Touch the cold

Watching the fish in the pond vomit two bubbles leisurely, Yan Bei got up from the posture of leaning against the pillar, stretched his waist a long way, and walked towards the study of the Qin Mansion.

Yan Bei has been working in Qin's family for two years. Because of his quick handling of affairs, he has gained Qin Yi's trust. He has been entrusted with the management of all the big and small affairs in the house. Slowly, Yan Bei and Qin Yi get along well. Just like ordinary friends.

The study was very messy, and Qin Yi turned over a lot of folk tales on the cabinet on a whim that day, but he didn't bother to care about the messy things, so he pushed them down on Yan Bei's body.Yan Bei looked at the mess in the house and sighed, glanced outside, and shouted: "Chen Ping, come and help me."

Chen Ping, who happened to pass by the door of the study, let out a dumbfounded "Oh", Ren Yanbei grabbed his clothes and dragged him into the study to work.

The two of them spent nearly an hour and a half tidying up in the study before making the place tidy.Yan Bei breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed a large pile of old ledgers and tattered books into Chen Ping's arms.

"Throw these things away," Yan Bei said.

"I don't want any more?" Chen Ping staggered under the weight of this pile of things, and asked with blinking eyes.

"I don't want it anymore, Chen Zhima rotten millet, why keep him." Yanbei waved his hand impatiently, "Go back after throwing it away, you don't have anything to do here."

"Well, I got it." Chen Ping replied sullenly. He never liked Yan Bei's superior attitude, but since his master was protecting this person, he endured the unhappiness and embraced it. The book in the book turned and left.

After Chen Ping left, Yan Bei looked around the room again, and after feeling that there was nothing wrong, he left the study room and closed the door gently.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the lights in each house in the mansion had been lit, reflecting the sparse stars and bright moon in the sky.Yan Bei lifted the clothes on his chest, fanned a little cool wind on his body, listened to two crickets calling from an unknown corner under the steps, thought for a moment, and walked to a small room on the west side.

As he had expected, the hut was lit with candles.Yan Bei opened the door and went in, and saw Song Boyi lying on the table with a book in his arms, staring at the flickering candles on the table, his eyes were a little tired.

"The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty, where are you reading?" Yan Bei stepped into the door and teased Song Boyi.

Song Boyi groaned twice, acting like a fool.

"What?" Yan Bei walked over, stretched out a chair and sat down, took a teacup and poured himself a pot of herbal tea, and drank it in one gulp, "The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty encountered some kind of problem."

"Stop laughing at me." Song Boyi leaned his head on the book, gave Yanbei a blank look, and said, "I'm just confused, and I need to catch my breath."

Yan Bei raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and imitated Song Boyi, stretched his waist on the table, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I didn't make fun of you, I just found it strange that you said you were obviously A little book boy in Qin's residence, he didn't help Qin Yi get fame, but put himself in it."

Song Boyi smiled helplessly, and said, "It's not that you don't know Qin Yi's temperament, let him seek fame? Is it possible?"

"That's right." Yan Bei yawned again, squeezed his sore shoulders, suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the back of Song Boyi's hand and said, "Song Da Zhuangyuan, please don't move."

Song Boyi was startled when he heard the words, but he didn't move at all. Following Yan Bei's gaze, he saw a mosquito landed on the back of his hand, and was inserting its mouthparts into his skin. Song Boyi He frowned, and was about to wave his hand away, but was pressed down by Yan Bei, and said softly, "Don't move."

The mosquito felt a slight vibration, its slender mosquito legs paused, and then continued to move its mouthparts when it felt the surroundings were calm, stabbing into the back of Song Boyi's hand, sucking blood greedily.

Seeing the mosquito's belly swell, Yan Bei raised his hand and slapped it. The mosquito was flattened, leaving a small spot of blood on the back of Song Boyi's hand.

"Hey..." Song Boyi shook his hands in disgust, "Why didn't you let me just blow it away, it just sucked my blood before doing it."

Yan Bei blew on the filth on his hands, and said lightly: "It will come back after you blow it away, it's better to let it sink to death, it's over once and for all."

Song Boyi gave Yan Bei a weird look, and said, "Anyway, it didn't suck your blood."

Yan Bei was overjoyed, rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arms in front of Song Boyi, said with a smile, "It's just two and a half drops of blood, come on, come on, I'll pay you back, suck as much as you want."

Song Boyi glanced at Yan Bei, and without knowing what to think, grabbed his arm, opened his mouth and took a bite on that arm, then turned his head and glanced at Yan Bei again, smiling, without any sign of anger.

"Have you relieved your anger?" Yan Bei asked Song Boyi with a finishing voice.

Song Boyi sighed, shook his head helplessly and said, "You are really covered with thorns all over your body, people don't know where to start your mouth."

Yan Bei didn't deny it either, and got up while putting down the cuffs he was holding, poured himself another cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and said to Song Boyi: "Okay, people with thorns are going to sleep, you are living here." Bar."

Song Boyi smiled, "Leave now? Why did you come here, just to drink two cups of herbal tea?"

"A little bit of conscience?" Song Da Zhuangyuan." Yan Bei glared at Song Boyi, "If I wasn't afraid that you would be bored by yourself, I wouldn't bother to come here."

Song Boyi didn't take it seriously, looked at a red mosquito bag bulging on the back of his hand, waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's alright, alright, you'd better stay away from me."

Yan Bei yawned loudly again, waved his hands out of Song Boyi's room, turned around and walked towards his own room, but made a detour on the way, and stopped in front of Qin Yi's door.It was late at night, but the candles in the house were still on.

Yan Bei quietly moved to the door, leaned against the door and listened to the sound inside, but after listening for a long time, he didn't hear any sound, and was wondering if Qin Yi had already fallen asleep, when he heard a sentence from inside the door: "Do you want to hear What's the sound? I'll let you hear it next time you come, why bother sneaking around there."

Yan Bei was stunned for a moment, then shrugged and opened the door to enter Qin Yi's room, and said with a smile: "That's not necessary, but next time I come to listen to the corner, just don't expose me."

Qin Yi smiled lightly, a cup of hot tea in his hand was steaming, when he saw Yan Bei coming in, he got up from the leaning and said to him with a serious face: "I didn't want to expose you, but there is something I still have to do." You do it."

Yan Bei blinked, and put on a dumbfounding expression, "I said Qin Yi, I just tidied up your messy study, and my arms are still sore. Are you here again? I'm not the only servant in the Qin family. "

Qin Yi raised the corners of his lips, and said slowly: "The Qin family has no shortage of servants, but I can only trust you." After speaking, Qin Yi lowered his head and took out the two pieces of paper that were under the book, not paying attention to Yan Bei's quiet He narrowed his eyes, showing a bit of coldness.