Chapter 191: Letters, ear piercings, teenage hearts.

Thinking about this, Yan Yuanheng's face turned cold.

Shi Tingyun is his companion, they have ten years of friendship, it is extraordinary. If he is crooked and goes down the wrong path, he himself, as a master and a friend, should help him in any way at such a time.

He'll have to talk to Shi Tingyun.

Yan Yuanheng was seated as if this wilderness was their study where they talked about the war.

He made a dry start, "Su Chang , you are very close to the Sixth Imperial Brother."

Shi Tingyun flipped the roasted chicken and replied, "Yuanzhao is good-natured, and I am very comfortable with him."

Yan Yuanheng: "But it can't always be like this. The doctor in the Imperial College boasted that the Sixth Emperor's brother is a young man of great talent, and although he has been slacking off over the years, if he gets his mind right and makes up for it with hard work, he will definitely be a pillar of the country. Moreover, he already has a family, sooner or later will settle down, and then, who can play with you."

Shi Tingyun smiled brightly, "There will be the Thirteenth Prince when the time comes."

Yan Yuanheng's skin heated up, and a trace of irrepressible joy arose in his heart, but the words that came out of his mouth were cold and rational: "Nonsense."

Shi Tingyun lowered his eyelashes, the light of the fire jumping across his face, "It was just a joke. I understand the responsibility I have to accompany my father to guard the border."

"But how will the Toki family lineage continue?"

"How could the Thirteenth Prince be so caring about the Toki family bloodline?"

"I ......" Yan Yuanheng heart a jolt, back straightened a bit, "you for me to accompany the readers for many years, and the rise and fall of the family, but also about the countryside and the countryside."

Shi Tingyun smiled, "When we talked last time, I said that I was willing to pledge my body to the country and make the country my home. Besides, the Shi family has other heirs who, with proper upbringing, will be another generation of heroes."

As soon as Yan Yuanheng thought that the person in front of him had his own heart, and was willing to do the act of pledging the country for the person he belonged to, and preferred to die without a descendant, his heart was tight with anger, and he said with a hard voice: "I do not agree with this kind of idea of yours. You are still young, how to talk about a lifetime? Perhaps in a few years, you will forget him."

Shi Tingyun deliberately glanced at his countenance, his eyes slightly curved up: ''Good, by the will of the Thirteenth Prince, Tingyun will try. Perhaps many years later, Tingyun will fall in love with a frontier woman and have a bunch of dolls of southern frontier blood with her, with the children running around the barracks with rattles. At that time, if the Thirteenth Prince comes to the frontier, I'll drag my family to welcome him, so you won't mind the noise."

Yan Yuanheng was trying to persuade him to change his mind, and Shi Tingyun had loosened his tongue, so he should have been happy, but after listening to Shi Tingyun's colorful description, he thought about that image for a moment, and his unhappiness increased instead of decreasing, and his chest became more and more depressed.

He straightened the soft armor on his chest and stopped speaking, thinking, "What's wrong with me.

Chi Xiaochi didn't care what happened to him, after the chicken was cooked, he took a knife and cut off the most tender chicken breasts, ordered the cook to beat the chicken breasts into chicken mush, added them to the porridge, and served them to the Gong Zi teacher, leaving Yan Yuanheng alone and despondent in front of the fire.

Yan Yuanheng stirred the fire with a branch and remembered something that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

It was not a big deal, but it was a bit embarrassing, so he kept it deep in his heart and didn't even tell Shi Tingyun about it.

He didn't touch the Enlightenment courtesan sent by his father.

He was fifteen years old at the time, and was too intent on learning to be the least bit ambitious, but he had known all the rules passed down from his ancestors for a long time.

Therefore, when he returned to the house one day and saw that a fair maiden had been added to the house, it was clear in his mind without the need for words.

He was a little nervous, but didn't show it on his face, only straightening his back a little more.

The young girl, who looked two or three years older than him, had hidden tears in her eyes and looked much more nervous than he was.

He frowned slightly, wanting to make some homely conversation so he could tell her not to be so uncomfortable.

But in the eyes of the young girl, Yan Yuanheng's expression was as cold as a court case, and even his tone of voice was creepy: "How old are you?"

The young girl shivered, "Back to the Thirteenth Prince, slave ten, seventeen."

Yan Yuanheng: "Where do you live? Where are you from?"

The young girl remembered the stewardess's teaching, and purposely chose the initiation palace maid who was older than the emperor's son, in order to be able to serve the ignorant emperor's son more gently and considerately.

But Yan Yuanheng looked too cold and detached, and the scrutinizing intent in his gaze pierced her bones a little cold.

She thought that perhaps the Thirteenth Prince didn't fancy himself.

She had to force out a smile and answered her place of origin, how many other people were in her family, and what she did before she entered the palace, but in her heart she began to beat the drums and speculated over and over again whether she had done something wrong.

Yan Yuanheng saw that the situation did not seem right, and the young girl's shoulders were trembling, so he could only follow his sixth brother's teachings and got up to sit on her side, trying to close the distance with her: "What's your last name? What is your name?"

The young girl replied shakily, "My last name is Shi."

"Stone ......"

Yan Yuanheng's heart jumped for no reason, "Which time?"

The young girl stole a glance at him and replied, "A bushy reed is as tough as silk, and a rock has no shifting stone ......"

After blurting it out, she realized that it was unlucky and a great arrogance, immediately sweating like a waterfall and kneeling down to beg for forgiveness, "Thirteenth Prince forgive the slave for not acting in accordance with the law!"

Yan Yuanheng turned his head away, his heart suddenly in chaos, but he couldn't figure out where the chaos came from: "Get up."

The young girl was afraid to get up.

Yan Yuanheng doesn't care much for her either.

Last name Stone, he thought, or the same sound.

Shi Tingyun was a close friend of his, so it would seem strange to do something like that with her.

Because of this somewhat comical reason, Yan Yuanheng felt bad and decided to take the risk of secretly disobeying the imperial decree.

He ordered, "Get up. Tonight you will stay on the outer couch, and from tomorrow I will find a good place for you to settle in the palace."

From then on, the young girl became the maid who served him in food and drink.

She had always thought that she had offended Yan Yuanheng in some way, and was worried that if she didn't do a good job on the first night, she would be chastised by the Sisters and involve her family, so she kept her mouth shut about the fact that the two of them hadn't had any fun, and she was still afraid of Yan Yuanheng to this day.

Thoughts return, Yan Yuanheng stirs the fire.

The newly plucked branches carried a few drops of dew that exploded into a few sparks.

The roaring firelight reflected his eyes in a starry light, and his lips parted as he unconsciously whispered Shi Tingyun's name.

After realizing what he was doing, Yan Yuanheng quickly calmed down and shook his head.

During the half month of his departure, his father called him to the council many times and asked him how much he knew about Zhennan Pass, to which he answered truthfully.

And he noticed that Prime Minister Qiu was present at almost every deliberation, lavishing praise on him in a rather unusual manner.

Yan Yuanheng remembers hearing Shi Tingyun and his Sixth Brother mention that Qiu Ying, the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Qiu, had reached marriageable age.

He thought that when he went back this time, he might have to marry.

Yan Yuanheng does not care very much about these, with whom to marry, are blind marriage, the royal family in-laws, has always been on the benefit regardless of heart.

In his life, he could not really get what he loved, that's why he is now so concerned about Shi Tingyun's personal affairs.

This explanation was quite reasonable, and Yan Yuanheng's heart was lightened considerably. Taking advantage of the darkness of the sky, he got up and went to inspect the situation of the army's stationing.

When Chi Xiaochi entered the tent where Lou Ying was resting with the boiled chicken congee, he found that he had already gone to bed and was reclining on the bed, with his hair loosely tied up and resting on his left shoulder, and his face was pale, and A Shu was waiting beside him, with a worried look on his face, which appeared to be very serious.

Chi Xiaochi's heart tightened, "What's wrong?"

This body is proper gold and jade.

Lou Ying frowned softly, "Something in my stomach."

"Perhaps the road has been bumpy for a long time, Master Gong Zi said that his stomach is stuffy and painful, and he has little appetite." A Shu is full of chagrin, "Master Gong Zi's spleen and stomach are weak, probably because he ate two slices of apricot preserves, which are very acidic and hurt his stomach. It's my fault, I should have bought some mildly acidic ones to prepare for ......."

Chi Xiaochi put down the hot bowl of porridge, cupped his ears and took advantage of A Shu's rambling to let the temperature of his hands return to normal, then put his hand on Lou Ying's forehead.

...... As expected, the fever was low.

Chi Xiaochi commanded, "Go out and ask for some hot water, and see who drinks wine and ask for some too."

Guiltily, A Shu took the order and busied himself out of the tent.

Chi Xiaochi sits down, "Can't we change bodies?"

Lou Ying shook his head, "Tried that."

Chi Xiaochi : "There's no health insurance in the employee benefits. Garbage organization."

Lou Ying echoed with a slight smile, "Trash unit."

Before the words left his mouth, he let out a low "hmmm" and curled up.

Chi Xiaochi's heart snapped inside, covering his stomach before he did, cold and hard to the touch, slightly swollen, no wonder it was uncomfortable.

The next second, Lou Ying's hand pressed on his.

The hand pressed against his was cold, and I could tell by thinking about it that the more I covered it, the more uncomfortable it became.

Chi Xiaochi blurted out, "I'll warm it up for you."

He regretted it a little when he finished.

I don't know how, as soon as he came to Lou's presence he easily changed back to the rash and reckless young man he was when he was a child.

He was now tempted to let himself crouch down in front of the outside air conditioner in the winter to calm down.

Lou Ying's expression remained unchanged, he climbed up, leaned on the soft pillow, and politely said, "I'm sorry."

Chi Xiaochi thought that Lou was probably afraid of embarrassing him.

Lou Ying so natural, Chi Xiaochi mind also much more calm, unbuttoned his two underwear, rubbing hot palm probe into it.

To keep his sitting up body from sliding down, he wrapped his arms around Lou Ying's waist.

Chi Xiaochi hadn't been this close to anyone for a long time, and was a little stiff and didn't dare to move with her hands covered.

Lou Ying, this body with a thin waist and light weight, was not difficult to carry, but he probably really burned a little drowsy, or his waist could not stand sitting for a long time, and he sidled his head, and obediently leaned his head on Chi Xiaochi's shoulder.

A bit of unnatural body heat scalded the skin, burning like fire where it was pressed against it.

Chi Xiaochi: "......" dry.

The emotion that Chi Xiaochi had been forcibly suppressing was on the verge of emerging again.

The blanket was pure wool, very thick, and Chi Xiaochi warmed Lou Ying with one hand while rubbing Lou Ying's woolen blanket with the other.

When it puckers, he pulls out the hairballs.

Lou Ying was getting a chuckle out of his little gesture, "What are you doing?"

Chi Xiaochi, caught in the act, calmed down and said, "That's a nice blanket mister, I'll rub an electric spark for you."

When A Shu fetched the wine and hot water, he saw how intimate the teacher and student were, and secretly sighed that Gong Zi always treats people with such sincerity, and his admiration for Gong Zi increased by three more points.

He left his things behind and left again with the bowl of congee, intending to heat it up and boil down the chicken mushrooms to warm it up and nourish his stomach.

As soon as A Shu left, Chi Xiaochi picked up the wine, intending to mix it with hot water, apply it to his palms and feet to cool them down, and then wipe his body.

But he quickly realized that there was a chance that his brain was down in arrears.

Chi Xiaochi took two prepared cards from the storehouse and used them on Lou Ying, and the cards did the trick.

He breathed a huge sigh of relief, but Lou Ying had no intention of getting up.

Chi Xiaochi felt like he was holding up a bit, his ears were burning like hell, and he figured he knew how messed up he looked right now.

He struggled to keep his composure: "...... Mr. Can you labor your head up off me."

Lou Ying said mildly, "A Shu knows I'm sick, we have to act it out for him."

Not waiting for Chi Xiaochi's rebuttal, Lou Ying added thoughtfully, "And this can cure your illness and help you with desensitization, isn't that nice?"

He then pinched Chi Xiaochi's hot earlobe.

Finding Chi Xiaochi a jolt, Lou Ying spoke to him with great gentleness, in a tone that sounded like a nag: "Did you have an earring? ...... three ...... in the left ear."

He reached back and touched his other ear, "Two in the right ear."

...... Chi Xiaochi felt that this Lou had changed subtly from the one he remembered, in a bad way.

But on second thought, he thought that maybe Lou was genuinely doing him a favor.

So he was going to wait for Lou to sleep before putting him down, around the time he was in bad shape in this body, he should be sleepy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lou Ying's body was relieved, his spirits followed, and leaning over him, he read the art of war, which he had half read on the road.

Chi Xiaochi felt like an eagle waiting for A Shu to arrive.

Unexpectedly, it was Chu Ziling who saved him in the end.

Chu Ziling heard A Shu say that Gong Zi was accompanying Gong Zi's teacher, who was in ill health, so he came here, not expecting to see such a picture.

Gong Zi's teacher has taken off his power hedge, his skin is pale, and he is leaning on Gong Zi's shoulder, holding up a book for Gong Zi to see, and Gong Zi is saying something with his head hanging down, and his lips seem to be touching Gong Zi's ear.

Seeing the two so intimate, snuggling with each other, Chu Ziling heart steeply rose a burst of doubt, and in addition to doubt, there is an additional layer of unspeakable taste.

He suppressed these untimely emotions and arched his hand, "Gong Zi."

He had to be polite in front of the fussy Gong Zi master.

Gong Zi turned his head quickly at the sound, as if he had been caught in the act, and his reddened ears pricked Chu Ziling's eyes.

Chu Ziling's heart snapped and he lowered his eyebrows, "Gong Zi, the general has sent a letter."

Chi Xiaochi horse gets out of bed, "Take it to the main tent for me to view. By the way, don't forget to fetch pen and paper with fire paint."