Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The incident of cheating in the Imperial College Entrance Examination came with a bang, but went away quietly, and it was settled so easily.

In the final analysis, it was because Jin Yiwei came forward to investigate and settle the matter.

The masters of the Guozijian didn't say anything, but they couldn't hold it on their faces. If this kind of thing happened in the territory under their jurisdiction, is it because they don't know people?In addition, the emperor inadvertently said to the people around him: "The young son of the He family is very good at Cuju. I still remember his youthful demeanor back then. How could he do such nasty things?"

As soon as this sentence spread, the Imperial College, from Jijiu to Jiancheng, felt that their faces were dull, and wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

Now that the mistake had already been made, they could only try their best to make it up. From the second day after the incident subsided, Jijiu had already personally gone to He's residence to make amends, and by the way asked He Zhiyang when he would return to school.

He Zhiji felt guilty and puzzled about his younger brother. He felt guilty that he had misunderstood him before finding out the truth and did not save him. He was puzzled by Iga Zhiyang's temperament. It has been announced to the world aggressively, such a cover-up makes people misunderstand, and I don't know if it is schoolwork or not?

Seeing the sacrificial wine from the school coming, the father and son of the He family served tea and sat down, Ren Anbo sighed and said: "A Yang didn't want to see anyone after the accident, so Ji Jiu came to the mansion in person, we all know what he wants, but A Yang is still ill , it is inconvenient to meet guests..."

Jijiu originally wanted to meet He Zhiyang, but when he heard He's father and son say this, he couldn't insist: "It's okay, let the child rest and raise him. I just took the liberty to ask, when will he be able to come to school to study?"

Ren Amber glanced at his son, and said bravely: "Well... about ten days later..."

Jijiu nodded, chatted with the He family for a while, and then got up to leave.

As soon as the sacrificial wine left, Ren Amber breathed a sigh of relief: "He was looking for your brother again. From the past few days to now, people have come to look for him every day. How long can we cope with this? You can go for a walk tomorrow and bring him back. Call home!"

In fact, He Zhiyang was not at home, but in Qiao Mansion next door.

As early as the day when Qiao Yue broke into the Imperial Prison, they had already heard what Huo Yao had said, and that night someone from Qiao's residence came to ask for He Zhiyang's usual clothes, which further confirmed the matter.

Shocked and worried, the He family went to the next door to beg for help overnight, but was persuaded to come back by Qiao Yue's cold voice.

Ren Anbo returned home suspiciously, feeling very strange. Although the kid next door said he was disrespectful, he could tell that he cared about his son very much, and even felt wronged for He Zhiyang.

That Jin Yiwei next door is so close to He Zhiyang?

Knowing that his son was being treated with care, Ren Amber calmed down a bit, but after two days, he still couldn't help but come to ask for someone.

Still being pushed back hard by Qiao Yue.

But they are from a noble family, and they pretended not to be familiar with Jin Yiwei on the surface. Although they were in a hurry, they couldn't come to the door to snatch people from Jin Yiwei.

Qiao Mansion, He Zhiyang has been convalescing here for several days. He had a bad stomach, and it wasted a lot after all these twists and turns. Qiao Yue hired several cooks to make porridge for his stomach, but he insisted on cooking porridge himself. He felt relieved after feeding him, He Zhiyang joked that this treatment was like being treated like a treasure in a golden house, and in a few days he would be taken care of by Qiao Yue himself.

Talking and laughing, but remembering Qiao Yue's kindness in his heart.

The weather was fine today, and He Zhiyang got up from the bed. Guessing that Qiao Yue's birthday would be around the corner, he originally wanted to make a brochure out of miniature documents, but it wasn't finished yet. A big day is coming, think about it quickly."

Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows: "Is it because the Ryukyu people came to Beijing to pay tribute?"

Ryukyu is a vassal state of Da Ming, and officials are sent to the capital to offer tribute every early summer, counting the days, it is almost here.

He Zhiyang shook his head helplessly, and pointed out: "It has something to do with you."

"With me?" Qiao Yue thought for a while before asking, "Birthday?"

"...Thank you for remembering." He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows: "Tell me, what gift do you want for your birthday? Also, can you treat yourself?"

Qiao Yue stretched out his hands to brush his temple hair, and said with a low smile, "Isn't it because of you that I care about it? As for my birthday... I'm getting old, and I just want a wife."

He Zhiyang's complexion twitched: "...Daughter-in-law has no hope in this life, if you want a husband, then it's fine."

Qiao Yue smiled, and reached out to pinch the thin muscles on He Zhiyang's arms: "You really dare to think about it."

The thin muscles covered by He Zhiyang's arms can't be compared with Qiao Yue's, but he still raised his head stubbornly, and said shamelessly: "Who said that thing is better than this!?"

Qiao Yue was provoking him, so he refused to admit defeat!

It's just the muscles in the arms and has nothing to do with that!

"There's no need to compare these." Qiao Yue raised his heroic long eyebrows, and suddenly smiled ambiguously: "Should they be compared in size? Shall we also compare?"

After finishing speaking, he gestured to reach out to explore He Zhiyang's belt.

He Zhiyang's ears turned red, startled and ashamed, buried his head in Qiao Yue's chest like a quail, unwilling to come out: "No, no!"

Qiao Yue couldn't help but withdraw his hand, and gently landed on the back of He Zhiyang's head.

He looked down at the little furry head on his chest, his brows and eyes were full of doting.

In the past, when He Zhiyang was offended, he would always put on a dignified look, as if he was covered in cold armor.

But this time, instead of pushing himself away, he buried his head in his chest without warning.

So natural and sincere sheep go into the tiger's mouth.

Qiao Yue resisted the urge to shout and plunder, and gently stroked the little fox's head.

Relying on the one I love, my whole body is as light as a cloud...

The two of them got tired of lying on the bed for a while, He Zhiyang leaned against the window and looked into the distance, and suddenly said sullenly: "By the way, how is my brother?"

"It's okay." Qiao Yue put his arms around him and teased him, "Your brother, I'm okay."

"My brother, my dear brother!" He Zhiyang snorted, "Is he really angry with me?"

Although the matter was found out in the end, Iga nosuke's nature must still mind his deception.

"I'm still very angry with him." Qiao Yue leaned over and hummed in a low voice: "I think it's more dangerous for me to be angry."

He Zhiji's anger was in vain, he wanted to kill someone when he was angry.

He Zhiyang shook his head and smiled, and rubbed Qiao Yue's head: "Brother, didn't you avenge me? I heard that people from the Imperial College have always come to look for me these days. My posture is low enough, so don't be angry."

"It's cheap for them!" Qiao Yue grumbled and bared his fangs: "Anyone who offends you deserves to die!"

"Brother Yue is right!" He Zhiyang patted his broad shoulders reassuringly, like soothing a big dog: "They have all been taught a lesson, and they promise to detour when they see me in the future."

"But he is my elder brother after all, and he doesn't know about this matter. If you don't send me back, he will be worried."

"Then he is also helping the evildoers!" Qiao Yue raised his head and said fiercely, "As your family, I cannot forgive you!"

After all, he blocked He Zhiyang's lips with a firm kiss, moved down gently, buried his head in his neck and sniffed deeply, really like a big dog attached to its beloved master.

He Zhiyang had no choice but to let him manipulate him.

Qiao Yue tossed and fiddled with it for a long time, rolled his eyes twice before falling asleep in his arms.

The next morning, Qiao Yue went to handle the case early, and when He Zhiyang woke up slowly rubbing his eyes, it was almost noon.

He touched the bed beside him, but he couldn't find any trace of Qiao Yue. When He Zhiyang turned over, he was terrified.

A girl who was only four or five years old tilted her head, her watery eyes flickered, and she looked at his chest curiously.

chest...

Thinking of what happened last night, He Zhiyang was startled, and hurriedly covered up the pink mark on his chest.

The girl is Qiao Yue's younger sister, who likes to skateboard in the yard, and always shuttles back and forth in Qiao's mansion. Qiao Yue's Baimi Yishu forgot to tell her to stop her sister, and let her drive straight in and see her.

The younger sister has been standing quietly, looking at the handsome brother on the bed for a while.

He had seen this handsome brother, and he remembered how he skated.

But when he was lying on the bed and sleeping, it was completely different from what he saw in normal times.

His eyebrows are no longer fierce, he looks like the person in the painting, and even the quilt he is wearing is as elegant and fragile as a crane, making people want to get close.

Much cuter than my rough brother.

She was counting the eyelashes of her beautiful brother, but his brother suddenly woke up and looked at her defensively.

The younger sister felt hurt, and said aggrievedly: "Beautiful brother, why are you lying on my brother's bed?"

Knowing her identity, He Zhiyang immediately sat up and straightened his clothes in a dying state of illness, and stared at the little girl viciously like a school bully: "I'm not feeling well, let me borrow your brother's bed, the kid wants to go out and talk nonsense Beaten, understand?"

The younger sister raised her head and blinked her eyes: "Brother is not feeling well, he is sick, right?"

He Zhiyang glanced at her vigilantly: "...Well, my brother is sick, don't tell others after you go out, so that my brother can recover from his illness with peace of mind, okay?"

It's shameful to coax a little girl like that.

But if news of him lying on Qiao Yue's bed spread, I really don't know how to end it! ?

The two camps are opposed to each other and have no contact with each other. He doesn't know how the Qiao family is, but his father and brother will definitely be furious...

The younger sister's eyes lit up, and she pointed to the marks on his chest: "Brother has red marks on his body, isn't that uncomfortable?"

Where is this uncomfortable?Obviously last night was too comfortable...

He Zhiyang covered the hickey, his old face blushed and said, "It's not uncomfortable, it's my brother's secret..."

"secret?"

"That's right..." He Zhiyang played with her braids, and made up nonsense: "My brother actually knows magic, and he got separated from the person he likes. My brother has these red marks on his body, and that People will be able to recognize my elder brother, this is the agreement between my elder brother and him! But if more people know about it, it will not be effective.”

Such a lame story, but my younger sister was completely taken aback, and quickly raised her little hands in conviction: "I won't tell, I won't tell anyone my brother's secret!"