Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 197
The atmosphere is quite awkward for a while.
Ying Lou reacted fastest, put down the book and bowed gently and humbly: “See the Thirteenth Prince. I am sorry that I am too weak to bow.”
…… That said, his fingers are still pressed against Xiaochi Chi’s hand.
Xiaochi Chi quietly drew back a hand, but did not move.
He held back his strength to draw back, who thought that halfway through the strength, Ying Lou suddenly let go.
Xiaochi Chi’s footstool almost toppled over when he lost his strength, and the other end of the footstool buckled high. If Ying Lou had not held his arm from behind in time, he would have fallen over with the footstool.
The foot of the stool knocked on the floor with a clang, a shocking sound.
Xiaochi Chi turned his face sideways, lightly glared at Ying Lou, and did not say anything else, rose and straightened his clothes, respectfully saluted: “See the Thirteenth Prince.”
This flirting action, in Yuanheng Yan’s eyes, let his eyes were stabbed by needles like stinging pain.
Yuanheng Yan suppressed his belly full of emotions: “…… Can I ask you to step outside for a moment.”
Tingyun Shi, who was across the room, was stunned for a moment and helped Fengmian Yu up from the couch, as if he was going to put him in a wheelchair and push him out the door.
Yuanheng Yan added, “Suchang, I’m talking about you.”
Yuanheng Yan slowly calmed down after the bout of acidity that made his eyes blink.
He thinks his tone is not wrong, but the originally opened book of war has slightly changed shape in his hands: “I have recently read a lot of military books, very some insights. I heard that Mr. Yu has the talent of Guan Bao, I would like to ask Mr. Yu some questions, may I?”
Tingyun Shi and the man on the couch looked at each other as if they were exchanging glances.
As their eyes met, the feeling of being pricked by a needle returned to Yuanheng Yan.
Fortunately, they didn’t have to stare at each other for long, and Tingyun Shi got up and excused himself, leaving the two alone in the tent.
Yuanheng Yan sat down on a circle chair far away from Fengmian Yu and exhaled a sigh of relief: “You are famous for your talent, but I have heard of you, but I have never met you before.”
Fengmian Yu on the couch was unmoved: “You are welcome, Thirteenth Prince.”
“When will the gentleman enter the house?”
“In the 11th year of Jianping, I first entered Wang City.”
…… The eleventh year of Jianping, when Tingyun Shi was fourteen years old.
Yuanheng Yan relaxed a bit: “Yun Ting and I have been studying together since we were six years old. We knew each other much earlier. He has always acted in an unconventional manner, so if he has any disrespect in front of you, please understand.”
Fengmian Yu smiled brightly: “No need to worry about the thirteenth prince, I like him like this.”
This straight shot caught Yuanheng Yan unawares and confused him.
He opened his mouth and was just about to say something when Fengmian Yu cut him off: “Didn’t the Thirteenth Prince say that he had some questions to ask? I will be sure to tell you everything.”
Yuanheng Yan used all the questions he had prepared to discuss with Tingyun Shi in his exchange with Fengmian Yu.
Fengmian Yu is indeed a good gentleman, who can explain a problem in depth, and is good at giving examples, so that even a person with a little knowledge of the military can understand.
However, Yuanheng Yan is not happy at all.
These were the questions he wanted to talk to Tingyun Shi about in private.
He was the one who had a hard time finding it.
After explaining the problems Yuanheng Yan pointed out, Fengmian Yu stopped: “Thirteenth prince, has Yu understood?”
Yuanheng Yan closed the page: “Very clear.”
“Yu is a lover of books, I wonder if I can overstep my bounds and remind you of this?” Fengmian Yu pointed to the creases in the book that he had pinched out raw, “…… also ask the thirteenth prince to love some pages.”
Yuanheng Yan pursed his lips, and his face tightened even more: “Yes.”
When the questions were finished, Fengmian Yu made a polite gossip: “I have always heard you talk about the Thirteenth Prince as a gentleman, but when I see him today, he is really extraordinary.”
Yuanheng Yan unconsciously lifted his chin slightly.
He himself did not know how childish he looked in the eyes of outsiders: “I have never heard him mention Mr., but I have always heard the sixth royal brother mention it. Today, when I met him, I realized that he is an outstanding scholar.”
Fengmian Yu did not mind: “I am not well, my origin is also poor, is not allowed to see people. Thanks to the approval of the general and the patronage of your son, I am really ashamed to receive this kind of love.”
“Thick love?” Yuanheng Yan gave a dry laugh, “He befriends anyone like that.”
Fengmian Yu seemed to not understand the meaning of his words, or simply was too lazy to care: “Does the Thirteenth Prince have anything else to ask for advice?”
Yuanheng Yan got up: “Excuse me.”
He left the tent and passed Tingyun Shi, who was talking to Ziling Chu outside, and walked straight away without stopping for a moment.
Tingyun Shi called him once or twice at the back, and when he didn’t listen, he simply followed him.
Yuanheng Yan heard the sound of tight footsteps behind him, and the corners of his taut mouth finally loosened up slightly.
He intentionally pressed the pace.
Sure enough, Tingyun Shi caught up with him a few moments later: ” Heng Yuan! What’s wrong? Did you have a fight with the gentleman?”
Yuanheng Yan turned his head: “…… you think I am such a person?”
Tingyun Shi looks relieved and pats him on the shoulder, looking surprisingly intent on going back to his tent.
…… Does he really think he’s okay?!
Yuanheng Yan’s heart sank and he blurted out, “Stop!”
Tingyun Shi turned around curiously.
Yuanheng Yan walked forward with an iron face: “Come to my tent, I have something to ask you.”
Tingyun Shi raised an eyebrow and followed.
Yuanheng Yan returned to the tent with a cold and solemn body and sat down on the main seat of the couch.
Tingyun Shi did not recognize him at all, and settled down beside him, and took the initiative to take the teapot, poured two cups of tea, and while drinking, handed over the teacups with one hand: “Well.”
Yuanheng Yan took the cup of tea and said in a cold and hard tone, “Many thanks.”
Tingyun Shi asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
…… good question.
Yuanheng Yan has been thinking about the same question since Fang just now.
…… What’s wrong with me?
It is clear that Fengmian Yu has nothing wrong or out of line, so why do you have to be so strange to the person you first met?
Yuanheng Yan put his cup of tea against his lips, trying to suppress the unknown sourness that had risen to his throat.
With a twinkle in his eye, he overheard Tingyun Shi’s right hand resting on the edge of a small tabletop, his index finger clicking on the table.
Tingyun Shi has had this problem since she was a child. When she has nothing to do, she likes to tap on her desk.
Yuanheng Yan corrected him many times, saying that it was not a good habit.
And this time, Tingyun Shi’s little gesture provoked his discontent tens of times higher than usual.
He stood up abruptly: ” Qing Ren!”
The guard outside the door answered, “Thirteenth prince, what are your orders?”
Yuanheng Yan put down the tea cup: “Get a pot of hot water for Young General Shi.”
The guards did not ask the reason, answered yes, and retreated.
Soon, a pot of hot water at the right temperature was brought into the tent and placed in front of Tingyun Shi as Yuanheng Yan had said.
Tingyun Shi raised one eyebrow and dutifully dipped his hand into the hot water, and took a towel soaked in hot water and wiped his hands while saying, ” Heng Yuan, what is this? My hands are clean, just pouring tea, no need to dislike me like this.”
Yuanheng Yan naturally knows.
But only by watching the towel wipe over his hands could his heart feel a little better.
Qing Ren stepped back again.
When only two people were left in the tent, Yuanheng Yan finally asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time: “The person you told me about at first, is it Fengmian Yu?”
He wanted to hear a negative answer from Tingyun Shi.
However, Tingyun Shi seemed to have the intention to anger him, took a sip of tea and said slowly, “What if I say yes.”
Despite Yuanheng Yan’s suspicions, the words fell into his ears, still sounded like thunder, shocked his ears are numb, a heart was lava tossed over the sea, a fire burning like a hot unbearable.
He looked up at Yuanheng Yan: “Are you going to tell my father?”
Yuanheng Yan was so angry that his lips were trembling, the tea cup to the table, cheeks because of anger floated plum-colored crimson: “I am not such an informer! You Tingyun Shi is willing to trash your reputation and do this …… unpleasant thing, and what has Yuanheng Yan to do with me?”
As soon as the words came out, Yuanheng Yan knew that the word “unpleasant” was really too much.
Yuanheng Yan is too gentleman, good upbringing so that he will not actively pick on the shortcomings of the next person.
He can read Nan Southern, he knows the meaning of the tattoos in the corners of Fengmian Yu’s eyes, he knows Fengmian Yu’s disabilities, and he can clearly cite them all, proving how incompatible he is with Tingyun Shi.
But even though he was still angry, he immediately apologized for his poor choice of words: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to denigrate Fengmian Yu. I just wanted to ……”
He stammered for half a day, but did not say exactly what he “thought”.
Tingyun Shi’s face had a subtle change and he also put down his tea: “Yes. What does it have to do with the thirteenth prince.”
Yuanheng Yan was at a loss for words, saying, “I…”
“The Thirteenth Prince’s tea is good, and the water for washing hands is quite hot.” Tingyun Shi stood up, “The last general has enjoyed enough, it’s time to go to patrol the barracks. Farewell.”
“Suchang, wait ……”
Tingyun Shi didn’t even look back, exactly as he had just done.
Tingyun Shi said to leave, the tea is still smoking hot.
Yuanheng Yan sat on the main seat with a bit of a sour heart, chewing on Tingyun Shi’s words upside down.
“What if I say yes?”
In other words, there’s a chance it’s not?
Yun Ting Xu was trying to find out how his best friend would treat his beloved, who wanted to reprimand himself and call him “unbearable” …… is really too much.
Yuanheng Yan took his cup of tea, which he had only taken a sip from, and drank it down in a distracted gulp.
After drinking both cups of tea and quieting the mind, Yuanheng Yan took the paper and pencil by himself and wrote.
When Xiaochi Chi returned to the tent, Ying Lou was already reading a book.
He sat back on the footstool and looked up at Ying Lou, who was reclining on the couch.
Ying Lou asked him, “Is it taken care of?”
Xiaochi Chi said, “Hmm.”
Xiaochi Chi added, “You did that on purpose.”
“Yes.” Ying Lou admitted painfully, “He’s always looking at you.”
Xiaochi Chi leaned over the bed and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous.” Ying Lou flipped a page of the book and said, “Children are the ones who are jealous. I just want to solve the problem.”
Ying Lou is also right.
These days, spending time with Yuanheng Yan day and night, Xiaochi Chi could feel that Yuanheng Yan’s feelings for Tingyun Shi grew stronger and stronger even if he did not do anything.
This kind of feeling, perhaps even Yuanheng Yan himself is not aware of it, but it has come to a point where it has to be faced squarely.
Otherwise, if it suddenly explodes one day, Xiaochi Chi does not know how to deal with this relationship for Tingyun Shi.
Ying Lou asked him, “Declined?”
Xiaochi Chi said, “Sort of. It leaves a little bit of leeway, so he can interpret it any way he wants.”
“There are many decisions I can make on Tingyun Shi’s behalf, but they are limited,” Xiaochi Chi says. Xiaochi Chi says, “Not including deciding who he’ll be with in the future. I’m not a maternal uncle.”
Ying Lou 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.
Xiaochi Chi rolled over and got up, walked to the window, first opened the window to check, there was no one outside.
He dusted off the fine dust on the letter and confirmed that the ink on it belonged to Yuanheng Yan before he opened it with confidence.
This is a letter of apology, but not his usual dignified and calm style of writing.
Only the ink-drenched words “I’m sorry” were written squarely in the middle of a page, like a high school student who had upset someone, scratching his ears, and then plucking up the courage to pass a small note to his crush.
Xiaochi Chi lost his smile.
Ying Lou asked from far away in bed, “What is it?”
Xiaochi Chi folded this teenage mind, took it back into his arms, and replied in a raised voice, “Nothing.”