Chapter 184: Guess the heart, the sultry, the two royals.

...... Go ahead, what else can you do?

Chi Xiaochi went for it.

Compared to the last time, Yan Yuanheng, apart from changing his position and sitting at the top where the Sixth Prince sat last time, the whole person's movements, posture, and demeanor, were almost Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V over.

Chi Xiaochi suspected that all the tea he drank was blended to the same ratio.

Chi Xiaochi entered the flower hall, saluting according to the specifications of the previous world's salute to Red Cloud Son, "Seeing the Thirteenth Prince."

Yan Yuanheng, the OP, was visibly flabbergasted: "......"

Chi Xiaochi: Very good, smashing pot.

He's not slow to react, squints playfully at Yan Yuanheng, and saves his own ass.

Yan Yuanheng did not doubt anymore, putting down his tea cup, "How is your body?"

Chi Xiaochi got up, "Dr. Li is a top-notch healer since."

Yan Yuanheng : "The head wind is lingering and difficult to heal, do not underestimate it."

Chi Xiaochi joked, "Troublesome Thirteenth Prince, I wonder how many medical books I read last night?"

Yan Yuanheng raised his cup and sipped his tea without uttering a word.

But it was just a matter of flipping through a dozen medical books and memorizing the part about head colds.

Chi Xiaochi thought, what a cool boy.

Yan Yuanheng had no idea what kind of image he now had in Chi Xiaochi's mind, and after the tea, he looked at Chi Xiaochi without saying a word, as if waiting for him to say something.

...... Guess the heart? Junior.

If someone else to come, the person in front of you both Prince and former friend of the double identity, a bad will collapse, I guess early panic to crawl around.

Chi Xiaochi. No, he's solid as a horse.

He's quite bold in carrying the pace.

He straightened his face slightly and said, "Thirteenth Prince, sorry, missed the appointment."

Yan Yuanheng also sensed the distance in his words, a little uncomfortable, "...... No harm done."

Shi Tingyun has always been a lively person and is never afraid of the cold.

Yan Yuanheng had never tried to take the initiative to find a topic of conversation, so for a moment he was at a loss for words.

He thought long and deep, "How's the body?"

Chi Xiaochi played Tai Chi without moving, "Dr. Li is a first-class healer."

Humans are repeaters by nature.

Yan Yuanheng: "......"

"If there's something else, I won't bother you anymore." Yan Yuanheng tasted something and got up to take his leave, and did a good job of hiding his heart's reluctance.

Yan Yuanheng had been busy since the beginning of the year, in order to make his father look at him and ask for two consecutive days of rest.

On New Year's Day, he made a date to go play polo with Shi Tingyun at the Flower and Garden Festival.

He had been looking forward to this for two whole months.

Shi Tingyun had been his companion for ten years, accompanying him day after day in the palace, and after two years of fighting hard battles and triumphs in the southern border, he naturally would no longer be his companion.

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

However, Yan Yuanheng knew that he was strictly following General Shi's order that the Shi family would not get involved in any matters in the imperial court, except for leading the Northern Household Army, which bore the name of the royal family.

So the young general did his foppish thing, intending to give birth to a son and a half-daughter while he was still young to guard the Yan family's borders in the future.

Neither of them are children anymore, and they get to spend very little time together.

But in Yan Yuanheng's mind, Shi Tingyun is still the little companion who dared to pry the shortcake of the Sixth Royal Brother for him to eat.

Yan Yuanheng sucked in a breath, got up, and as he passed him, he pressed his shoulder a little and said, "Su Chang, you ......"

He wanted to say something, but just as his fingertips touched Yan Yuanheng's shoulders, Chi Xiaochi's face suddenly changed, his body trembled extremely violently, and his knees slammed hard onto the floor of the flower hall.

He blurted out, "The little slave is lowly and does not dare to defile the Imperial Prince's ten thousand gold body."

Kneeled Yan Yuanheng: "......"

Kneeling Chi Xiaochi : "...... "Fuck me, it hurts.

Yan Yuanheng's face was really not looking good now.

Given Shi Tingyun's personality and his pride in his bones, it was too much to call himself a "slave" even in jest.

He took two steps back and stared, waiting for Shi Tingyun to explain.

The Shi Tingyun in front of him had his eyelashes slightly lowered, his demeanor was as usual, and he didn't look like he was going to explain, nor did he look like he was joking.

This confused Yan Yuanheng.

What is this?

Is General Yan aware of his indiscreet behavior and reprimanding him again?

Or did he listen to the off-color gossip and deliberately degrade himself, intending to draw a line in the sand?

Yan Yuanheng's heart was in turmoil, and he didn't want to listen to Shi Tingyun's explanation, "That's all, get up."

Chi Xiaochi was receptive, and frankly got up, observing Yan Yuanheng's face in passing.

Well, the preoccupied Little Prince Yan had probably finished explaining things for himself.

There is no world line, and that means no one can be trusted.

That being the case, it might be better to go out of the box and try to upset the established balance a bit, which might have unexpected rewards.

And his harvest came too soon.

As Yan Yuanheng reached the door, he turned around and came face to face with Chi Xiaochi, who had escorted him out.

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

Chi Xiaochi: "......"

After Yan Yuanheng coldly explained, he turned around and tripped over the threshold with one foot.

But the thirteenth prince is, after all, the thirteenth prince, the royal family baggage is quite heavy, after stabilizing the chassis on the go as dashing as the wind, a blink of an eye on the shadow, just knotted up a little bit of kneeling Chi Xiaochi chased two moon doors, froze and did not whisk up.

He folded back into the flower room.

Lou Ying is already waiting inside, holding a tube of wound medicine.

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

He also saw what just happened.

Noticing Chi Xiaochi's entrance, he knocked on the chair beside him.

Chi Xiaochi obediently went up to sit down and rolled up her pant legs.

That kneeling just now was really bad, it was red and probably bruised.

But Chi Xiaochi also froze when he saw the original owner's legs.

There was an extremely obvious old dark red wound on the left calf's welcoming bone, where the bone should have been broken by a huge force in the first place, and on the side of the right leg it looked like it had been slashed by spurs, the scar running all the way along the muscle and disappearing right up to the top of the slightly swollen knee.

Compared to being covered in battle wounds, this kneeling was no different than a mosquito bite.

Chi Xiaochi looked at it and decided it was unnecessary, pulling her pant legs down and feeling a sudden chill in her calves.

...... Lou Ying leaned over and took hold of his calf.

His hands were the hands of a cold sick man, penetratingly cool all year round, and touching the teenage general's perennially hot skin was like a piece of ice touching a branding iron.

Chi Xiaochi, as if she had been burned, subconsciously moved her knees and spread her legs a little.

Lou Ying lifted up the hedge, lowered his head, and put medicine on him.

Chi Xiaochi didn't know where to put her eyes, so she stared straight up at the ceiling, "Minor injury."

Lou Ying, without a word, spreads the ointment carefully, and chokes on the odor, coughing lightly.

Chi Xiaochi: "Just a little kneeling."

Lou Ying did not respond.

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

When he finished speaking, he couldn't help but shift his eyes downward, only to find Lou Ying gently blowing on his medicine while looking up at him.

The ...... visual impact is just a bit too much.

Chi Xiaochi joked, "Sir, that's not good."

Lou Ying said seriously, "Ma'am, I think that's fine."

Chi Xiaochi: "......"

His heart was beating a little fast.

A voice screamed something in his ear that he wanted to hear and couldn't help but resist.

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

He lived alone for twelve years and lived a knack.

Fantasies make people suffer.

Things he had never dared to think about, now someone was putting them into his arms one way or another, saying, "This one is yours, and this one is yours, and all of them are yours, and I am too.

Chi Xiaochi took the heart of the virtual, afraid that one did not hold tightly, wow, all gone, collapsed into a moon in the water, flowers in the mirror.

So he struggled to find reasons to convince himself.

- - When I was a child Lou also said that he would repair the battery car to support him for life it, rounded up, equal to Mrs.

Lou Ying also did not do anything more to distract him, and duly brought the topic on track, "Just now, was it Shi Tingyun?"

Chi Xiaochi hmmm.

He himself certainly wouldn't kneel down and bitch about himself for no reason.

It would have to be the original owner.

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

Chi Xiaochi recalls how she felt before she landed on her knees.

The head is numb, a buzzing, and when the ringing ends, you realize you've done something involuntarily.

This is a familiar feeling for Chi Xiaochi.

"PTSD," said a medicated Chi Xiaochi as she lowered her pant leg, "same as when I throw up."

Lou Ying is silent for a moment.

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, so he couldn't ask Chi Xiaochi what really happened back then.

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

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

Post-traumatic stress syndrome, to be committed there is always a specific trigger.

...... And at that time, Yan Yuanheng tapped him on the shoulder.

Chi Xiaochi recalled Shi Tingyun's phrase "Xiao Nu" and made all kinds of assumptions and hypotheses in his mind.

A few moments later, the faint sound of footsteps and passages came from outside.

"Da Gong Zi!Sixth Prince ......"

It was followed by a cheerful greeting, "Shi Tingyun! Out to get the guests!"

Yan Yuanzhao quite love purple, this time to come, changed a more luxurious than yesterday's purple silk and gold robe, but also brought a gold silk birdcage, handed over to him behind the Shangshu family Qu Gong Zi carry.

I can't see much of the heavenly family's style, but it looks more like a wandering Gong Zi brother from some family.

Once he entered the flower hall, he froze first when he saw the man in the wheelchair.

Lou Ying had already put down the power hedge and owed, "Herborist Yu Fengmian, greetings to the Sixth Prince."

Chi Xiaochi, in turn, introduced, "My husband."

Yan Yuanzhao vaguely remembers that Shi Tingyun's family did seem to have a Gong Zi master, who was said to have a disease and was not good at traveling, so he did not often come out to see people.

Yan Yuanzhao stretched his head curiously for a while, but unfortunately only a handsome chin was visible.

The Sixth Prince was here, and it would not be proper for him to remain here, so Lou Ying respectfully indicated his departure.

After seeing him off, Yan Yuanzhao said, "He's not very old. I thought he was an old scholar."

Chi Xiaochi groped for a way to get along with him, "Fang Cai The thirteenth prince has only just left and here you are. You two are really good brothers."

"I don't need you to tell me, Fang Cai even met me at the door." Yan Yuanzhao was all smiles, sitting down on his butt in the upper seat, "Yuanheng said you had something to do. I told him that was an excuse. I'm coming, you'll be fine."

Chi Xiaochi: Dude, are you that chatty.

Yan Yuanzhao unfolded his fan: "Drink a few pots of Hua Diao, and you'll be sure to get rid of your illness."

That Qu Gong Zi did not speak a word, was very quiet, and stood behind Yan Yuanzhao like a pendant of Yan Yuanzhao.

Chi Xiaochi watched him for a moment, not noticing anything out of the ordinary, and removed some of his attention from him.

Between words, Chi Xiaochi tested the limits of conversation with Yan Yuanzhao.

Then he realized that the dude basically had no downside.

He took the golden silk birdcage from Qu Gong Zi's hand, put it on the table, and tapped the cage wall with a fan bone: "Here, this bird is for you to hold and play with. Haven't seen it before, have you?"

Chi Xiaochi took it and asked knowingly, "What's this? A pheasant?"

"You go to the border and come back to see everything is pheasants." Yan Yuanzhao said, "Paintbrush, it's the most fashionable thing to keep in town these days."

Chi Xiaochi lifts up and scrutinizes the red mouth of the eyebrow.

Yan Yuanzhao's brows twitched and he pointed his fan at him, "Try stewing me another one."

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

Yan Yuanzhao: "Playing dumb, are you? The egg that Master Six gave you last time was a golden turtle's."

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

Yan Yuanzhao spat at him and pointed to the painted eyebrow cage, "Seeing this is like seeing the Sixth Master, do you understand?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Yes."

With that he turned to the Painted Cage and respectfully said, "Please, Sixth Prince An."

Yan Yuanzhao : "...... Shi Tingyun, do you want to die. Come on people, drag this following offense out and chop it up."

Chi Xiaochi : "Sixth Prince, if you kill me, my Toki family will be extinct, and you'll have to carry the bird back."

Yan Yuanzhao, to an empty hall, "Ah, forget it then, all of you, stand down."

It is indeed much easier and more fun to get along with him than with Yan Yuanheng.

But Chi Xiaochi, when she occasionally made eye contact with him, always thought of him on his knees with a bloody face.

At that time, he wasn't wearing this purple robe with inches of cloth and gold.

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

Yan Yuanzhao proposes to go out for a drink while fanning himself with a golden silk fan.

Chi Xiaochi said, "Head wind."

Yan Yuanzhao said, "Believe me, one pot of wine will cure you of all diseases."

Chi Xiaochi said, "I believe you have a ghost."

Yan Yuanzhao said, "Tingyun, you're afraid that Thirteenth Brother will know that you're upset when you go out with me and not with him."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Or else." They were both princes, so he could alienate Yan Yuanheng, but there was no need to purposely go against Yan Yuanheng and make him unhappy.

"Forget it." Yan Yuanzhao said, "I just want to annoy Thirteenth Brother. He's so funny when he's angry. Remember, when I was little, I lied to him that you were going to be my chaperone soon, and he got so angry that he hid and cried in secret, hahahaha."

Chi Xiaochi thought, "What the fuck is this brother.

Yan Yuanzhao said sadly, "Hey, it's not cute when you grow up. That's all, don't mention it. Let's play chess."

Yan Yuanzhao, although he looks like a dilettante, is a good player, and has been fighting back and forth with Chi Xiaochi.

Most importantly, he talks a lot.

While watching the game, he asked, "Hey, where is your A Ling?"

Chi Xiaochi noted that he did not ask A Shu.

He picks up a black seed, "You miss him?"

Yan Yuanzhao 落子："No, he pours the wine most to my liking."

Chi Xiaochi, puzzling over Shi Tingyun's thoughts on A Ling, defended, "He is not the only one who can pour wine."

Yan Yuanzhao pulled out his ears, "Your family, A Ling, is a genius, he's a spirit of the Nine Heavens, if not for the fact that his family is poor and had no choice but to sell him into slavery, he would certainly have a bright future. Are you happy?"

Chi Xiaochi: "You're right."

Yan Yuanzhao picked up the piece he had just played and smashed it against Chi Xiaochi: "I'll screw you."

Chi Xiaochi took a precise handful.

Yan Yuanzhao raised his fan, "Put it on the chessboard for Master Six."

Chi Xiaochi dropped the sub back to where his Fang Cai had been.

Yan Yuanzhao hit his fan on the back of his hand: "Down where? Nonsense. Down here."

He pointed to another place a hundred thousand miles from where the atom had fallen.

Chi Xiaochi immediately exposed his sinister intentions, "Be shameless. I have no regrets."

"The Sixth Master was down here just now." Yan Yuanzhao opened his eyes and said, "Ask Qu Ying if you don't believe me."

Qu Ying said without changing his face, "Yes, the Sixth Prince is right."

Okay, Chi Xiaochi.

Yan Yuanzhao said, "Qu Ying, is there anything new in Wangcheng in the past day or two? Tell us to relieve the boredom of our sickly Shi Da Gong Zi."

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

He counted down: "There was nothing much to do in the past one or two days. The west city cloud incense pavilion into a new book, I heard that some interesting; a Turkic merchant caravan into Wangcheng, brought some fresh stuff and fruits; yesterday is the flower dynasty festival, the streets are very lively, polo match is the military department Qiao minister's son Qiao Shuxing to win the first prize, the poetry fair is the qu family's second miss point the first prize winner ......."

A living encyclopedia of entertainment in the City of Hope.

Yan Yuanzhao looked across the room at his best friend, who was carefully watching the game, and said, "Well?"

Chi Xiaochi: "What about?"

Yan Yuanzhao: "After your battle, General Yan didn't keep you in the army for training, but sent you back to Wangcheng to stay there, don't you know that in your heart?"

Chi Xiaochi gracefully drops her son, "I'm still small."

...... Yan Yuanzhao feels that today's crust at Shi Tingyun is much sturdier than in the past.

Yan Yuanzhao : "Yun Di, you are nineteen years old. That Qiao Shu Xing is sixteen years old and has three mistresses."

Chi Xiaochi flexibly uses his father's recluse technique to bar Yan Yuanzhao: "My father won't let me take a concubine."

Yan Yuanzhao : "A proper wife should always look at each other."

Chi Xiaochi looked up at Yan Yuanzhao and smiled gently.

Yan Yuanzhao was so out of breath from his laughter that he spread his fan to cover half of his face and approached Chi Xiaochi: "Shi Tingyun, the Sixth Master wants an accurate answer, do you have a fetish for breaking sleeves?"

Chi Xiaochi did not answer.

Yan Yuanzhao was a bit anxious: "It can't be that A Ling, can it?"