to pay ten times the price.

He Zhiyang wanted to use the love letter to make him punished, Qiao Yue naturally wanted to retaliate, and let He Zhiyang go to the prison to learn about his methods.

What's more, in the past few days... I can also earn a few more love letters from the young master...

Pang Ying immediately felt cold: "Prison? You are going to fuck/death him."

"That's not the case." Qiao Yue sat by the fire and flipped his palms to keep warm, and said softly, "At most he's half dead, he should be glad he has a good brother."

After all, the little fox obediently stuck behind him tonight, and called him brother with red eyes and gritted teeth.

You can't do too much by yourself.

Pang Ying shuddered when he heard it, and said that the officials of Qiao's family had been offended, and the end was extremely tragic, it seems that what he said was true.

During this grasping and letting go, the pampered young master of the He family will definitely shed a layer of skin.

Today, Qianhu seems to protect him, but in fact, it involves slandering Jinyiwei, which is much more vicious than Wucheng soldiers and horses arresting prostitutes/prostitutes.

Besides, it's not up to Master Qianhu to decide how to torture people to their own territory?

Sigh, to humiliate He Zhiyang and write love letters to him these few days, no matter how you look at it, it's a steady profit...

Pang Ying cast her body on the ground, cupped her hands and said, "I admire you, brother!"

Qiao Yue was relieved by the hot fire, and he couldn't help but feel a little complacent: "We will learn more in the future, we Jinyiwei can't let the group of scholars next door handle it."

Watching He Zhiyang hold back his anger and write a love letter is much more enjoyable than watching him being beaten.

Pang Ying said again: "The He family member should know something, this time you ran all the way to send him home, but he didn't bow his head to show his respect?"

"He told me not to walk at night." Qiao Yue narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "How can a person like him be obedient if he doesn't learn a lesson?"

After returning home, it was already dead of night, He Zhiyang calmed down for a while, and took out the paper resignedly, thinking about Qiao Yue's request in his mind, and prepared to write a few letters while it was hot.

He took out the Langhao pen from the pen container, but Baolan who was serving him very diligently in reading just sat on the round stool without any intention of getting up, He Zhiyang called out weakly: "Baolan, can you give me some ink? "

Baolan didn't agree to him: "I came back so late again, I'm very busy, I don't have time!"

"Your young master lights up the lamp to study at night and strives to make progress. You have to keep up with your awareness, you can't hold back, can you?"

"I've always been a person who has no winks and no awareness." Baolan stood up, took the ink stick and threw it on the table, and said with a sneer, "Why don't you recognize that you are writing homework, young master? You only know how to order me all day long." , but know how to bend to others!"

After all, he ignored He Zhiyang, went straight to the side room and slept in his clothes.

He Zhiyang smiled wryly, sharpened the ink himself, gritted his teeth and wrote a sincere love letter, wandering on the verge of collapse a few times, couldn't bear to look directly at the chicken skin.

Recalling Qiao Yue's words, I had an idea, and wrote a signature: 嗤嗤.

He Zhiyang deliberately wrote the right half of the word a size bigger. Looking at it with bad eyes, he thought he was Qiao Yue's father.

Thinking of yesterday's scene where someone pretended to be his elder brother in Bingma Division, He Zhiyang let out a bad breath.

Finally get back some bargains in writing!