Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

Qiao Yue's eyes were filled with undercurrents, and He Zhiyang's fingertips trembled slightly, avoiding his sight unnaturally.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the distant sky, and Qiao Yue's deep voice came slowly: "You don't have to be like this."

He Zhiyang ignored him, stood up on his own, and went to reveal the paper on the wall.

Suddenly, his wrist was tightly clasped, Qiao Yue lowered his eyes, looked at He Zhiyang, and said in a low voice: "Brother Yang, are you... complaining about me?"

Subconsciously, He Zhiyang wanted to retort, but after thinking about it again, he had already made up his mind, why bother with him any more, tugged his wrist lightly, trying to earn it out.

Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows, looked at He Zhiyang's complexion, and laughed lightly for a while: "Are you really angry?"

His tone was very low, with a light and delicate smile, inexplicably teasing.

He Zhiyang frowned slightly, something was wrong with this person.

He twisted his wrist, but Qiao Yue's palm couldn't break free like an iron hoop, and the two of them froze in place for a while.

He Zhiyang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let go."

His eyes were cold and distant, revealing a strange warning.

Qiao Yue's heart suddenly sank heavily, and he felt anxiety and panic that he hadn't expected.

He let go of He Zhiyang's wrist, and stood still on the spot helplessly.

He Zhiyang walked towards Zhaobi coldly, as if he didn't see himself from the beginning to the end.

The relationship between the two people seemed to become distant and unpredictable overnight.

Qiao Yue clenched his fists and turned to look at He Zhiyang.

The young man was raising his head to tear up the proclamation posted on the screen wall, his movements were fierce, as if he was venting his anger after being wronged.

Qiao Yue sighed silently in his heart, wanted to say something to apologize, but opened his mouth and said: "It's going to rain, go back, I don't care."

He Zhiyang paused.

Many of these ironic words allude to the Qiao family, written passionately and with swords drawn, the writing is like a knife, and every word is heartbreaking.

Even if he saw it, he would be aroused into anger. How could Qiao Yue say that he didn't care?

These poems happen to be pasted on the screen wall, and everyone passing by can see them.

Thousands of pointing fingers, thousands of people reviled.

How could he not care?

Does he care nothing about fame?

Anger welled up in his chest, accompanied by a sharp pain. He Zhiyang himself couldn't explain why he was angry at Qiao Yue's indifference.

In short, he couldn't see Qiao Yue belittling himself.

Why should he bear the infamy for others for something he didn't do?

He Zhiyang looked at Qiao Yue, sneered and said sarcastically: "Yes, Qianhu is really generous, if you don't fight back when you hit him or scold him, how easy it is to bully someone."

Seeing that He Zhiyang was still willing to pay attention to himself, Qiao Yue snorted coldly, "They can only write sour articles, and there are a lot of people in the court who scolded us behind our backs. Why don't they just laugh at us face to face? ? If anyone dares to really provoke me, I will lose face, and they will lose their heads."

Qiao Yue is an eagle dog that bites others, so naturally he doesn't need to feel sorry for himself.

If anyone really touches Ni Lin, his minions will surely tear him apart.

He Zhiyang understood this truth, but he couldn't resist the subtle unhappiness in his heart.

It seems that in Qiao Yue's world, people are either dismissed or eliminated.

He killed someone, blood was on his hands, and when others smelled the blood, they would just avoid him or curse him more and more.

He is obviously not a heinous person, why does he have to be like this?

He Zhiyang raised his eyes, and said coldly: "So you don't care if you are misunderstood by others? It doesn't matter if you have suffered on behalf of others? If you have a bad reputation, there will be no trouble?"

Qiao Yue clenched his fists and raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "They are all insignificant people, why should I bother about it."

How can you not care?

He also tried hard, explained, wanted to break things apart and explain clearly, and stubbornly discussed the right and wrong.

But no matter how high the status of Jin Yiwei is, it is still the blade in His Majesty's hands.

As a blade, it is the most common thing for others to suffer and prevent disasters for others.

Don't talk about fame, even life so what?

The cunning rabbit died, the lackeys cooked, and many commanders of Jinyiwei who were bossy, in the end, they were notorious and were eliminated by His Majesty.

Fame is important to Qingliu scholars like Guozijian.

To him, it is a ridiculous and unfamiliar word.

He Zhiyang's eyes were slightly red, and he tore off the proclamation one by one without hesitation, his chest heaved and he said: "You don't mind because you are big-hearted, but I care."

As soon as the words fell, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in the depths of Qiao Yue's eyes, his heart was pounding, and he pulled He Zhiyang's shoulder: "What do you care about?"

He Zhiyang just said that he cared emotionally, but now seeing Qiao Yue staring at him, he naturally wouldn't reveal the thoughts that were suppressed in his heart, and said coldly: "I care if I can get along with you, care if I don't Offended you, care about their reputation!"

After He Zhiyang uttered these words, the grievances he suffered at the gate of Qiao's residence the day before yesterday were immediately relieved a lot.

Qiao Yue heard this, but it meant a clean break.

With a sharp pain in his heart, Qiao Yue tightly clasped He Zhiyang's wrist, and could not help but pin him against the screen wall.

He fixed his eyes on He Zhiyang, and said stubbornly, "You're lying!"

He Zhiyang turned his head in silence.

"If you really want to make a clean break with me, why did you come here to tear up these poems?" Qiao Yue's heart was clamoring with urgent desire, hope, he didn't know what he wanted to do for a while, so he could only say all the words in his heart: " You clearly care about my reputation and don't want me to be dragged down by others! Right!"

For this matter, Qiao Yue contradicted his father, visited the prince, and was said to have been fined to kneel all night...

But when he thought of the scene at the door that day, He Zhiyang still hardened his heart and hummed: "I am not related to Qianhu, so what does Qianhu's reputation have to do with me? I am here to tear up these poems. First, the matter is settled." , why leave something to cause trouble, and the second is that there are many friends in Jinyiwei, and I don't want to find out how embarrassing they are..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Yue's tall figure suddenly fell down, and those burning eyes were only an inch away from him.

It was only then that He Zhiyang realized that his back was against the screen wall, Qiao Yue pressed his shoulders tightly, his eyes burst out with a kind of fiery rage that he had never seen before, making him unable to move, unable to retreat.

His heart suddenly started beating wildly, the sky was full of thick clouds, and there was no one around, He Zhiyang shouted angrily, "You...what else do you want to do?"

Qiao Yue's eyes frightened him. When he mentioned Yu Chacha and Xu Yiqing, Qiao Yue suddenly ran on rampage like a hungry wolf that had been holding back for a long time. Prey in the mouth.

Qiao Yue paused every word, full of warning and deterrence: "You are not allowed to mention them again!"

He Zhiyang looked into Qiao Yue's deep and heavy eyes, for some reason, his heartbeat became more and more urgent, almost drowning out the thunder in the sky.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that Qiao Yue would teach him to be a man?

He didn't dare to really hit you, He Zhiyang listened to his thumping heartbeat, couldn't help telling himself over and over again, the Imperial College had to save face!Can't be cowardly! !

He clenched his fists and raised his head, coldly looking back at the past!

Looking at each other for a moment, He Zhiyang thought that Qiao Yue would make the next move, but he never thought that in the blink of an eye, the hostility just now had faded from Qiao Yue's eyes, leaving only sporadic daze and bewilderment.

The tough and cold man just now suddenly whispered awkwardly: "You, don't be angry with me either."

Taste it carefully, it also has a hint of pleading and decadence.

He Zhiyang froze in place, looking at Qiao Yue's fixed eyes on him, he couldn't help but want to look elsewhere.

"Actually, you came to find me. I feel... quite proud." Qiao Yue couldn't bear it any longer, and rubbed He Zhiyang's ear with his hand and said, "In the future, if something happens, why don't you come to see brother?"

Jin Yiwei's questions were always like an interrogator, but Qiao Yue's tone was pitiful and pleading, like a small animal anxiously waiting for the master who could decide his fate.

It's a pity that He Zhiyang won't be confused by his appearance.

That day when Qiao Yue was sitting on horseback, he was indifferent and tough, arrogant and arrogant, that scene is vivid in my memory!

Now I don't know which muscle is wrong, and I am showing him inexplicable favor again?

He Zhiyang calmed down, smiled lightly and said, "What? In Brother Yue's heart, I can only depend on others?"

"I'm not someone else." Qiao Yue's throat twitched slightly, his eyes burning, "You don't have to treat me as an outsider from now on..."