Unclean

As if encountering a big ups and downs, Yu Qin took a slow breath and said after gathering his composure, "I'm sorry."

Feeling guilty about his easy withdrawal, compared to Yan Yunhe, Yu Qin seems to have always been stingy in expressing his love.

Even the sound of Huaiyang was coaxed out by Yan Yunhe in every possible way.

Compared with the enthusiasm Yan Yunhe gave, what he can give in return is really too little.

"I..." Before Yu Qin finished speaking, Yan Yunhe seemed to have guessed what he was going to say: "You know, I won't be really angry with you."

"I know that there are many things in your heart that you don't want to tell me. It's okay, we still have so much time, I can wait for you slowly, but Han Chu..."

Yan Yunhe said slowly, "Can't I be your concern?"

He raised his eyes to look at Yu Qin, and when his eyes met, Yan Yunhe seemed to have glimpsed Yu Qin's wavering at that moment.

Whether it's knowing Yu Qin's intentions, or kissing, hugging, or even performing Zhou Gong's rituals with each other.

His body was infinitely close, but he could feel that Yu Qin was still far away from him.

He is like chasing a phantom in the snow, as long as he uses a little force, regains his rationality, and examines the relationship between the two, that phantom will shatter into thousands of pieces.

Yan Yunhe seems to have got Yu Qin, but also seems to have never got him.

His love words over and over again, as if he was speaking to himself, never received a response.

Last night he tried his best to keep Yu Qin down, precisely because he knew that offending Emperor Cheng Jing would be harmful to Yu Qin.

But Yu Qin still left, Yan Yunhe knew clearly at that moment that this person would not stay for him.

It's not that Yu Qin doesn't like him, there must be love, but for Yu Qin, there are more important things than love, which occupy most of his life.

It was cold and painful to hold on to the snow that would always melt, but Yan Yunhe couldn't let go.

He didn't allow Yu Qin to hide, and stubbornly waited for the answer.

Yu Qin's lips moved slightly, and for a few moments, how could Yan Yun feel that Yu Qin was about to speak.

But in the end, Yu Qin still kept his lips tightly shut and looked at him silently.

Yan Yunhe forced a smile, and comforted himself as always: "You really don't know how to talk about love, even if you coax me."

After speaking, he withdrew his hand from Yu Qin's hand, turned around and closed the window, so that he missed Yu Qin's subconscious attempt to grab his hand.

Yu Qin stared at his fingertips in a daze, until Yan Yunhe turned around, then slowly retracted his hands to his side and clenched them into fists.

"This hot pot is very good, come try it with me." As if to ease the atmosphere, Yan Yunhe took the initiative to bring up other topics.

He called the boy in the shop, and he guessed Yu Qin's taste well at every location of the banquet. It can be seen that on weekdays, at least [-]% of his winks were spent on Yu Qin.

Yu Qin looked at the table full of dishes with no joy on his face, and even a little sad.

"What's the matter, doesn't it suit your taste?" Yan Yunhe asked suspiciously when he saw that his expression was wrong.

Yu Qin slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yan Yunhe: "I only know that you are fond of sweets and peach blossom cakes, but other than that, I don't know much about your food preferences."

Why didn't Yan Yun care too much and said: "It's okay, you have too few opportunities to eat at the same table with me, it's normal if you don't know."

Yu Qin said seriously: "But you know."

Yan Yunhe's chopsticks, which were busy serving dishes, paused: "It's just a trivial matter."

"Huaiyang." Yu Qin thought for a long time, and finally continued: "Are you really all right?"

These words were like a sharp sword, mercilessly picking away Yan Yunhe's self-deception all along.

For him, Yu Qin has become an obsession over the years.

People will only become more and more greedy, and there is no reason to stop at a taste.

Yan Yunhe was full of desires, so how could he be satisfied after getting Yu Qin.

He wanted Yu Qin's whole heart to belong to him, and wanted Yu Qin to have a deep and unforgettable love for him.

But for Yu Qin, he was never the number one.

"It's okay, in your eyes, do I just care about these little things?" Yan Yunhe laughed lightly.

Yu Qin didn't continue talking, as if he also knew that he was stepping on Yan Yunhe's crumbling defense line.

This is almost cruel, even if Yu Qin knows that he doesn't say anything at this time, it will be a lead buried in the future, and at a certain moment, Yan Yunhe will be completely ignited.

The hot pot was steaming hot, and the mist obscured each other's faces, making it difficult to see clearly.

This time, Yan Yunhe obeyed the ancestor's precept of the Yu family, did not eat or sleep, and finished his meal quietly.

Yu Qin didn't have much appetite, so he stopped using his chopsticks halfway, and looked at Yan Yunhe quietly.

Yan Yunhe sometimes felt that Yu Qinwan seemed to know how to soften his heart from birth.For example, the conversation before the meal actually made Yan Yunhe a little annoyed.

But Yu Qin looked at him so intently, as if to Yu Qin, there was no one more important than Yan Yunhe in this world.

"I'm really not angry." Yan Yunhe wiped the corners of his mouth with a veil: "If I really annoy you in the future, you just need to think about the things you promised me and finish them one by one. No matter how angry you are, I can get rid of it too."

Go to Yaowang Valley with him, go to Datong with him, and stay with him forever.

As soon as the words finished, Yu Qin pushed a cup of eight-treasure tea over and said in a low voice, "I asked the boy to put more sugar."

Yan Yunhe looked at the bowl of sweet tea that looked like a friendly gesture, and suddenly felt dumbfounded.

Yu Qin was so clumsy about showing his favor, but he felt moved. Maybe he was already hopelessly ill and terminally ill.

The next day of winter hunting was a rare sunny day.

Emperor Cheng Jing, dressed in military uniform and leading a mighty team, set off from the capital to hunt in the Xishan paddock, being seen off by the royal ministers who were staying in Beijing.

Along the way, apart from some of the three major battalions in Beijing, there are many officials from various courts, both civil and military, who all wear bows and arrows.The Shenji Battalion led the troops to the front, the Jinwu Guards were behind, and the other guards scattered around to protect His Majesty.

The journey was safe and sound. After arriving at the Xishan paddock, they began to station in the imperial camp.

Going to the imperial camp to seek an audience, the majestic admiral of the Shenji camp waited for a long time outside the imperial camp, but could not see Long Yan, only the emperor's servant, Eunuch Yan, came out and shook his head at him.

Eunuch Yan lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty and Mr. Fang are still discussing matters, Mr. Yan, you should go back first."

Yan Yunhe felt Eunuch Yan's whisk lightly sweeping over him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, Eunuch, I will come to see Your Majesty later."

After saying that, he left graciously, but when he saw the other people in the whole process, he didn't think so.

They only felt that the admiral of the Shenji camp had lost his heart again, and for a while speculated a lot about whether His Majesty had really turned his back on Qi Shaolian, so they vented their anger on Yan Yunhe.

After failing to see His Majesty, Yan Yunhe returned to his tent, ignoring all the gazes that fell on him.

Song Wen stepped forward to remove his armor, but Yan Yunhe waved his hand, and took out a wax pill from the armor, which was handed to him by Eunuch Yan just now.

After pinching it open and quickly scanning the instructions in his hand, Yan Yunhe frowned.

Emperor Cheng Jing's plan can be said to be comprehensive, once it is fully implemented, it can indeed kill two birds with one stone.

It's just that in this plan, I always feel that there is something wrong, as if an extremely important link is missing.

Yan Yunhe put the note in the burnt candle, pondered for a while, and said to Song Wen: "If there is a fight, remember to hide if you can. If you can't fight, you will run away. Then I won't care about you."

Song Wen smiled and said, "My lord, have you been to Datong for too long, have you forgotten that every martial arts master says I'm more talented than you?"

Even Yu Qin could tell when he left, and Song Wen's martial arts in these years did not know how much he had improved.

Yan Yunhe was refuted in face: "Although high martial arts is important, strategy is still important on the battlefield. You are so easy to trust people, no matter how high your martial arts are, it is useless."

"Then the lord still brought me here to help me hunt?" Song Wen retorted dissatisfied.

The two masters and servants bickered for a few words, and the soldiers outside the camp reported that it was Fang Zhizhou who had arrived.

Yan Yunhe winked at Song Wen, Song Wen immediately stopped talking, went out to clear the soldiers at the gate, and asked Fang Zhizhou and Yan Yunhe to talk at ease.

As soon as Fang Zhizhou entered the camp, Yan Yunhe was startled by his miserable appearance.

I saw his friend's forehead was swollen, with blood stains hidden, and it looked like he had been smashed on the head by a cup.

Yan Yunhe was surprised, and in the next second he just dug out the Jinchuang medicine and skillfully applied the medicine to Fang Zhizhou.

"Don't you ask, what's wrong with me?" Fang Zhizhou reluctantly asked.

Yan Yunhe shook his hand, unable to control his strength.

Fang Zhizhou didn't respond as if he didn't feel any pain.

Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, Yan Yunhe threw the gauze aside: "I guessed it, but I dare not confirm it."

He saw the looming safety talisman on Fang Zhizhou's lapel, took out the exact same safety talisman from his bosom, and handed it to Fang Zhizhou.

Fang Zhizhou stared blankly at the peace talisman, his eyes flushed: "I used to persuade you to let it go, but now that the matter falls on me, I realize how ridiculous it is for others to say let it go."

It was only a few months, but the situation of the two of them was completely reversed, and now Fang Zhizhou became the confused person.

Yan Yunhe clenched the peace talisman in his hand, he always had doubts in his heart, but never dared to confirm it, this moment was what he was afraid of.

Like a knife falling down suddenly, he didn't even feel the pain immediately.

I just don't understand why it's You Liang, who looks carefree, never heartless, his good friend, his brother.

"How deeply he got involved." Yan Yunhe's voice was very hoarse, as if he was squeezing out every single word from his throat.

Fang Zhizhou shook his head: "You can't interfere."

He looked blankly at the top of the tent: "Huaiyang, I might...not be able to keep him."

After Fang Zhizhou finished speaking, he felt some warmth dripping down his cheeks.

He thought it was blood, but what landed on the robe turned out to be transparent wet marks.

Yan Yunhe picked up the medicine again, and covered Fang Zhizhou's wound little by little: "Whether you can keep it or not, you have to try it to know. If you don't fight to the end, how will you know the ending, don't be afraid."

This was what he said to Fang Zhizhou, and it was also what he said to himself.