The sound of summer cicadas chirps tirelessly stirred the whole summer.

In Huaxuan Pavilion, Ye Hehua turned over irritably on the bed, the sun reached his buttocks, and he still shrank under the quilt and refused to get up, and only when his stomach growled, he was willing to get up from the bed.

Ye Hehua walked to the bronze mirror with his head downcast, stared at the half-crying and smiling heroic young man in the mirror, pulled out an ugly smile on his face, drooped his eyebrows, and sighed faintly.

A month passed, and after day and night disdainful practice, whether it was archery or martial arts, Yelu Zheng left him far behind, and even his brother-in-law, whose eyes were above the top, silently projected his eyes on him, and became less concerned about him.

Obviously, the two of them have the same effort, and Yeluzheng's results and progress are indeed five or six times that of him. It was not hard work but talent that he lost, and this realization made Yelu Zheng more and more frustrated, so much so that he recently began to slack off in practice.

Thinking of this, Ye Hehua sighed again, and asked sadly at the bronze mirror: "Bronze mirror, bronze mirror!" You said that if this continues, will my brother-in-law really take a fancy to Ah Zheng? ”

The bronze mirror stood silently, silently looking at the listless young man in front of him.

"Ugh." Ye Hehua sighed again, washed up and left like a ghost, and went to the cafeteria to eat.

The palace maid Ping'er saw Ye Hehua, who was late under the scorching sun, and hurriedly greeted him and complained: "The sun is on the top of his head, and the prince can be counted, breakfast has been heated on the stove several times, so that the slaves and maids are waiting."

"Ping'er is poor for you, if I sleep lazily, I will be nagged by you." Ye Hehua lightly hooked the nose of the palace maid Ping'er and said jokingly.

Ping'er led Ye Hehua to the house, took out the warm food in the pot and put it on the table, and reported: "Master Ma, let you go to him after eating."

"Oh, I see, you go down." Ye Hehua lifted his robe and sat down, calmly raised his hand to send the palace maid away, and said.

Ping'er didn't leave, sat on the stool, pushed the dishes that Yehehua liked to eat closer, put her hand on the table and flattered: "Prince, I have a request I don't know whether to talk about it or not?"

"What request?" Ye Hehua picked up the chopsticks, snorted and ate the still warm porridge, and asked without raising his head.

"Your good friend with Prince Yelu, can you introduce me to him as a concubine?" Ping'er said shyly, Ye Hehua raised his head, his eyes swept up and down Ping'er, shook his head and vetoed, "It's no fun."

"Why? I have both a body and a face, so why can't I. Ping'er shouted unconvinced.

"Ah Zheng, there are twenty-seven concubines in Beihan, all of whom are better looking than you. But now those beauties have also fallen out of favor, and Ah Zheng is now full of my brother-in-law. Ye Hehua picked up the pickled radish and said truthfully.

"Alas, why am I so pitiful, why is the horse lord more beautiful than a woman? It seems that I can only be a slave and maid for the rest of my life. Ping'er Gu Ying said with self-pity.

"Didn't you say you wanted to be a concubine for your brother-in-law before, why do you want to be a concubine for Ah Zheng now?" Ye Hehua asked quips.

"Master Ma never looks at me squarely, but Prince Yelu has a good personality, and he will talk to me with a smile every time.

Not only is he tall and handsome, but when he smiles, the sun shines brighter. I couldn't stop thumping in my heart, and the palace maids in the villa were all eager to give him a baby. ”

"Wake up, don't think about it!" Ping'er's face was full of, Ye Hehua finished breakfast, put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up and raised his hand to knock her on the head.

"Hmph, prince, you are jealous that Prince Yelu is more handsome and talented than you." Ping'er looked at his back and snorted dishappily.

Ye Hehua looked at the brilliant sun in the sky, and murmured with a bitter smile: "Isn't it?"

From childhood to adulthood, Ah Zheng was popular everywhere he went, and he has always been reduced to a foil.

Ye Hehua thought wildly, and when he walked to the door of Han Qing's room, he heard the wooden bed shaking violently from inside, and heard Han Qing's voice change his tone, and scolded: "Stinky rascal, you let me go!"

"If you call me husband, I'll let you go?" Yeluzheng slapped the prey's ass fiercely and said shamelessly.

"Get out of here!" Han Qing gritted his teeth and said, and there was another violent movement of the wooden bed shaking inside.

Ye Hehua pushed open the door and saw the familiar scene inside, the smile gradually solidified on his face, the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out for a long time: "Ah Zheng, you are fighting with your brother-in-law again-"

The two of them were fighting fiercely, and when they heard the sound, they instantly turned their heads, and there was no time to cover up the chaos on the battlefield.

Ye Hehua's breath was suffocated in an instant, the sky collapsed, and he drank with a stick in front of him.

"Hehua, you see that I defeated your brother-in-law." Ye Luzheng was not as flustered as Han Qing, controlling his prey, and sharing his joy with his friends in a hurry.

Han Qing looked at Ye Hehua for a few seconds like a defeated peacock, silently staggered his gaze, lowered his eyes and was silent, and his whole body stiffened to be slaughtered.

"Qingqing, I hurt so much when you clamped it." Jeruz felt that his cucumber was about to break.

"Hehua, you go out!" Han Qing saw Ye Hehua standing at the door, delaying his departure, feeling that he was being seen as a joke, and yelled angrily.

"Good ......," replied Ye Hehua as he turned stiffly like a soulless zombie, a hoarse voice rolling out of his throat.

Yehehua even forgot to close the door, shuffled with heavy steps, and walked sluggishly away from the sight of the two, leaning hopelessly against the wall, desperate and painful.

The movement in the room continued, the sound was so clear and piercing, and a resentment suddenly arose in his heart, targeting Ye Luzheng, it was more the subject who disappointed him - Han Qing.

I don't know how long it was, Han Qing walked into his life with gorgeous beauty and occupied a deep corner.

Han Qing is also a relative, a friend, a teacher, and a high idol, admiring his splendor, admiring his talent, and admiring his arbitrariness.

But, now.

Han Qing personally destroyed the spirit of his sustenance, cut off his yearning and pursuit, and threw himself into the dirty mud, which was simply unbearable, how much he loved him, and how much he hated him now.

Half an hour later, Yelu Zheng came out leisurely from inside like a well-fed guest in the kiln, and saw Ye Hehua who had not left next to the door, and his heart was unhappy, and his eyes darkened unconsciously.

"Hehua, don't you congratulate me?" Yelu Zheng straightened his sleeves, looked at his lost friend, and asked meaningfully.

Ye Hehua rolled his dull eyes, looked at his energetic friend, and said with a sarcastic wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "What else can I say."

"Hehua, I have something to say to you, you come with me." Yeluzheng walked in front with his head held high, and Yehehua followed behind with his head bowed.

Ye Hehua followed him to a no-man's land, and as soon as he looked up, Ye Luzheng punched him in the face.

"Ye Hehua, I warn you, stay away from Han Qing, don't think I don't know you like him!

You have repeatedly prevented me from approaching Han Qing, for the sake of you being my friend, I have not pursued it, and I have endured enough.

I'm leaving it here today, if you stop me in the future, don't blame me for being rude, be careful that we don't even have to be friends. Yeluzheng grabbed Yehehua's collar and glared at him with a malice in the eye.

"Huh...... Do you think you can control Han Qing? If I hadn't stopped you, you'd have been eaten by him without even a bone!" Ye Hehua laughed like a fool, punched Ye Luzheng's handsome face with a backhand, and said mockingly.

"What do you mean?" Ye Luzheng covered his face and asked suspiciously, but Ye Hehua was like a frustrated fool, waving his hand and no longer bothering to care.

Han Qing was very badly injured, and he lay in the bedroom for several days, Ye Luzheng went into battle in person, busy serving outside the room, but Ye Hehua always remained silent.

Han Qing was lying on the bed, eating the fruit fed by the palace maid, and someone was playing a small fan for him, not to mention how comfortable it looked. Yeluzheng lifted the curtain and came in happily.

"Fuck off, I don't want to see you!" Han Qing saw the haunting flies come in again, slamming the pillow on his disgusting face, and there was a heavy hatred in his fine eyes.

In the past few days, Han Qing's temper has been as bad as ever, or even worse, but Ye Luzheng is approaching it willingly.

"Qingqing, it's time to take medicine." Yelu Zheng took a hard pillow well, put down the fresh grapes indifferently, approached the beauty lying on the bed, waved away the palace maids on both sides, and stepped forward to coax him.

"Whether my wound is good or bad, you don't care." Han Qing picked up the fan and played the wind leisurely, thinking that the wound was made by this person with force, and his face became even worse.

"My good Qingqing, you are my sweetheart, I really didn't mean to do it that day, you haven't let me touch you, haven't I been suffocated." Ye Luzheng affectionately stroked Han Qing's back and said affectionately.

Han Qing angrily brushed his hand away, but Ye Luzheng came over even more sticky, and the whole person was like kraft candy stuck to him and said: "It's not good if you're angry, the wound always needs to be treated, if you're still angry, punish and beat me."

Han Qing didn't bother to do anything, it was still his hand that hurt it, and he held his chin and said with a smile: "Then how about you kneel on the ground and beat yourself to vent my anger?"

Ye Luzheng didn't say a word, he knelt on the ground with a puff, slapped himself loudly, scolded himself and said, "Call you to bully Qingqing!" Tell you to bully him and get hurt! Make him unhappy that you bully! Call him a bully......"

Ye Luzheng's handsome face, under the slap of one palm after another, became red, swollen and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Han Qing looked at Ye Luzheng with great interest, and felt that the play in front of him was really good-looking, how could anyone beat himself and scold himself, so ruthless!

"Qingqing, if you don't stop, I'll keep beating until you're happy!" Ye Luzheng was determined to ask Han Qing for forgiveness, as long as he didn't open his mouth and shouted to stop, he would not let himself go.

Until Ye Luzheng hit himself a hundred times, his face was so painful that he couldn't feel it, and he couldn't scold for a reason, Han Qing didn't stop, his heart began to gradually weaken, and he looked at Han Qing who was still watching the play from time to time.

"Hit, didn't you say I wouldn't be angry when I hit me? My anger hasn't died up yet! Han Qing leisurely played with the fan, looking at it and quipping.

Yelu Zheng's kneeling knees were numb, and his heart was miserable, but Han Qing didn't dare to stop before he said stop.

Han Qing looked at him suffering again, daring to be angry and unspeakable, his eyebrows and eyes became more and more happy, Ye Luzheng thought in his heart: Han Qing should not really think, let me beat myself to death.

The time was extremely unbearable, and Ye Luzheng gradually beat himself softer and lighter, and the words that scolded him in his mouth were just those few sentences over and over again, and even Han Qing seemed to be tired of it.

"Forget it, you get up." Han Qing looked at Ye Luzheng, whose face was swollen into a pig's head, and didn't bother to look at it.

"Qingqing, aren't you angry, forgive me." Ye Luzheng peeked at Han Qing, who was drinking tea, and asked cautiously.

"Well, if you want to kneel, you'll be able to sleep." Han Qing yawned, closed his eyes and rested his face on the pillow.

Ye Luzheng stood up cautiously, but unexpectedly knelt on his feet for a long time, and immediately fell on Han Qing as soon as he stood up.

"Why, haven't you knelt enough?" Han Qing opened his eyes unhappily by him, Ye Luzheng stared at a pig's head face, his eyes were innocent, and he got up in horror and apologized, "I'm sorry, my leg is numb."

"Fool!" Han Qing scolded and didn't bother to care about the man who fell on his back.

Ye Luzheng noticed that Han Qing didn't seem to be angry with him anymore, and his courage gradually grew, and he whispered sweetly in Han Qing's ear: "Qingqing, you feel sorry for me and my knees hurt, so you don't push me away, right?"

"Humph! I can't move, you don't have to be sentimental, while I'm in a good mood right now, I don't mind your offense, you can get up quickly. Han Qing said matter-of-factly, breaking Ye Luzheng's pitiful illusion.

"I will beat and scold you casually, and I will not be able to rely on you for the rest of my life." Ye Luzheng said tightly to Han Qing's ear.

"Fool ......" Han Qing felt the man's hot heart, next to his back, thumping, and scolded softly.