Touch the cold

After Yanbei threw the strange book to Qin Yi, he turned around and hid in Song Boyi's room, having fun while playing with his ink pen.

"What are you happy about? Have you eaten honey shit?" Song Boyi was so confused by him that he couldn't read the book, so he raised his head and asked.

Yan Bei dipped the ink pen in the ink, and said with a smile, "I offended someone today."

Song Boyi frowned: "Who did you offend?"

"Qin Yi." Yan Bei shook his head and said.

"Don't you offend him every day?" Song Boyi didn't think the answer was strange, and said lazily.

"It's different this time." Yan Bei said while knocking the ink pen in his hand on the inkstone, making a pile of ink dots on Song Boyi's book, "I bet you, this time he probably wants to mad at me."

"I won't bet with you." Song Boyi stretched the book spread out on the table away from Yanbei, and asked again: "Why are you messing with him?"

Yan Bei smiled and didn't answer, just tapped the ink pen in another direction, pointed to the book on the table and asked Song Boyi, "Why are you still reading these things, haven't you finished this year's imperial examination?"

"If you don't win." Song Boyi said, "If you don't win, won't I have to participate next year?"

"Oh, stubborn." Yan Bei wrinkled his nose and commented.

Song Boyi was amused by Yan Bei's appearance, looked at him and smiled and said, "You still say I'm stubborn, you look like an old scalper now."

"It was an old scalper." Yan Bei put down the ink pen in his hand, stretched his waist, and continued: "I have to take care of all the big and small things of the Qin family, and I am really tired. I just hope that after I leave the Qin Mansion, I can be more leisurely."

Song Boyi was startled, and asked in surprise, "Are you leaving?"

Yan Bei nodded, and there was some tenderness in the slight curvature of his lips, "I can't stay in the Qin Mansion forever. Isn't it the same for you? When you pass the exam, get promoted, and get paid Cai, will you still stay in the Qin residence?"

Song Boyi's eyes darkened, and then he raised his face and asked Yan Bei, "Where do you want to go after you leave the Qin Mansion?"

Yanbei hooked his neck with both hands and leaned back, and said vaguely: "Go to a cleaner place." After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Song Boyi and said with a teasing smile: "Do you want to go with me?"

When Song Boyi was asked by Yan Bei, his ears suddenly felt numb, and he gave him a quick look, and said, "Why should I go with you? I really want to"

"Stop, stop, stop." Seeing that Song Boyi was about to start a long speech again, Yan Bei quickly stopped him by stretching out his hand, "It's best if you don't follow me, lest I have to worry about a bookworm like you." .”

Song Boyi gave Yan Bei a white look, looked sideways at the ink spots on the table that had dried up by Yan Bei, and suddenly asked unwillingly, "Are you really going?"

Yan Bei just smiled, with a heartless look on his face.

When Yan Bei went to look for Qin Yi the next day, he actually hesitated at his door for a long time, and he couldn't figure out what kind of reaction Qin Yi would have after reading that book, but he felt that with Qin Yi With Yi's temperament, it is impossible for him to fly into a rage.

Sure enough, after Yan Bei knocked on the door and went in, he saw Qin Yi got up early as usual, and was putting a light blue black silk robe on himself.

Yan Bei licked his lips and coughed again, before saying to Qin Yi: "Prepare it earlier, it's still the ones you like. I asked about the account yesterday, and there is no problem."

Qin Yi slowly put on his clothes, and after listening to Yan Bei's words, he only nodded slightly, and then set his eyes on Yan Bei's body.

"What are you looking at me for?" Yan Bei pretended to be indifferent, "If you don't go to eat, the food will be cold."

"No hurry." Qin Yi only replied quietly, pulled out the book Yan Bei left for him yesterday from the table, flipped through two pages, just in time opened the portrait of Yan Bei, and pushed it into the sunlight .

"I didn't know you still had such a preference." Qin Yi asked Yan Bei, tapping the pages of the book.

Yanbei had known that he would question himself like this, so he just smiled and said the answer he had thought of long ago: "There is nothing unusual about this, but one party buys and the other sells, each takes what he needs."

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes, and there was a bit of sternness in his eyes, but the sternness made Yan Bei want to laugh.

Qin Yi raised his finger, and turned the book to the last few pages, "Is this what you said, what you need?"

Yan Bei raised his eyebrows and glanced at the paintings, and said with a leisurely smile, "It's true, the taste here is something you can't experience without experience."

Qin Yi's brain swelled for no reason when he heard Yan Bei's unpleasant words, but his habitual cold temper for many years still reminded him to calm down, so he closed the book slowly, and asked Yan Bei lightly: "What's the matter?" How long have you been doing this kind of thing?"

"It's been a long time, so long that I don't even remember myself." Yan Bei continued with a smile and said, in fact, he had never done this at all. When he was begging for food when he was young, some masters really wanted to catch him Go back to be a child prostitute, but Yan Bei would rather be beaten with a black nose and a swollen face than follow.As for his portrait, it was really just to annoy Qin Yi, he randomly found a painter on the corner of the street to paint it, and stuffed it into the book.

As for why he was angry with Qin Yi, Yan Bei didn't have an accurate answer in his heart, but in short, he wanted to use this matter as a gamble.

Qin Yi stared at Yan Bei with icy eyes, but didn't say anything else, but walked out of the house to have breakfast, leaving Yan Bei in the room in a daze before following up.

Qin Yi looked cold and calm on the surface, but his heart was in a mess like a bundle of hemp ropes. He just stared at the breakfast and had no appetite at all, so he subconsciously swallowed two mouthfuls of porridge.

"What's the matter, it's not to your liking? How about I ask the cook to make a new one for you." Yan Bei said beside him, but there was obviously a bit of fuel on the fire in his words.

"No need." Qin Yi just pushed the bowl on the table, and said, "Yanbei, from today onwards, don't step into the Qin residence again."

Yan Bei was stunned for a while after hearing this, and then blinked his eyes for a long time before asking Qin Yi, "Are you serious?"

"Really." Qin Yi said, "For the sake of your contribution to the Qin family, I will give you a few more dogs."

Yan Bei was a little surprised, but he also felt that Qin Yi's actions were reasonable, but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't know whether he had lost the bet or won the bet.

Yan Bei only sneered at the end, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

And this "Young Master Qin" made Qin Yi's chest feel as if he had been hammered.

After that day, Yan Bei did not enter the Qin residence again.