As soon as he said these words, Yu Qin's hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly, and the snowflakes fell to the ground silently.

Yu Qin's long hair was half-tied today. The dark hair was soaked in the snow and hung wetly on his chest.

Yan Yunhe looked at that hair, it was the soft hair that he had once held, the gentle dream that seduced him that night.

Injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging yourself eight hundred. Looking at Yu Qin's appearance, it seems that he really has a sweetheart.

When did it happen? Did it happen when he was at the border? Who was it? Could it be Zhao Yi? Impossible, Zhao Yi is not worthy, and Yu Qin is not so bad-sighted. Is it because he does not have comprehensive information about Yu Qin?

Maybe after returning home, I need to ask Fang Zhizhou for a record file to see what Yu Qin has done in the capital over the years, and go through it to find out who he is.

He was so lost in his thoughts that when Yu Qin's voice reached his ears, he didn't hear what the other party said.

"What did you say?" Yan Yunhe replied.

Yu Qin looked at him quietly: "I said, there is no such person."

Lying, Yan Yunhe thought.

But then I thought, maybe Yu Qin wasn't lying. How could someone like Yu Qin fall in love with someone else.

They stared at each other, and time seemed to have stagnated. It was not until the noise around them struck again that Yan Yunhe retracted his gaze.

The stall owner set up a snow-proof shed, and a mother called her children home on the road.

Yu Qin closed his umbrella and shook off the snowflakes on it. He sat across from Yan Yunhe and ordered a piece of glutinous rice dumplings from the boss.

Yan Yunhe asked, "Why are you so free, sir? Tomorrow is the sacrificial ceremony, so you must be very busy."

"Taking some time out of the busy schedule," Yu Qin replied simply.

In the eyes of Yan Yunhe, every move of Yu Qin now has a purpose. It's just that he couldn't figure out where else You Zhihe could attract the attention of the Jin Yiwei commander.

Could it be that Yu Qin has discovered that the person hiding under this skin is him?

You Liang could tell at a glance that the current identity was related to him because of his curly hair and eye color. How could a man as wise as a demon like Yu Qin not have doubts?

Maybe it is because of doubts that one keeps approaching and testing again and again.

Yan Yunhe's thoughts changed and he followed his heart: "Sir, since we are so destined, would you like to have some warm wine together later?"

Yu Qin simply washed his spoon with tea and took a bite of glutinous rice balls. , there was no expression on his face, but he didn’t seem to like the taste of the glutinous rice balls.

After hearing Yan Yunhe's words, Yu Qin replied: "Where can we drink, Nanfeng Pavilion?"

The smile on Yan Yunhe's face froze: "Do you want to drink there?"

"No." Yu Qin replied calmly. Fast and straightforward.

Yan Yunhe's fake smile retracted a little: "I don't think much about it."

Yu Qin didn't like sweets, but You Zhihe in front of him ate very quickly. Seeing that he was addicted to sweets, he took a bite of glutinous rice balls and his eyebrows relaxed. . It looks like a child, and a little sweetness will satisfy you.

Yu Qin wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said, "One more bowl?"

Yan Yunhe looked at his bowl. There was more than half left in his bowl, and Yu Qin only ate one. He touched Yu Qin's bowl with his spoon. This was a very rude behavior, but Yan Yunhe didn't care: "It's too wasteful, sir."

Yu Qin nodded and said, "Indeed."

Yan Yunhe picked it up without any fuss. Yu Qin took the bowl and put all the glutinous rice balls into his bowl. He didn't eat dinner, so he didn't feel full after eating two bowls of glutinous rice balls.

The snow stopped quickly, and by the time they stepped out of the stall, the road was deserted due to the snow. The restaurant that Yan Yunhe wanted to go to was still open, and Yan Yunhe brought people into the restaurant with ease and familiarity.

The store was small, the smell of wine was fragrant, and there was no one there. The waiter leaned against the counter and took a nap.

Hearing the sound of someone entering the store, he lazily stood up and asked the guest what kind of drink he wanted to drink.

Today, Yun Yun and Yu Qin were both dressed in regular clothes, and their identities could not be identified, but their temperament and appearance were not that of ordinary people. The waiter woke up and began to introduce the fine wines in the store diligently.

However, these two guests seemed to be from wealthy families. One ordered the cheapest fruit wine, and the other ordered peach blossom wine with a very low alcohol content.

Fruit wine is sweet, so why would you like to drink it at a banquet? When he was in the frontier, he didn't like burning knives that much. He just thought the smell was too strong and spicy, but the place was cold and there was nothing he could do.

After returning to the capital, there is no need to wrong yourself anymore.

However, the wine ordered by Yu Qin surprised him: "Your Excellency is so elegant. Instead of coming to a place like this to drink flower wine, it would be better to go to Nanfeng Pavilion to drink it."

This flower wine is not that flower wine. Why is the banquet cloud so ill-intentioned? Missed the chance to tease Yu Qin.

In the warm store, Yu Qin untied his fur coat, folded it and put it aside: "If I go to the Nanfeng Pavilion, will the young master pour me wine with his own hands?"

This is what Yun He pretended to be a waiter at that dinner. , deliberately pouring wine and forcing Yu Qin to drink it.

Yan Yunhe peeled a peanut and threw it into his mouth: "Why are you drunk before you drink?"

Yu Qin smiled and said nothing, which made Yan Yunhe feel a little depressed. He shot himself in the foot. He might as well have done something else. Provoke Yu Qin.

The wine was served quickly, and after a few drinks, there was a sudden commotion in the street. There was the sound of armor and knives clashing, and the sound of horse hooves trampling on the stone road.

Some doors were violently kicked open, things were knocked over and smashed, some women panicked, and the children cried repeatedly.

The waiter immediately shrank behind the counter. Yan Yunhe stood up and went to look at the street, but his shoulder was pressed by Yu Qin from the opposite side.

"The streets are too chaotic. It's best for me, young master, not to go out."

Looking at Yu Qin's

calm expression, Yan Yunhe pressed the corner of the table: "Have you known this for a long time?" Listening attentively to the sound, Yan Yunhe asked. : "Is the government taking someone? Who is it?"

Yu Qin didn't even raise his head: "Young Master will know tomorrow."

Yan Yun was not happy with his pretense, but the hand on his shoulder was still there. Release it so that he can't move.

It's not that he really can't move, he just insists on moving because he's afraid of starting a fight again. If the tables, chairs and benches are smashed and require compensation, Master Yu's already poor life will be even worse.

He said how could Yu Qin appear on the street without anything happening? Did he really know what was about to happen?

Which important officials of the court lived on this street? Yan Yunhe quickly listed the names of many people in his mind, and finally stopped at the least likely and most likely person.

King Wu has just returned to Beijing!

Why was the King of Wu arrested? Could it be that...the gunpowder smuggling case was related to the King of Wu? !

Impossible. King Wu is just an idle prince who spends his days eating, drinking and having fun. After the rebellion, some officials in the court recommended King Wu. However, King Wu is obviously too old and does not meet the expectations of Empress Dowager Jiang and Elder Yuan Ge.

During that time, King Wu even pretended to be ill and refused to see anyone. He proved with practical actions that he had no intention of fighting for power and gain.

After Emperor Cheng Jing ascended the throne, King Wu went to the vassal territory. He had been honest and honest these years and did not dare to cause trouble.

How could it be King Wu! Why is it the King of Wu!

What Yan Yunhe was worried about was not whether King Wu had rebelled, but if King Wu really rebelled, there would be more people involved than imagined.

When King Wu was young, he also fought with the army and achieved some success.

But this achievement is not eye-catching under the light of Prince Youyi.

However, these experiences also allowed King Wu to accumulate some connections. Qi Shaolian, who is now guarding the border, his master is an old friend of King Wu.

Yan Yunhe was full of doubts and just wanted to go back to Fang Mansion immediately and ask Fang Zhizhou.

He thought about the look on Fang Zhizhou's face when he read the account book that night. Could it be that Fang Zhizhou had already guessed at that time that the person depicted in the account book would involve King Wu.

Why did Emperor Cheng Jing ask him not to restore his identity so quickly? It was because if King Wu really rebelled, Qi Shaolian would most likely be recalled to the capital, and Qi Shaolian must be left in the frontier! He must see His Majesty!

Yan Yunhe couldn't sit down anymore, so he pushed Yu Qin's hand away and walked out in a hurry.

The streets were brightly lit, and the soldiers' armor reflected the cold light. I don't know how many people were dispatched, and the queue was endless.

Pedestrians dispersed one after another, but the day before the sacrifice was supposed to be held, the battle was so loud.

The soldiers drove the passers-by away, while Yan Yunhe stood conspicuously on the side of the street. Even when the team passed by, he did not move out of the way.

Someone saw him blocking the road and unceremoniously raised the back of his knife and hit him on the head.

Just as Yanyun He was about to raise his hands to block it, his clothes tightened around his neck, and the scabbard grazed his cheek, leaving a slight pain. He was dragged by Yu Qin and forcefully pulled into the alley next to the restaurant.

"Young Master, do you want to die?" Yu Qin said in a relaxed tone, but his eyes looked faintly at the soldier outside.

After remembering the other party's appearance in his mind, Yu Qin lowered his head and said, "Even if you see who you want to arrest, what's the use?"

Yan Yunhe knew that Yu Qin detained him on purpose, but he didn't know that Yu Qin had detained him deliberately. Was Qin really afraid that he would act impulsively, or did he simply want to delay him in order to achieve his goal?

He didn't want to guess now, too lazy to guess.

"Sir, I have to go home." Yan Yunhe said.

Yu Qin looked at the bruise on Yan Yunhe's face and said, "We haven't finished drinking yet."

"Next time," Yan Yunhe said casually.

Yu Qin put his hand on the wall and blocked Yan Yunhe's way. He looked deeply: "Do you really think there will be a next time?"

Yan Yunhe's heart trembled, and a little sourness came up. There was indeed no next time.

Regardless of whether Yu Qin knew You Zhihe's true identity or not, there would be no next time for them.

Never again will we chat casually, eat the same bowl of glutinous rice balls, and sit across from each other and drink wine during the Winter Solstice festival like today.

You Zhihe can have such peaceful interactions with Yu Qin, why not banquet Yun.

He raised his eyes and saw that the alleyway was dark and quiet, and the sounds of soldiers on the road seemed to fade away. The sound of breathing was clearly audible. Yu Qin came out in a hurry and couldn't put on his fur clothes, so that the faint fragrance in the hand stove became more and more clearly audible.

Yan Yunhe raised his hand and held the hair on Yu Qin's chest. The place where the snow had just fallen was already completely dry. He reached out and hooked Yu Qin's neck, and leaned forward recklessly.

The fruity aroma is intertwined with peach blossoms, green and slightly bitter. Yan Yunhe licked those thin lips, as if he tasted a little medicinal flavor.

He rubbed his tiger teeth over the lip in his mouth and bit it hard. Yu Qin was in pain, the skin on his lower lip was broken, and blood gushed out.

The thin needle hidden in Yan Yunhe's finger also penetrated into Yu Qin's acupuncture point at the moment he bit it.

He stepped back, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with a smile, and looked at Yu Qin who couldn't move: "Goodbye, Master Yu."