steal bi

The doctor came and was about to meet some adults when Mei Yingxian stopped him and dragged him over.

It took Yuan Zanbi a long time to turn his head away, and Qiao Yu watched his chest rise and fall slowly without blinking, as if he was still breathing and concentrating.

The two were sent to the inner room to see their injuries.

Qiao Yu leaned on the cold armor, feeling strangely proud in his heart, "Yuan Bi—" he dragged his voice and called Yuan Zanbi, not using the old yin and yang, it seemed a bit teasing inside.

Yuan Zanbi said in a low voice: "I'll talk about it later."

Besides the doctor and Mei Yingxian in the room, Qiao Yu glanced at him with a half-smile, but actually stopped talking.

Mei Yingxian felt that Qiao Yu looked at the Yuanzan pen in a strange way, although he himself looked at the Yuanzan pen in a strange way, Mei Yingxian had never seen anyone so fond of staring at one person, but today was different, In the past, he seemed to be looking at something that he couldn't put it down, maintaining a proper liking, only admiring it, and not playing with it, but now it seems that he has to take off the armor of Yuan Zanbi and look at it inside and out.

Mei Yingxian couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

Qiao Yu propped up his chin, allowing the doctor to pick out the fabric on his burned calf with a knife.

He looked at the Yuanzan pen from beginning to end, as if it didn't hurt at all.

The maid brought wet wipes, Qiao Yu took them and wiped her face clean.

Yuan Zan didn't know where to put his pen hand. As soon as he put it on his knee, Qiao Yu reached out to pull his wrist.

The wrist armor was cold, and the fit of Qiao Yu's five fingers on the wrist armor of Yuanzan pen meant that he should catch the cold, but it was Yuan Zan pen who pulled his hand away suddenly.

Seeing his fidgeting look, Qiao Yu found it very interesting, and wished he was on the verge of death again, to see if Yuan Zanbi would pretend to be calm?Or cry out?

Qiao Yu tapped Yuan Zanbi's arm with her fingers, "Master Yuan, why don't you speak?"

Yuan Zanbi was silent for a long time, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Yu, who was still stern and motionless just now, suddenly exclaimed, startled the doctor who was looking at his wounds, and recalled the prestige of this Prime Minister Qiao Yu, almost knelt down and asked Qiao Yu what was wrong.

Qiao Yu lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be water in his eyes, "It hurts." He put his hand in front of Yuan Zanbi, "Master Yuan blow?"

There were several narrow wounds on the back of Qiao Yu's hands, and the wounds were already red and swollen.

Yuan Zanbi: "..."

Mei Yingxian: "..."

He wanted to pick out his eyeballs!

He really felt sorry for Yuan Zanbi at the moment, not to mention getting along with a moody lunatic like Qiao Yu day and night, he also had to face Qiao Yu's molestation all the time.

Mei Yingxian was very considerate, ran out and took the fan from the medicine stove, and handed it to Yuan Zanbi respectfully with both hands.

Qiao Yu tilted his head, his gaze sharpened.

Mei Yingxian's hands trembled.

Qiao Yu said: "Master Mei, you have nothing to do here, you can go back and rest."

His tone was gloomy, as though Mei Yingxian didn't want to rest, and he wanted to let Mei Yingxian rest once and for all.

Yuan Zan's pen hesitated to speak.

This appearance is similar to the oppressed petty official that Mei Yingxian saw before, and Mei Yingxian felt that Yuan Zanbi was pitiful, as if he was going to force him into prostitution and push Master Yuan into the fire pit, he said without hesitation : "I'm not tired, I want to take care of my lord's injury."

Besides, the handle is in the hands of two people. Whether he leaves today or not, he will offend one of them.

Rather than flattering the unreliable Qiao Yu, it's better to flatter Yuan Zanbi who doesn't lie but usually doesn't lie.

Qiao Yu raised his hand, "No need."

What he said was so decisive, if Mei Yingxian really cared about his injury, he would feel extremely sad.

"I am concerned about Mr. Yuan's injury." Mei Yingxian added.

Qiao Yu looked at him even colder.

"Master Yuan's injury has nothing to do with General Mei." Qiao Yu smiled brightly, "What do you think, Yuan Bi."

Yuan Zanbi sat as if in a state of transformation, his eyes were empty, and he remained motionless.

Qiao Yu hissed lightly.

Yuan Zan tilted his head, met Qiao Yu's eyes, and then turned around again.

Qiao Yu couldn't help laughing.

No matter how she looked at it, Mei Yingxian felt that this smile was full of villainous success.

Yuan Zanbi lowered his head.

Qiao Yu's leg was injured by the beam, and there was still a burn on the ankle, which had been covered with medicine, and it looked particularly horrifying against the pure white background.

The doctor said some taboos tremblingly, and then said to Yuan Zan: "Is your lord injured?"

Yuan Zanbi shook his head, "I'm fine."

Qiao Yu repeated indifferently, "Yuan Bi is fine, Mr. Mei, please come back."

He said please, but it was almost the same as roll.

Mei Yingxian let out a long sigh, looked at Yuan Zanbi with concern, and left with the doctor.

As soon as the room fell silent, Qiao Yu said, "Yuan Bi, my wound hurts."

Yuan Zan wrote: "You don't hurt."

He was telling the truth, because Qiao Yu's legs had been broken, and she had long been unconscious, and the pain she said just now was nothing more than unreasonable trouble.

Qiao Yu said with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Yuan, you can change your face like turning the pages of a book."

Yuan Zanbi was silent.

So Qiao Yu stretched out his hand, Yuan Zanbi wanted to hide but because of his injury, he had no choice but to let Qiao Yu touch his ear, which was slightly hot.

Yuanzan's brush is not visible on the surface, if he hadn't touched it with his own hands, Qiao Yu probably wouldn't know how much Yuanzan's pen is sitting on pins and needles at the moment.

"Oh, just now there was a Master Yuan who thought that Zhenxiang was about to die, and he was about to shed tears." Qiao Yu slid down with one hand and lifted the chin of Yuanzan pen, "Let Zhenxiang see if he can still cry come out."

Yuan Zan pen tilted back, avoiding Qiao Yu's hand.

Qiao Yu sighed, "Yuan Zanbi, you said that if someone in the court disagrees with you in everything, and his background is different from yours, you should not die. Seeing that the other party is in prison, what should you do?"

Yuan Zanbi looked at him expressionlessly, only his ears were getting hotter and hotter.

"If it's the truth, the truth will definitely make things worse, and I wish he could die without a place to bury him." Qiao Yu said; "It's just that Mr. Yuan seems to be the exact opposite."

"I……"

"Could it be that Mr. Yuan once practiced Buddhism, it's really disrespectful and disrespectful." Qiao Yu is extremely vicious, he won't coax others when he sees anger, he will only make people more and more angry, let's see how angry he can get.

Qiao Yu said: "Speaking of which, Master Yuan has saved Zhenxiang more than once, and the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, and Zhenxiang has nothing good in him." Yuan Zanbi choked up when he heard this, "Why don't you promise it with your body? .”

Yuan Zanbi took a deep breath and said, "Please, Mr. Qiao, don't take revenge."

Qiao Yu wasn't angry at all at this time, he pinched Yuan Zanbi's red earlobe, and said: "Master Yuan, no matter what you say at this time, you will feel that you are duplicity, and become angry from embarrassment." What's so bad about the truth? You married not only the beauty of the truth, but also the prime minister of the Wei Dynasty. You and I are good friends in Qin and Jin, and maybe you can turn the poor family into a jade."

Yuan Zanbi shook his head, "No."

Then the emperor will try every means to keep the two away from the court early.

"Aren't you willing to marry the truth?"

Yuan Zan pen nodded heavily.

Qiao Yu squeezed his chin, "Then I can marry you, but I still want you to marry me, because I'm afraid I won't be able to ride a horse on the wedding day, so I can only sit in a sedan chair."

Yuan Zan wrote: "I really don't covet Qiao Xiang."

Qiao Yu let out a long oh.

Qiao Yu said: "You have repeatedly tried to tell the truth that you and I have nothing to do with each other, but Mr. Yuan seems to really not want to let the truth die?"

He simply lay on the leg of Yuanzan pen, took off his armor, and tore off the hairpin of Yuanzan pen.

He has a special liking for Yuan Zanbi's hair, which is soft and slippery, how can it look like this extremely cold man?

"Master Yuan is reluctant?" He lightly pulled Yuan Zanbi's hair, forcing the other party to look down at him.

Yuan Zanbi didn't speak.

He is not an eloquent person, and often has nothing to say when facing Qiao Yu's questions.

He lowered his eyes, and he still vividly remembered the past.

After Yuan Zhanying was seriously injured, they were under surveillance, and all the correspondence between them was unpacked and inspected quietly. Letters with so-called unfavorable content could not be sent or received at all, so the first thing Yuan Zhanying did after waking up was Tell him to go back to Zhongzhou.

The arrow cluster was highly poisonous, Yuan Zanying escaped from death, and when he was half asleep and half awake, he said, "Go back to Zhongzhou, tell Mr. Qiao... to go."

The 16-year-old Yuan Zanbi was frightened and hurried back to Zhongzhou.

At this time, it was the beginning of Ningyou's tenth year, and there was no Ningyou party case yet.

He thought about a lot of things on the way, thinking of Yuan Zhanying's dredging up and down since he was dismissed from office, thinking of the warnings from his family, and thinking of Qiao Yu who didn't want him to travel around the world with Yuan Zhanying.

He is a young man, but he is not stupid.

If the assassination of Yuan Zanying was done by the emperor, what would the emperor do to other officials who participated in the reform?

It took two days and two nights to get the Yuanzan pen from the border of Qianzhou to Wangcheng, Zhongzhou.

It rained heavily in Qianzhou, but it was sunny in Zhongzhou.

He galloped to the front of Qiao's mansion, and saw his father whom he hadn't seen for several years.

Yuan Congjing was aloof, looking at the youngest son with scrutiny, his eyes slipped from the young man's pale face, and landed on his mud-spattered clothes, "Yuan Bi." His father called him.

Yuan Zanbi stared blankly at Yuan Congjing, opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound for a long while.

It's not that he didn't see the black-armored guards beside Yuan Congjing, and it's not that he didn't hear the cries in Qiao's mansion.

Yuan Congjing has been in charge of prisons since the first emperor's dynasty, and he was called the Marquis of Qianji in the court.

Yuan Zanying had the closest relationship with Qiao Yi when he became an official in the court. The two were like-minded, and they must be called confidants. It was also a good story for a while. The two did not know each other in the court. Jing student, and Yuan Zanying are also considered friends of bamboo horses.

Yuan Zanying, who reformed with him, is an old friend, and the person who sent him to prison today is a teacher, who killed people and punished them, but that's all.

Yuan Cong said indifferently: "Yuan Cong made a big mistake, don't be with him in the future, after today, come back home with me." Seeing that his youngest son's eyes were red, he seemed to hold back his tears, and there was nothing to say anymore. interest in speaking.

Qiao Yi's hair was loose when she was escorted out, but she still looked graceful, somewhat similar to Yuan Zanying who was struggling on the sick bed.

He was also stunned for a while when he saw Yuan Congjing, wondering if he should call Yuan Congjing a teacher again on such an occasion, in full view of everyone.

Qiao Yu was young, and looked like a beautiful young man with no power to restrain a chicken, and he didn't even wear a shackle.

When he first saw Yuan Cong Jing and Yuan Zanbi together, it was like five thunders hitting the top, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Yuan Zanbi suddenly said: "Father, I have something to say to Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu looked in his direction without blinking.

The young man rarely spoke to him, Yuan Congjing was silent for a moment, "Speak now."

Yuan Zanbi got off his horse and didn't rest for two days and two nights. He staggered and staggered. When he walked in front of Qiao Yu, he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and threw himself into his arms.

At the moment before the Yuanzan pen fell down, he whispered in Qiao Yu's ear, "Sword."

Qiao Yu suddenly pulled out the sword from Yuan Zanbi's waist, and put it on his neck.

Everyone was shocked, but it was too late to stop them.

The sword is at the neck, as long as Yuan Zanbi tilts his head slightly, he can kill himself.

Yuan Zanbi smiled very lightly.

His tears fell suddenly.

"Father," he said, as if terrified.

Yuan Jing looked at Qiao Yu coldly, "Even if you hijack Yuan Bi, you can leave, but Qiao Yi and your mother cannot."

Qiao Yi looked at the two worriedly, and shook his head slightly at Qiao Yu.

Mrs. Qiao, wearing shackles, did not forget to stroke her hair, "Okay, you are indeed my son of the Qiao family!" The woman laughed, as if she was very happy.

The boy holding the sword has encountered a big change today, but his hand is still very steady, not at all deflected.

"grown ups!"

"My lord, please make a quick decision!"

Yuan Congjing's eyes fell on Yuan Zanbi. For the first time, he found that the youngest son was so similar to the eldest son. They were obedient on the surface, but in fact they would do things that everyone did not expect.

"Let him go." Yuan Cong said.

Qiao Yu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Yuan Zan's gaze returned to Qiao Yu, but he still hesitated.

After Yuan Zhanying was dismissed from office, for a while he did not hesitate to dredge up and down the management. He hated it the most before, but later he had to. Gaomen, I was awarded an official position when I entered the court for the first time, and I became the prime minister for less than half a year, no different from the prime minister, so the court was full of envy, but everyone said that I was worthy of the name. In the next few years, I was the most favored and trusted in the court. Looking at it now," he threw the letter into the stove, saw the snow-white letter paper being swallowed by the flames, and the soot fell down, "I still can't keep anyone."

Qiao Yu said: "Master Yuan, why don't you speak?"

Yuan Zanbi looked at Qiao Yu's injured leg.

Qiao Yu was taller and thinner than ordinary people, her legs had not seen the light for many years, and they were almost dazzlingly white.

Qiao Yu said, "What?"

Before he could change his clothes, there was still blood on the fabric of his thigh.

Yuan Zanbi frowned slightly, and said, "You still have injuries?"

Qiao Yu spoke casually, "What injury?"

Yuan Zan pointed at his leg, but Qiao Yu said, "Blood rubbed on it."

These legs are very long. Qiao Yu has been in a wheelchair for many years, but her legs are not so weak.

Yuan Zan wrote: "Isn't Qiao Xiang feeling the slightest bit in his legs?"

Qiao Yu said dissatisfied: "You answer the question of the truth first."

Yuan Zanbi said decisively: "I can't bear it."

"Why are you reluctant?"

Yuan Zan wrote: "Qiao Xiang."

Qiao Yu swallowed a breath and said, "No."

Yuan Zanbi looked at his legs thoughtfully.

Even if Qiao Yu was a fool, he could feel Yuan Zanbi's gaze on his lap. He stood up slightly, and didn't think there was anything interesting, and Yuan Zanbi was not a person who would stare at people's legs.

Qiao Yu said, "Master Yuan?"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zanbi suddenly reached out and pressed his uninjured ankle.

The fingers of the Yuanzan pen were warm, and they brushed across the texture with moderate force, leaving extremely light red marks.

The author has something to say:

Qiao Xiang's daily entanglements: Is Yuan Zanbi molesting the truth?