As if he had encountered a big ups and downs, Yu Qin took a slow breath, calmed down and said, "I'm sorry." He

felt guilty for withdrawing easily. Compared to the banquet, Yu Qin seemed to have never been stingy in expressing his love.

Even the sound of Huaiyang was coaxed out by Yan Yunhe in every possible way.

Compared to the enthusiasm Yan Yunhe gave, what he could give in return was too little.

"I..." Before Yu Qin finished speaking, Yan Yunhe seemed to have guessed what he was going to say: "You know, I won't really be angry with you."

"I know that there are many things in your heart that you don't want to tell. Me, it doesn't matter, we still have so much time, I can wait for you slowly, but Han Chu..."

Yan Yunhe said slowly, "Can't I be your concern?"

He raised his eyes and looked at Yu Qin. , looking at each other, Yan Yunhe seemed to have glimpsed Yu Qin's wavering at that moment.

Whether it's knowing Yu Qin's intentions, kissing, hugging, or even performing the courtesy of Duke Zhou.

His body was infinitely close, but he could feel that Yu Qin was still far away from him.

He is like chasing a phantom in the snow. As long as he exerts a little force, regains his rationality, and examines the relationship between the two, the phantom will break into millions of pieces.

Yan Yunhe seemed to have obtained Yu Qin, but also seemed to have never obtained him.

His love words over and over again, as if they were spoken to himself, never received a response.

Last night he tried his best to keep Yu Qin here, precisely because he knew that offending Emperor Cheng Jing would be harmful to Yu Qin.

But Yu Qin still left. At that moment, Yan Yunhe clearly understood that this man would not stay for him.

It's not that Yu Qin doesn't like him, he must love him, but for Yu Qin, there are more important things than love, which occupy most of his life.

He clung to the snow that would always melt. It was cold and painful, but Yan Yunhe couldn't let go.

He did not allow Yu Qin to escape and stubbornly waited for the answer.

Yu Qin's lips moved slightly, and for a few moments, Yan Yun could feel that Yu Qin was about to speak.

However, in the end, Yu Qin still closed his lips and looked at him in silence.

Yan Yunhe smiled reluctantly and comforted himself as always: "You really don't know how to talk about love, even if you coax me."

After saying that, he took his hand out of Yu Qin's hand, turned around and closed the window, so that he Missing it, Yu Qin subconsciously wanted to grab his hand.

Yu Qin looked at his fingertips in trance. It wasn't until Yan Yunhe turned around that he slowly took his hand back to his side and clenched it into a fist.

"This hot pot restaurant does a good job, come and try it with me." As if to ease the atmosphere, Yan Yunhe took the initiative to bring up other topics.

Calling the waiter in the shop, he guessed Yu Qin's taste quite accurately, and he guessed Yu Qin's taste quite accurately. It was obvious that at least eighty percent of his attention was spent on Yu Qin.

Yu Qin looked at the table full of dishes, with no joy on his face, and even a little sad.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?" Yan Yunhe asked suspiciously when he saw that his expression was wrong.

Yu Qin slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yan Yunhe: "I only know that you have a sweet tooth and love peach blossom cakes, but other than that, I know very little about your food preferences."

Yan Yunhe said not paying much attention: "It doesn't matter . There are too few opportunities for you to eat at the same table with me. It's normal to not be clear about it."

Yu Qin said seriously: "But you know."

Yan Yunhe paused with his chopsticks as he was busy serving dishes: "It's just a small matter. "

Huaiyang." Yu Qin thought for a long time and finally said, "Are you really okay?"

These words were like a sharp sword, mercilessly cutting through Yan Yunhe's self-deception.

For him, Yu Qin has become an obsession over the years.

People will only become more and more greedy, and there is no reason to stop at a superficial taste.

Yan Yunhe was full of desires. How could he be satisfied after getting Yu Qin?

He wanted Yu Qin's whole heart to belong to him, and he wanted Yu Qin to be devoted to him, unforgettable.

But for Yu Qin, he has never been the first.

"It's okay, do you think I care about these little things like this?" Yan Yunhe chuckled softly.

Yu Qin didn't continue speaking. It seemed that he also knew that he was stepping on Yan Yunhe's shaky defense line.

This is almost cruel. Even if Yu Qin knows that if he doesn't talk about it at this time, it will be a lead buried in the future that will completely ignite Yan Yunhe at a certain moment.

The hot pot was steaming hot, and the mist blurred each other's faces, making it difficult to distinguish their expressions.

This time, Yan Yunhe followed the ancestral precepts of the Yu family and finished his meal quietly without saying anything while eating or sleeping.

Yu Qin didn't have much appetite, so he stopped using his chopsticks halfway through and looked at Yan Yunhe quietly.

Yan Yunhe sometimes felt that Yu Qin seemed to be born knowing how to make him soft-hearted. For example, the conversation before the meal actually made Yan Yunhe a little annoyed.

But Yu Qin was looking at him so intently, as if to Yu Qin, there was no one more important in the world than Yan Yunhe.

"I'm really not angry." Yan Yunhe wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief: "If I really piss you off in the future, you just need to think about the things you promised me and do them one by one. No matter how angry you are, I can get rid of it too. "

Go to Yaowang Valley with him, accompany him to Datong, and stay with him forever.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Qin pushed a cup of eight-treasure tea over and said in a low voice: "I asked the boy to put more sugar."

Yan Yunhe looked at the bowl of sweet tea as a sign of goodwill, and suddenly felt that he couldn't laugh or cry.

Yu Qin was so clumsy even to show his kindness, but he felt his heartbeat. Maybe he was already hopeless and terminally ill.

The next day was a rare sunny day for winter hunting.

Under the farewell of the palace ministers who stayed in Beijing, Emperor Cheng Jing, dressed in military uniform, led a mighty team and set out from the capital to hunt in the Xishan Paddock.

Along the way, in addition to some troops from the three major battalions in the capital, there were also officials from various academies and offices, both civil and military, all armed with bows and arrows. The Shenji Battalion led the troops in front, the Jinwu Guards followed, and the other guards were scattered around to protect His Majesty.

The journey was uneventful. After arriving at the Xishan paddock, they began to set up the imperial camp.

He went to the imperial camp to ask for an audience. The dignified admiral of the Shenji Camp waited outside the imperial camp for a long time, but could not see Long Yan. The emperor's closest attendant, Eunuch Yan, came out and shook his head at him.

Eunuch Yan lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty and Mr. Fang are still talking about things. Mr. Yan, please go back first."

Yan Yunhe felt Eunuch Yan's fly whisk gently sweep towards him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he cupped his hands and said: "Thank you so much, father-in-law. I'll come back to see your majesty later."

After that, he left openly, but when he saw the others throughout the process, they didn't think so.

They just felt that the admiral of Shenji Camp had lost his sacred heart again. For a while, they speculated whether His Majesty had really fallen out with Qi Shaolian, and then they vented their anger on Yan Yunhe.

Unable to see His Majesty, Yan Yunhe ignored the many eyes that fell on him and returned to his tent.

Song Wen stepped forward and was about to remove his armor, but Yan Yunhe waved his hand and took out a wax pill from the armor, which Eunuch Yan had just handed to him.

After he pinched it open and quickly scanned the instructions in his hand, Yan Yunhe frowned.

Emperor Cheng Jing's plan was so thorough that once fully implemented, it would indeed be able to kill two birds with one stone.

But in this plan, I always feel that something is not quite right, as if an extremely important link is missing.

Yan Yunhe put the note in the burning candlelight, pondered for a long time, and said to Song Wen: "If there is a fight, remember to hide if you can, and if you can't fight, run away. I won't take care of you then."

Song Wen He smiled and said: "Sir, you have been in Datong for too long and have you forgotten that every martial arts teacher said that I am more talented than you?"

Even Yu Qin could tell when he left, and Song Wen's martial arts over the years had not risen to To what extent.

Yan Yunhe was refuted: "Although strong martial arts is important, strategy is still important on the battlefield. You trust people so easily, no matter how high your martial arts are, it is useless."

"Then your master, you are bringing me here and asking me to help with hunting?" Song Wen was dissatisfied and retorted.

The master and servant could only quarrel for a few words before soldiers announced outside the camp that Zhizhou was coming.

Yan Yunhe winked at Song Wen, and Song Wen immediately stopped talking and went out to clear away the soldiers at the door, asking Fang Zhizhou and Yan Yunhe to talk in peace.

As soon as Zhizhou entered the camp, Yan Yunhe was startled by his miserable appearance.

His friend's forehead was swollen and blood was visible. It looked like his head had been smashed by a cup.

Yan Yunhe had a surprised look on his face, but in the next second he just pulled out the Jinchuang Medicine and applied it to Fang Zhizhou skillfully.

"If you don't ask, what's wrong with me?" Fang Zhizhou said reluctantly.

Yanyun He's hand shook and he couldn't control his strength.

Fang Zhizhou seemed to feel no pain and did not react at all.

Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, Yan Yunhe threw the gauze in his hand aside: "I guessed it, but I didn't dare to confirm it."

He saw the looming peace charm on Fang Zhizhou's lapel and took out the exact same one from his arms. The peace talisman was handed to Fang Zhizhou.

Fang Zhizhou stared at the peace talisman blankly, his eyes red: "I always advised you to put it down in the past, but now that the matter has fallen on you, you realize how ridiculous it is for others to just put it down."

In just a few months, the two of them But his situation has completely changed, and now Fang Zhizhou has become the confused person.

Yan Yunhe clenched the peace charm in his hand. He had always had doubts in his heart, but he never dared to confirm. This was the moment he was afraid of.

It was like a knife falling suddenly, and he didn't even feel the pain immediately.

I just don't understand why it's You Liang, the one who looks carefree and has never been heartless, his friend, his brother.

"How deeply involved he is." Yan Yunhe's voice was hoarse, as if he was squeezing out every word from his throat.

Fang Zhizhou shook his head: "You can't help."

He looked at the tent ceiling blankly: "Huaiyang, I may...not be able to protect him."

After Fang Zhizhou finished speaking, he felt warmth flowing down his cheeks. .

He thought it was blood, but what fell on his robe were transparent wet marks.

Yan Yunhe picked up the medicine again and applied it bit by bit on Fang Zhizhou's wound: "Whether it can be saved or not, you have to try to know. If you don't fight until the end, how will you know the outcome? Don't be afraid."

These words were his. Fang Zhizhou said that he also said it to himself.