Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

The boy in silver helmet and iron armor's sad face was vivid and interesting, but Yan Yuanheng felt a little uncomfortable after watching it for a long time.

He stared straight ahead for a moment, feeling itchy in his heart, and was about to turn his head to look again, when there was a white horse beside him.

Yan Yuanheng immediately looked ahead.

Shi Tingyun rubbed his ears, walked side by side with him, and whispered: "Come to your place to avoid the limelight."

After seeing this, A Shu thought that his young master and the thirteenth prince had important matters to discuss, so he stopped chattering and went to check the situation of the young master in the carriage behind.

Yan Yuanheng was a little happy, and turned his head: "Well, it doesn't matter."

Chi Xiaochi observed the flower-like ornaments on his forehead.

It is a popular and elegant thing for men to decorate their foreheads with flowers and tinsel. He had been a little curious before. The thirteen princes usually dress in a simple and low-key manner, so how could they follow such a fancy trend.

Now that they were getting closer, Chi Xiaochi could see clearly that within the vertical pattern, there was a flesh-colored wound that could not be seen clearly unless one looked closely.

The vermilion slender pattern kisses head to tail, imitating the appearance of yin and yang Pisces, covering the scar just right.

Chi Xiaochi checked Shi Tingyun's memories and found out that when Shi Tingyun was 15 years old, Shi's father went back to Wangcheng to report on his work and brought rose peach wine from southern Xinjiang.

Shi Tingyun thought it was something new, so he invited Yan Yuanzhao and Yan Yuanheng to share the drink.

After drinking three cups, Yan Yuanheng stood up silently and walked out the door. Shi Tingyun and Yan Yuanzhao couldn't help shouting behind him, thinking that he had something urgent to leave, so he didn't think much about it.

After a while, Yan Yuanheng went back and forth, holding an out-of-print book in his hand, and stuffed it into Shi Tingyun's arms without saying a word.

Yan Yuanzhao wanted to take it over to see what it was, but Yan Yuanheng pushed it away.

He said: "Last time you said you wanted it, but you didn't have any money with you, so I bought it from the boss, but I couldn't find a reason to give it to you, so it has been stored in the bookstore. Today I will give it to you, but I am not allowed to give it to you." Let others watch."

Shi Tingyun and Yan Yuanzhao were dumbfounded.

Yan Yuanheng solemnly emphasized: "I gave it to you, you are alone, and no one else is allowed to see it. I secretly put a flower that I like very much in it..."

As he spoke, he turned the pages of the book and frowned slightly: "My tweed."

Shi Tingyun already guessed what happened: "Yuan Heng, you're drunk."

Yan Yuanheng pulled Shi Tingyun, opened his palm, and touched his belt again: "I'm not drunk. You hid my flowers."

A wind blew outside, blowing the gardenias outside the window, sending a light fragrance, reminding Yan Yuanheng.

He staggered and walked out: "I'll pick another one for you."

Shi Tingyun couldn't stop him, and before Yan Yuanzhao could see the excitement, Yan Yuanheng climbed up the tree in a daze, slipped and fell down, his forehead was cut by a sharp branch.

The wound was not shallow, and it was on the face. The imperial doctor had examined it and sighed, it was bound to leave a scar.

During the examination by the imperial physician, Yan Yuanheng was still staring at Shi Tingyun, muttering about Southern Xinjiang language, even Shi Tingyun didn't know when he learned it secretly.

At that time, there was chaos, and Shi Tingyun couldn't remember what Yan Yuanheng said in detail.

Shi Tingyun had a good meal for a flower that didn't know whether it existed or not.

……

Time goes back to the present.

Yan Yuanheng felt uncomfortable being looked at by him: "What are you looking at?"

"In one hour, the thirteenth prince looked back at me 27 times." Chi Xiaochi said confidently, "I don't look at the thirteenth prince a few times, how can I repay this kindness?"

Yan Yuanheng remained silent, and stroked the rein with his fingers a few times, looking extremely calm.

...Wait a minute, let me think of an excuse.

Chi Xiaochi waited for a little while, and before Yan Yuanheng was about to open his mouth, he sighed regretfully: "The thirteen princes don't want to talk too much with the general, so the general will leave."

Yan Yuanheng was startled, and watched Shi stop the cloud and steer away without looking back, holding the reins tightly, with a faint look of remorse on his face.

Chi Xiaochi came to the carriage on horseback, leaned over and raised the car curtain: "Sir, how are you doing, are you sick of the car?"

Lou Ying inside was wearing loose and comfortable clothes, leaning on a soft pillow to read a book, raised her head when she heard the sound, smiled slightly, and seemed to be in good spirits.

This life is different from the previous life. The situation in southern Xinjiang is stable, and the incident of the poisonous poison is half a year later, so the team is moving at a steady pace. Ah Shu has enough time to make arrangements, and even offers a bergamot in the carriage.

Different from the sweet fragrance of common spices, the fragrance of bergamot can relieve the discomfort caused by bumps.

Chi Xiaochi felt relieved, got off the horse, handed over the reins to Ah Shu who was on the side, quickly caught up with the slow-moving carriage, approached the run, stepped onto the shaft of the carriage, and got into the sedan chair.

Lou Ying still doesn't know what the world line is like. They left the General's Mansion early in the morning and set off from the west gate. After traveling for more than 20 miles, Chi Xiaochi found an opportunity to exchange feelings with him.

He repeated the general situation of the world line to Lou Ying.

Lou Ying nodded: "Do you have any ideas?"

Chi Xiaochi asked back: "Sir, why do you think that if Chu Ziling just took out a piece of jade pendant, there would be courtiers in the southern Xinjiang court supporting Chu Ziling as the prince?"

"Because he captured Shi Tingyun alive and poisoned Shi Jinghong, and when he said he was the prince, someone immediately believed him and stood up to support him?"

Lou Ying understood what he meant: "...Chu Ziling, did he contact these people beforehand?"

"Those servants from Southern Xinjiang, Xiao Jiujiu, are not bad at fighting." Chi Xiaochi said, "Let's hide Chu Ziling's identity first, and keep it secret. If he is really a prince and returns with great achievements, these ministers will go along with the flow and speak out to support him. The ministers of the king can gain a lot of benefits; if he fails to achieve success and dies halfway, these ministers will not lose anything, it is only a pity for the death of a secret agent. Chu Ziling's business is just right. Made it into their hearts."

As he said that, he tapped his temple: "Shi Tingyun still remembers the names of those ministers who often come to Chu Ziling's tent."

In Shi Tingyun's memory, there are three people who are treated very politely by Chu Ziling after he took over.

General Pasha, who has been confronting the Beifu army at Zhennan Pass all year round, is a deputy general in the tent of the main general Timur.

General Wu Yichun, a general of the cavalry army stationed on the northwest side of Zhennanguan, does not undertake any combat tasks, but is mainly responsible for the transportation of military supplies.

A civil servant surnamed Jin, judging by their official position in the court, should be second-rank, brother-in-law to Pasha, without much merit, and still mediocre in his forties.

Of course, this is all their pre-promotion positions.

Ever since Chu Ziling came to power, they have made great achievements. With their previous abilities, unless the ancestral graves are smoking, there is basically no hope.

After reading Chi Xiaochi's notes, Lou Ying understood: "He selected candidates very accurately. They are all people with some real power and connections, but still want to continue to climb up."

In a general sense, Chu Ziling's background is indeed not very glorious, so in order for him to walk smoothly, he has to pave the way for himself in advance.

However, he happened to meet such a chug-shaped ground drill like Chi Xiaochi.

Lou Ying added: "Not many people know Chu Ziling's true identity."

"Not many. If you don't hold a good hand of poker, who would want to flip the cards." Chi Xiaochi said, "But this is pretty good."

Lou Ying: "So you plan to keep pressing Chu Ziling, so that he has no chance..."

Chi Xiaochi said, "How can I do that. I have to hold him well."

He looked at the sky and said to himself: "Speaking of which, my letter arrived the day before yesterday, and the letter from Chu Ziling should arrive after all the calculations."

He pondered.

If calculated based on the usual troop deployment speed in Southern Xinjiang, Dingyuan City would be harassed by a small group of Southern Xinjiang troops in the next day at the earliest, and seven days later at the slowest.

This is Chu Ziling's consistent style of doing things, and he will never trust others. Even if he got the news from Shi Tingyun, he would first send troops to test the situation in Dingyuan City.

Like Shi Tingyun, he knew Wen Feiru who guarded Yuancheng.He is half of Southern Xinjiang blood, living at the border, but his parents were killed by the invading Southern Xinjiang people.

This person is extremely brave and has a violent temper. He will personally kill the enemy in every battle. If he is seriously injured, facing such a scarce force, it is very likely that he will send a young general under his seat to fight.

On the surface, it is contempt, but in fact it is arrogance to cover up.

If Chi Xiaochi is not mistaken, Chu Ziling will write to those who contact him, if Wen Feiru comes out to fight in person, it means that his injuries are not serious, don't fight hard, it will be a waste of strength; if Wen Feiru sits down If you want to fight first, then you have to think about how to fight again. Wen Feiru is probably not in the city. Governor Zhang, who is also in Dingyuan City, is resourceful and a bit difficult to deal with; but if you send a small army to fight, don't miss the opportunity. The person in charge in the city is still Wen Feiru, so he dispatched an army to fight, not to capture the city, but to capture and kill Wen Feiru, and when he was cut off, he was stunned by an arm.

Chu Ziling's arrangement in this way has another magical effect.

—He can pluck himself clean.

Quite a few people know about Wen Feiru's temperament, so it is not difficult to make the above inferences based on his actions against the enemy.

As for how the news of General Wen Feiru's injury became known to the people in southern Xinjiang, it could be blamed on some secret agent, but it couldn't be blamed on Chu Ziling who was thousands of miles away.

But Chu Ziling never imagined that there was another Chi Xiaochi who was plotting thousands of miles away.

Shi Jinghong is such a character, his son sent a letter, without going into details, he can guess nine out of ten, and there will be a proper way to deal with it.

Since childhood, Shi Jinghong taught Shi Tingyun that in war, one must know how to win as well as how to lose.

This victory was regarded as his gift to Nan Jiang for nothing.

Seeing Chi Xiaochi lost in thought, Lou Ying simply stopped guessing, and looked at him with the book in his hand, his heart and eyes were soft as hell.

Chi Xiaochi made a general plan for the next plan, looked at the time, and felt that he and his husband had been staying for a long time, and it was time to go out for a while, so he greeted: "Sir, I'm leaving."

When Chi Xiaochi lifted the curtain and was about to get off the carriage, Lou Ying suddenly asked behind him, "Did you really count?"

Chi Xiaochi: "...what?"

Lou Ying stared at him: "27 strokes."

After Chi Xiaochi understood what he was referring to, he spread his hands: "Nonsense. He can't count himself."

He asked again, "Can you hear that?"

Lou Ying said: "Part of the system's functions have been restored, but I can only hear your voice, can't speak, and can't see the world line."

Chi Xiaochi hummed, and after jumping off the carriage, he felt a little weird:

Brother Lou asked why such a thing?

He consciously and actively denied the most reasonable possibility, and flattered his horse to go further back in the team.

After sending Chi Xiaochi away, Lou Ying continued to read in the fragrance of bergamot.

...In fact, he was flipping through the worldline, looking for clues.

The reading function of the world line has been restored half an hour ago.

Lou Ying just wanted to hear Chi Xiaochi stay by his side and tell him stories seriously.

He was speculating on Chi Xiaochi's possible next move.

After pondering for a while, he looked down at the art of war in his hand, and said to himself, "...the pigeon."

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but after a few seconds, Chi Xiaochi's questioning voice came from his ear: "Have you brought the pigeon coop?"

Chu Ziling's reply followed: "I have brought them all. They are all good pigeons picked out by the general's mansion. At worst, they have sent dozens of letters to southern Xinjiang. Please rest assured, young master."

Lou Yingxiao slightly turned a page of the book and remained silent.

That night, the whole army was stationed in Baiqiu, burying pots and cooking.

They set off with the food team, so the food was naturally not bad. The meal in the evening consisted of millet and roast chicken.

When the rice was cooked, Yan Yuanheng hesitated a few times and made great determination before sitting next to Shi Tingyun in what he thought was the most natural and unaffected posture, waiting for the same chicken to be cooked.

Chi Xiaochi ate steamed buns in the apocalypse, so he was happy to have a meal in the wild.

He turned over the sizzling grilled chicken on the iron rack, and asked Yan Yuanheng, "Are you used to it?"

Yan Yuanheng said calmly: "I have been on the battlefield. Once I only drank horse water for three consecutive days."

He was talking about the first time he went to Zhennanguan to help.

Chi Xiaochi tore a chicken leg that was grilled until the skin was crispy and gave it to him.

Yan Yuanheng held it in his hand, did not open his mouth, looked down slightly, noticed a brocade bag hanging from his waist, frowned, and asked: "This is...? I haven't seen you wearing it before."

Chi Xiaochi looked down and said, "It was a gift from Yuan Zhao before leaving."

It is said that it was presented by Yan Yuanzhao, but it was actually sewn by his side concubine.

The sixth prince's side concubine is also a strange woman, her boudoir name is Jinrou. When she was 16 years old, she learned that she was going to match the sixth prince. After accepting the decree to thank her, she cried bitterly all day and all night.

Outsiders thought she was weeping with joy, or was reluctant to get married, but her younger sisters of the same age who were also from the noble family understood very well and went to comfort her one after another.

In Yan Yuanzhao's bastard words, those who don't know think I'm dead, and she will be a widow as soon as she gets married.

Back then, Shi Tingyun kindly corrected him: "If you were really dead, she would laugh."

Yan Yuanzhao's response was a kick.

He was wronged and said: "Is there any reluctance to marry me?"

Shi Tingyun glanced at Yingying Yanyan who surrounded him, and said, "Can you go out of the flower building and say this again?"

Yan Yuanzhao was really well-known, and it was indeed not a good destination to be promised to be a side concubine.

However, Shi Tingyun knew that Yan Yuanzhao drank, rode horses, cuju and courted prostitutes, but when it came to matters of men and women, he had never met anyone other than the enlightened court ladies bestowed by the emperor.

Yan Yuanzhao's ability to be so carefree is all due to the favor of his biological mother, who was also the former queen. Seeing the deep love between his father and king, Yan Yuanzhao also had expectations for his regular wife in his heart.

He only wants the person he loves the most to be his first wife, and the person he loves the most will bear children for him.

On the night Jinrou got married, Yan Yuanzhao told her clearly that he had no feelings for her, and she didn't have to have any feelings for herself. She could do whatever she liked in the sixth prince's mansion by herself, as long as she didn't make any mess Come, his money is enough to support her, eat and drink well, and live happily ever after.

Liufang Wangfei is also an upright person. She muttered like an ordinary woman for a few days, and found that Yan Yuanzhao was indeed not interested in her, so she was happy and at ease. It's fun.

This time Shi Tingyun was going to southern Xinjiang, Yan Yuanzhao went back to the mansion and told Jinrou, she rushed out a pair of purses, went to the temple to consecrate, one for Yan Yuanzhao, one for Shi Tingyun.

When Yan Yuanzhao delivered the purse, he was very serious: "Put it away for me. This object was opened by the master. If you are in danger, this object will sense. No matter thousands of miles away, I will save you."

When Chi Xiaochi took the purse, he weighed it in his hand, thinking, do all of you straight men give it like this.

Hearing this, Yan Yuanheng's eyes changed.

When he set off in the morning, when he said goodbye to his father, he caught sight of this thing on the waist of the sixth brother. Looking at its appearance, it was exactly the same as the one in front of him.

...Could it be... that the person Ting Yun mentioned is the Sixth Brother?