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The chirping of cicadas in summer tirelessly disturbs the whole summer.

In Huaxuan Pavilion, Ye Hehua turned over irritably on the bed, the sun was shining on his buttocks, and he still curled up under the blanket and refused to get up.

Ye Hehua walked up to the standing bronze mirror dejectedly, staring at the heroic young man who was half crying and not smiling, he put on an ugly smile on his face, drooped his benevolent eyebrows, and sighed faintly.

One month has passed, Yeluzheng has practiced disdainfully day and night, whether it is archery or martial arts, he is far behind, even his brother-in-law, whose eyes are above the top, silently casts his gaze on him, becoming very Pay less attention to him.

Obviously the two of them put in the same amount of effort, but Yeluzheng's results and progress were five or six times that of his.What he failed was not hard work but talent. This cognition made Ye Luzheng even more disappointed, so much so that he started to slack off his practice recently.

Thinking of this, Ye Hehua sighed again, and looked at the bronze mirror and asked sadly: "Bronze mirror, bronze mirror! If you continue like this, will brother-in-law really like Ah Zheng?"

Bronze mirror stood still, silently looking at the listless young man in front of him.

"Alas." Ye Hehua sighed again, after washing, he wandered away like a wandering spirit, and went to the cafeteria to eat.

Pinger, the palace maid, saw Ye Hehua who was coming late under the scorching sun, and rushed to meet Ye Hehua and complained: "The sun is on the top of the head, the prince can count it, and the breakfast has been heated on the stove several times, which made the slaves feel bad." wait."

"Ping'er is the only one who talks nonsense, and I will be nagged by you even if I sleep late." Ye Hehua lightly hooked the nose of the palace maid Ping'er, jokingly said.

Ping'er led Ye Hehua into the house, took out the food that was warming in the pot and put it on the table, and announced: "My son-in-law, I want you to go find him after eating."

"Oh, I see, you go down." Ye Hua lifted up his robe and sat down, calmly raised his hand and said to the maid.

Ping'er shyly kept her face away, sat on the stool, pushed Ye Hehua's favorite dish closer, put her hands on the table and said flatteringly: "Prince, I have a request, should I say it or not?"

"What request?" Ye Hehua picked up the chopsticks, snorted and ate the still warm porridge and asked without raising his head.

"You and Prince Yelu's good friend, can you introduce me to him as a concubine?" Ping'er said shyly, Ye Hehua raised his head, his eyes swept Ping'er up and down, shook his head and said: "No play."

"Why? I have both a figure and a face, why can't I do it?" Ping'er yelled unconvinced.

"Ah Zheng, there are 27 concubines in Beihan, all of them are prettier than you. But now those beauties have fallen out of favor, ah Zheng is full of my brother-in-law now." Ye Hehua picked up the pickled radish and said truthfully.

"Hey, why am I so pitiful? Why is the son-in-law better-looking than a woman? It seems that I can only be a servant in this life." Ping'er said with self-pity.

"Didn't you say you wanted to be a concubine for your brother-in-law before, why do you want to be a concubine for Ah Zheng now?" Ye Hehua asked jokingly.

"My son-in-law never looks me in the eye, but Prince Yelu has a good personality, always talking to me with a smile.

Not only is he tall and handsome, but when he smiles, the sun shines brighter.The one in my heart couldn't stop beating, all the maids in the villa can't wait to give him a baby. "

"Wake up, stop thinking about it!" Ping'er was full of nympho, Ye Hehua put down the bowl and chopsticks after breakfast, stood up and raised his hand to knock her on the head.

"Hmph, Prince, you are just jealous that Prince Yelu is more handsome and talented than you." Ping'er looked at his back as he left, and snorted displeasedly.

Looking at the bright sun in the sky, Yahweh smiled wryly and murmured: "Isn't it?"

From childhood to adulthood, Ah Zheng is popular wherever he goes, and he has always been reduced to a foil.

Ye Hehua was thinking wildly, and when he walked to the door of Han Qing's room, he heard the violent movement of the wooden bed from inside, and Han Qing's voice changed his tone, cursing: "Stinky rascal, let me go!"

"If you call me husband, I'll let you go?" Yeluzheng slapped the prey's butt hard, coaxing shamelessly.

"Go away!" Han Qing gritted his teeth, and there was another violent movement of the wooden bed shaking inside.

Ye Hehua pushed open the door and saw the familiar scene inside. The smile gradually froze on his face, and the words stuck in his throat, unable to utter for a long time: "Ah Zheng, you are fighting with your brother-in-law again..."

The two were fighting fiercely, but they turned their heads in shock when they heard the sound, and it was too late to cover up the chaos on the battlefield.

Ye Hehua suffocated in an instant, the sky collapsed, and he drank with a stick in the face.

"Hehua, look, I have defeated your brother-in-law." Yeluzheng was not as flustered as Han Qing, he manipulated the prey, and shared his joy with his friends in a calm manner.

Like a peacock defeated in battle, Han Qing stared at Ye Hehua in astonishment for a few seconds, silently shifted his gaze, lowered his eyes and remained silent, his whole body stiffened to be slaughtered.

"Qingqing, it hurts so much that you pinched me." Ye Luzheng felt that his cucumber was about to shatter.

"Hehua, get out!" Seeing Ye Hehua standing at the door, Han Qing yelled angrily, feeling that he was being laughed at.

"Okay..." Yahweh turned around stiffly like a zombie who had lost his soul, and answered hoarsely with his throat rolling out.

Ye Hehua even forgot to close the door, dragged his heavy steps, and walked sluggishly to a place far away from the sight of the two, leaning against the wall hopelessly, desperate and painful.

The movement in the room was still going on, the sound was so clear and piercing, he suddenly felt a resentment in his heart, aimed at Yeluzheng, it was more the subject that disappointed him... Han Qing.

I don't know how long ago, Han Qing walked into his life with gorgeous beauty, occupying a deep corner.

Han Qing treats him as a relative, a friend, a teacher, and a lofty idol, admiring his brilliance, admiring his talent, and admiring his willfulness.

But now.

Han Qing personally destroyed the spirit he entrusted, cut off his yearning and pursuit, and threw himself into the dirty mud.

Half an hour later, Yeluzheng came out leisurely like a satiated guest official in a kiln, and saw Yehehua who had not left by the door, feeling displeased in his heart, and his eyes dimmed unconsciously.

"Hehua, don't you congratulate me?" Yeluzheng adjusted his sleeves, looked at his lost friend, and asked with deep meaning.

Ye Hehua rolled his dull eyes, looked at his energetic friend, and said with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, "What else can I say."

"Hehua, I have something to tell you, come with me." Yeluzheng walked ahead with his head held high, and Yehehua followed behind with his head bowed.

Ye Hehua followed him to a no-man's land, and as soon as he raised his head, Ye Luzheng punched him hard in the face.

"Yahwa, I warn you, stay away from Han Qing, don't think I don't know you like him!

You have prevented me from approaching Han Qing over and over again. I see that you are my friend, and I have not pursued it. I have endured enough.

I'm leaving my words here today. If you stop me in the future, don't blame me for being rude. Be careful that we don't even have to be friends. "Yeluzheng pulled Yahweh's collar, stared and threatened unkindly.

"Hehe... Do you think you can control Han Qing? If I don't stop you, you will be eaten by him to the bone!" Ye Hehua smiled like a fool, and punched Han Qing with his backhand. Yeluzheng's handsome face said mockingly.

"What do you mean?" Yeluzheng covered his face and asked suspiciously, but Yehehua looked like a frustrated fool, waved his hands and didn't bother to care anymore.

Han Qing was badly injured, and lay down in the bedroom for several days. Yeluzheng went to battle in person, busily serving him, but Yehehua remained silent.

Han Qing was lying on the bed, eating the fruit fed by the maid, and someone was fanning him, looking very comfortable, let alone.Yeluzheng opened the curtain and entered cheerfully.

"Go away, I don't want to see you!" Seeing the lingering fly coming in again, Han Qing slammed the pillow on his disgusting face, with strong hatred in his thin eyes.

In the past few days, Han Qing's violent temper was as bad as ever, or even worse, but Ye Luzheng approached him happily.

"Qingqing, it's time to apply the medicine." Yeluzheng slapped the pillow firmly, put down the fresh grapes indifferently, approached the beauty lying on the bed, waved back the maids on both sides, and coaxed.

"Whether my wound is good or bad, you don't have to worry about it." Han Qing picked up the round fan and played the wind leisurely. Thinking that the wound was made by this person with force, his complexion became even worse.

"My dear Qingqing, you are my sweetheart. I really didn't mean it that day. You never let me touch you. I'm so suffocated." Ye Luzheng stroked Han Qing's back affectionately, coaxed said.

Han Qing brushed his hand away angrily, but Yeluzheng came over more stickily, his whole body sticking to his body like brown candy, and said: "It's not good if you get angry, the wound must be healed, if you still If you are angry, just punish me and hit me."

Han Qing was too lazy to do anything, and it was his hand that hurt, propped his chin and said with a smile: "Then you kneel on the ground, beat yourself to vent your anger, how about it?"

Without further ado, Ye Luzheng knelt down on the ground with a plop, slapped himself loudly, and scolded himself: "You bullied Qingqing! You bullied him and got hurt! He who told you to bully was not happy! You told me to bully you!" His……"

Yeluzheng's handsome face became red, swollen and blue at a speed visible to the naked eye under each slap.

Han Qing looked at Ye Luzheng with great interest, and felt that the play in front of him was really good, how could anyone beat and scold themselves, so cruel!

"Qingqing, if you don't say stop, I'll keep beating you until you're happy!" Ye Luzheng was determined to ask Han Qing for forgiveness, as long as he didn't say stop, he wouldn't let him go.

Until Yeluzheng hit himself a hundred times, his face was so painful that he couldn't feel it, and he couldn't even scold him for a reason. Han Qing still didn't stop, and his heart gradually began to feel weak, looking at Han Qing who was still watching the play from time to time .

"Hit, don't you mean that I won't be angry if you hit me? My anger is still there!" Han Qing played with the round fan leisurely, squinting her eyes and joked.

Yeluzheng's knees were numb, and he felt miserable, but Han Qing didn't dare to stop before saying stop.

Han Qing watched him suffer again, daring to be angry but not speaking, his brows and eyes became more and more happy, Yeluzheng thought fearfully: Han Qing didn't really want to, let me beat myself to death.

The time was long and hard to endure, and Yeluzheng gradually beat himself up less and less, cursing himself, repeating those few words over and over again, even Han Qing seemed to be bored with it.

"Forget it, get up." Han Qing looked at Ye Luzheng whose face was swollen into a pig's head, and was too lazy to move his eyes.

"Qingqing, are you not angry? Forgive me?" Yeluzheng asked cautiously after peeking at Han Qing who was drinking tea.

"Well, you can kneel if you want, I'm going to sleep." Han Qing yawned, closed her eyes and rested her face on the pillow.

Ye Luzheng stood up cautiously, but unexpectedly, after kneeling for a long time, he immediately fell on Han Qing as soon as he stood up.

"Why, haven't you knelt enough?" Han Qing opened her eyes displeased by his pressure, Yeluzheng stared at the pig's face with innocent eyes, got up in horror and apologized, "I'm sorry, my legs are numb."

"Fool!" Han Qing cursed and didn't bother to care about the man who fell on his back.

Ye Luzheng noticed that Han Qing didn't seem to be angry with him anymore, and gradually became more courageous, whispering sweet words in Han Qing's ear: "Qingqing, you don't push me away because you feel sorry for my knee pain, right? "

"Hmph! I can't move. Stop being so sentimental. While I'm in a good mood and don't mind your offense, you can hurry up." Han Qing said realistically, breaking Ye Lvzheng's pitiful fantasy.

"I'll beat you and scold you as you like, and I will depend on you for the rest of my life." Yeluzheng said with his mouth tightly next to Han Qing's ear.

"Fool..." Han Qing felt the man's fiery heart beating against his back, and cursed softly.