Chapter 9 Fitting
An Qin returned to the inn, changed out of his silk and satin clothes, and put on the ordinary coarse cloth short coat he had worn when he booked the room the day before. After packing his things, he paid the room fee with the innkeeper and asked for two white flour buns to fill his stomach.
Afterwards, An Qin changed into night clothes and returned to the guest house. He squatted on the eaves and observed Chen Yanheng's movements for a while before leaving with peace of mind.
Chen Yanheng had been poisoned. If the poison he brought was left in the imperial city and was discovered, it might cause unnecessary trouble. So An Qin ran to a secluded place outside the imperial city, dug a hole with the dagger he carried with him, buried all the deadly things in it, marked it, and only left a small packet of sleeping pills in case of emergency.
After doing all this, An Qin did not leave in a hurry, but squatted on the hole he had filled, frowning deeply.
The account book is still in that person's hands, so he must go back quickly.
But that Taifu was too shameless. Today he injured the other party and escaped. If he goes back, he doesn't know what other humiliating tricks are waiting for him.
An Qin squatted under the tree, hesitating to move forward, his pair of determined, deep, narrow eyes full of reluctance. For the first time in his assassin career, he felt resistance to meeting the target of the mission, as if staying outside for one more second would be a gain.
The sky gradually darkened, and the feeling was even more obvious in the woods. The shadows of the trees on the ground almost merged with the surroundings. At a glance, the entire grove seemed to be covered by a hazy black veil.
If you don't go back, the city gate will be closed.
The thin young man squatting under the tree pursed his lips and stood up. His eyes glanced at the dagger on the ground. Suddenly, a light flashed before his eyes, and his frown immediately relaxed.
If he were covered in wounds, the shameless tutor who claimed to be attracted to him would probably have no idea where to start. Even if the other party insisted on getting close to him, the wounds would burst and make the clean-loving official covered in blood!
That’s it!
An Qin picked up the dagger, his frustrated eyes lit up, and he gestured on his body twice.
The cuts on his legs and right arm had to be shallower. Small wounds would heal in three days and wouldn't hinder him from attacking or escaping. A deeper cut on his left arm wouldn't matter. He could recuperate slowly after returning to the villa. As for what happened next... Chen Yanheng pinching his buttocks repeatedly flashed through An Qin's mind. A faint blush spread across An Qin's ears. He gritted his teeth, thinking that a couple of cuts would be the worst that could happen. After getting the account book, he would just have to stay in bed for a few days.
After choosing several places that the shameless villain liked to attack, An Qin suppressed the corners of his mouth and stabbed the dagger blade at his left leg without hesitation.
"bite!"
A small stone suddenly shot out from the bushes and hit An Qin's dagger, breaking the blade.
An Qin quickly leaned against the tree trunk and said coldly, "Who!"
"It's me." A dark shadow jumped down from the tree, ripped off the mask, revealing a ferocious scarred face. It was Ying Nineteen, who was ordered by Chen Yanheng to return to Fengyue Villa to retrieve the account book.
Ying Shijiu was also promoted from among the assassins. When he was an assassin in his early years, he had some friendship with An Qin. He once thought that with An Qin's outstanding assassination performance and loyalty to the owner of the manor, he would become a member of the secret guard within a few years, or even become the owner's favorite subordinate. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a few years, An Qin did become the owner's favorite... subordinate, but the kind that he wanted to marry home.
Ying Shijiu felt very complicated as his former companion was about to become his master's wife, but he was not as shocked as when he saw An Qin beating his master all over his body, escaping and then suspected of committing suicide here.
He had only been recuperating for a while, and had no idea that the outside world had developed to this point!
No wonder Uncle Shen sighed at him for a whole incense stick before he and the owner of the manor returned to Beijing!
"An Qin, are you seeking death?"
"No, I just ran into a troublesome villain." An Qin shook his head, thinking of the culprit who forced him to commit suicide here. He gritted his teeth in disgust, then looked in the direction where Ying Nineteen came from, his eyes filled with expectation: "The owner of the manor has come to the imperial city?"
In the past, Nineteen would have definitely asked if he needed help, but now that troublesome person was most likely the owner of the manor, Nineteen could only remain silent: "...Hmm."
An Qin frowned and said, "It's my fault for not doing my job well."
The owner of the manor appeared in the imperial city at this important time, probably because of the account book issue. He really failed to live up to the owner's trust!
He was actually still angry about being taken advantage of by an insignificant person, which almost caused the owner of the manor to suffer a major loss!
Shadow Nineteen: “…”
Before Ying Shijiu could rack his brains to offer a few words of comfort to the future wife of the manor owner, An Qin had already clenched his fists in anger, his eyes blazing like fire: "Please tell the manor owner not to worry, if I can't get what the manor owner wants in two days, I will come to you with my head on my head!"
nineteen:"…………"
If he couldn't get back to the imperial city with the account books within two days, he would probably die with An Qin.
"Okay, I'll go first." Ying Shijiu gave him a complicated look, nodded, turned around, jumped onto the treetop, and hurried back to Fengyue Villa.
An Qin cast an admiring look at him, glanced at the broken dagger in his hand, was silent for a moment, threw the thing away, turned and headed towards the imperial city.
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It was completely dark when An Qin returned to the Taifu Mansion. He wore night clothes and blended into the night. He easily bypassed the guards in the mansion, climbed over the wall and clung to the eaves to reach the Taifu's bedroom.
Perhaps because the Grand Tutor now held the upper hand and was not afraid of his assassination, the guards in the courtyard were reduced to their original number. An Qin took advantage of their shift change and quietly climbed into the house through the window.
The room was dark and unlit. A light voice suddenly rang out, startling An Qin.
"You still remember to come back?"
An Qin slipped and was about to fall when a hand reached out from the side, supported his waist, and hugged the staggering young man.
A strong floral scent wafted into his nose, and he knew who it was just by smelling it. An Qin subconsciously raised his hands to guard against it, but the other person was only wearing a loose set of pajamas, and his hand, which was originally on guard, accidentally slipped into the open collar.
Feeling the other person's strong heartbeat and scorching temperature in his palm, An Qin realized something and his body suddenly stiffened.
Chen Yanheng raised an eyebrow in surprise, barely able to see the astonishment on An Qin's face in the moonlight. He raised the corner of his mouth and leaned over to whisper, "You touched me right away, little rascal?"
You're spitting blood! An Qin pulled his hand back abruptly.
But Chen Yanheng didn't let him go. He pressed his hand, opened his clothes wider, took An Qin to the side, and lit the candle in the room with one hand.
The flickering candlelight gradually illuminated the bedroom. An Qin's eyes were filled with Chen Yanheng's pajamas that were almost hanging on his arm, as well as the newly scratched and colorful wounds on his body. His hand fell on the palm print on his chest, and the size was just right.
Shen Yanheng noticed his gaze and whispered, "It hurts so much."
Why didn't he hurt this guy to death? An Qin pressed his eyelids, and when he thought of the owner of the manor in the imperial city, his face darkened. He looked up coldly at Chen Yanheng and said, "Give me the account book the day after tomorrow?"
Shen Yanheng smiled slightly: "Of course."
Chen Yanheng was poisoned by Fengyue Villa. An Qin was not afraid that he would default on his debt. There were only two days left, so he had to get the account book!
An Qin bit his lower lip deeply, tilted his head to the side, loosened his grip, and let Shen Yanheng hold him tightly.
Chen Yanheng would naturally not let go of such a well-behaved little assassin. He teased him for a while before letting him go with a feeling of being unsatisfied.
"Take off this nightgown."
As expected, he came. An Qin pursed his lips in humiliation, his knuckles white from scratching, and stared at the man's back as he turned and left. With a determined heart, he tore off his beloved nightgown and the two pairs of trousers he had specially put on to protect himself from villains.
The Daliang Imperial City is located in the north. The night wind brings a hint of coolness, blowing in through the window cracks and blowing onto the naked people, causing them to shiver.
The shaved area felt particularly cold, which An Qin could not ignore. His face turned black and red. He stood beside the candle with his eyes closed, his back hunched like a braised shrimp. The blush on his body was made even more intense by the dim candlelight, and his toes were curled up in shame.
So despicable!
It's so shameless!
After getting the account book, he will definitely take this person's head and kill him to silence him!
An Qin gritted his teeth in anger, torturing the shameless villain several times in his heart, and silently pressed his legs tighter together, clasping his hands in front of him in an attempt to cover himself.
Chen Yanheng turned around with two new sets of clothes and saw An Qin who had already stripped herself naked. He raised his eyebrows and whistled in his heart.
"You're stripping so clean, are you deliberately trying to seduce me?"
An Qin clenched his fists, his Adam's apple moving in a suppressed manner.
"I just wanted to ask you to take off your nightgown so I could try on the new clothes I made for you. I didn't expect you, a little assassin, to be so reckless..." After a pause, Chen Yanheng smiled and said, "You took off your pants and underwear yourself."
The man smiled mischievously, shook the two new sets of clothes in his hands, and glanced directly at the young man's lower body that he was trying hard to cover, and chuckled softly.
An Qin had no idea that the lecherous Taifu who had taken advantage of him after a disagreement would actually have the nerve to show some shame. His eyes suddenly widened, a hint of panic flashed across his face, and he hurriedly picked up his trousers and prepared to put them on.
Since he had already taken it off, there was no point in putting it back on. Chen Yanheng strode up behind him, took advantage of the opportunity to pinch the young man's buttocks which were at his fingertips because he was half-squatting, and pulled off the pants and threw them on the ground.
Anqin almost jumped up, turned around hurriedly, and rescued his dangerous butt.
He suddenly remembered that the owner of the manor had come to the imperial city. Since Chen Yanheng had promised to give him the account book in two days, he could only stay calm and wait and see what happened in the next two days. He must not anger the person who held the important handle on the owner of the manor.
An Qin was a little hesitant: Should he try to please this thief and offer his butt to him for touching a few times?
Chen Yanheng withdrew his hand, not realizing he had missed something. Seeing An Qin's hostile expression, he didn't want to tease him too much, so he pretended as if nothing had happened.
Putting the clothes aside, he pulled out a pure white lining from one of the sets and returned to the topic, "I specially asked Shanyi Pavilion to make new clothes this afternoon. You, little assassin, are so naughty. You only took half of my measurements and ran away. I don't know if they will fit me."
This was true. Although Fengyue Villa provided everyone with clothing every year, they purchased clothes wholesale, which wasn't as accurate as taking a personal measurement. As the villa's top assassin, An Qin's measurements were accurate, but the body shape of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old practicing martial arts was constantly changing. The size he'd taken before the New Year was already a bit smaller than the one he'd taken by hand at noon.
"Try it." Chen Yanheng shook out the folded inner garment, and imitated the way a servant served him, pinching the collar and holding it behind An Qin.
An Qin was stunned for a moment, and cautiously reached out to take it and put it on himself. Chen Yanheng dodged and gestured for him to wear it like this.
As an assassin, his head is tied to his belt. In the villa, he is not as good as the secret guards who protect the owner closely, and he is even less good than the master. It is a blessing to be able to eat and dress warmly, let alone being helped to dress by others. This is almost the first time.
An Qin rubbed his fingertips uncomfortably, his eyes complicated. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and passed it through the sleeve of the shirt.
Chen Yanheng and the others put on both sleeves, walked around to him, straightened their collars, tied their belts, and pulled out a pair of underwear from the neatly folded clothes, stretched the waistband, and squatted down without any airs.
An Qin frowned tightly, his lower body naked, he could almost feel the hot breath from the man, his body stiffened even more, his trimmed round nails dug into his palms, he closed his eyes, and quickly lifted his feet to put them into his trouser legs.
Chen Yanheng followed the same method and put the trouser leg on the other leg. Then he stood up with a smile, pulling the waistband of the trousers. He rubbed his legs with his fingertips and moved them up to the waist. He watched the man's body turn redder before he tied the belt for him and tightened the loose trousers.
It was made a few centimeters larger based on the size measured at Fengyue Villa two years ago, and it fits perfectly when I wear it.
An Qin was a little surprised. This piece of clothing fit him better than the nightgown he brought from the manor these days!
Could it be that today in the Yingke Building he was really just... measuring the size?
Recalling the feeling of that dishonest hand caressing his body, An Qin tensed his tailbone and secretly clenched his back teeth.
It must be a coincidence! He could tell at a glance what size clothes this shameless tutor was wearing!
"Try on the outer shirt too." Chen Yanheng admired the size he had written down and stared at the clothes that took six embroiderers and four tailors two hours to make at Shanyi Pavilion, then shook out the outer shirt.
It was a navy blue tight-sleeved coat made of the finest Xiangyun satin from the imperial city. The collar and hem of the sleeves were embroidered with dark patterns in gold thread. The small cuffs were very friendly and convenient for martial artists like An Qin.
Chen Yanheng happily handed over the clothes and helped An Qin change. An Qin felt mixed emotions for a moment, pursed his lips in silence, and still reached out to put on the coat that looked very valuable.
He still didn't need to take care of the pockets and the last belt. Chen Yanheng took the initiative to tie the belt at his side and put it inside, then took the palace belt beside him and tied it around his waist. After taking a look, he still felt that something was missing, so he lowered his head and took off the warm jade pendant from his waist and put it on An Qin.
The cool young man who was just wearing a thin nightgown, changed into silk and satin that only rich kids could afford, and it didn't look out of place at all. With sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a graceful figure, he looked extremely noble.
Chen Yanheng walked around An Qin with satisfaction, looking him up and down, and then began to take off the clothes he had put on piece by piece.
There was a new set of clothes on the table. An Qin thought he wanted to try them on again and did not resist. Unexpectedly, after his inner clothes were torn open, Chen Yanheng picked him up and strode towards the bed.
【Author’s words】
Chen Yanheng: Miracle, I want to kiss you
An Qin: For the sake of the owner, should we try to please him?
19: Dead legs, run! !
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