Chapter 197: Jealousy, arguing, passing little notes.

The atmosphere was quite awkward for a while.

Lou Ying reacted the fastest, put down the book, and bowed modestly: "See the Thirteenth Prince. Forgive me for being too weak to bow."

...... That said, his fingers are still pressed into Chi Xiaochi's hand.

Chi Xiaochi quietly drew his hand back, but it didn't move.

He pulled back, but halfway through, Lou Ying suddenly let go.

The footstool on which Chi Xiaochi was sitting almost tipped over when he lost his strength, and the other end of the footstool buckled, and if Lou Ying hadn't supported his arm from behind in time, he would have tumbled over together with the footstool.

The foot of the stool hit the ground with a clang, a shocking sound.

Chi Xiaochi sidled over, gently glared at Lou Ying, and without saying anything else, he got up, straightened his robe, and respectfully saluted, "Seeing the Thirteenth Prince."

Such flirtatious behavior fell in Yan Yuanheng's eyes, causing his eyes to sting as if they were pierced by needles.

Yan Yuanheng suppressed his full belly of emotions, "Can ...... you please go out for a moment."

Shi Tingyun on the other side of the room held his hand for a moment and helped Yu Fengmian up from the couch, as if he intended to put him into a wheelchair and push him out of the door.

Yan Yuanheng added, "Su Chang, I'm talking about you."

After taking a break from the acidic breath that made his eyes water, Yan Yuanheng slowly calmed down.

He thought that his tone was not faulty, but the original open book of war in his hands has slightly changed shape: "I have recently read a lot of books of war, some insights. I heard that Mr. Yu has the talent of Pipe and Bao, I would like to ask Mr. Yu some questions, is it possible?"

Shi Tingyun locked eyes with the man on that couch, seemingly exchanging glances.

The feeling of being pricked by a needle returned to Yan Yuanheng as their eyes met.

Fortunately, they did not stare at each other for long, and Shi Tingyun got up and excused himself, leaving the two alone in the tent.

Yan Yuanheng sat down on a circle chair far away from Yu Fengmian and secretly exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath, "Mr. Long has a reputation for talent, although I have heard of it, this is the first time I have met it."

Yu Fengmian on the couch did not move, "Thirteenth Prince is polite."

"When will the gentleman enter the house?"

"In the eleventh year of Jianping, my humble self first entered Wangcheng."

...... In the eleventh year of Jianping, Shi Tingyun was fourteen years old.

Yan Yuanheng relaxed a bit, "Tingyun and I studied together when we were six years old. When it comes to acquaintance, it was even earlier. He has always acted in an unorthodox manner, so if he has any disrespect in front of you, please understand."

Yu Fengmian Charm smiled, "I don't need to worry about Thirteenth Prince, I like him like this."

That was an off guard straight that caught Yan Yuanheng off guard.

He opened his mouth and was just about to say something when Yu Fengmian cut off his words, "Didn't the Thirteenth Prince say that he had some questions he wanted to ask? I will certainly know everything."

Yan Yuanheng used all the questions he had prepared to discuss with Shi Tingyun in his exchange with Yu Fengmian.

Yu Fengmian is indeed a good gentleman, and he is so good at explaining an issue in depth and giving examples that even a person who is a little bit familiar with the military can understand it.

However, Yan Yuanheng was not happy at all.

These were the questions he wanted to talk to Shi Tingyun about in private.

It was hard for him to find.

After explaining the several issues pointed out by Yan Yuanheng one by one, Yu Fengmian stopped, "Thirteenth Prince, has Yu Mou made himself clear?"

Yan Yuanheng closed the pages, "Very clear."

"Yu Mou is a person who loves books, I wonder if I can overstep my bounds and remind you?" Yu Fengmian pointed to the wrinkles on the book that he had pinched out of his life, "...... Please also ask the Thirteenth Prince to take care of some of the pages."

Yan Yuanheng pursed his lips and his face tightened even more, "Yes."

After the questions were finished, Yu Fengmian made polite small talk: "I have always heard Gong Zi talk about the Thirteenth Prince being a gentleman, and today I see that he is truly extraordinary."

Yan Yuanheng unconsciously raised his chin slightly.

He himself does not know how childish he looks in the eyes of outsiders: "I have never heard him mention Mr., just always heard the sixth royal brother mentioned. Today, we met and realized that Mr. Mister is outstanding."

Yu Fengmian didn't mind: "My body is not good, and my birth is also poor, so I can't be seen. Thanks to the General's approval and Gong Zi's patronage, I am really ashamed to be so favored."

"Thick love?" Yan Yuanheng gave a dry laugh, "He befriends everyone like that."

Yu Fengmian seemed to not understand the meaning of his words, or simply was too lazy to pay attention, "Does the Thirteenth Prince have anything else to ask for?"

Yan Yuanheng got up, "Excuse me."

He went out of the tent and brushed past Shi Tingyun, who was talking to Chu Ziling outside, without stopping for a moment, and went straight on his way.

Shi Tingyun called out to him once or twice from the back, and seeing that he ignored it, he simply followed him.

When Yan Yuanheng heard the tight footsteps behind him, the corners of his tense mouth finally loosened slightly.

He intentionally pressed the pace.

Sure enough, Shi Tingyun caught up with him a few moments later, "Yuanheng! Did you have a fight with Mister?"

Yan Yuanheng twisted his head, "...... you think I'm such a person?"

Shi Tingyun looks relieved and pats him on the shoulder, looking surprisingly like he's planning to go back to his tent.

Does ...... he really think he is alright?

Yan Yuanheng's heart sank and he blurted out, "Stop!"

Shi Tingyun turned back curiously.

Yan Yuanheng walked forward with an iron face, "Come to my tent, I have something to ask you."

Shi Tingyun raised an eyebrow and followed.

Yan Yuanheng returned to the tent in a cold and solemn manner and sat down on the main seat on the couch.

Shi Tingyun did not recognize him in the slightest, taking a seat beside him, and even took the initiative to take the teapot and pour two cups of tea, sipping it while handing over the cups with one hand, "Hmm."

Yan Yuanheng accepted the teacup and said in a cold, hard tone, "Many thanks."

Shi Tingyun asks, "What happened to you?"

...... Good question.

Since Fang Cai, Yan Yuanheng has been thinking about the same question.

...... What's wrong with me?

Obviously, there was nothing wrong or out of line with that Yu Fengmian, so why did he have to be so gloomy to the person he first met?

Yan Yuanheng pressed the cup of tea against his lips, trying to suppress the unknown sourness that flooded the back of his throat.

With a twinkle in his eye, he overheard Shi Tingyun's right hand resting on the edge of the small tabletop, his index finger clicking and tapping on the tabletop.

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

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

And this time, Shi Tingyun's small action provoked his discontent dozens of times higher than usual.

He stood up abruptly, "Ren Qing!"

The guards outside the door entered in response, "Thirteenth Prince, what are your orders?"

Yan Yuanheng put down his teacup, "Get a basin of hot water for Young General Shi."

The guards didn't ask for the reason and answered yes, then retreated.

Soon, a basin of hot water at the right temperature was brought into the tent and placed in front of Shi Tingyun, just as Yan Yuanheng had said.

Shi Tingyun raised one eyebrow and dutifully dipped his hand in the hot water, then took a towel that was soaked in hot water and wiped his hand while saying, "Yuanheng, what is this for? My hands are clean, just pouring tea, no need to dislike me like this."

Yan Yuanheng naturally knows.

But only by watching the towel wipe over his hand could his heart feel a little better.

Ren Qing retreated again.

When there were only two people left in the tent, Yan Yuanheng finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, "The person you told me about at the beginning, was it Yu Fengmian?"

He wanted to hear a negative answer from Shi Tingyun.

However, Shi Tingyun seemed intent on exasperating him, took a sip of tea, and slowly said, "What if I say yes."

Although Yan Yuanheng had already guessed in his heart, these words fell into his ears, still sounding like thunder, shocking his ears are numb, a heart was tormented by the magma to turn over, a fire burning as hot as intolerable.

He raised his eyes to Yan Yuanheng : "Are you going to tell my father?"

Yan Yuanheng was so angry that his lips trembled, and he threw his teacup onto the table, his cheeks flushed a plum-colored crimson because of his anger: "I'm not that kind of informer! You Shi Tingyun are willing to trample on your reputation and do this ...... unpleasant thing, what does it have to do with me Yan Yuanheng?"

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

Yan Yuanheng is too gentlemanly, and his good upbringing prevents him from actively picking on the shortcomings of others.

He could read the Southern Border language, he knew what the tattoos at the corners of Yu Fengmian's eyes meant, and he knew about Yu Fengmian's disabilities, and he could clearly cite them all as proof of how incompatible he was with Shi Tingyun.

But even though he was still angry, he immediately apologized for his poor choice of words, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to discredit Yu Fengmian. I just wanted to ......"

He stammered for half a day without saying what he really "wanted".

Shi Tingyun's face had a subtle change in color, and he also put down his tealight: "Yes. What does it have to do with the Thirteenth Prince."

Yan Yuanheng Stammering: "I ......"

"Thirteenth Prince's tea is good, and the hand washing water is quite hot." Shi Tingyun stood up, "The Last General has enjoyed himself enough, it's time to go patrol the barracks. Farewell."

"Su Chang, et al. ......"

Shi Tingyun, without looking back, was exactly the same as he was a moment ago.

Shi Tingyun left as soon as he said he would, the tea still smoldering.

Yan Yuanheng sat down on the main seat in a somewhat disheveled manner, his heart still very sour, chewing over the words of Shi Tingyun Fang Cai one by one, upside down.

"What if I say yes"?

That means it's possible it's not?

Tingyun may be a test, want to know how his friend will be treated by his favorite person, who thought that he rebuked, called him "bad" ...... is really too much.

Yan Yuanheng took the teacup he had only taken a sip from and absentmindedly drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking both cups of tea and calming his mind, Yan Yuanheng took his own pen and paper and wrote.

When Chi Xiaochi returned to his tent, Lou Ying was already reading a book.

He sat his butt back on the footstool and tilted his head back to look at Lou Ying, who was reclining on the couch.

Lou Ying asked him, "Is it taken care of?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Uh-huh."

Chi Xiaochi added, "You did it on purpose."

"Yes." Lou Ying admitted painfully, "He's always looking at you."

Chi Xiaochi was lying on the edge of the bed looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous." Lou Ying turned a page in his book and said, "Jealousy is for kids. I just want to solve the problem."

Lou Ying is also right.

These days, living with Yan Yuanheng day and night, Chi Xiaochi could feel that even if he did nothing, Yan Yuanheng's feelings for Shi Tingyun grew stronger and stronger.

This kind of feeling, perhaps even Yan Yuanheng himself did not realize it, but it has reached a point where it has to be confronted.

Otherwise, Chi Xiaochi wouldn't know how to handle Shi Tingyun's relationship if it suddenly erupted one day.

Lou Ying asked him, "Rejected?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Sort of. It leaves a little bit of room for him to interpret it however he wants."

"There are many decisions I can make on Shi Tingyun's behalf, but they are limited," Chi Xiaochi says. Chi Xiaochi says, "Not including deciding who he will be with in the future. I'm not an old maid."

Lou Ying laughed out loud.

As the two spoke, a window in the tent was quietly opened from the outside, and a letter fell from the sky to the ground.

Chi Xiaochi rolled over and went to the window, opening it first to check that there was no one outside.

He dusted off the fine dust on the top of the letter and confirmed that the undried ink on it belonged to Yan Yuanheng before opening it with confidence.

It was a letter of apology, but not in his usual dignified and calm style of writing.

There was only the ink-drenched word "I'm sorry" written squarely in the middle of a page, like the little note a high school student who had pissed someone off, scratched his ears and gripped his face, and then mustered up the courage to hand to his secret admirer.

Chi Xiaochi laughed.

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

Chi Xiaochi folded this teenage mind, took it back into his arms and replied in a raised voice, "Nothing."