I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

It was not until it was confirmed that Li Qiwu was completely unconscious that Yan Yun dropped the big wooden stick in his hand.He quickly moved out, picked up the jar, and dragged the unconscious Li Qiwu back to Xiao Yiran's bedroom.

Yan Yun who was drunk was different from ordinary people, he didn't sleep or make troubles, and he moved freely and his thinking was fairly quick.

The only bad thing is that he can't control his speech, and he can't speak human words for short.

Yan Yun didn't hit him very hard with the stick, and Li Qiwu regained consciousness not long after he was dragged into the room.

So, when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of rabbit-like red eyes.

Looking down again, I found that my whole body was tied up by five flowers.He moved his gaze upwards and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth standing in front of him.

Li Qiwu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that this should be Prince Yan.He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be easier if he was an acquaintance.

He struggled to speak, but he didn't want to be covered by a pair of muddy hands before he could speak.

Yan Yun sat down on the spot and stared at Li Qiwu closely, and said with piercing eyes: "What are you doing sneaking around in the palace, you little thief?"

Li Qiwu: "No, no, no!"

My own people!

Yan Yun couldn't hear this strange voice the most.He slapped Li Qiwu on the head and said seriously, "Speak human!"

Covering his mouth with Yan Yun's muddy paws, Li Qiwu was forced to smell the fragrance of the mud.He stalked his neck unrequitedly, his eyes stared like brass bells: "Mmmmmmmm!"

You let go of your hand, how can I talk if you don't let go?

Yan Yun seemed to understand Li Qiwu's words, narrowed his eyes, as if he was in deep thought, and then hesitantly let go of his hands.

Feeling the hand on his mouth slowly loosening, Li Qi let out a sigh of relief.Who knew that the next moment, he received another punch on the head.

Yan Yun folded his arms, and said suspiciously: "It's pretty cunning these days that the big cakes have grown up. I want to trick the young master into letting you go, don't think about it!"

Li Qiwu couldn't argue with his words, and rolled his eyes as if death was at home: "..."

After speaking, Yan Yun stood up staggeringly, went around to the clay pot, picked up the pot and threw it on the ground without saying a word.

"Clang..."

The jar shattered to pieces as soon as it hit the ground.

Looking at the debris all over the floor, Li Qi had no desire to cry.This time, there was no way to talk to Xiao Yiran.The more he thought about it, the more sad and indignant he was, and he simply closed his eyes, so that he could see nothing.

Although the jar does not look very big, it is actually filled with various papers.

Yan Yun bent down to pick up the papers, only to realize that there were too many papers to hold in both hands.

Could it be that these are the title deeds of the land embezzled by Xiao Yiran?

Yan Yun randomly opened a piece of paper and found that it was densely written with words.

Although there are many words, they are all the same sentence: "Life and death are bound together, talk to Zicheng, hold your hand, and grow old together with Zicheng."

This handwriting is Xiao Yiran's.

Yan Yun recognized Xiao Yiran's handwriting.

When they were studying together in the palace, Yan Yun praised Xiao Yiran's calligraphy more than once.

When he was young, Xiao Yiran was not only taciturn, but also very boring.But his handwriting is very different from his own.

Xiao Yiran's handwriting is square and upright, and there is no affectation between the beginning and the end of the pen.

It is a very pleasing word that people like at a glance.

Even though Yan Yun and Xiao Yiran hadn't had much contact with each other in recent years, he would never admit a mistake to Xiao Yiran's words.

The characters on this piece of paper are fresh and natural at first glance, but after a long time, you can see that each character is vigorous and powerful, and most of them are Xiao Yiran's recent works.

Yan Yun turned over another piece of paper, and there was also only this sentence on the paper, which was repeated countless times.

But the font is not as punchy as the previous one.

The words on this piece of paper seem to be a bit vain, and the connection between the strokes is not very smooth, as if they were written in a hurry.

When it came to the last few words, some blood was sprinkled on the paper.

Yan Yun's hand holding the paper froze involuntarily, and there was an extra date in the lower right corner of the paper.

Yan Yun did the math, at that time he was 17 years old, and Xiao Yiran was only 15 years old.

The date is followed by two words - Yanyun.

These two words seemed to be written with extra force, the pen was so hard that the paper was pierced, and the handwriting had penetrated to the back.

Li Qiwu didn't know when he also noticed the paper. He looked at the thoughtful Yan Yun, and suddenly said, "Turn over and have a look."

The moment the paper was turned over, both of them were startled. On the other side of the paper was no longer the sentence in the "Book of Songs", but Yan Yun's name was densely written on it.

The only difference is that there are more blood stains left on the paper on this side, and the fonts are becoming more and more vain.

When I wrote it for the last time, the word "Yanyun" was almost invisible, covered by a drop of black and purple blood, and only a rough outline could be seen carefully.Seeing these, Yan Yun suddenly felt flustered, and he was half awake from the wine.

"Looks like there's nothing new, it's a waste of these papers."

Li Qiwu had already freed himself from the shackles. As he spoke, he rummaged through the pile of papers a few more times, and found that each piece of paper had the same content, either the sentence in the "Book of Songs" or Yan Yun's name.

"You said under what circumstances would a person tirelessly write another person's name so many times?"

Li Qi moved to Yan Yun's side intentionally, and asked casually.

After all this commotion, Yan Yun has already sobered up a lot.He didn't say anything, just kept turning the pages.

He found the paper with the verses he had copied by himself.

The last time I peeked in the vegetable garden, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to take a closer look.

Taking a closer look this time, Yan Yun found that there was an extra line of small characters under the poems he had copied.

With neat and tidy fonts, Yan Yun meticulously copied the poems copied again. The correct fonts formed a sharp contrast with Yan Yun's crooked characters when he was a child.

It has to be said that although Xiao Yiran is not a very good person, the words he writes are extraordinarily dignified.

Yan Yun couldn't help sighing again, he also just learned to write, the characters written by Xiao Yiran are pleasing to the eye, but the characters written by Yan Yun are uglier than the talismans drawn by fake Taoists.

No one would want to use the word I wrote when I was young to ward off evil spirits.

And Xiao Yiran was so perverted that he kept it, the more Yan Yun thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

He vaguely remembered that when he excitedly handed the copied poem to Xiao Yiran, Xiao Yiran casually glanced at it and threw it away. Why was this letter paper kept in the palace after so many years?

Yan Yun had a bold idea: Xiao Yiran actually admired this calligraphy very much, but at that time he was young and competitive, so he pretended to lose face because of his face.

Thinking about it, Yan Yun suddenly had an inexplicable confidence in his own words.

"This word is like a ghost drawing talisman, and I don't know what Xiao Yiran is hiding like a treasure." Li Qi broke Yan Yun's unrealistic thoughts without a word.

Although Yan Yun didn't want to admit it, it was true that the ugly characters he wrote back then subconsciously retorted: "Don't you think this character is very unique?"

Li Qi didn't hear the words, and read the words over and over several times: "So ugly?"

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Yan Yun didn't know that a poem he wrote unintentionally when he was young became the only pillar of Xiao Yiran's miserable childhood.