Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

The atmosphere was quite awkward for a while.

Lou Ying reacted the fastest, put down the book, and bowed gently and humbly: "See the thirteenth prince. I am sorry that I am weak and inconvenient to bow down."

... Having said that, his fingers were still pressing on Chi Xiaochi's hand.

Chi Xiaochi quietly twitched his hand back, but he insisted on not twitching.

He held back his strength and pulled back, but halfway through his strength, Lou Ying suddenly let go.

As soon as he lost his strength, the footstool Chi Xiaochi was sitting on almost flipped over, and the other end was tilted high. If Lou Ying hadn't supported his arm from behind in time, he might have fallen with the footstool and turned himself on his back.

The legs of the stool hit the ground with a bang, which was earth-shattering.

Chi Xiaochi turned his face sideways, glared at Lou Ying lightly, didn't say anything else, stood up and straightened his suit, and saluted respectfully: "See the thirteenth prince."

This kind of flirting and flirting actions fell into Yan Yuanheng's eyes, making his eyes sting like needles.

Yan Yuanheng suppressed his emotions: "...can I ask you to go out for a while?"

Shi Tingyun on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, then helped Yu Fengmian up from the couch, as if planning to help him into the wheelchair and push him out the door.

Yan Yuanheng added: "Suchang, I'm talking about you."

Yan Yuanheng calmed down slowly after the sour air that made his eyes dazzled.

He thought there was nothing wrong with his tone of voice, but the originally opened military book had been slightly deformed in his hands: "I have read a lot of military books recently, and I have learned a lot. I heard that Mr. Yu is talented in management. May I ask Mr. Yu some questions?"

Shi Tingyun looked at the person on the couch, as if they were exchanging opinions with their eyes.

When the eyes of the two met, the feeling of being pricked by needles returned to Yan Yuanheng.

Fortunately, they didn't look at each other for too long, Shi Tingyun stood up and left, leaving the two of them alone in the tent.

Yan Yuanheng sat down on the armchair far away from Yu Fengmian, secretly let out a foul breath: "Mr. has been famous for a long time, although I have heard about it, this is the first time we have met."

Yu Fengmian who was on the couch said calmly, "The thirteenth prince is polite."

"When will Mr. enter the mansion?"

"In the 11th year of Jianping, I first entered Wangcheng."

... Jianping was 11 years old, and Shi Tingyun was 14 years old.

Yan Yuanheng felt relieved: "Ting Yun and I have been studying together since we were six years old. When it comes to acquaintance, it was earlier. He has always acted out of character, if he has any disrespect in front of Mr., please forgive him. "

Yu Fengmian smiled brightly: "Don't worry about the Thirteenth Prince, I like him like this."

This unexpected straight ball stunned Yan Yuanheng.

He opened his mouth, and just about to say something, Yu Fengmian cut off his words: "Didn't the thirteenth prince say that he has some questions to ask? I will know everything."

Yan Yuanheng used all the questions he was going to discuss with Shi Tingyun in his communication with Yu Fengmian.

Yu Fengmian is indeed a good gentleman, he can explain a problem in a simple way, and he is good at giving examples, even a person with a little bit of military experience can understand it.

However, Yan Yuanheng couldn't be happy at all.

These questions were originally what he wanted to chat with Shi Tingyun in private.

He managed to find it out.

After explaining the questions Yan Yuanheng pointed out one by one, Yu Fengmian stopped: "The Thirteenth Prince, can Yu explain clearly?"

Yan Yuanheng closed the page: "I understand."

"Yu is a book lover, may I presumptuously remind you?" Yu Fengmian pointed to the creases on the book that he had pinched, "...please the thirteenth prince cherish some pages."

Yan Yuanheng pursed his lips, his face became more tense: "Yes."

After asking questions, Yu Fengmian began to gossip politely: "I always listen to the young master talking about the thirteen princes, Mr. Pianpian. When I saw you today, I am really extraordinary."

Yan Yuanheng lifted his chin slightly unconsciously.

He himself didn't know how childish his appearance was in the eyes of outsiders: "I never heard him mention Mr. Liu, but I always heard it mentioned by Sixth Brother. When we met today, I realized that Mister is extremely talented."

Yu Fengmian didn't mind at all: "I'm not in good health, and I'm from a poor background, so I'm shameful. Fortunately, I have the approval of the general and the protection of the son, and I am ashamed to be loved so much."

"Affectionate?" Yan Yuanheng laughed dryly, "He is friendly with everyone like this."

Yu Fengmian didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words, or simply didn't bother to pay attention: "Does the thirteenth prince have anything else to ask?"

Yan Yuanheng got up: "Excuse me."

When he got out of the tent, Shi Tingyun passed by Shi Tingyun who was talking to Chu Ziling outside, without stopping for a moment, he went straight.

Shi Tingyun called him once or twice from behind, seeing that he ignored him, he simply followed.

When Yan Yuanheng heard the hurried footsteps behind him, the corners of his tensed mouth finally relaxed a little.

He deliberately slowed down the pace.

Sure enough, Shi Tingyun caught up after a few moments: "Yuan Heng! What's the matter? Did you quarrel with your husband?"

Yan Yuanheng turned his head: "...do you think I am such a person?"

Shi Tingyun seemed to heave a sigh of relief, and patted him on the shoulder, apparently planning to go back to the tent.

...does he really think he's okay? !

Yan Yuanheng felt sour in his heart, and blurted out: "Stop!"

Shi Tingyun turned around curiously.

Yan Yuanheng walked forward with a livid face: "Come to my tent, I have something to ask you."

Shi Tingyun raised his eyebrows and followed.

Yan Yuanheng turned back to the tent with a cold and serious body, and sat down on the couch at the main seat.

Shi Tingyun didn't admit it at all, sat down beside him, took the teapot, poured two cups of tea, and passed the teacup with one hand while drinking: "Yes."

Yan Yuanheng took the teacup and said in a cold tone, "Thank you."

Shi Tingyun asked, "What's wrong with you?"

……good question.

Since just now, Yan Yuanheng has been thinking about the same question.

……What's wrong with me?

Obviously, there is nothing wrong with Yu Fengmian, and there is nothing wrong with it, why should he be so weird to the person he met for the first time?

Yan Yuanheng pressed the teacup to his lips, trying to suppress the unknown sourness that had spread to his throat.

Turning his eyes, he inadvertently saw Shi Tingyun's right hand resting on the side of the small table, his index finger tapping the table.

Shi Tingyun has had this problem since he was a child. When he is free, he likes to knock on the table.

Yan Yuanheng corrected him many times, thinking that this is not a good habit.

But this time, Shi Tingyun's little action aroused his dissatisfaction dozens of times higher than usual.

He suddenly stood up: "Renqing!"

The guards outside the door responded, "Prince Thirteen, what are your orders?"

Yan Yuanheng put down the teacup: "For the sake of the young general, bring a basin of hot water."

The guard didn't ask the reason, but he answered yes and left.

Soon, a pot of hot water at a suitable temperature was brought into the tent, and according to Yan Yuanheng's words, it was placed in front of Shi Tingyun.

Shi Tingyun raised one eyebrow, obediently dipped his hands in the hot water, took the hot towel, wiped his hands and said, "Yuan Heng, what is this for? My hands are clean. It's just tea, so don't dislike me like this."

Yan Yuanheng naturally knew.

But only watching the towel wipe his hands, his heart can feel a little better.

Renqing retreated again.

There were only two people left in the waiting list, Yan Yuanheng finally asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time: "The person you told me at the beginning was Yu Fengmian?"

He wanted to hear a negative answer from Shi Tingyun.

However, Shi Tingyun seemed to be angry with him, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "If I say yes."

Although Yan Yuanheng had already guessed in his heart, these words fell into his ears like thunder, and his ears were numb from the shock. His heart was torn apart by the magma, and it was unbearably hot like a ball of fire.

He looked up at Yan Yuanheng: "Are you going to tell my father?"

Yan Yuanheng was so angry that his lips trembled, he put the teacup on the table, his cheeks flushed plum-colored because of his anger: "I'm not the kind of informer! You Shi Tingyun is willing to ruin your reputation, if you do this... What does this unbearable matter have to do with me, Yan Yuanheng?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yan Yuanheng knew that the word "unbearable" was really too much.

Yan Yuanheng is a gentleman, his good upbringing prevents him from actively picking on others' shortcomings.

He can understand the Southern Xinjiang language, he knows what the ornamentation on the corners of Yu Fengmian's eyes means, and he also knows about Yu Fengmian's disability, so he can clearly list them all to prove how unsuitable he and Shi Tingyun are.

But even though he was still angry, he immediately apologized for his inappropriate words: "Sorry. I didn't mean to slander Yu Fengmian. I just wanted to..."

He faltered for a long time, and didn't make it clear what he "thought".

Shi Tingyun's complexion changed subtly, and he also put down the teacup: "Yes. What are you doing with the Thirteenth Prince?"

Yan Yuanheng was speechless: "I..."

"The Thirteenth Prince's tea is good, and the water for washing hands is quite hot." Shi Tingyun stood up, "The general has enjoyed enough, it's time to inspect the barracks. Farewell."

"Suchang, wait..."

Shi Tingyun didn't look back, just like him just now.

Shi Tingyun left as soon as he said, the tea was still smoking hot.

Yan Yuanheng sat on the main seat a little slumped, his heart was still very sore, he chewed the words Shi Tingyun just said upside down.

"What if I say yes"?

That is, maybe not anymore?

Ting Yun was trying to test it out, wanting to know how his friends would treat the person he admired, who would want to scold him and call him "unbearable"... It's really too much.

Yan Yuanheng took the teacup that he had only taken a sip from, and drank it absent-mindedly.

After drinking both cups of tea, Yan Yuanheng took a pen and paper and wrote at his desk.

When Chi Xiaochi turned back to the tent, Lou Ying was already reading.

He sat back on the footstool and looked up at Lou Ying who was reclining on the couch.

Lou Ying asked him: "Have you dealt with it?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Yes."

Chi Xiaochi said again: "You did it on purpose."

"Yes." Lou Ying admitted happily, "He is always looking at you."

Chi Xiaochi lay on the bedside and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous." Lou Ying flipped a page of the book and said, "Children are jealous. I just want to solve the problem."

Lou Ying was right.

These days, Chi Xiaochi could feel Yan Yuanheng's affection for Shi Tingyun even if he didn't do anything.

Maybe even Yan Yuanheng didn't realize this kind of emotion, but it had reached the point where he had to face it squarely.

Otherwise, if it suddenly explodes one day, Chi Xiaochi doesn't know how to deal with this relationship for Shi Tingyun.

Lou Ying asked him, "Refused?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "That's right. Let him have some leeway, let him understand it any way he wants."

"There are many decisions I can make on behalf of Shi Tingyun, but they are limited." Chi Xiaochi said, "It does not include deciding who he will be with in the future. I am not an old uncle."

Lou Ying laughed out loud.

While the two were talking, a window in the tent was quietly opened from the outside, and a letter fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

Chi Xiaochi stood up, walked to the window, opened the window to check first, there was no one outside.

He dusted off the fine dust on the letter, and after confirming that the wet ink on it belonged to Yan Yuanheng, he opened it with confidence.

This is a letter of apology, but it is not his usual dignified and calm writing style.

Only the three words "I'm sorry" dripping with ink were neatly written in the middle of a page, like a small note that an angry high school student scratched his head and then plucked up the courage to hand to his crush.

Chi Xiaochi laughed.

Lou Ying asked from a distance on the bed: "What is it?"

Chi Xiaochi folded this youthful thought, took it back into his arms, and replied loudly: "It's nothing."