Only my golden finger has bugs in the world

Si Yan rubbed his brows, turned the "Huang Ting" in his hand to the next page, and said in a calm voice, "They read theirs, we do ours, it doesn't hinder anything, don't worry about it."

Zishu sticks out his tongue, he doesn't have the kindness of a son, those spoiled dandies are always very rude when doing things, if they are sincere, but they obviously just want to satisfy their curiosity, if they really want to visit , Just be sincere, how can he not be angry if he disrespects people like this.

A quarter of an hour later, Ziwen came into the room with the medicine boiled in the kitchen, carefully placed it in front of Si Yan, and then stood aside with the basket box containing the medicine, "My lord, Mr. An, the owner of the boat, just sent someone to Come to inform, saying that there is still half a day at the latest, and the ship will arrive at the capital."

Si Yan picked up the medicine bowl and drank the bowl of bitter medicine in one go. His expression didn't change a bit the whole time, he put down the empty bowl, "Got it, we've been on this boat for a day and a night, and we're almost in the capital. The boundary is over, and the speed of this boat is already slow. Go tell the others, we are going to leave."

Ziwen held the empty bowl he had finished drinking and said yes, first he asked Zishu to pack up the young master's clothes, books and other things carefully.

After sending the bowl back to the kitchen, he hurried to inform the others of the news and told them to pack up and prepare to leave.

Unexpectedly, when Ziwen left the kitchen, a tall and sneaky figure sneaked in, carefully wrapped the used medicine bowl in white muslin, put it in his arms, and left secretly. During the whole process, without anyone noticing, no one in the kitchen noticed that someone had entered.

Deng Yi held the bowl that Si Yan used in his arms, his chest was burning hot, his heart was beating like a bronze drum, his ears were red, and he didn't know where to put his hands. He didn't know how to describe this feeling. It's like blaspheming the gods, and at the same time, I feel a little miserable. He is a majestic master, but he was sent by the master to do this kind of stealth...

(Small theater, Deng Yi: Excuse me, what should I do if the master suddenly becomes a pervert? Ask me to steal things used by others like an idiot)

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"Hiss, it's so cold outside, Cheng Yiyu, tell me, why hasn't that man come out yet, I'm almost freezing to death?" said the man in blue with pigtails leaning on the servant.

Cheng Yiyu spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, and snorted, "Why, Sun Jihuai, you have to wait, what's there to see, don't they all have one nose and two eyes? , I'm so cold, I won't accompany you anymore, I can't freeze my precious body to death, I'll go back home first."

Seeing Cheng Yiyu turning around to leave, Sun Jihuai hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said flatteringly to him: "Don't, don't, don't, Cheng Yiyu, Mr. Cheng, there are a lot of you, my lord, who don't know as much as I do, so just accompany me." Wait for a while, anyway, we have nothing to do when we go back, everyone is here to wait and see." He secretly pointed at the location where Qi Chen'an was standing with his finger, "Look, the fifth prince is not in a hurry to leave, you What are you in a hurry for... Hey, look, look, it's out, it's out."

Cheng Yiyu followed Sun Jihuai's gaze, his impatient expression froze on his face, and only half of the words came out of his mouth, "What can be interesting..."

From his line of sight, he almost thought that he saw the immortal Gushe, dressed in blue and starred, with a beautiful and elegant face, indifferent and dusty, with his clothes like the wind, walking with a piano in his arms, as if he had descended from the nine heavens to the world Xianjun.

The man suddenly raised his head, and his cold and indifferent eyes met him, Cheng Yiyu hurriedly turned his eyes away, even so, he still couldn't restrain the shock and amazement in his heart.

That glance was extremely penetrating, clear and cold, without sadness or joy, as if it could see through all his thoughts and thoughts, like a pot of ice water poured out all the charming thoughts that welled up in his heart, leaving nothing left, as if Fall into the ice cave.

After Si Yan said goodbye to Qi Chen'an, and took the piano into the carriage arranged by the butler, the figure of the carriage was so far away that people could not see it with the naked eye, and the people at the boat dock were still motionless like sculptures. The expression froze on his face.

The audience was silent, no one made any noise, and their eyes were fixed on the direction the carriage was leaving, with an obsessive look in their eyes.

A few minutes later, Qi Chen'an's cough brought back everyone's sanity, and the people on the pier returned to normal. The scene was almost the same as usual, but there were still some amazed expressions on their faces, and their working movements were not as skillful and flexible as before.

All the young masters on the boat bid farewell to Qi Chen'an one by one stiffly, with surprise and doubt in their stomachs, their eyes blurred, they sat in the carriage and went back to their mansion in a daze.

Qi Chen'an had a panoramic view of the performance of these people, watched them leave with cold eyes, and snorted coldly, the tortoise actually wanted to eat swan meat, how can Mr. Mu, these ignorant dudes like them, want to blaspheme? Yes, even if they took a look at him, he felt that it was a kind of blasphemy, and it was cheap for them.

At the same time, he was faintly unhappy, feeling that the treasure that he carefully hid and only he knew was suddenly discovered, which made him feel very uncomfortable.But he also knew that even if he wanted to hide someone like Mr. Mu, he couldn't hide it. How could his demeanor be hidden by others because he was so stunning.

Sitting on the carriage back to the palace, when Qi Chen'an thought of the things he hid at the bottom of the box, he showed a rather silly smile, grinning, and immediately felt better.

At this time, in the Zichen Hall of the Imperial Palace in the capital city, Qi Dongming, the god of the Yan Dynasty, was correcting memorials in the hall at [-]:[-] pm.

"Whoosh" sound.

A figure suddenly appeared in the hall, kneeling respectfully on the ground.

"Your Majesty, Nineteenth sent a message from outside the palace and asked me to deliver it to Your Majesty." After speaking, he took out a note from his sleeve, bowed his head respectfully, and presented the note to the emperor with both hands.

Qi Dongming put down the brush in his hand, rubbed the center of his eyebrows with one hand, and took the note with the other hand. When he opened the note and saw the content on the note, he was stunned for a while, silent, just Gradually clenched the note more and more tightly, the corners of his lips raised a little bit, and even the exhaustion between his brows seemed to dissipate a little.

Qi Dongming put the note in the secret box and put it away, then ordered the man kneeling on the ground.

"Tell Nineteen to continue to protect him in secret, if there is any news, report it immediately. In addition, what he ate, what he did, and who he met on weekdays will be recorded in detail and handed over to me. But don't leave Get too close so he won't see you."

The hidden guard "Yi" who was kneeling on the ground lowered his head, and disappeared in a flash.