Invite the wolf into the room

, It can be seen from Chaos's unfocused eyes that his mind is not clear at this time, and he hugs the pillow in his hand tightly in fear, as if it is his only life-saving straw.

"Are you going crazy and not letting me go?"

Thinking that this person in front of him would tie him tightly even if he was crazy, Qiong slammed the door and left with a smile. If he hadn't saved his life to appease the northwest forces, Qiong would have killed him for revenge immediately, but now he I have to be patient, I have to wait until An Chen is officially sealed...

"Poison dumb him."

He coldly gave orders to his subordinates, and Qiong strode away without nostalgia, while the figure curled up in the room was still repeating the phrase 'you are mine'...

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On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, Xue Jingyang returned to Beijing for almost a month and only traveled two-thirds of the way. Just like this, the delicate adults in the mission were still complaining desperately about the terrible weather, and even Butterfly's Young Master Xue was also like a wilted eggplant, he was trapped in his carriage all day long and sighed, he was not complaining about the snowy weather, after all, no one in the mission could wrong him, but Ever since he left the county prince's mansion, he hadn't regained his energy, so he didn't bother to urge them to return to Beijing to return to their orders, so he just continued on his way.

"It's really retribution. I, Xue Jingyang, actually had a day when I didn't think about food and drink for others, and never forget it."

There was a steaming hot pot on the table, and Xue Jingyang was lazily leaning on the couch with a wine glass in his hand, laughing wryly at himself and teasing himself. At this time, the officials of the inn personally came to report that a group of people had moved into the inn. He, Lord Xue Xiaohou, was here, so he wanted to come and pay a visit.

"Did you say who it is?"

Xue Jingyang was not in the mood to see guests at this time, but the cautious character he had cultivated over the years still prevented him from acting recklessly. He thought that if the other party was a petty official, he would meet him politely, and if he was someone with status, he would give up two more. Come to the room.

"It's an old friend surnamed An, who also said that you will definitely meet after listening..."

Before the post officer finished speaking, he saw Xue Jingran, who was originally not very good-natured, stood up, hurriedly called his servant to invite someone over, and also ordered to give them the two upper rooms next to his own. The post officer was taken aback, thinking that the young man who looked so handsome was still some kind of big shot?Fortunately, I didn't neglect them...

They were replaced with warm food and drink, and when only Xue Jingyang, An Chen, and Qiong, who had been forced to stay by them, were left in the room, Xue Jingyang took An Chen's arm and looked at him carefully, with sincere care and pity on his face.

"Why are you in such a hurry? We've only been separated for a month. How thin do you think you have become? After returning to Beijing, Qing Zhe had to blame me for letting me take away the white and tender young man. When he came back, he would be a fat man." A skinny little monkey with a face full of wind and frost..."

Seeing An Chen like this, Xue Jingyang felt pity and was very angry. You said that he is a person with a small face and thin frame, and he doesn't look fat. In addition, he has obviously grown in height in the past two months, and now he is even thinner. As if it could be broken, Xue Jingyang didn't dare to think about how much his brother would feel distressed when he saw someone.

"...Second brother, how can you be so exaggerated."

Except for Ling Qingzhe, no one had ever been so nasty with An Chen, which made him blush uncomfortably, but he didn't push away Xue Jingyang's hands touching his hair and cheeks, because he knew that this person cared for him sincerely.

"Why not, you are not allowed to make such a fuss anymore, just go with our mission honestly, you have to rest for a few days before you can recover."

Xue Jingyang pinched An Chen's flushed little face, thinking that he finally saw this boy's shy look, and then Xue Jingyang's eyes drifted to the person behind An Chen involuntarily, unexpectedly he was also looking at An Chen and himself , the soft light in his eyes made Xue Jingyang's heart tighten violently, even though he knew that the tenderness was not for himself, Xue Jingyang still couldn't come back to his senses in a daze.

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"..."

Keenly aware of Xue Jingyang's gaze, Qiong's eyes moved back to their usual indifference, and he did not avoid Xue Jingyang's gaze, but just looked back at him indifferently.

During the time we spent together in the northwest, although the two of them didn't communicate much, and the conversations were even rarer, Qiong could always feel that the man was paying attention to her gaze, there was no plundering, no evil thoughts, no wretchedness, just Watching clearly and gently...

"No, I have to hurry back to the capital as soon as possible."

An Chen was so tired from the journey that he didn't notice the eyes of the two people around him meeting. He pressed his swollen temple and rejected Xue Jingyang's kindness. He also knew that his body was struggling, so he couldn't fall ill in On the way, there were too many accidents and changes in the capital, even if he had to endure it, he would have to endure it until he returned to Ling Qingzhe's side in order to feel at ease.

"Just be stubborn. Fortunately, we have already left the snow in the north, and the weather gets warmer as we go to the capital. Then I will rush back with you."

Recovered by An Chen's words, Xue Jingyang suggested that he should go back to Beijing with him. Anyway, the mission is only returning to Beijing now, so it doesn't matter whether he follows the main force or not.

"Second brother, you are not in a hurry to return to Beijing, don't worry, I will take care of myself, there is no need to suffer this pain with us."

An Chen shook his head quickly when he heard the words, thinking how the pampered Xue Jingyang could bear the hardships of the journey, if he rode for half a day, he would be torn apart.

"What? You underestimated your second brother and me, so you just let it go, the second brother won't hold you back."

Seeing An Chen's underestimation of him, Xue Jingyang raised his eyebrows and patted An Chen's forehead, then asked the two of them to have some hot food, and the matter of going to Beijing with them was settled.

After eating, he urged the two of them to rest. Xue Jingran, who was left alone, fidgeted in the room for a while, and finally couldn't help the trace of longing in his heart, so he plucked up the courage and walked to Qiong's room. Before, when he was about to knock on the door, the door was opened one step ahead of him, and he saw Qiong in a loose nightgown standing at the door, his loose black hair was still dripping wet.

"What's the matter, Young Master?"

Qiong, who had just finished bathing, sensed Xue Jingyang's aura, because Xue Jingyang only came to him when he had something to do when he was in the northwest, so Qiong simply wiped his body and opened the door for him in a bathrobe.

"Ah? No, nothing, ah no, something..."

Xue Jingyang, who was let into the room, was a little nervous and could not speak for a while. He stared blankly at Qiong's reddish handsome face, and realized that there was no bandage on Qiong's face. Xue Jingyang finally You can clearly see the little powder marks left on his left cheek.

"Young master."

Frowning slightly because of Xue Jingyang's gaffe, Qiong suddenly felt displeased when he saw his surprised eyes staring at his wound. I was startled, did I lose my temper just now?

Years of repressed life have already changed Qiong's character. He can be extremely cold or voluptuous, but that will not be a manifestation of his true emotions. However, at that moment just now, the displeasure in Qiong's heart was directly expressed in on his face.

"Sorry, it's nothing, the one on me is not small..."

Xue Jingyang naturally didn't know what was going on in Qiong's mind. When he saw that he was upset with Qiong, he became even more panicked. He hurriedly pulled off his skirt, revealing a scar on his chest and heart. Being rude, Xue Jingyang froze and cried inwardly, he was so stupid.

"..."

When Xue Jingyang tore off his clothes, Qiong almost slapped him without reflex. He suppressed his instincts, and a large snow-white area on Xue Jingyang's chest was exposed in front of his eyes, with a small light brown bean on it. Especially conspicuous, Qiong blinked at that point, then looked at Xue Jingyang's embarrassed expression, and then his eyes fell on the pink scar on his chest that looked like an arrow wound, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily hooked.

"I was shot by an assassin when I was eight years old. I almost lost my life. At that time, I had to remember my lesson and refused to use the medicine to remove the scar, so now I have such a big scar, so this man... .”

Xue Jingyang tidied up his clothes in embarrassment, noticing that Qiong's mood had eased, Xue Jingyang comforted himself that he did not sacrifice his image in vain.

Although Xue Jingyang has always been in the beauty circle, Xue Jingyang does not really attach importance to beauty. He is indeed amazed by Qiong's appearance, but what really fascinates him is the mind and temperament under the surface, so Qiong's face The scars on his body have no effect on his feelings, Xue Jingyang will only feel sorry for Qiong when he sees it, and feel even more distressed for the pain that Qiong has suffered.

"I don't care. Why did the young master come here?"

After Xue Jingyang made such a fuss, Qiong didn't care about his eyes when he looked at his scars, and simply faced him squarely, asking him what he did here.

"Just call me Jing Yang. You are An Chen's relatives, and you don't need to see each other."

Xue Jingyang finally found his usual self. He picked up the cloth towel that was placed on the table before Qiong and handed it to him, indicating that his hair had not been dried yet.

When Xue Jingyang talks to Qiong, he always avoids the word that he is Uncle An Chen, and he doesn't want to be separated by their seniority.

"..."

Without answering Xue Jingyang's words, Qiong just took a cloth towel and wrapped the end of his hair to let it absorb water, then sat at the table and looked at Xue Jingyang indifferently, waiting for him to speak.

"I'm