After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

"Well, the circles under your eyes are black. If you're not working hard, don't try your best to get troubles on your body."

Xuan Qing had an inexplicable feeling of being molested, his cheeks became hot, he broke away from his hand, and said, "I'm not doing things, I'm doing my duty."

"Yes, you are a hero."

Yan Ruiwen glanced at the long sword on Xuanqing's waist, and his expression eased.

"Hard to find?"

Xuan Qing replied vaguely, "It took a little thought".

Yan Ruiwen said: "It's unnecessary." The corners of his mouth curved imperceptibly.

Without the noisy guy Lin Lang, Xuan Qing and Yan Ruiwen sat quietly in the yard, drank a pot of tea, and when Xuan Qing's stomach was almost half full, the sky above his head was covered with red clouds.

Xuan Qing thoughtfully knocked on the empty teapot, heard two crisp jingling bells, put down the teacup and said, "You are also tired today, take a rest earlier."

Yan Ruiwen said: "I am not the one who is tired."

Xuan Qing rolled up his cuffs: "Didn't you say that you want to eat noodles from my own hands? Just wait."

Yan Ruiwen raised his eyebrows slightly, but smiled silently.

Xuan Qing pushed him up, but he held both hands behind his back.

Yan Ruiwen's knuckles are slender, the roots are like jade, and even the cocoons are covered in a thin layer on the fingertips. They are not like martial arts practitioners at all, but like a scholar who is practicing calligraphy with a pen. Compared with his hands, it is mysterious Qing's hand is automatically downgraded to an oil seller.

This pair of beautiful hands, caressing Xuan Qing's hand carefully, almost sparked fire.

Xuan Qing couldn't help but stuttered: "What, what are you doing, I will wash my hands."

Yan Ruiwen fumbled around again unhurriedly before letting go and cutting behind him.

"Before eating noodles, eat some tofu to satisfy your hunger."

After saying that, he slowly lifted the hem of his clothes and stood up.

"Wait for you."

Xuan Qing muttered dissatisfiedly to Yan Ruiwen's back: "I don't know how to make tofu."

Tofu is difficult to make, but noodles are simple, especially for people like Yan Ruiwen who have a light taste.

only……

The condiments that Xuanqing wants to put down are not only salt, but also a special condiment.

Xuan Qing took out the small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, his fingers seemed to be frozen, hanging above the boiling water, unable to move for a long time.

——I can convince Grandpa to testify, can you persuade Mr. Yan to stand up for trial calmly?

——You know him better than I do. He doesn't care about the reputation in martial arts at all, and it's impossible for him to accept the cross-examination of everyone.

——He trusts you, let alone guarding against you.

Xuanqing closed his eyes, and Zhan Tingfang's words lingered in his ears, causing him a severe headache.

——You are helping him, and he will understand once the matter is over.

——It’s just a temporary loss of martial arts, with you protecting him, what can happen to him?

—or do you not believe me?

Sprinkle cartilage powder in Yan Ruiwen's face, seal his actions, and then take him out to ask Zhan Luoyun to testify. The respected master of the Flying Knife Sect will give him a clean slate, and then all problems will be solved.

What Zhan Tingfang said made sense, and Xuanqing had no reason not to believe it, but why did his hands resist so much?

It was probably because even if it was only for a brief moment, Xuan Qing did not want Yan Ruiwen to lose his unrestrained and extraordinary demeanor, let alone betray his trust.

However, the more Xuanqing struggled, the more painful his heart became. Zhan Tingfang's voice kept coming out of his mind, reminding him that she was the most important person.

Forget it, Xuan Qing bit the tip of his tongue, turned around and reasoned with Brother Yan carefully, this kind of tricks can't be used.

Xuanqing wanted to put the porcelain bottle back into his sleeve, but accidentally dropped Zhan Tingfang's fragrant handkerchief. The moment he bent down to pick it up, the strange fragrance on the handkerchief entangled Xuanqing's mouth and nose again.

The sweet breath instantly diluted the complicated voices in his head, the pain subsided, and Xuanqing understood his mission in the darkness.

The white powder fell like snowflakes and melted into the soup without a trace.

I hope Brother Yan is satisfied with his bowl of noodles.

Xuan Qing picked up the cooked noodles, held them in his hands, and walked towards Yan Ruiwen step by step. Every step he asked himself, "Should I, shouldn't I?" The answer is to hope that Yan Ruiwen can find an exit for him as he has done countless times in the past.

Yan Ruiwen took the porcelain bowl from Xuan Qing's hand, sighed and said, "Even if you stare at me to death, I won't give you half of it."

Xuan Qing lowered his eyes and said, "Brother Yan, if I do something wrong to you, will you hate me?"

Yan Ruiwen said: "You mean, you are worthy of the world, but you may be sorry for me?"

Xuan Qing gritted his teeth and nodded.

Yan Ruiwen put down the bowl, supported his chest with one hand, and said with a smile, "Very good."

"Ok?"

Xuan Qing thought he was talking ironically, but there was no anger in his expression.

Yan Ruiwen repeated: "Very good."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the dark eyes were dyed with candlelight, like a small flame burning, which was a rare warm affection.

"It doesn't matter if you're sorry, or if you're sorry, it's good to have an only one."

Xuan Qing felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and hurriedly turned his head away to cover up.

"After eating this bowl of noodles, I'm afraid you will never want me to come down."

Yan Ruiwen rolled up the last bite calmly: "You don't need to belittle yourself, it's not so bad that you can't swallow it."

Xuan Qing looked at the face that was close to his mouth, and subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

"do not eat."

Yan Ruiwen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "I said I won't divide you, do you want to take it from me?"

Xuan Qing said with difficulty: "There is..."

boom--

The half-hidden door was pushed open vigorously, Xuan Qing was startled, Yan Ruiwen had already lowered his head and swallowed the mouthful of noodles.

"Master, I'm so hungry...you, why do you look so ugly?"

Lin Lang rubbed his stomach and stood at the door, looking at Xuan Qing with some helplessness.

Yan Ruiwen said: "Of course I'm sad that I didn't eat the noodles I cooked."

Hearing this, Lin Lang clapped his hands and said, "Oh, master, you are so stupid, you should sneak a few bites while cooking."

Yan Ruiwen said: "So, the noodles you gave me this morning were eaten secretly."

Lin Lang said in horror: "Master Yan Mingjian, how dare I!"

Xuan Qing was not in the mood to listen to their jokes, only Yan Ruiwen's fluttering thin lips remained in his eyes, full of regret, if he had stopped earlier, if...

Xuan Qing was at a loss in his mind, and there was a pain in his waist, it was Yan Ruiwen who pinched him.

He transmitted his voice into his ear: "The junior is watching, please stop your crooked thoughts."

Xuan Qing's spirit was revived and he regained his clarity, but the smile in Yan Ruiwen's eyes became more and more intense.

"I know I'm good-looking, and you don't have to look so engrossed."

"..."

It was Xuanqing who underestimated him. A person like him, even if he doesn't have martial arts, is still a headache.

After dismissing Lin Lang, Xuanqing tidied up and lay down on the bed with his clothes on. Yan Ruiwen took off his coat and did not rush to get on the bed, but bent down——

Xuan Qing opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth with his hand.

The instigator licked his lips without repentance, and bowed his head again.

"I just kept staring at my lips just to get some sweets, maybe you are, I've never been a stingy person."

After a sleepless night, the fever never subsided, Xuan Qing was so full of fire that he even forgot that he hadn't eaten yet.

Hallucinations must be hallucinations, otherwise, how could the old enemy...do such a thing of destruction?

Waking up in the morning with a sore stomach after a night of hunger, Xuanqing pushed open the door with great effort, wanting to greet Lin Lang to prepare breakfast, but saw Nangong Yu gesture to him with a serious expression.

Xuan Qing straightened up quickly, pressed the long sword in his hand, moved his ears slightly, and listened to the sound of footsteps outside the courtyard.

It turned out that Xuanqing not only underestimated Yan Ruiwen but also Zhan Tingfang, Xiao Ling, Shi Tianmen, Zhan Luoyun and Lin Changqing all came.

With Jun Tian's palm, the vermilion lacquered door shattered, without Xuan Qing calling out, Lin Lang was also awakened by the bang, and ran out as if facing a formidable enemy.

And Yan Ruiwen...