Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and Jin Yiwei suddenly remembered something: "Qianhu, this land is under our control, so will the monthly fees of these food stalls be charged?"

Qiao Yue's tone was majestic: "Why don't you accept it?"

"I heard that they have already handed over a sum to the household department before?" Jin Yiwei was puzzled: "And this is inside and outside the school, how dare we continue to ask for it?"

"Excuse me?" Qiao Yue said coldly, "You are Jin Yiwei. Last hour, you chatted and laughed with people, and you did a lot of things that ransacked people and put them in prison in a flash? You are always concerned about face, why don't you get rid of your armor and return to the field as soon as possible!"

"As for the monthly money," Qiao Yue raised the corners of his lips, patted the man's shoulder and said in a low voice, "The money from the household department is for the imperial court, did it go into your pocket?"

Several people looked at each other and nodded: "Qianhu, we understand."

Although his family is good at martial arts, they seldom do good deeds. They thought they were beating up people today to win the reputation of Jin Yiwei, but it seems that there are still interests behind it.

That's right, they are also very mature in Jinyiwei this time, and they seldom fight for leisure as before, but start to weigh the benefits they have obtained.

Qiao Yue raised the corners of his eyes and glanced at the distance, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "I will pursue it after the limelight subsides. Don't learn from Ma Si, and avoid some people."

Jin Yiwei's reputation was notorious, Qiao Yue never deliberately cared about his reputation, but He Zhiyang's admiring eyes were rare to see after all, and he wanted to benefit from it for another two days.

"Is there any wound medicine?" Qiao Yue's footsteps gradually slowed down, going back and forth, calling to the few people who were about to leave: "The kind that doesn't leave scars."

Pang Ying glanced at He Zhiyang in the distance, and said with a smile: "Qianhu, you know how to love people."

"On the surface, after all, he was on good terms with us, and he was beaten by soldiers and horses." Qiao Yue's eyes overflowed with disdain, and he waved his hand and said, "This kind of brother is very expensive to raise, and if he gets a scar and goes home crying Not the one who lost us?"

Jin Yiwei immediately laughed.

He Zhiyang didn't hear Qiao Yue's ridicule at all. When he saw him coming, his eyes were as bright as stars: "Qiao Yue, it's alright, it's thanks to you that you made a move just now, and you made two moves, which directly crippled him!"

The capital city is dull and gloomy in winter, but He Zhiyang's eyes seemed to be soaked in fine sunlight, so bright that one couldn't move his eyes away.

Qiao Yue suppressed the smile on his lips, looked at him and said, "A few tricks, I'm laughing."

It was rare for He Zhiyang not to roll his eyes at Qiao Yue's pretentiousness. Regardless of the bruises on his lips, he pulled Aunt Xu towards him and smiled, "Aunt Xu, this is Jin Yiwei who just came forward to rescue us from the martial arts school next to the Imperial College Going to school, his skills are very good, those soldiers and horses are afraid of him!"

Aunt Xu was still timid towards the hostile Qiao Yue, she shrunk her shoulders and hid in the direction of He Zhiyang, and whispered: "Jin Yiwei? A living King of Hades who arrested people and stuffed them in prison?"

He Zhiyang saw Aunt Xu's appearance of avoiding snakes and scorpions, and for some reason, he stood aside for him. Qiao Yue, who had just finished a good deed, was slightly sad, and said with a smile: "It's all rumors, you didn't see him just now. Those bastards left? He is also a nearby student, with him around, no one would dare to bully you!"

Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows.

He Zhiyang had always been arrogant, but now he was like a white dove flapping its wings, and flew behind him with his companions to seek shelter.

Even speaking out to defend him in front of others?

Qiao Yue walked up, and rarely agreed: "Yes, you don't have to be afraid anymore, they dare not come to this place again."

Aunt Xu raised her head bravely. The young man in front of her looked fierce, but she was actually about the same age as her own son. She said repeatedly, "Thank you, sir."

Qiao Yue held the handle of the knife, looked at He Zhiyang silently and comforted Aunt Xu repeatedly.

An arrogant troublemaker, he can calm down and comfort others seriously.

Aunt Xu quickly made two drawers of crab roe buns, and after giving them to He Zhiyang, she insisted on giving Qiao Yue a drawer: "Officer, I don't have anything to sell, these buns just came out of the cage , you take it and eat something warm."

Qiao Yue glanced at the basket of buns coldly, and raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

After taking office in Jinyi, he seldom gave or accepted privately, so as not to get in the way of his actions.

Is this cage crab yolk bun considered a bribe?

"Aunt Xu, I'll hold it for him." Before Qiao Yue could respond, He Zhiyang had already taken the bun, and said with a smile: "He has never received any kindness, so he was stunned for a moment. Let him eat them all when he wakes up."

Aunt Xu smiled lovingly: "I'll be familiar with it in the future. The young master likes to eat crab roe and sugar buns. Come with him and Aunt Xu will cook for you."

He Zhiyang thanked him with a smile, while Qiao Yue looked away with a difficult expression, and left the booth straight away with his long legs.

He Zhiyang ran towards him with the buns in his hands: "Qiao Yue, I'm not talking about you, the speed at which you escaped from the scene really doesn't look like someone who just finished a good deed, are you used to being a royal guard, and never had the chance to feel the love of the world?" ?”

He was joking, but Qiao Yue held the handle of the knife tightly, and said nothing with his downcast eyes.

"Qiao Yue, I really can't catch up with your skills today." He Zhiyang ignored the bruises on his lips, and took a bite of the hot crab roe bun: "The soldiers and horses were beaten twice by you. Be a man with your tail up."

Qiao Yueen said, after thinking for a while, he still instructed: "The soldiers and horses of the five cities are definitely not kind, so don't be careless."

"No matter how bad he is, he's not as famous as you Jinyiwei, is he?" He Zhiyang patted him on the shoulder carelessly: "With you here, why would I be afraid of him?"

The corners of Qiao Yue's mouth twitched slightly. He said this bluntly, and directly regarded him, Jin Yiwei, as one of his own.

Standing in front of him, he said the word "notoriety" frankly.

Qiao Yue stared at the claws on his shoulders that had just finished eating crab roe buns, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly and coldly, "What? You know Jin Yiwei very well?"

"Ah? I'm not familiar with you." He Zhiyang's smile froze, he withdrew his hand and said, "But you and I are not strangers to Mr. Qianhu, right?"

How else could Qiao Yue ask for a beating when he opened his mouth?

A few days ago, he pretended to be his brother, and then turned around and said coldly that he didn't know him well?

What kind of Jinyiwei ah, go to the troupe to play to change the face.

"Since you're not familiar with it, you have to be careful." Qiao Yue's voice was cold, and he stared at him with a half-smile: "Knowing Jin Yiwei's notoriety, aren't you afraid that I will do evil things to you?"

He Zhiyang: "..."

to finish.

He spoke smoothly just now, and accidentally revealed his true impression of Jin Yiwei in front of Qiao Yue...

Qiao Yue's tone was rambling, but He Zhiyang thought of the poor man who fell to the ground just now, and couldn't help but shuddered by touching his neck, and hurriedly tried to save him: "This... notoriety and good name are all rumors, I can't help but shudder." I never believed it, I only believed what I saw."

Qiao Yue raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly became interested: "Oh? Then what kind of person do you think I am?"

He Zhiyang's desire to survive was already in place, and he said casually: "...you are tall, long-legged, mighty and magnanimous, and you can see what happened today. Brother Yue, you are still an upright chivalrous man who fights for the people... ..."

Before Rainbow Fart finished, Qiao Yue interrupted coldly: "Jin Yiwei works for the imperial court, eagle dogs and the like have nothing to do with knights, let alone bear the reputation you speak of."

He Zhiyang was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

He picks nice words and blah blah blah blah blah, isn't Qiao Yue happy?

So self-aware, and so fucking difficult to serve.

Qiao Yue didn't say any more, but an unspeakable boredom suddenly surged in his heart.

He didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear, or even why he asked.

That's it.

It's just irrelevant people, so why care about misunderstanding or understanding?

He Zhiyang glanced sideways quietly, seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he quietly handed the bun to Qiao Yue's palm, and was about to slip away with his legs lifted.

"Wait a minute." Qiao Yue spoke slowly, and his eyes fell on Aunt Xu's booth in the distance: "That person is a woman and child, and there will be no benefit in helping her. Why did you take action?"

He Zhiyang was stunned by what he said, paused for a moment before raising his eyebrows and said: "Tsk tsk, the buns that Aunt Xu gave you are still warm, so you uttered such cold words, hey, it seems that you are doomed Not worthy of the love of the world."

Not fit to talk to him either.

Qiao Yue pinched his wrist: "You haven't answered yet."

He Zhiyang felt that it was not easy to say: "Aunt Xu is very kind to me, and she is my classmate's family... I can't just watch Bing Ma Si bully people, can I?"

Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

I thought that He Zhiyang was an upright scholar, but he didn't expect him to be upright and upright, daring to challenge soldiers and horses.

If he didn't show up by himself, he would have been so righteous that he would directly take half of his life.

Qiao Yue let go of his hand, and said logically and indifferently: "These vendors are unarmed, and the Imperial College is weak, so naturally they can only be slaughtered."

He Zhiyang immediately said coldly as if he had been poked into a deathbed: "Where is the Imperial College so weak? We also have riding and archery classes. Many students in the class are first-class. The students are usually detained and dare not fight bravely. Let's be serious in another day." Let's learn from each other, and let you taste our strength."

Qiao Yue raised the corners of his lips, with an expression of half tolerance and half disdain.

"And if you don't have a good fist, does it mean that the weak are inferior?" He Zhiyang lost face, and hummed: "It's barbaric to judge who is high or low by fist."

Jin Yiwei did not understand the subset of classics and history, and the court officials often used this to suppress them.

Qiao Yue didn't know what to think of, his complexion changed slightly, he stopped talking, raised his hand coldly, and threw a small delicate porcelain bottle at He Zhiyang.

"Is this wound medicine?" He Zhiyang took it, feeling warm in his heart, he refused to admit defeat and said firmly: "When a man fights, how about a little injury?"

"Keep it." Qiao Yue sneered, and the big horse walked past him: "You will have plenty of time to use it in the future."