Host, You're Targeted

It's another sunny morning.

Tingyuan sleeps to wake up naturally, turns over a body to pedal a foot, discovered that Yan Huai is not on the couch.

The room is quiet, there is no figure of Yan Huai.

Put a set of clean new clothes beside the bed, Tingyuan yawned and slowly put on the clothes, ready to find Yan Huai.

And at this time Yan Huai, is next door and TingYang to discuss court yuan's rite of passage.

This small town on the border of Qingqiu, because it has been on the border for a long time, still retains its original adult etiquette.

On the other hand, because there are too many people in the main town, things are easy to happen when they gather together.

In addition, there are still many young masters and ladies from rich families and nobles in the main town. Some young masters and young ladies are really too angry. It is more likely to cause problems if they are allowed to hold the rite of passage together with the children of ordinary families.

As a result, the main town gradually abolished the adult etiquette.

But there are such rituals on the Qingqiu border, and the adult ceremony in the border towns is just these days.

Yanhuai and TingYang are discussing how to cheat Tingyuan there.

If we told him that he was going to attend the bar mitzvah, there would be no surprise.

TingYang means to take TingYang directly without saying it.

"Don't you know, young master? No matter what you say, Tingyuan's child will obey unconditionally. Even if you don't say anything and say you want to go out, he won't ask any more questions. "

But Yan Huai thought it was impossible.

"No. Don't look at the way Ting yuan is usually careless and doesn't care about anything. In fact, he will think in his mind that if we take him out, he will think nonsense if we don't tell him. "

Yan Huai thumped the table and was too worried to know what to do.

TingYang stood beside him with his sword in his arms, staring at the beam above his head.

"Young master, don't think about it too much. It's not your style."

Yan Huai was about to ask TingYang what this meant when someone knocked at the door.

It's Tingyuan.

Tingyuan dressed, came to knock on the door to find Yanhuai.

"Brother TingYang, is the young master there?"

TingYang took down the sword in his arms and held it in his hand. He sighed and whispered to Yan Huai, "look, young master, the court yuan is coming. You can solve it yourself. I'll guard at the door."

Yan Huai curved his fingertips and knocked twice on the table, which was regarded as default.

Tingyuan didn't wait for a response for a long time. He was about to put up his ears and listen to the movement inside the door. The door was opened.

He nearly fell into Ting Yang's arms.

"Oh, Hello!" TingYang raised his hands and retreated, but also took a look at Yan Huai.

Oh, Hello, really. If Tingyuan were planted in his arms, he would not be chopped by Yan Huai?

Tingyuan waved his hands to stand straight, holding the door to retreat, and TingYang opened the distance.

"The young master is in there." TingYang touched his nose and walked to the side, making way for the court yuan to enter the door, "you come in, you talk to the young master, I have something else to do, go out first."

Court yuan also did not know whether Yan Huaigang had just seen him almost fall into the court yuan's arms, and felt his nose in embarrassment.

"OK, thank you, brother TingYang." Tingyuan is not polite enough to be himself, "brother TingYang, please walk slowly. Brother TingYang is working hard."

TingYang is also very serious, he clasped his fist and arched at Tingyuan, "it's not hard, it's not hard, Ting yuan, you've promoted me, you talk slowly, slowly."

Ting yuan: "it's OK

TingYang laughs and slams the door.

"Bang."