I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"Surveillance? How could that be? After all, we were brothers once, and I just care about you." Yan Heqing turned around and walked into the yard as if it was his own home.

Yan Wusheng remembered that he had closed the door before leaving, but at this moment the door was wide open. He ran forward to stop Yan Heqing: "Stop! This is my house, get out!"

"We are all brothers, why should we distinguish between you and me?" Yan Heqing pushed him away lightly, looking like a gentle brother. "I remember you loved to drink mutton soup back then. It seems your taste has not changed."

Yan Wusheng held him tightly, his eyes bloodshot: "Leave my house! You are not welcome in my house, and stop pretending. No one wants to play along with you. Whatever you want to do has nothing to do with me. If you do this, I will report you to the police!"

Yan Heqing looked back, as if he was somewhat helpless, and had to hang the mutton on the door: "In that case, I'll come back another day, and we'll talk when you've calmed down."

"Get out! There's nothing to say between you and me. We didn't have any friendship back then. Who are you trying to annoy by saying this now?" Yan Wusheng picked up the broom in the yard and was about to hit him, but he didn't really do it. He just swept the snow in front of the door after the other person left, as if he felt it was unlucky.

After sweeping the snow, he still felt disgusted, so he found some mugwort and burned it to fumigate the area, expressing his disgust to the extreme.

Yan Heqing sneered: "Fool."

"Are you okay? If you're okay, leave." Xuan Yunfei stood beside him, holding the sword, not understanding why he cared so much about Yan Wusheng. "Now that you know he's safe, can you come with me to find things?"

Yan Heqing's smile faded and he glanced at him: "Young Master Xuan always speaks like this, no wonder the girl doesn't like him."

Xuan Yunfei: “…”

He drew his sword and placed it on Yan Heqing's neck: "You don't have to give up the treasure, but if you say another word, you will definitely die."

Yan Heqing directly pushed the sword away with his hand: "Young Master, why are you so impatient? Could it be that you are like this with that immortal doctor? What girl would like a man who puts a sword on her neck? Not to mention, Young Master can't even understand the love between brothers. In the eyes of that girl, Young Master is probably a heartless person."

The long sword cut through Yan Heqing's clothes, and blood stained the cotton wool red. Xuan Yunfei sneered: "Don't think I really won't kill you. This time is just a lesson. If it happens again, it will be your head."

Yan Heqing snorted and laughed: "Yes."

Xuan Yunfei put the sword back into the scabbard and walked towards the city gate with a cold face: "Let's go."

Yan Heqing followed behind him, but did not forget to look back at the young man who was fumigating the door with mugwort, and shook his head.

There was an unusually heavy amount of snow this year, and the fine snow quickly covered up the footprints.

Cui Xian moved into the Prime Minister's Mansion under Fang Yuzhu's arrangement, because it was originally agreed that Cui Xian would work with Lin Jin. Now that Lin Jin had an extra helper, everything seemed to be going very smoothly.

Cui Xian and Yu Zhuoran hit it off right away and had a great time talking to each other. Even their ideas were surprisingly similar. In just a few days, they started calling each other sister and were very affectionate.

Lin Jin was happy to see all this happen. What worried her the most now was Xiao Changle's affairs. After she finished the enrollment matters, she spent most of her time accompanying Xiao Changle. However, Xiao Changle was like ice in the twelfth lunar month, which could not be melted.

"This girl is too pretentious. Madam has been coaxing her so much, but she still pretends to be nice every day. She doesn't even show any good face to Madam, and..." Several maids grumbled in a low voice. After watching for a few days, they found that Lin Jin was basically coaxing a child, but Xiao Changle just had a sullen face.

It was as if their wives were the murderers of her father. They really didn't know what was good for them!

"What nonsense are you talking about! You are making up stories about your master behind his back. I think you all want your tongues cut off." Lianyi held a newly picked red plum in her hand and scolded them, "Don't let the lady hear this. She doesn't like to hear such words."

"Sister Lianyi, we just feel bad for Madam. Even if she doesn't want to live, Madam... Madam treats her really well. This is really heartless." The maid thought of Xiao Changle's face and pulled her handkerchief angrily, "She should know what is good and what is bad."

Lian Yi sighed slightly: "These are not your concerns. Besides, Madam doesn't care about these things, but you guys are starting to gossip. What if Miss Xiao hears these words and misunderstands Madam? Then all the efforts Madam has made recently will be in vain."

They felt sorry for Lin Jing, but it would be troublesome if these words got to Xiao Changle's ears. At least the lady was happy doing these things now.

“So hard to please.”

"Stop talking!" Lianyi poked her head. "I can't control what you think, but don't do anything in front of Miss Xiao, don't be so sullen, and don't cause trouble for the lady."

She felt the same way, but it was really not something they could control.

"Miss Xiao is still injured, it's inevitable that she would have some temper, and... it's understandable." Lian Yi said it against her will. This was not just a temper. She had never seen anyone who would seek death after being treated well.

"I see. Where did you get these plum blossoms, sister? They are so pretty. I want to pick two too." Xiaoyue looked at the plum blossoms in Lianyi's hand and liked them very much. "I'll pick two and put them in our room. It will make me feel better just looking at them."

Lianyi smiled mysteriously: "I'm afraid you can't pick these plum blossoms. They are from someone else's yard. These ones are specially sent to Madam."

As she spoke, she entered Lin Jin's room holding the plum blossoms, replaced the flowers in the vase from yesterday, and threw them to Xiaoyue, saying, "Take them. These were picked yesterday, and they smell so good."

Xiaoyue went back happily holding Hua Huan. Lianyi smiled helplessly and continued to do her own thing. Thinking of Xiao Changle, she went to the small kitchen to start making soup.

Lin Jin really didn't know how to coax Xiao Changle, so she had to treat her like a child. She even found a storybook and read stories to her every day. At first, Xiao Changle was absent-minded, but after listening for a few days, she found the stories interesting.

"Who wrote these storybooks of yours?" Xiao Changle finally asked. She had also heard the stories in those storybooks, and they were all about infatuated men and resentful women. The storybook in Lin Jin's hand was particularly novel.

"I don't know." Lin Jin touched her nose and lied without changing her expression. Storybooks were not available in this era. She also made some adaptations. How could she explain it? "Just treat it as some random talk. If you like to listen, I will read it to you every day in the future."

Finally found something this little girl likes.

"I don't like it." Xiao Changle refused to admit that he liked this kind of thing. It was just a storybook. What was there to like about it?

"Oh." Lin Jin looked at her hypocritical appearance, laughed secretly, and pretended to be serious, "Okay, but I like it, so you can just be a listener."

Young girls nowadays are so weird.