Food on the tip of your tongue

Noticing his abnormality, he stretched out his hand to touch his head and said, "Have a fever?"

Zhang Yonghuan shook his head, "It's nothing, I have a dry-hot physique, and I'm not afraid of the cold."

Qin Yang smiled, and Zhang Yonghuan also grinned stupidly, the warm and comfortable perch lingered in his body, and the air flowing through the meridians made him feel elated.

He stared at Qin Yang with wide eyes, only to see that Qin Yang supported his back with one hand, and said with luck with the other: "Give you some real energy, protect your body."

In an instant, a memory that Zhang Yonghuan was very familiar with surged into his heart. The zhenqi flowing in his body seemed to break free from his body at any time and vent it violently. He said, "Don't do it, I don't want it."

Qin Yang moved his palm away and said, "Why?"

Zhang Yonghuan said calmly: "I can't bear it."

Qin Yang said stubbornly, "Why don't you try to accept it?"

Zhang Yonghuan resolutely said: "With true energy, will I laugh proudly with you?"

Qin Yang was surprised: "..."

Zhang Yonghuan shut up in embarrassment, how the hell did he say everything he thought in his heart?

Qin Yang was overjoyed and said, "Do you understand everything about the past?"

Zhang Yonghuan was speechless, and reluctantly nodded for a long time.

Qin Yang was so excited that he stretched his eyebrows and said, "Then...you treat me..."

Zhang Yonghuan said with a relieved smile, "Can you stop telling me about the past?"

That is not his own memory, Zhang Yonghuan wants to try to find happiness, but he is still a bit awkward and can't turn the corner.

He blinked, feeling more troubled in his heart, so he stopped talking.

After dawn, everyone simply ate dry pancakes and set off. The weather was so unbearable that the cold northwest wind blew.

When the wind picked up, Zhang Yonghuan ate the dust from his nose and mouth. Taking advantage of the time when the soldiers were getting ready to go, he ran to the Luoshui River to wash his face and rinse his mouth with cold water.

Qin Yang also squatted by the river to wash his face, Zhang Yonghuan's thoughts turned, thinking of the night when he first arrived, he saw Qin Yang playing the piano in white clothes, he looked like Gao Jianli, the handsome boy of Qin Dynasty, and now the two were by the river again, Looking at Qin Yang's handsome face, whose face was still stained with water, he said, "The wind is rustling and the water is cold in Luoshui, we brothers will never come back once we're gone—"

Qin Yang was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yonghuan smiled: "Forgive me for being insane in this life, the future is uncertain and the future is uncertain—" Now, he must live with faith, otherwise he will be sorry for this twists and turns!

32. Dry roasted bird eggs

Prince Qing's dignified and elegant figure appeared in front of Zhang Yonghuan, and a row of exclamation marks appeared in Zhang Yonghuan's mind.

Prince Qing, who was dressed in a bright red brocade suit, smiled and walked in front of Qin Yang and Zhang Yonghuan who had traveled through mountains and rivers. His shrewd eyes swept across Zhang Yonghuan's plain face, then looked at Qin Yang and said, "You are the young master of Phoenix Villa. Landlord?"

The corners of Zhang Yonghuan's mouth twitched, and he lowered his eyebrows in a respectful gesture.

Qin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't answer.

"Raise your head." Prince Qing's eyes revealed a sarcasm, "You have such an outstanding father, but you... are nothing more than mediocre."

Qin Yang: "..."

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." Comrade Wang Ye, you have mistaken someone. In fact, I have not inherited my father's outstanding genes at all!

The corner of Prince Qing's mouth was smiling, but he looked at Qin Yang with a faint thoughtful expression. It was too late, and then Prince Qing made a sudden move. Qin Yang barely dodged it nimbly. It caught Prince Qing's throat.

The door of the firewood room where they were imprisoned was tightly closed, and the guards waiting outside would not notice this situation. Everyone including Prince Qing felt a little caught off guard.

The feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed Lord Qing, but he didn't feel afraid at all. He smiled and felt the tighter tiger's mouth on his neck. A cold light flashed by, and the sharp dagger also touched Qin Yang's neck. on the aorta.

Prince Qing's face that looked like a 30-year-old youth after more than [-] years old was even more contemptuous. Zhang Yonghuan jumped on the spot in shock and silently, and then went to drag Prince Qing to point the dagger at Qin Yang Prince Qing glanced at Zhang Yonghuan with a sneer, unable to speak because his neck was tightly clenched, he could only despise the hand of farmer Zhang Yonghuan pulling his arm with vicious eyes.

Zhang Yonghuan tried his best to pull Prince Qing's hand, but the prince was so determined and amazing that he was able to bear Zhang Yonghuan's pull steadily.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him discouraged, "Relax, my lord."

Prince Qing stared: "..."

Continuing to bite the bullet and pull the prince, Qin Yang couldn't hold back his expression, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said, "Stop pulling!" He let go of the hand that was holding Prince Qing's throat, and he knew that it would be unwise to openly confront Prince Qing now things.

Zhang Yonghuan nodded stupidly, and let go of Prince Qing's hand.

Prince Qing looked at him in disdain, and also withdrew the dagger that was on Qin Yang's neck: "Where is your father?" He coughed lightly and asked sharply.

Qin Yang rolled up his sleeves in disdain, "No comment."

Prince Qing laughed, and glanced at Qin Yang condescendingly, with a disgusted expression in his eyes.

Qin Yang quietly sat down on the broken stool in the firewood room, watching his nose, nose and heart.

Zhang Yonghuan, who was regarded as a little transparent, licked his face and smiled flatteringly at Prince Qing, "My lord, can you give us something to eat?" They have been hungry all day and night, and they don't even treat prisoners like this!

Prince Qing asked again impatiently: "Are you really not going to tell me the whereabouts of your father?" His cold eyes ignored Zhang Yonghuan, and fell on Qin Yang's pleasing face again.

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." It's not his fault that he looks ordinary, it's all due to his genes!

Qin Yang frowned: "Dead."

Zhang Yonghuan took the words and explained: "It's really dead, didn't the prince send someone to find the grave where the old owner of Phoenix Villa is buried?"

Prince Qing scolded angrily: "Presumptuous!"

Zhang Yonghuan shrank his neck in fright, "My lord, forgive me, my lord, forgive me."

Qin Yang looked at him and said, "Come and sit down." He patted the rotten stool beside him, motioning for Zhang Yonghuan to sit on it.

Zhang Yonghuan nodded and bowed to the prince, and thankfully watched Qin Yang walk over and sit down.

Prince Qing glared at Qin Yang deeply, and said again: "What's the name of your entourage?"

Qin Yang pretended to be arrogant and kept silent.

Zhang Yonghuan said with a doggy smile to Prince Qing: "The villain is called grass root, but the prince can call the villain Xiaocao or Dagen."

Large root?Qin Yang had an impure thought in his mind...

Prince Qing's expression changed, and he said amiably, "Master Young Master, what do you have to say now?"

Qin Yang said coldly: "I have nothing to say." Looking at Lord Qing with the same smile, "I don't know what grievances and grievances my father has with my father, which provoked my father to make such a fuss and want to put him to death?"

Prince Qing proudly said: "Personal grievances."

Qin Yang said: "Since it is a personal grievance, it should have nothing to do with me. My father has passed away, so why is the prince still unwilling to give up?"

died?Prince Qing sneered: "You guarantee that what you said is true?"

Qin Yang also sneered, dismissively.

Obviously, Qin Yang is not a sociable person. Zhang Yonghuan guessed this. How could a once infinitely powerful and arrogant person like Qin Yang be timid to deal with the prince.

The gentle Qin Yang in front of him, and the other side hidden in the dark, the current Zhang Yonghuan can probably understand all about it.

Zhang Yonghuan is a person who is good at escaping reality, and this shortcoming has made him despise and cast aside countless times, so he lives with faith!This is what Zhang Yonghuan kept in mind to remind himself all the time.

He boldly ignored the freezing atmosphere in the firewood room, and said respectfully to Prince Qing: "My lord... the owner of Phoenix Mountain Villa has really survived forever, so you should be merciful and show kindness to let him be a ghost." Do it with ease!"

Isn't it just hooking up with your Prince Qing's direct relative, the eldest brother of the emperor?The emperor didn't even stand up to speak out, why are you, Prince Qing, so caring?As the saying goes, the emperor is not in a hurry for eunuchs... no, the prince is in a hurry.

Prince Qing's expression was cold, and he said: "This prince hates him very much, even if he does something like a ghost, he doesn't want to let him go."

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." The prince's hatred for his father is too...extreme.

"That..." Zhang Yonghuan dryly smiled at Prince Qing and flattered him: "Prince Qing has both ability and political integrity, and has a great reputation. The common people all admire and worship him as a holy god..."

"God?" Prince Qing interrupted him sharply: "Little tongue-twister, how can you be so presumptuous in front of this king, come here... drag him out to this king and beat him fifty times..."

The door of the firewood room was pushed open, and several guards from the palace walked in, holding a big knife and driving Zhang Yonghuan out.

"Prince Song Qing!" Qin Yang called the prince by his name bluntly, "The matter of the Phoenix Villa has nothing to do with him. If the matter is really a big mess and the emperor knows about it...how do you think the emperor will view this matter?"

King Qing's complexion changed suddenly, "How dare you be so presumptuous after being a prisoner of this king, Mr. Zhang... It seems that if this king doesn't give you some color, you won't obediently submit to my majesty!"

Zhang Yonghuan yelled in horror: "My lord, calm down...Xiaomin is weak and cannot withstand the tossing of fifty big boards..."

King Qing: "..."

Qin Yang took the small red flame-shaped jade that Zhang Yonghuan threw to him when he arrived in Kaifeng from his arms, "This... the prince needs it."

King Qing took the jade, looked at Qin Yang in a daze, raised his hand and said, "You wait and obey!"

The guards looked at each other in blank dismay, they were used to their master's erratic temper, they respectfully bowed to Prince Qing and left the firewood room.

Zhang Yonghuan handed it to Qin