Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Under Yan Yuanheng's astonished gaze, Shi Tingyun said calmly: "You are 20 years old. Isn't it common to have a side concubine?"

Seeing that Shi Tingyun was so calm, Yan Yuanheng could only force himself to be calm: "You are older than me. Why are you..."

Shi Tingyun touched a flat stone in his hand, and made a string of water floats obliquely on the water: "I'm different from you."

Yan Yuanheng paused, thinking of what Shi Tingyun had said to him, he was at a loss for words.

He turned his head away, looking slightly gloomy.

Seeing the stalemate in the atmosphere, Shi Tingyun tried to reconcile and said: "I don't know what the princess of Southern Xinjiang looks like."

Yan Yuanheng put on a wooden face: "...I don't know."

Shi Tingyun simply turned to business matters: "After the agreement to stop the war was agreed, the Qi County near the Cangjiang River sent hundreds of jars of old wine. My father said that the main soldiers tonight must become drunk."

Yan Yuanheng: "Yes."

Shi Tingyun smiled: "You don't know how to drink, so I told you that it will be a feast for my ears."

Yan Yuanheng: "...um."

Shi Tingyun never minded Yan Yuanheng's one-word answers. He had been serious since he was a child, and the reason for his silence was nothing more than thinking about something or listening.

Shi Tingyun was about to speak again, but Yan Yuanheng spoke first.

"I won't marry her." Yan Yuanheng said sullenly, "I don't want to marry someone I don't know."

"That's over." Shi Tingyun laughed, "Many of the daughters of everyone in Wangcheng are raised in deep boudoirs. Those unmarried daughters we know well, who love to write poetry and play ball, which ones are not for Yuan Zhao? "

He looked at Yan Yuanzhao, who was fighting a flock of geese not far away, and said with a smile: "...If I was born as a woman, I would love Yuanzhao too. Most girls in boudoirs don't love him and think him frivolous, but after playing with him for a while, you will know. Yuan Zhao has an interesting temperament, knows how to advance and retreat, has a stable position, and seeks someone who is single-minded, so he can be regarded as a good match."

Yan Yuanheng lowered his head, he didn't even have the interest to "hmm" and answer the story.

Shi Tingyun seemed to have remembered something, and said "Hmm?" with great interest, and continued: "Yuan Heng, you are talking about Qiu Ying, the daughter of Prime Minister Qiu? You have seen her since childhood. Although she is in a girls' school, But we can be regarded as classmates, similar in status and age...it must be her."

Before Yan Yuanheng went to the border, he had already speculated about this, but when Shi Tingyun said it, he still said it in a joking tone, which made him feel as if he was on fire.

His voice sank: "I never knew, I never knew, there is always such a pity for women and girls in Wangcheng, and they are like treasures to the female family members of Wangcheng."

Shi Tingyun: "Isn't this just for you?"

Yan Yuanheng acted angrily: "Princess of Nanjiang, daughter of Prime Minister Qiu, I don't want any of them."

Shi Tingyun: "Then what do you want?"

Yan Yuanheng: "I..."

He stopped.

What exactly does Yan Yuanheng want?

The circles of his eyes were slightly hot, and his eyelashes drooped, thinking of his mother who was still living a miserable life in the other palace, and thinking of his grand ambitions—the grand ambitions that every prince secretly had.

Yan Yuanheng was already favored by the emperor. At such an old age, he still hadn't left the palace to build a mansion, and stayed in the palace to be educated. After nearly a year of battle at Zhennanguan, he beheaded Pasha with a sword and made a military exploit. , and stood on an unprecedented height.

It would be difficult for any prince to look up to him.

He should marry Qiu Xiangzhi's daughter.She was a daughter of the first rank, and her father gave her the acquiescence, so she should be the most suitable for her. If she was a princess of Nanjiang, she would have a lively child in the next year.

My father has expectations, and my mother even more hopes that I will ascend to the position of Jiuxiao, and have a lifetime of grand ambitions and dreams of family and country.

These things are indeed very important, but compared with the usual...

...But why compare with Su Chang?

What did he, Yan Yuanheng, think of the best friend he grew up with?

Su Chang was waiting for his own response, but he was fantasizing about spending his whole life with him in the military camp in the borderlands?

Yan Yuanheng's tongue gradually became sore.

In the past few days, he was minding his own thoughts, but only now, under the stimulation of a woman he had never met and who had forgotten what she looked like, he suddenly realized that his feelings for Su Chang seemed not quite right.

However, so what.

As a prince, can he openly marry Shi Tingyun as his wife?Can you give Shi Tingyun the white-headed promise that he will only have one person in his life?

In this regard, he is worse than Brother Six.

The Shi family had a reputation for several generations, and if Shi Tingyun had an affair with him, it would definitely end in a ruined reputation.Hundreds of generations later, when people mention Shi Tingyun again, they will not talk about his meritorious service, but will only talk about the personal relationship between a major general and the prince, talk about his appearance, and talk about his "skill of charming".

But if it is not made public, is it necessary for him to live in secret all his life?

Yan Yuanheng's heart and eyes were blown cold by the river wind.

Seeing him being silent for a long time, Shi Tingyun asked again: "Dare to ask the Thirteenth Prince, what do you want?"

Yan Yuanheng lowered his eyes for a while, then raised his head and looked towards the sky.

Shi Tingyun followed his gaze, and saw long clouds like scales, traveling with the wind, with various shapes and shapes, competing to return to the empty realm.

He said, "Do you still remember the poems we recited when we were young?"

"What is there in the mountains, and there are many white clouds on the mountains. You can only enjoy yourself, and you can't bear to give it to you."

Shi Ting said: "Yes. Tao Hongjing's poems."

Yan Yuanheng called him: "Time stops."

Shi Tingyun raised his eyes.

Yan Yuanheng: "I was just thinking, there are thousands and thousands of people in the world, and I'm not the one who deserves to stay."

Before Shi Tingyun came back to his senses, Yan Yuanheng stood up, saluted, and turned away.

Every step he took, his heart ached.

Perhaps, when Ting Yun finds the person he likes, his heart will also die on that day.

Yan Yuanheng walked faster and faster, and at the same time reached into his arms, took out the wine pot carved with laurel, and hugged it to his chest.

It was a coincidence, after drinking it himself, he casually threw the jug to the soldiers and forgot to ask for it back.

Yan Yuanheng originally wanted Shi Tingyun to come to him to ask for it, but as soon as he let it go, it was today.

He also didn't know what kind of plan he had for bringing this jug with him today to find Shi Tingyun.

But I couldn't send it out, so what's the point of thinking about it.

... He couldn't even send out a wine jug.

Holding the jug, Yan Yuanheng fell into deep self-loathing.

——His evasion, in the final analysis, has nothing to do with those speculations.

Shi Tingyun might not like him at all.

If Tingyun truly pleases him, there is nothing he can't do.

Yan Yuanheng quickly fled all the way back to the camp, entered the tent, sat on the side of the couch, took out the wine jug, and rubbed it in his palm for a while, but he didn't know where the courage came from, he grasped the wine jug tightly, and opened the silver bag hanging Cover the wine pot, close your eyes, and pour it down the spout in one go.

The two little black turtles he raised seemed to have sensed something, and two small round heads floated out of the small pond, looked at him for a while, and crawled back into the pond with a grunt.

Shi Tingyun looked at Yan Yuanheng's back, speechless for a moment.

While he was meditating, Yan Yuanzhao came back in a suit of goose feathers, holding the neck of a big goose in his hand, the beak and palms covered with fangs were tied up by him with a belt.

... He really caught one and brought it back.

Yan Yuanzhao's long hair was messed up, and he simply let it loose and let it hang over his shoulders: "It's just a goose, do you think your sixth master can't catch it?"

Shi Tingyun: "Aren't there two agreed upon?"

Yan Yuanzhao spat at him: "Go to your uncle, it's easy for you to say, you go and catch two."

Shi Tingyun laughed.

As soon as Yan Yuanzhao released the tied geese, the water started flooding again: "When I go back, I will raise a flock of geese in the backyard, and then trick Jinrou into telling her to catch the geese."

He paused, and then said: "But I have to accompany her. Otherwise, she will be bitten and cry."

Shi Tingyun wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes laughing, thinking, sure enough.

This is probably Yan Yuanzhao's love.

Yuan Zhao looks at the wandering, but yearns for stability in his heart.

He met Jinrou again, and knew that she was not a vulgar woman, and she could express feelings when she was with Yuan Zhao.

But I don't know when Yuan Zhao will be able to recognize his own mind.

Yan Yuanzhao and Shi Tingyun picked off the goose feathers on their bodies.

He lowered his head and wiped his knees, and said: "Yesterday, several soldiers in charge of Yuan Heng borrowed local tobacco."

Shi Tingyun hummed.

"You talked about it when you were eating yesterday. There are always birds singing these days, and you can't sleep because of the noise." Yan Yuanzhao said, "He played the flute not far from your tent yesterday. Catch birds with long poles."

He continued: "The smoke is powerful. You know, he lives and rests regularly every day, so he can only rely on smoking that thing to refresh himself."

Shi Tingyun said: "What are you talking about?"

"It's okay, let's tell it as a joke." Yan Yuanzhao shrugged his shoulders lightly, "He is a fool. Li Yeshu was transferred to his side by General Shi, so he can just find two other soldiers to chase the birds. There are a few available guards. Let them do it, are you so worried?"

Shi Tingyun kept silent.

Yan Yuanzhao propped up one knee, and said: "Master Liu never fights for what he can't get. But I will never let go of what I can get. If I like it, it doesn't matter how the world talks about it. I won this hundred years of happiness. Those fools can enjoy it. The root of the tongue that is chewed a hundred years later will be turned into ashes in a thousand years."

Chi Xiaochi asked Tingyun on behalf of Shi: "You are happy, so what if the other party only treats him like a brother?"

Yan Yuanzhao didn't care: "Then you have to explain it clearly. If you explain it clearly, you will be brothers for the rest of your life; if you don't understand it, you will be a fool for the rest of your life."

It doesn't matter if Shi Tingyun doesn't understand, but Chi Xiaochi understands that it is indeed time to leave.

...He has almost cleared the physical warehouse, and even established a second spare card warehouse.

In the middle of the night, singing and dancing in the main camp promote peace.

Soldiers from southern Xinjiang sang southern Xinjiang folk songs, and the Central Plains sang Huangmei Opera and Pingtan with a southern accent and a northern accent. Few of them sang well, and most of them were barren tunes. The oily lamb meat has a special flavor.

Amidst the noise, Shi Tingyun and Yan Yuanheng were nowhere to be seen.

In the cool autumn wind, Yan Yuanzhao found Shi Tingyun near the military camp.

He was walking back and forth, his boots stepping on the wet mud, making a slight sound of water.

Yan Yuanzhao was already drunk, so he stretched out his hand to pull him: "What are you doing? Go drink."

Shi Tingyun took a look at the hand he was holding her, and looked up at his eyes seriously for a while, confirming that the hand was warm and the eyes were bright, and then he was relieved.

He said: "Patrol to prevent the enemy from invading at night."

"Where did the enemy come from?" Yan Yuanzhao was angry and funny, "South Xinjiang has surrendered, and the troops have been withdrawn for hundreds of miles. Besides, only the main battalion is celebrating, and the outer light and dark posts extend for more than ten miles. It is no longer safe."

Yan Yuanzhao gave him a hand: "Hurry up, hurry up, Yuanheng let his horse go in the evening, and he didn't know where he went; those lieutenants all respected me, they were so boring, it's still interesting to drink with you. Let's go..."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Shi Tingyun's palm, and felt something was wrong, and when he touched Shi Tingyun's forehead again, his face became even more ugly: "Are you trying to die? You have to run out to blow the air after burning like this." ?”

Shi Tingyun's peach-blossom eyes were burnt to the point of being watery, and he looked at him fixedly: "...Yuan Zhao."

"Show your head." Yan Yuanzhao couldn't help but dragged him into his tent, "If your husband knows about this..."

Having said this, Yan Yuanzhao paused suddenly.

... "Mr. His Family", who is it?

Yan Yuanzhao has such a personality, if he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to.

Walking to the front of the tent, Shi Tingyun glanced at the opened curtain.

He remembered that when his benefactor left today, he was worried about the safety of the barracks, and he put down the curtains when he left the tent for inspection.

He gave Yan Yuanzhao a push: "Just send it here. You can go drink. I don't have a fever and can take care of myself."

Yan Yuanzhao doubted: "You won't run to patrol the border again, will you?"

Shi Tingyun coughed twice, and said with a smile: "Then do you want to send me to bed?"

Yan Yuanzhao was so disgusted that he couldn't help himself, and pushed his back: "Get out, get out. Sixth Master sees you get out."

Shi Tingyun took a deep breath, leaned over to enter the tent, and lowered the curtain.

Without lighting a candle, he took two steps towards the bed in his memory, and his hot body fell into an embrace full of the smell of wine.

The embrace came from behind, encircling him very forcefully.

He heard a familiar voice, but not a familiar accent: "Is it Su Chang?"

Shi Tingyun's heart softened slightly: "The Thirteenth Prince."

After a while, he called again: "Yuan Heng."

The high fever made him ache all over his body, and he was unable to exert all his energy. Therefore, after realizing that Yan Yuanheng was drunk, he was picked up horizontally and placed on the couch.

Yan Yuanheng was not abrupt, and after putting him on the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed in an orderly manner, staring at him with burning eyes.

Shi Tingyun: "Yuan Heng, you are drunk."

Yan Yuanheng took out the empty jug from his arms and stuffed it in Shi Tingyun's hand: "No. I drank so much, I'm not even drunk."

Shi Tingyun turned sideways feebly, and smiled at him: "Yes. The thirteen princes are numerous."

Yan Yuanheng was obedient, looking a little frustrated: "No, I only drank half of the pot."

Shi Tingyun had a sore throat, but he still couldn't help smiling.

Yan Yuanheng said seriously: "Don't laugh. I have something to give you."

Shi Tingyun leaned on his arm: "What gift do you have, let General Shi have a look."

Yan Yuanheng pointed to the wine pot.

Curious, Shi Tingyun fetched the wine jug, put it to his ear and shook it, only to find that there was nothing in it except for a little residual sound of water.

He couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't help but think that the book that Yan Yuanheng gave him after he was drunk last time also contained a small flower whose whereabouts were unknown.

Shi Tingyun hoarsely asked Yan Yuanheng: "What gift?"

Yan Yuanheng knelt beside him and said, "I went to the top of Baiyun Mountain and filled a pot of Xingyun."

Shi Tingyun's heart skipped a beat and he looked up at him.

Yan Yuanheng said: "Xingyun stopped and was caught by me. So, can you listen to me?"

Shi Tingyun managed to hold up half of his body, and smiled softly: "Yes. Say it, it's listening."

Yan Yuanheng looked at him, blinked his eyes, and blushed a lot.

Blinking again, the eye circles are also a little red.

Yan Yuanheng opened his mouth and said, "I had a dream before."

Shi Tingyun: "Yes."

Yan Yuanheng: "In my dream, I've reached the age of obedience."

Shi Tingyun couldn't help laughing: "Well, the thirteenth prince has a long life."

There were stars in Yan Yuanheng's eyes, and he paused every word: "In the dream, at that time, I was by my side, and you were there."

Shi Tingyun stopped talking and looked straight into his eyes.

A drunk person, a person with a high fever, have mist in their eyes.

Looking at the flowers through the fog, each has a beautiful view.

After a long time, Shi Tingyun spoke again: "The thirteenth prince is really greedy. It's not enough to occupy Shi Tingyun for ten years. How long do you want me to accompany you?"

Yan Yuanheng grabbed the corner of his clothes and shook it lightly: "Read with me, read with me. Yan Yuanheng is confused about something, can I ask for advice?"

Shi Tingyun looked at the rare childish Yan Yuanheng, with tears in his eyes: "Please tell me."

Yan Yuanheng cried a little, and asked: "...how can I love you so that you will like it."

Neither of them knew who kissed whom first.

The belts were untied layer by layer and fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

The hot bodies were pressed against each other, and it was hard to tell who had the fever.

Shi Tingyun opened his mouth, bit the right sleeve of Yan Yuanheng's inner jacket, pulled it down along the outline of his shoulder, and then kissed his exposed right arm.

Shi Tingyun said softly: "Yuan Heng, Yuan Heng, do you know that after a period of time after a person dies, they can really hear what other people are saying and doing."

Yan Yuanheng put his hands beside Shi Tingyun's ears, staring at him intently, a little at a loss and confused, and only followed his instinct, kissing his protruding Adam's apple one after another.

"So I know." Shi Tingyun clasped his ten fingers tightly and said, "... Yan Shisan likes Shi Suchang, Shi Suchang knows."