Caught in this duel of eyes, Shen Yuan began to realize that most of his previous evaluation of the folding fan boy was wrong, but the sentence "not a thing in the pool" used in the vague lobbying just now was concise and clear but extremely appropriate.

Shen Yuan had never met such an opponent, and she didn't know that the same was true for the folding fan boy. Her eyes were too bright and too cold, and he always thought he was wrong. When he first saw Oiran, her face was so beautiful in the candlelight that he could see that she hadn't rubbed the powder, and he wanted to reach out and pinch her face. He thought that the stunning beauty was just a show, and when he really saw her, he knew that there was really such a woman in the world.

He had always wanted to take a good look at Mo Yuyan's eyes, to see what was in her heart, to see what was hidden beneath her cold exterior. Now that he finally had a chance, the woman was right in front of him, quietly staring at him. He understood what the woman had just said, but he didn't want to accept it. He tried to see through the eyes in front of him, but he was almost blinded by the light in them.

This kind of eye exchange seems to be the most boring thing, and it is really interesting to move. There is no need to lose sight, and there is no need to be ruthless, the comparison may be whether the mind is deep and firm, or whether the mind is transparent and open-minded. Both have their own benefits, sometimes each has its own way, and more often than not, it complements each other.

In this duel, it is impossible to tell who lost first: the fan boy took the wine cup first, but he never looked away; Shen Yuan didn't waver, but when he took the wine, he gave a smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

The fan boy took the wine and didn't drink it, and put it back on the table. Shen Yuan's arm was already a little sore, and as soon as he lowered his hand, he grabbed him again: "Don't scream - I didn't want to hurt you again." ”

The fan boy really didn't deceive her, he didn't use his hands hard, he just pulled her to sit down on the couch, put down the fan, opened her cuffs and rubbed her wrists. Shen Yuan was a little puzzled, and turned his face to look at him. The fan boy didn't have any expression on his face, just stared at her wrist intently, and the strength in his hand was just right.

Shen Yuan tried not to think about anything else, and only concentrated on analyzing useful information. The technique of the folding fan boy is not bad, probably because he was injured in martial arts, and he deliberately studied it. This will Shen Yuan can clearly observe that the cocoon on the hand of the folding fan boy is like a sword practice.

Even the secret guard is used, do you still need to practice martial arts? Shen Yuan slandered and did not declare it. Even Shen Han always preached to her, even if she was sick, she should always have the power to protect herself, otherwise when she really reached the end of the road, she would just wait to be caught? You have to give it another go, either you can escape, or you will die and the net will be broken, and then you will be happy.

"Look at what, look!" The fan boy suddenly raised his head, collided with Shen Yuan's eyes, subconsciously glared at her, looked away a little embarrassedly, coughed dryly and asked her, "Does it still hurt?" ”

"It hurts. It hurts a lot. Shen Yuan didn't care if he could see it or not, he raised his eyebrows and glared back. She didn't want to bring the topic back to "the one surnamed Shen". Although her doubts were not solved at all, it was really not a good opportunity right now.

It worked, and the atmosphere turned smoothly. The fan boy looked back at her, and she immediately changed to a vice aggrieved look, with a pool of tears in her eyes, and she only looked at her and didn't speak. The folding fan himself smiled, shook his head and got up to open the door, instructed the people outside to bring hot water, and added at the end that he wanted a pot of green plum wine and decanting soup.

"Mo Yuyan, you're like a fox, but I like it." The fan boy sat down at the small table, holding his chin and looking at Shen Yuan and smiling. I don't know if it's dim candlelight, the smile of the folding fan boy seems to be in the bottom of his eyes, it is a sincere smile, and his tone is still stained with some vague doting.

"Childe praises." Shen Yuan didn't hesitate to smile, sat with folded hands and pretended to salute, then covered his wrists again, and pretended to snort lightly: "Hello...... This hand can't be better. ”

The fan boy ignored her, took the cup of wine she had poured just now and drank it all, and then took the small wine jug and began to pour himself a drink. It seems that this man's alcohol consumption is not bad, but unfortunately he is not drunk yet, and he can't tell how the wine is.

Shen Yuan remembered his brother and Snow City. Shen Han's alcohol consumption was excellent, and he was almost never drunk. There is only one time in my memory, the world is peaceful, the border is peaceful, General Shen was able to stay in Beijing for a year, quietly took her over, the brother and sister drank all night, and finally both of them fell, and inadvertently their eyes were red. Syracuse doesn't like to drink, and three times out of five times he refuses to drink, and only when he is with her, he will have a few drinks to suit the occasion.

Syracuse? Syracuse...... Shen Yuan was a little distracted, and thought more and more of this man who made her unpredictable, but gentle to the extreme.

When the fan boy was about to pour the third cup, someone knocked on the door. Shen Yuan looked over, the formation was not small, a string of little maids came in like grasshoppers, one with a basin of water, one with a towel, another with a copper kettle, and another with a red lacquer plate, on which there was a small wine jug and decanting soup, and finally there was a ...... Well? What's that last one for?

The little maid knew the rules, lowered her head and placed her belongings, and then walked out. The last one hesitated, lowered his head, put the small bowl on the table, and didn't hesitate to talk to whom: "Childe, girl, the soup is ready, and it will be sent together." ”

Shen Yuan looked at the back of the little maid who hurriedly withdrew, and wanted to pour the bowl of soup into her.

The expression of the folding fan boy was not much better, as if he felt that he had no right to speak at this time, so he just stared at Shen Yuan and smiled ambiguously: "I didn't expect that this Leng Xiang Pavilion was so well arranged......"

"Shut up!" Shen Yuan's face was hot, and he quickly interrupted him, "It's not that you called Guanying first, so that others will think and think ......" The latter words, Shen Yuan really couldn't say anything in front of this person.

"Why?" The fan boy deliberately asked, "Do you think something embarrassing will happen?" ”

Shen Yuan's face turned red to the root of his ears: "Say whatever you want!" I poured. As he spoke, he took three steps and two steps forward, and then took the bowl of medicine.

Where would the fan boy give her a chance, and grabbed her sleeve: "Hey, Miss Yan'er is wrong with this." He didn't hide his smugness, and without saying anything, he grabbed the bowl and put it back on the table, pulled her into his arms, forcibly pinched her chin and said, "It's all sent, what's the matter?" I think you might as well drink it, don't waste this beautiful day. ”

"Why don't you drink it!" Shen Yuan was annoyed, and hit him on the wrist with his hand, and he also broke it hard, but unexpectedly, the disparity in strength was huge, and he almost fell down, and grabbed his shoulder in a hurry to stabilize it.