Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

...Go ahead, what else can I do.

Chi Xiaochi went.

Compared with the last time, except that Yan Yuanheng changed his position, he sat on the head where the sixth prince sat last time. The whole person's movements, posture, and demeanor are almost from CtrlC and CtrlV.

Chi Xiaochi suspected that the tea leaves he drank were all brewed according to the same ratio.

When Chi Xiaochi entered the flower hall, he followed Chi Yunzi's salute standard in the previous world: "See the Thirteenth Prince."

The superior Yan Yuanheng was obviously taken aback: "..."

Chi Xiaochi: Very good, smash the pot.

He reacted quickly, squinted and smiled playfully at Yan Yuanheng, and swiftly saved his own field.

Yan Yuanheng no longer doubted, put down his teacup: "How is your health?"

Chi Xiaochi got up: "Physician Li is naturally top-notch."

Yan Yuanheng: "The lingering wind is hard to heal, don't underestimate it."

Chi Xiaochi joked, "I'm sorry to bother the thirteenth prince, how many medical books did you read last night?"

Yan Yuanheng raised his cup and drank tea without saying a word.

It's just that I read more than ten medical books and memorized the part about head wind.

Chi Xiaochi thought, what a cruel boy.

Yan Yuanheng didn't know what kind of image he was in Chi Xiaochi's mind now. After drinking tea, he looked at Chi Xiaochi without saying a word, as if he was waiting for him to speak.

... Guess what, boy.

If it were someone else, and the person in front of him had the dual identities of prince and old friend, one of them would collapse, and he would have panicked and crawled everywhere.

Chi Xiaochi no, he was steady.

He's quite daring with the rhythm.

He looked serious and said, "Prince Thirteen, I'm sorry, I missed the appointment."

Yan Yuanheng also sensed the sense of distance in his words, and felt a little uncomfortable: "...It's okay."

Shi Tingyun has always been lively and never afraid of being left out.

Yan Yuanheng hadn't tried to take the initiative to find a topic, so he didn't know how to speak for a while.

He pondered for a long time: "How is your body?"

Chi Xiaochi practiced Tai Chi calmly: "Physician Li is naturally first-class in medicine."

Human nature is a repeater.

Yan Yuanheng: "..."

"If there is something to do, I won't bother you." Yan Yuanheng got up and said goodbye, and hid his reluctance well.

Yan Yuanheng has been busy since the beginning of the year, in order to let his father see him well, so that he can rest for two consecutive days.

On New Year's Day, he made an appointment to play polo with Shi Tingyun during the Huachao Festival.

He had been looking forward to it for two full months.

Shi Tingyun has been his companion for ten years, he entered the palace every day to accompany him, and fought tough battles in southern Xinjiang for two years. After his triumphant return, naturally he will no longer be his companion.

His father intended to assign him to serve in the Ministry of War, but Shi Tingyun declined, claiming to be lazy.

But Yan Yuanheng knew that he was strictly obeying General Shi's order, except for leading the Beifu Army named after the royal family, the Shi family would not be involved in any court affairs.

Therefore, the young general was acting as his playboy, planning to give birth to a son and a half daughter while he was young, and to guard the frontier of the Yan family in the future.

They are no longer children and spend very little time together.

But in Yan Yuanheng's mind, Shi Tingyun was still the little companion who dared to pry Liuhuang brother's shortbread for him to eat.

Yan Yuanheng took a breath, got up, and when passing by his side, he couldn't hold back any longer, pressed his shoulder and said, "Suchang, you..."

He wanted to say something, but as soon as his fingertips touched Yan Yuanheng's shoulder, Chi Xiaochi's expression changed suddenly, his body trembled violently, and his knees hit the floor of the flower hall hard.

He blurted out: "The little slave is humble and dare not defile the prince's golden body."

Yan Yuanheng who was kneeling: "..."

Chi Xiaochi kneeling on the ground: "..." Fuck, it hurts.

Yan Yuanheng's face is really ugly now.

With Shi Tingyun's personality and the pride in his bones, calling himself a "slave" even if it's just a joke is too much.

He took two steps back, frowned silently, and waited for Shi Tingyun to explain.

Shi Tingyun in front of him lowered his eyelashes slightly, his expression was normal, he didn't seem to intend to explain, nor did he seem to be joking.

This confused Yan Yuanheng.

what is this?

Is it because General Yan knew that he had acted imprudently and reprimanded him again?

Or did he deliberately demean himself after listening to those inconsequential gossip, intending to draw a line with himself?

Yan Yuanheng's heart was in a mess, and he didn't want to listen to Shi Tingyun's explanation: "Forget it, get up."

Chi Xiaochi stood up calmly, taking good care of others, and took advantage of the opportunity to observe Yan Yuanheng's face.

Well, the preoccupied little prince Yan has probably explained it all for himself.

Without a world line, that means no one can be trusted.

In this case, it is better not to act according to the routine, try to break the existing balance, and there may be unexpected gains.

And his harvest came too fast.

When Yan Yuanheng walked to the door, he turned around and was face to face with Chi Xiaochi who sent him out.

"I don't have that kind of thought about you." Yan Yuanheng said, "Don't take those nonsense rumors in the market to heart."

Chi Xiaochi: "..."

After Yan Yuanheng explained coldly, he turned his head and stumbled on the threshold.

But the thirteenth prince is the thirteenth prince after all, and the burden of the royal family is quite heavy. After stabilizing the chassis, he walked like the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Chi Xiaochi, who had just knelt firmly, chased two moon gates, He didn't catch up.

He turned back to the flower hall.

Lou Ying was already waiting inside, holding a tube of wound medicine in his hand.

When Yan Yuanheng was still there, Chi Xiaochi noticed a black fence floating by the window.

He also saw what had just happened.

Noticing Chi Xiaochi coming in, he knocked on the chair beside him.

Chi Xiaochi sat down obediently and rolled up his trousers.

That kneeling just now was really serious, a lot of redness, maybe bruising.

But when he saw the original owner's legs, Chi Xiaochi was also taken aback.

There is an extremely obvious dark red old wound on the face bone of the left calf. The bone should have been broken by a huge force at the beginning. The side of the right leg seems to be scratched by a spur. The scar goes all the way up the muscle until it disappears until it is slightly swollen. above the knee.

Compared with a battle wound, this kneeling is no different from a mosquito bite.

Chi Xiaochi felt that it was unnecessary when he saw it, he pulled down his trouser legs, and suddenly felt his calf get cold.

... Lou Ying leaned over and held his calf.

His hands are those of a patient suffering from a cold, and they are thoroughly cold all year round. When they touch the young general's perennially hot skin, it's like a piece of ice meets a soldering iron.

As if being scalded, Chi Xiaochi subconsciously moved his knees and separated his legs a little.

Lou Ying lifted the fence, lowered her head, and applied medicine to him.

Chi Xiaochi didn't know where to put his eyes, so he simply stared at the ceiling: "Small injury."

Lou Ying remained silent, spread the ointment carefully and evenly coughed twice due to the smell of the medicine.

Chi Xiaochi: "I just knelt down."

Lou Ying didn't respond.

Chi Xiaochi said: "Just use a card that blocks pain."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but look down, only to find that Lou Ying was gently blowing medicine for him while looking up at him.

...the visual impact is really a bit big.

Chi Xiaochi joked: "Sir, this is not good."

Lou Ying said seriously: "Madam, I think this is very good."

Chi Xiaochi: "..."

His heart beat a little faster.

A voice shouted something in his ear, and he wanted to hear it clearly, but couldn't help but resist.

But Chi Xiaochi didn't want to, and didn't dare to get too close.

He has lived alone for 12 years, and he has a knack for living.

Fantasy is painful.

Things that he didn't even dare to think about, now someone puts them in his arms one by one, saying, this is yours, this is yours too, it's all yours, and so am I.

Chi Xiaochi felt guilty when he held it, he was afraid that if he didn't hold it tightly, it would disappear with a bang, and collapse into a moon in the water, a flower in the mirror.

So he tried to find a reason to convince himself.

——Brother Lou also said when he was a child that he would repair battery cars and support him for the rest of his life.

Lou Ying did not do more things to distract him, and brought the topic back on track in a timely manner: "Just now, is it time to stop the cloud?"

Chi Xiaochi hummed.

Of course he himself would not kneel down for no reason.

Then it can only be the original owner.

Lou Ying: "Why did Shi Tingyun kneel to Yan Yuanheng?"

Chi Xiaochi recalled the feeling before his knees hit the ground.

My head was numb, humming intermittently, and when the noise ended, I found that I had done something involuntarily.

This feeling is very familiar to Chi Xiaochi.

"PTSD." Chi Xiaochi put down his trouser legs after taking good medicine, and said, "It's the same as when I vomited."

Lou Ying was silent for a moment.

If Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, he wouldn't be able to ask Chi Xiaochi what happened back then.

He could only change the subject: "Who is he afraid of? Yan Yuanheng?"

Chi Xiaochi: "It's hard to tell."

For post-traumatic stress syndrome, there must always be a specific trigger point to commit it.

...At that time, Yan Yuanheng patted him on the shoulder.

Chi Xiaochi recalled Shi Tingyun's "little slave", making various assumptions and conjectures in his heart.

After a while, the faint sound of footsteps and communication came from outside.

"Eldest son! The sixth prince..."

Followed by a hearty greeting: "Shi Tingyun! Come out to pick up the guests!"

Yan Yuanzhao loves purple very much. This time, he changed into a more luxurious purple silk and gold-painted robe than yesterday. He also brought a gold silk birdcage, and handed it to Mr. Qu, the calligrapher behind him.

The demeanor of the Tian family can't be seen much, but it looks more like a prodigal son of some kind.

As soon as he entered the flower hall, he was taken aback for a moment when he saw the person in the wheelchair.

Lou Ying had put down the fence, leaned over and said, "Cao Min Yu Fengmian, I pay my respects to the Sixth Prince."

Chi Xiaochi introduced, "My husband."

Yan Yuanzhao vaguely remembered that Shi Tingyun's family seemed to have a master teacher, who was said to be sick and unable to walk, so he didn't often come out to meet people.

Yan Yuanzhao stretched his head curiously for a while, but unfortunately he could only see a handsome chin.

The sixth prince is here, and it is not appropriate for him to stay here, so Lou Ying respectfully said his resignation.

After watching him leave, Yan Yuanzhao said, "You're not very old. I thought he was an old pedant."

Chi Xiaochi fumbled for a way to get along with him: "The thirteenth prince left just now, and you came here. You two are really good brothers."

"You don't need to say, I met you at the door just now." Yan Yuanzhao sat down on the upper seat with a happy face, "Yuan Heng said you have something to do. I told him that was an excuse. I'll come, you must be fine."

Chi Xiaochi: Brother, are you so good at chatting?

Yan Yuanzhao unfolded his fan: "Drink a few pots of Huadiao, and the medicine will cure you."

Mr. Qu didn't say a word, he was very quiet, standing behind Yan Yuanzhao, like Yan Yuanzhao's pendant.

Chi Xiaochi observed him for a while, and found nothing unusual, so he took some attention away from him.

Between words, Chi Xiaochi tested the lower limit of his conversation with Yan Yuanzhao.

Later, he discovered that this buddy basically has no lower limit.

He took the gold wire birdcage from Mr. Qu, put it on the table, and tapped the cage wall with the fan bone: "Here, this bird is for you to play with. Have you never seen it?"

Chi Xiaochi took it and asked knowingly, "What is this? Pheasant?"

"Go to the border, and come back to see that everything is pheasant." Yan Yuanzhao said disappointedly, "Thrush, this little thing is the most fashionable in the city recently."

Chi Xiaochi lifted it up and looked at the thrush's red mouth.

Yan Yuanzhao's brows twitched, and he pointed at him with a fan: "Give me another stew and try."

Chi Xiaochi: "..." Is the original owner so fierce?

Yan Yuanzhao: "Aren't you pretending to be stupid? The egg Liu Ye gave you last time was a golden tortoise."

Chi Xiaochi snorted, "No wonder it's so delicious."

Yan Yuanzhao spat at him and pointed to the thrush cage: "Seeing this thing is like seeing Master Liu, do you understand?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Yes."

As he said that, he turned to the thrush cage, and said respectfully: "Please greet the sixth prince."

Yan Yuanzhao: "...Shi Tingyun, do you want to die? Come, someone, drag this offender out and chop it up."

Chi Xiaochi: "Sixth prince, if you kill me, my Shi family will be extinct, and you still have to take the bird back."

Yan Yuanzhao froze to the empty hall: "Ah, forget it, all back down."

Getting along with him is indeed much more relaxed and interesting than Yan Yuanheng.

But when Chi Xiaochi occasionally made eye contact with him, he would always think of him kneeling on the ground with blood all over his face.

At that time, he was not wearing this purple robe with every inch of cloth and gold.

The battle armor was stained with blood, the battle helmet was damaged, and the young and handsome face was covered with dried blood scabs. His fingers were all broken and curled up in different directions.

Yan Yuanzhao proposed to go out for a drink while fanning with a gold wire fan.

Chi Xiaochi said, "The head is windy."

Yan Yuanzhao said: "Trust me, drink a pot of wine, and all your diseases will disappear."

Chi Xiaochi said, "I believe you have ghosts."

Yan Yuanzhao said: "Tingyun, you are afraid that the thirteenth brother will find out, you will feel unhappy if you go out with me instead of him."

Chi Xiaochi said: "Otherwise." They are all princes, he can alienate Yan Yuanheng, but there is no need to deliberately confront Yan Yuanheng and make him unhappy.

"Forget it." Yan Yuanzhao said, "I just want to get angry with my thirteenth brother. It's fun for him to be angry. Remember, when I was young, I lied to him that you were going to become my companion, and he was so angry that he hid secretly Cry, hahahaha."

Chi Xiaochi thought, what the hell is this dog brother.

Yan Yuanzhao said sadly: "Hey, you won't be cute when you grow up. Forget it, don't mention it. Play chess and chess."

Although Yan Yuanzhao looked foolish, he was a good chess player, and he had a close relationship with Chi Xiaochi.

Most importantly, he talks a lot.

While watching the chess, he asked, "Hey, where is your Ah Ling?"

Chi Xiaochi noticed that he didn't ask Ah Shu.

He picked up a sunspot: "Do you miss him?"

Yan Yuanzhao said: "No, the wine he poured is the most suitable for me."

Chi Xiaochi pondered Shi Tingyun's thoughts on A Ling, and replied: "He is not only good at serving wine."

"Yes, listen to you bragging about him, my ears are getting callused." Yan Yuanzhao picked out his ears, "Your family, A Ling, is a genius in the sky, and he is a nine-day heroic spirit. If it weren't for the poverty of his family, he had no choice but to sell him as a slave. , the future is boundless. Are you happy?"

Chi Xiaochi: "You are right."

Yan Yuanzhao picked up the chess piece he had just played and hit Chi Xiaochi: "I can go to you."

Chi Xiaochi took it accurately.

Yan Yuanzhao raised his fan: "Put it on the chessboard for Liu Ye."

Chi Xiaochi dropped the handle back to the place where he had just dropped it.

Yan Yuanzhao hit him on the back of his hand with a fan: "Where are you going? Go down randomly. Go here."

He pointed to another place a hundred and eight thousand miles away from where the atoms fell.

Chi Xiaochi immediately exposed his sinister intentions: "Don't be ashamed. You have no regrets."

"The sixth master came down here just now." Yan Yuanzhao opened his eyes and said nonsense, "If you don't believe me, ask Qu Ying."

Qu Ying said without changing her face: "Yes, the sixth prince is right."

Okay, Chi Xiaochi admits it.

Yan Yuanzhao said: "Qu Ying, what's new in Wangcheng in the past few days? Tell us to relieve our boredom when we are sick."

Qu Ying was Yan Yuanzhao's companion, and grew up with them.

He counted vividly: "It's been fine for the past two days. The Yunxiang Pavilion in Xicheng has entered the new storybook, which I heard is a bit interesting; a Turkic caravan entered Wangcheng and brought many new gadgets and fruits; yesterday It's the Flower Festival, the streets are very lively, the polo match was won by Qiao Shuxing, the son of Minister Qiao from the Ministry of War, and the second young lady of the Qu family won the first place in the poetry meeting..."

It looks like an encyclopedia of entertainment.

Yan Yuanzhao looked at his close friend who was watching chess carefully, and said, "How?"

Chi Xiaochi: "What?"

Yan Yuanzhao: "After your first battle, General Yan did not leave you to practice in the army, but sent you back to Wangcheng to stay behind. Don't you know?"

Chi Xiaochi said gracefully: "I'm still young."

... Yan Yuanzhao felt that Shi Tingyun's skin was much stronger today than in the past.

Yan Yuanzhao: "Brother Yun, you have reached nineteen this year. Then Qiao Shuxing is 16 years old and has three partners."

Chi Xiaochi flexibly used the technique of father escape to stalk Yan Yuanzhao: "My father won't let me take a concubine."

Yan Yuanzhao: "Wives should always look at each other."

Chi Xiaochi looked up at Yan Yuanzhao and smiled softly.

Yan Yuanzhao was overwhelmed by his laughter, spread his fan to cover half of his face, and approached Chi Xiaochi: "Shi Tingyun, Liu Ye wants you to be sure, do you have a habit of breaking sleeves?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't answer.

Yan Yuanzhao was a little impatient: "It can't be that Ah Ling?"