Unclean

As soon as these words came out, the room was filled with silence, tearing away the false tranquility cast by the short few days of getting along.

When they were in Donglin Academy, although their tempers were not very congenial, they were not as wary and suspicious as they are now.

Just like he wouldn't ask Yu Qin why he wanted to vote for the Queen Mother, knowing that there was someone behind the treason case back then.

Even the queen mother tried to tell the world that she had never done it, so she saved Yu Qin.

But no one with a little brain would believe that the Queen Mother is innocent.

It is also because of this that Yu Qin was despised by others.Knowing that this person might be an enemy, but because he wanted to save his life, he begged for mercy at the enemy's family, and even became a vicious dog under his seat.

He is greedy for life and afraid of death, and has no strength of character. The most important thing is that he is the grandson of Yu Changen. When the vassal king attacked the capital, Yu Changen fought with his back, and he lived and died with the country.Such lofty sentiments and lofty ambitions, righteousness and thin sky, are admirable.

Zhu Yu is in front, Yu Chang'en is as regrettable as Yu Qin is.

Yu Qin looked back at him, nodded and said, "Sorry, I overstepped."

After saying that, he turned around lightly, bypassed the screen, and went outside.

Getting this apology didn't make Yan Yunhe feel half of the pleasure of victory, only tired and boring, and the good mood of many days disappeared instantly.

Yu Qin's attitude seemed to be that he cared too much. The other party just asked casually, but he was more serious, and it was another self-indulgent sentimentality.

He got up and put on his robe roughly without drying himself.

The inn was burning high-quality charcoal, without any smell of smoke, and the temperature was much higher than outside, which also ignited Yan Yunhe's heart fire.

His hair was sticking to his back wetly, soaking the light jacket, but he ignored it completely and strode out.

Yu Qin just came back from the outside, and the fur coat was covered with unmelted snow. He took off the fur coat, and gently patted the remaining snow on it with his hands.

The leather cannot be kept moist for long, or it will deteriorate.

But this kind of rough leather, there is really no need to protect it like this.

Yu Qin's hands were reddened by the cold winter, and instead of warming his hands by the fire for the first time, he was patting snowflakes.

It seemed that he cherished this fur coat very much, even though it was far inferior to the pure white fox fur given by the palace.

Yan Yunhe strode forward, grabbed the fur coat, and wanted to throw it to the ground.He was in a really bad mood, so he wanted to provoke Yu Qin even more.

It seemed that only by making Yu Qin feel as bad as him could he be happy.

But facing Yu Qin's eyes calmly watching him, Yan Yunhe's raised arms suddenly froze.

For some reason, Yan Yunhe seems to have seen his own ending, as if because of a moment of impatience, he knocked down the meat naan in the temple, and in the end he ate it in his stomach, and the unlucky one is always himself.

Yu Qin glanced at his open skirt, just now he could only notice the knife wound in the water, but now because of his excitement, his full chest kept rising and falling, and the dark red pair on Mi Ze became more and more distinct.

After closing the open window, leaving only a gap, Yu Qin ordered in a low voice, "Hang up the clothes."

Yan Yunhe, who was in the middle of going crazy, reluctantly went down the steps, and threw the fur coat on the chair beside him as a last resistance.

Yu Qin probably thought he was childish, so he frowned calmly.

Yan Yunhe felt the cold belatedly, and found that the originally warm room cooled down quickly after Yu Qin came in, and the culprit was the pushed open window.

"What are you doing opening the window properly?" Yan Yunhe asked dissatisfied.

Yu Qin picked up the fur coat and hung it up: "When Jin Yiwei was investigating the case, he met a family of three because the doors and windows were closed when burning charcoal in winter, and no one survived."

Yan Yunhe really didn't have much common sense about this matter, he had his own servants in the Hou's mansion to worry about this matter, and when he went to the frontier, there was no carbon to burn, and he relied on spirits and strong resistance.

And when I arrived at the military camp, I realized how deadly corruption is in the military. The household department supplies the military camp, and encounters layers of exploitation. The winter clothes that should have fallen on the soldiers, not to mention warm and thick, are not even available to everyone.

Every year in the cold night and deep winter, there are many soldiers who freeze to death.

Most soldiers will send winter clothes to their families through letters from home.

Yan Yunhe concealed his identity and entered the grassroots. When he found out about this situation, he wanted to report it, but was severely reprimanded by the company commander.

The company commander is also kind. Every year, some young people want to report this matter, but the military class system is stricter than anywhere else, and obeying orders is the top priority.

Even if the chief is really corrupt, is it still up to you, a mere soldier, to condemn him?

Yan Yunhe had no choice but to lie dormant, and after gradually making contributions and showing his face in front of General Qi, he found an opportunity to report.

General Qi is a good commander. He knows that if the soldiers are not guaranteed food and clothing, it will not only affect the morale, but also greatly reduce the combat effectiveness during the battle.

Therefore, with the courage of General Qi and the assistance of Yan Yunhe, the matter of corruption has greatly improved from the year he went to the frontier to the time he returned to Beijing.

Emperor Cheng Jing sent him to the Shenji Battalion, not necessarily because he had taken a fancy to this experience in the army.

The Shenji Battalion is located in the middle of Beijing. As a Beijing camp, the quality of equipment varies.

The little emperor was ambitious, and after capturing one of the three battalions, he immediately sent Yan Yunhe to rectify it, intending to quickly increase the combat effectiveness of the Shenji battalion in a short period of time.

But Yan Yunhe let him down, and was caught by Jin Yiwei, and the matter of rectification was forced to shelve.

After Yu Qin hung up his fur coat, "I just went back to the inn and saw a black bird hovering here. I saw that the old raven seldom moves alone, so I was a little curious."

Yan Yunhe was shocked that Yu Qin was so sensitive.

He entered the room and pushed the window, probably to see if there were any traces of birds on the window rail.

Needless to say, Yu Qin must have confirmed the bird's whereabouts, so he deliberately mentioned it now.

So intelligent and close to a monster, he is an opponent, and an extremely difficult opponent.

If the insider uses the crow to contact him in the future, there may be a risk that the information will be intercepted.

Thinking of this, Yan Yunhe looked at Yu Qin's fair side face, his teeth itching again: "So you were worried about dying in love with me, and I thought you deliberately opened the window to freeze me to death."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yunhe himself felt that he was making trouble for no reason.

Yu Qin sat at the table and poured himself a cup of hot tea: "If Mr. Yan puts on his clothes, how can he be frozen to death?"

Yan Yunhe tilted his body, his buttocks fell only half of the chair, and he leaned against the edge of the table, his already loose lapel opened further: "It seems that Mr. Yu is very dissatisfied with his disheveled clothes, so he dare not even look at me .”

He laughed jokingly: "It reminds me of the eldest lady who has lived in her boudoir for a long time. She only has a sharp mouth and dare not look around with her eyes."

Yu Qin took a sip of tea: "Why don't I dare to look at you?"

Yan Yunhe also picked up the teacup and played with it casually in his hand, sliding his fingertips along the edge of the cup, like the porcelain white and cold skin of a beauty: "Then look at me, Miss."