After returning to the inn and sending Dang Yan away, An Tingyu went back to her room. However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw a figure on the windowsill which made her pause. When she saw the person clearly, she walked over.
"Are you on duty today?" Ever since Datong broke into her Zhuchun Pavilion, and since they came to Xingfu Village, there was always someone on duty in her room, and Dangyan accompanied her during the day.
At night, it’s either Fengyun, Yuqing or Xingmo. It seems like today is Xingmo’s turn!
"Yeah!" Xing Mo jumped down from the windowsill, "I came in and found that you hadn't come back yet, so I sat here and waited."
"Let Yuqing come over next time! Yuqing is a girl, so we can just put an extra bed in the room." An Tingyu poured him a cup of hot tea.
Sitting opposite An Tingyu, Xing Mo glanced at her and asked, "Don't you like me following you?"
An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily, "Why do you say that?"
"You always let Dang Yan follow you, and you'll always tell Feng Yun about anything, but you never give me any instructions."
Hearing this, An Tingyu chuckled, "Are you quarreling over this? Dangyan is my personal bodyguard. I can say that he has watched me grow up since I was a child. He understands me better than anyone else, so it is natural for him to follow me around on weekdays, right? As for Fengyun, he is my subordinate. If I don't give orders to him when there is something, who should I give orders to? As for you, I regard you as a friend. Friends are not meant to be given orders, but to be confided in. We help each other when there is something to do, and talk and chat when there is nothing to do, just like now. Isn't this great?"
"So you don't need to compare yourself with Dang Yan and the others." An Tingyu added.
"knew."
"Have some hot tea to warm yourself up! You've been sitting by the window for a long time, right?" An Tingyu glanced at his right shoulder. It was winter, and the dew was heavy. There were dewdrops on Xingmo's shoulders, which showed that he had been waiting here for a long time.
Xing Mo remained silent, sitting in front of her and calling for tea.
An Tingyu didn't say anything else. She just silently accompanied him to drink tea, enjoying the peace and tranquility at the moment.
"Miss, are you there?"
Yu Qing's voice came from outside the door. An Tingyu looked at the door and said, "Yes, come in!"
After saying that, Yu Qing pushed open the door, and Xing Mo also closed his blue eyes when Yu Qing pushed the door open. Seeing this, An Tingyu sighed secretly, and then asked in a calm voice: "Is there something wrong?"
"No, I just heard some noises in the house, so..."
"It's okay, Xing Mo is here! He's on duty tonight."
Hearing this, Yu Qing glanced at Xing Mo, but only glanced at him before looking away and said indifferently, "Miss, is this really okay?"
"What do you mean?" An Tingyu didn't understand what she meant for a moment.
"Yu Qing is talking about Mr. Xing. He wears a blue gauze when he goes out, or closes his eyes when he sees someone. Does that mean he will also close his eyes when he sees an assassin? Wouldn't that give the assassin an opportunity to take advantage?"
Yu Qing had heard Feng Yun talk about Xing Mo many times, so she was not unfamiliar with him. However, she always felt that it was risky to let someone who might close his eyes at any time protect An Tingyu.
An Tingyu raised her lips slightly, her eyebrows raised lazily, "He's just afraid of scaring you, but he's not afraid of scaring the assassin, so don't worry! When we really have to fight, he will protect me, I believe it!"
"Since Miss An has said so, then..." Yu Qing turned around and faced Xing Mo, clasped her fists, and said, "I'm sorry! I just said something out of turn, Mr. Xing, please don't blame me!"
"If I were you, I might say something even more extreme, so...it doesn't matter!"
"Would you like a drink?" At this time, An Tingyu raised her glass to Yu Qing. "It seems that although we have known each other for a few years, we have never sat down to chat."
Hearing this, Yu Qing had no choice but to respectfully take the cup from An Tingyu's hand, and then sat down on the other side.
An Tingyu laughed and said, "Don't be so serious, just a casual chat, relax."
How can I relax?
Yu Qing thought to herself that this was the first time she had sat at the same table with her master. Although An Tingyu was not her real master, what An Tingyu had done had already meant that she was handling the affairs of the Nether Palace on behalf of Jing Aotian. Moreover, what she had not done before, An Tingyu had done, so in Yu Qing's heart, An Tingyu had long been her master.
"Yuqing, how old are you?" An Tingyu asked.
"Twenty-five or twenty-six, maybe? I don't know the exact number because I'm an orphan."
"Sorry, I think I asked a question I shouldn't have asked."
"No, we grew up under the love and care of the 18th generation, so we have no regrets, nor do we feel lonely."
An Tingyu knew that when Yu Qing said 'we', she was actually referring to Fengyun, Leiming, Dianshan and Yu Qing herself. An Tingyu slowly raised the corners of her lips and smiled with relief. As an orphan, it was rare for Yu Qing to have such thoughts.
"It's good that you think that way. In fact, people don't have to be blood relatives to be called brothers and sisters or parents. Some brothers will fight for power, some sisters will frame each other for money, and some parents will sell their children for profit. So cherish the people around you who love you."
"yes!"
"Come to think of it, Dang Yan is also an orphan! And he's about the same age as you guys, not much different. Let's pick a date someday and use that day as your birthday, and celebrate it for you guys. Okay, it's decided."
Yu Qing was stunned, and a deep and indistinct light flashed in her eyes.
Are you celebrating your birthday?
No one has ever lived their life for them!
Not even the eighteenth generation.
Although the Eighteenth Generation was very kind to them, they all knew clearly that the Eighteenth Generation was their master. As subordinates, they never dared to expect their master to hold a birthday party for them.
Besides, Eighteenth Generation is also a very busy man, so how could he pay attention to these little things? But An Tingyu did notice them.
"Mine failed." Xing Mo suddenly said.
"Huh?" An Tingyu was stunned.
"I said mine hasn't passed yet, early next month." Xing Mo said again.
"Oh, you mean you want to celebrate your birthday too?" An Tingyu looked at Xing Mo and found that his face seemed a little red. Seeing this, An Tingyu laughed again, "Okay, no problem! I will definitely prepare a big cake for you!"
"cake?"
The expressions on Xingmo and Yuqing's faces seemed to be asking: What is that?
"The cake is..."
Oops, An Tingyu cried out in her heart, there is no cake in this era, but...
"Cake is something that is eaten on birthdays. You will know the answer when the time comes." An Tingyu could only bluff him like that. Anyway, there was still some time before Xingmo's birthday, so she could just think of a solution then.
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