Xiao Rong felt blocked in his heart, and suddenly felt that these two people were extremely unpleasant to his eyes. He Tingzhi displeased him, and Qu Yunmie displeased him even more.
He walked over and saw He Tingzhi nagging about Qu Yunmie's health. He noticed that there seemed to be someone behind him. He turned his head, was slightly stunned, and then stood up enthusiastically: "Xiao Lingyin! Oh, I don't know when Xiao Lingyin came. It's my fault. I was so busy talking to the King of Zhenbei that I forgot to look around."
At this point, he smiled and said to Xiao Rong: "It's been a while since we last met, Xiao Lingyin looks even more radiant--"
He suddenly got stuck because Xiao Rong didn't look good. Not only his complexion, but his expression was also a little scary, as if He Tingzhi had some grudge against him.
He Tingzhi was stunned and tried to think about whether he had ever offended Xiao Rong. Finally, he came to the conclusion that he had not offended Xiao Rong at all. He had only met Xiao Rong once and they had never even spoken a word to each other. How could he have offended him?
Knowing that it was not his fault, He Tingzhi calmed down. He still smiled politely and said, "Xiao Lingyin seems to be in a bad mood? But what did those Xianbei rats do?"
Xiao Rong looked at him and smiled at him, "I am Xiao's respect to His Highness Prince Dongyang, but Prince Dongyang may not know that I am no longer the Prefect of Chenliu. I cannot bear the title of Prefect Xiao Lingyin. Prince Dongyang can just call me by my first name from now on."
Prince Dongyang: “…”
Years of experience in flattery told him that he seemed to have missed something.
The smile on his face became stiff, and Prince Dongyang secretly glanced at Qu Yunmie, who was also looking at the two of them with his arms folded. He looked at Xiao Rong very calmly, but when he saw himself, he looked a little disgusted.
He Tingzhi: "...I see. It seems that the Zhenbei Army has just undergone a reshuffle of officials. I have never heard of this. I hope Mr. Xiao will forgive me."
Xiao Rong was full of tolerance and consideration. "Hey, how can you blame His Highness Prince Dongyang? I am willing to be transferred. The post of Chenliu Yin should be left to someone more capable. I am plain-looking and low-intelligent, so I should return to being a commoner."
He Tingzhi looked at him blankly.
He didn't understand a word Xiao Rong said, but he understood the hidden meaning in his words. This time he was sure that he had really leaked some information and unfortunately got caught in the crossfire.
He Tingzhi couldn't afford to offend, but he could afford to avoid. Although he had only met Xiao Rong twice in total, he could still see how high Xiao Rong's status was in the Zhenbei Army. Because of Xiao Rong's arrival, even the four generals under Qu Yunmie were driven out. He didn't want to get involved in the dispute between the two. With the staff going to this extent, Xiao Rong might be more important to Qu Yunmie than his future queen to Qu Yunmie. This was not a person he could use, nor was it something he could use. He should leave quickly.
Soon, he proposed to go back and see if his people were abiding by the rules. Fortunately, Xiao Rong did not force him to stay. After he left, Xiao Rong suddenly turned his head and spoke at the same time as Qu Yunmie.
Qu Yunmie: "Is this how you treat guests?" / Xiao Rong: "You are very polite to him!"
Xiao Rong was stunned, and his expression immediately darkened: "What did you say?"
Qu Yunmie: "You asked me to follow the rules of hospitality, but I see you don't."
Xiao Rong: “…”
He felt angry, but he stared at Qu Yunmie and didn't want to argue with him. Every time they argued, he seemed to win, but he would feel very tired afterwards. Sometimes it was just physical tiredness, and sometimes it was mental tiredness.
He pursed his lips, turned around and was about to go back. Qu Yunmie looked at his back and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "There are times when you are speechless. What is it called? When someone hits you right, you turn around and walk away. There seems to be a word to describe it."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
He paused and clenched his fists. Xiao Rong still suppressed his temper. He continued to walk, and his steps became bigger and bigger.
At this time, Qu Yunmie spoke again: "I remember now, this is called anger due to shame. As for you asking me to accept the gift, but you yourself do not keep it, there is also a word to describe it. It happens to be what you said about me, arbitrary and dictatorial."
He was just one step away from reaching his nest, but when he heard the word "dictatorial", he braked his car, turned around abruptly, and in almost the blink of an eye, he was back in front of Qu Yunmie.
Xiao Rong started talking in a barrage, "I'm arbitrary?! What good is He Tingzhi?! You were the one who always told me how hypocritical he was, why are you hypocritical today too? Oh, I know, you must want to say that you are doing what I say, then why are you so obedient today?! It's too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost! You pay attention to small matters but ignore the big ones, do you think I still care about the art of hospitality now? What's more, how long have you persisted? It's not even half a cup of tea! When he was here, you were polite to him, but when he left, you were sarcastic to me, Qu Yunmie - you!"
Halfway through his speech, his voice stopped abruptly, his eyes looked downward, and the expression on his face gradually changed.
When he opened his mouth again, his voice became gloomy: "You deliberately made me angry."
He took a breath and smiled at Qu Yunmie: "Your Highness, King Zhenbei, can you tell me why you did this?"
Qu Yunmie: "I didn't sleep last night."
Xiao Rong's face changed and he looked into Qu Yunmie's eyes. Qu Yunmie was the kind of person whose face would show if he stayed up late. He would have dark circles under his eyes which would only go away after he got enough sleep, but now his complexion was so bad that Xiao Rong didn't notice anything unusual about him for a moment.
A variety of emotions flashed across his heart and face, and finally he smiled faintly: "So you didn't take good care of your injuries. You didn't even do this."
Qu Yunmie: "Staying awake for one night won't have much impact on my injury. In comparison, I need to think through everything in my mind before I can do other things."
Xiao Rong didn't know where this conversation would go, so he habitually became alert again and asked, "So what have you figured out?"
Qu Yunmie leaned back again. Although he was lying down, he was a little far away from Xiao Rong, so he could still look at Xiao Rong at eye level: "I've figured it out--"
He stretched out his tone, then raised his uninjured arm and placed it behind his head. He smiled at Xiao Rong and said, "This is how my life will be."
Xiao Rong was slightly startled. He looked at Qu Yunmie's pale lips opening and closing. "When I was shot by the arrow, I felt a little regretful. The arrow was poisonous. I realized it at the time. The poisons used on the battlefield were all deadly. I would probably die there. Thinking of the promise I made to you and the thriving Chenliu, I was very unwilling. I have never had anything good in my life. Now that I finally have it, I can't go back, so I feel regretful."
After a pause, he continued: "Last night you asked me if I had ever thought about you, I -"
He remembered the excruciating pain when the poison took effect in his body, so painful that he wished someone would kill him, and all the bones in his body felt like they were going to explode. He was a man who could endure pain very well, but that day he was struggling on the ground in a miserable and pitiful manner, screaming in pain. He wanted to hit himself to death, but he tried his best to control himself, thinking that there were people waiting for him, and that this person was different, he really needed to go back. He was so proud, so stingy, and so noble, and in order to allow himself to go back, he put down his status and dignity. So no, no, absolutely not.
The military doctor even cried and wanted to give up. He felt that even the Great Immortal could not save Qu Yunmie at this point, so it would be better to let him be free. But Qu Yunmie heard his words, tightly grasped his hand, and squeezed out two words in the intense pain. - Save me.
And this is only the first outbreak, there will be more to come.
After a moment of silence, Qu Yunmie diluted these unforgettable experiences into three words: "I have thought about it."
Xiao Rong stared at him, but he didn't say anything, which meant he wanted to continue listening.
Qu Yunmie smiled again, this time with pure joy. Xiao Rong frowned at his smile, but still did not stop him.
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