Xin Yi wanted to shrink suddenly, and the cold touch wrapped around the tip of his ears, dizzying in circles on his chest. He became nervous and stuttered, "You, don't you want medicine?"

Bai Jiu said oh, and he dipped his fingertips into a plaster, causing scars to patrol his upper body. Xin Yi turned around and faced the mirror. Unexpectedly, he could not see his movements like this, and he could only see the side face.

The cold fingers moved on his back, and itchy when he applied. Before Xin Yi could clean up his expression, he could see his dimples in the mirror, so he had to turn his eyes open.

Bai Jiu lowered his eyes, but his eyes were clear, and the strength of his fingertips was unclear. Neither of them spoke until Bai Jiu applied the wound medicine and gradually slid down, and he stopped faintly from Xin Yi's back waist, making people unable to tell whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Xin Yi wanted to put on his clothes, but Bai Jiu had already turned around, "No need to wear it, you go to bed." The man turned around the screen and left.

It was left with Xin Yi's ear tip and burned, which was inexplicable.

The next day, when Xin Yi woke up, Bai Jiu had already gone to court. After breakfast, he and Mr. Qu took advantage of the cold weather to continue to move to the yard that had not been transferred yesterday.

The horse farm described by Bai Jiu is actually not too small. At least a dozen horses are running together in the yard. Chiye stays in a single shed because its temperament follows the owner.

Xin Yi released Chi Ye and let it run a few laps on the horse court. Then he looked at the other horses, and they were all Beiyang horses. He couldn't help but pat them for a while and felt close to him.

"It turns out that I am old, and I can't touch Chi Ye." Seeing that Chi Ye is close to him, Qu Lao smiled and said, "If the old slave is a few years younger, he might be able to tame a good horse."

Xin Yi's dimple appeared, stroking Chi Ye's long hair and said, "This is a good horse, a rare good horse."

Mr. Qu: "When Chiye was sent to Beijing, the little Qin King also liked it too, because Chiye was very handsome and only the adults could take it."

The little Qin King he mentioned was Xin Wen, the prince of Qin King Xin Zhenming. He has always been in Kyoto. He is famous for his Tai Sui in Kyoto and is domineering. Xin Yi has no impression of this cousin. He can count the time he stays in Kyoto with one hand, but he has heard of the name.

"Can I ride a horse twice?" Xin Yi skipped Xiao Qin King and was only interested in horses.

Mr. Qu hurriedly took a few steps and said, "Please, Prince."

Although Xin Yi liked Chi Ye, he was Bai Jiu's horse after all. He was inconvenient to drive without permission, so he picked the horse from Beiyang and tried it on the horse field for a few laps. As soon as he got on the horse, he couldn't help laughing, which was a pleasure from the bottom of his heart. The characteristic of loving horses was exactly the same as that of Beiyang.

Xin Yi stayed on the horse farm until noon. When he got off the horse, Mr. Qu handed him a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his temples. Seeing Xin Yi still caressed the horse, he smiled and said, "This horse farm has been built for a long time, and the lord has been busy with political affairs. If the prince is interested, he can come and go around frequently, which will save the people below from being lazy."

Xin Yi smiled and said, "If it's not trouble, that's fine."

After returning home, he didn't take lunch. After the meal, Xin Yi was lazy on yesterday's couch again, holding it softly and leaning against the sun to take a nap. For some reason, Bai Jiu hadn't come back yet, and Xin Yi was less uncomfortable.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the noise in the yard. Xin Yi was still sleepy and heard a young man shouting loudly in the yard: "What? I can't enter his yard?"

Xin Yi turned over and heard the man continue, "There are not so many rules in the palace! Today, the Japanese young master is going to see Akiya, you dare to stop him!"

Mr. Qu still laughed and said, "I dare not neglect the prince Wen before he returned."

Xin Wen is three years older than Xin Yi. When he heard this, his eyebrows raised and his face sank first, "Since I was born, I have not called Prince Wen by anyone on the territory of Kyoto. Then, who else in this big and small Kyoto, who is worthy of Mr. Qu calling Prince Master?"

"Of course, the prince is still the prince, and even the prince can't lose his honor." Old Qu said with a smile: "This is something that all children with Huangkou know. Don't worry about it."

Xin Wen was about to have an attack, but he saw a sleepy boy lying on the edge of the window, looking gentle and elegant, with a bit of innocence and simplicity between his eyebrows. He turned his mind and knew who this was, but his face was still motionless. He pointed at the man with his fingers and said, "This man can enter the house of King Pingding, but I can't enter the yard of King Pingding. Is Mr. Qu old man old and confused? He can't tell the difference between superiority and ethics."

Mr. Qu still smiled and said, "Since it is the house of King Pingding, it is naturally not something that ordinary people can enter. But my adults are different from others. Even if they let ordinary people enter, it is not a big deal. Prince Wen saw that this day, it is not a big deal. It is not a big deal for you to stand there all the time. It is better for me to lead you to sit in the next yard. If you want the adults to sit on the beam of the room, you won't ask."

"The weather is good today, I'm not hot at all!" Xin Wen raised his chin to Xin Yi and said, "You come out."

Seeing that he would not give up, Xin Yi sighed in his heart and walked out slowly.

Xin Wen pushed Mr. Qu away, pulled Xin Yi and went backwards, and snorted, "I am a guest from your family, and you still stop me? Go to the horse farm, I want to see Chiye!"

Although they are cousins, they don’t look like each other. Xin Wen has been used to being arrogant and domineering all year round, and he doesn’t raise his eyebrows and looks arrogant. He pulled Xin Yi all the way, looked at him a few times, and sneered first: “Who are you?”

The mute naturally couldn't reply, so Xin Yi just smiled and smiled shyly.

"There is only one mute in Kyoto, and it is still a new person I got together two days ago. Xin - Xin Yi, right? Why don't you go to Qin/King Mansion/Sit down after returning to Beijing?" Xin Wen said, raising his hand and patted Xin Yi on the shoulder. He was taller than Xin Yi, and just hooked his shoulders and walked forward, saying, "What's the point of staying behind the King of Hell? You are not his son. My father was chanting your name a few days ago, but today I came to see you for the sake of your elder brother. Isn't you a crazy man? "

Xin Yi still only smiled and his expression remained unchanged. His elder brother was not a heartthrob in Kyoto, and he couldn't have much deep friendship with the treasure of the . It was reasonable for this person to be polite, but it would be annoying to touch his father and brothers.

"You have been back for two days and have not seen the Master. Bai Jiu is now full of favor, and it is a slap in his mouth." Xin Wen raised his hand and pushed away the willow branches above his head, sneering: "But he didn't mention it, and he encircled you in the mansion. Although now is not as good as before, you are the son of the King of Yan. If he acts like this, you will let him do it?" As he said that, his hand tightened his shoulders on Xin Yi tightened and said: "We are cousins. If you want to vent your anger, I will definitely help you. In Kyoto, no one can surpass me in front of the Master."

Next to the weeping willow is the pool in front of the study. Xin Yi heard this and the dimples became deeper. He looked at Xin Wen with gratitude and stopped. Xin Wen also stopped, letting go of him in his sincere admiration, and said earnestly: "All the priests' grandsons, you can't let a mere two-character king ruin it."

Xin Yi hurriedly raised his hand to cover his eyes and cried gratefully. Xin Wen frowned and said, "Don't cry, so - hey, why are you going to retreat!"

Xin Yi waved his hand and indicated that he was not at all. His shoulders were slightly shaking, and the person kept retreating as he approached step by step. Xin Wen felt that he was so big that he cried like this because of a few words. He was so upset. He was not a patient person at all, and he just wanted to take Xin Yi over and say something and leave quickly. Xin Yi turned around and wiped tears. Xin Wen had to go around. Before he could speak, he saw his eyes clearly distinguished black and white suddenly staring at him from his fingers, with no trace of gratitude or crying.

"you--"

The lower abdomen suddenly became heavy, and he was kicked in panic. Unexpectedly, the pool was right behind him. Xin Wen fell back and fell into the pool, causing splashes of water.

Xin Yi stood by the pool, wiped the shoulders he had been holding and wiped with a sweat-wiping veil. His eyes were gentle as he slapped the water in the pool with anger and angrily, and the dimples on his cheeks spiraled and then disappeared in silence.

Xin Wen's forehead suddenly jumped, and he patted the water and cursed: "Okay, you are a mute dog in Beiyang! You bite it hard without moving!"

Xin Yi looked at him calmly. The water in the pool was warm in the summer afternoon, but the hairs behind Xin Wen exploded.

Mr. Qu said oh, standing by the pond, "Come on the prince. I have fish raised, and the bottom of the pond is full of mud. It's so that the prince's shoes can't be afforded." Then the old man smiled and said, "If there is a shortage of fresh fish in your house, just talk to the old slave. I'm so willing to do so in the house, why bother jumping in by yourself?"

Xin Wen ignored him and was so wet that he was pulled ashore. He rushed to Xin Yi a few steps, pulled up his collar, gritted his teeth and said, "You just keep your teeth and claws open, I don't believe that Bai Jiu can really support you! Just wait for this mouthful today!"

Xin Yi lowered his eyes and saw his wet hands wrinkling his clothes, raised his eyes and smiled innocently at him. However, Xin Wen clearly read contempt from his eyes, which made people's eyes hurt like a knife.

This guy is indeed a jackal raised from Beiyang, but he is just wearing a sheep's skin to hide his eyes and ears!

The person who had been in the study put the tea he was holding on the table. The heat was faint, and the cold fingertips slid on the edge of the teacup, staring at the other end of the pool, silent.

When Xin Wen left with her sleeves, Xin Yi was thinking that the fish she cooked last night was delicious, and she happened to catch a few at the edge of the pond and continue to cook tonight. He thought seriously, and when he returned to the house, he thought about sleeping.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I was in a daze. I heard the sound of sharpening the knife tool coming from the top of my head. Xin Yi was sleeping heavily, and now I felt dizzy when I woke up. I lay there and listened for a while before I felt something was wrong. He turned over and looked up with sleepy eyes, and saw a pair of beautiful hands... very beautiful hands were holding a carving knife and moving on the rough jade.

The sunset passes through the pane and is reflected on the face of a man who is low and focused. The originally rich and bright look has changed from normal to calm and condensing. The corners of the eyes raised by narrow eyes make people lose their minds. When they don’t laugh, they are not cold, but quiet and easy-going.

Xin Yi suddenly felt numb as he looked at it. He suddenly turned around and lay down, buried his face in the soft back and hid, but the soft back and there was nowhere to escape for a moment. The back of his head was flashed lightly, and Xin Yi's ear tip turned red again. The man's cold fingers moved to the exposed ear tip and flicked gently. Xin Yi trembled and climbed to the window, curled up into a ball, covering his face with the soft back, only showing his eyes to look at Bai Jiu, as if he didn't understand his touch.

"Are you a little dog?" Bai Jiu looked at him with his head, "I thought I was a kind person."

Xin Yi's face was hot and he said in a muffled voice: "Yes."

"Is the medicine last night comfortable?" Bai Jiu stretched out his hand, "I applied it, I want to take a look."

It would be fine if he didn't say it, but when he said that Xin Yi even retracted his eyes and went backwards, "Fu...comfortable, don't look, thank you..."

"Oh." Bai Jiu suddenly turned over and supported him on the edge of his legs, pulled the soft limb away and threw it aside, staring at him and said, "I want to take a look."

"No..." Xin Yi was lifted up and he was crushed to death and refused to let go, and forced himself to say, "It's really not necessary, I dare not worry."

“Does my smell smell good?”

"Really-ah?" Xin Yi was stunned, then turned around. The man had been pushed to the soft couch, and his clothes were lifted from behind to his back, revealing scars. He was so annoyed that he was anxious and embarrassed that he didn't understand what happened to Bai Jiu's frequent touches.

The man suddenly felt cold on his back. The man actually touched the scar with his hands, which made Xin Yi feel excited and buried his face in anger. He wanted to ask the weak and stuffed it back, hoping to bite the cushion.

"How did you keep this? Xin Zhenxiao's teeth are not so good."

Xin Yi turned into an ostrich and said softly from under the cushion: "Xin Zhenxiao's dog teeth are good."

Bai Jiu frowned between his eyebrows, "The dog he put?"

"Well..." Xin Yi felt that he seemed to be at a disadvantage when he said this, so he said, "I stabbed him, but he couldn't get up, so he could only let the dog go."

Bai Jiu remembered something with his eyebrows, and his fingertips slashed on his back. After a while, Xin Yi suddenly trembled and almost cried to him, saying, "Stop touching."

Bai Jiu touched his face from under the cushion, which was so hot that he pinched his chin and said, "Didn't you let the dog bite him when you burned Posa City?"

Xin Yi blushed so much that he was so close to him that he could clearly feel the hem of his clothes where he lifted his clothes on his back. The cold smell was overwhelming, and he said, "No... it's too late."
Chapter completed!