Chapter 112 Who is unreasonable?

"Hahaha, I'm looking for it, looking for it!" Qing Yi laughed so hard that he fell over. While laughing, he reached out and turned over the glass that Ye Qingyu had just drunk from. He looked so annoying.

"Look carefully! It has a lid, how could it get into the cup?" Ye Qingyu couldn't help but complain. Qing Yi was just teasing him on purpose.

"That's not certain. What if it crawls in out of curiosity? My little scorpion is not ordinary." Qing Yi was still quibbling, with a playful smile on his face.

When Qing Yi felt he had teased the Little Prince of the Northwest enough, he whistled a few times at a leisurely pace. Strangely enough, the little scorpion obediently crawled out of the corner and automatically crawled back into the small box.

"So obedient?" Ye Qingyu's face was full of disbelief.

"I told you a long time ago, but you just didn't believe me. My little darlings are all well-behaved and cute. Now you see it, right?" Qing Yi looked proud, as if his own children had won him great face.

"...Qingyi, let me ask you, how many scorpions did you bring from the Western Regions? Where did you hide them?" Ye Qingyu said in a bad tone, staring at Qingyi.

"Just...ah, Xiaoye, why are you asking this?" Qing Yi almost blurted out, but fortunately he reacted quickly and stopped talking in time, his eyes a little evasive.

"From now on, you must carry this thing with you and don't come near me." Ye Qingyu had a look of disgust on his face. Although it was in a box, Ye Qingyu still felt uneasy when she thought about it still being on him.

"Xiao Ye, you are so unreasonable. My little scorpion didn't provoke you and even saved you. Do you have to be so hostile to them?" Qing Yi hurriedly fought for a place for his little scorpion.

"I am a very reasonable person. Since you like them so much, just sleep with them every day." Ye Qingyu threatened Qingyi in a seemingly reasonable tone but with very unreasonable words.

"Me, you!" Who in the Great Chu Kingdom had ever seen such an unreasonable young prince from the Northwest? Perhaps only Qing Yi had received such an honor. The sharp-tongued Qing Yi was speechless for a moment by Ye Qingyu's self-righteous and unreasonable arrogance, and he didn't know what to say.

However, looking at Xiaoye, who was completely different from her usual self, Qingyi felt aggrieved, yet very comfortable and sweet. This was the person he loved, not the high and mighty Northwest Prince or the royal family!

Qing Yi pondered it secretly for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. A wicked smile appeared on his face: "Don't worry, they will definitely not be on me when I sleep with you."

"Really? Do you know the consequences of lying to me?" Ye Qingyu clearly didn't believe it, and his tone was threatening. He didn't believe Qing Yi would be willing to throw away those poisonous insects. This kid has never been an obedient and honest person!

"Really? Don't you believe it? From now on, whenever I sleep in bed with you, I will take off all my clothes first, leaving nothing on. How about it?" Qing Yi deliberately teased Ye Qingyu.

"You!" This time, Ye Qingyu didn't know what to say. Every time he argued with this brat, he never won. This brat never suffered any loss when it came to taking advantage of him verbally.

"Hehe, Xiaoye, don't worry. My greatest strength is that I'm honest and obedient. Whatever you say is what I do. When we sleep together, I will take off all my clothes for you to check. I'm sure you won't see even a small scorpion." Qingyi joked deliberately. He didn't forget that Xiaoye had deliberately made fun of him last night, and now was the perfect time for revenge.

The two bickered, and Ye Qingyu ultimately lost. He ignored the smooth-talking Qing Yi and returned to the bedroom. But Qing Yi, like a tail-chaser, followed him in.

"I need to rest for a while, why did you come in?"

"Nothing! What do you want me to do? Didn't I tell you not to be anxious? Wait until the poison in your body is completely cleared." Qing Yi deliberately said ambiguous words with a hateful smile on his face.

"You! Don't disturb my rest." Ye Qingyu had no way to deal with the shameless Qing Yi.

"Then let me give the young prince a leg massage?" Qing Yi said with a playful grin, gesturing a few times with his hands in a pretentious manner.

"Massage your legs? Are you as good as the palace maids?" Ye Qingyu replied unhappily, then half-leaned on the bed with her clothes on.

"No, forget it. You are a martial artist, why do you need someone to beat your legs? Just sleep well. I will guard the door for you, and no one can disturb you." Qing Yi said as he turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't go, just stay here and talk to me." Ye Qingyu suddenly said.

"You lie down and I stand?" Qing Yi looked at the person lying on the bed and pretended to be aggrieved.

"Isn't there a chair over there?" Ye Qingyu pointed to a chair not far away.

"I want to lie down too." Qing Yi said more demandingly.

"If you want to lie down, come up." Ye Qingyu half-lay down and glanced at Qing Yi, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if waiting to see Qing Yi's reaction.

"Forget it. It's broad daylight and there are many people around. I wouldn't be so ignorant." Qing Yi shook his head and refused in a serious manner.

When Ye Qingyu heard Qing Yi's words, he couldn't help but look at Qing Yi. This kid actually said this?

"Hehe, you want to praise me?" Qing Yi saw Ye Qingyu looking at him, his face full of pride.

"Well, it's not easy for you to say that." Ye Qingyu nodded, with a faint smile on his face to show his agreement.

"Hey, Xiao Ye, can you sleep while I'm here?" Qing Yi moved a chair and sat beside the bed. His hand was fiddling with the tassel on Ye Qingyu's ice black iron sword. Inside the amber pendant was a real dead little scorpion.

This ornament was given to Xiaoye three years ago as a return gift for Xiaoye's identity token. Ye Qingyu was so afraid of insects, but this little scorpion always hung on the sword in his hand and never took it off.

"I'll fall asleep naturally when I'm tired." Ye Qingyu watched Qing Yi swinging his sword tassel. He didn't like the little scorpion, nor did he like the sword tassel, but the tassel dangling from his Ice Black Iron Sword was like another Qing Yi, inseparable from him during the three years they had been apart.