He Yan went to Pheasant University many times under the deception of Guo Jia and Cao Pi, but the taste was not the same as that of a serious university.
Now that there is such an opportunity in front of him, He Yan will naturally not refuse it!
After finishing.
He Yan raised his wet fingers and hugged Deng's mother and swore: "From now on, Deng Ai will be my biological son, He Yan!"
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He Yan didn't feel tired even after discussing his studies for several days.
It's just that he always feels as if he hasn't done anything.
It wasn't until Mrs. Gan's letter was delivered to his hand that He Yan thought of Zhao Yun!
"hiss!"
When he saw Zhao Yun again, his strong body was a little sluggish, which made He Yan wonder if Zhao Yun would really starve to death if he came a few days later.
"Is Zilong okay?"
Putting Mrs. Gan's letter and food box aside, He Yan began to look up and down.
When Zhao Yun saw He Yan, he wanted to snort, but because he was too hungry, what should have been a sonorous and powerful sound of disdain turned into a soft and cute snort...
He Yan opened the food boxes layer by layer, and a smell of grease wafted out from the food box along with the fragrance of grains.
A pot of rice wine, a roast chicken, and a bowl of corn.
"Get away! I won't eat it!"
Even though he had already reacted physiologically and the saliva in Zhao Yun's mouth was almost thick, he still rejected He Yan.
"Who gave it to you?"
He Yan looked surprised: "I just thought your environment would be good for you to come here to have a meal!"
Not to mention, the view of the residence Bian Bing arranged for Zhao Yun is really nice. When you look up, you can see two beautiful little girls...
He Yan admired the scenery, took out a chicken leg and put it in his mouth, bit off a piece and chewed it fragrantly.
Zhao Yun looked at He Yan coldly, already knowing in his heart what dirty trick he was playing.
It's nothing more than arousing one's greed, waiting until halfway through the meal and then stopping to force oneself to submit!
Even if he, Zhao Yun, starves to death! He will never eat a morsel of food from He Yan, the little thief!
However, the development of things obviously deviated from Zhao Yun's expectations.
He Yan fucked all the chicken until it was all wet, and even the chicken's butt was clean.
At the same time, the bowl of corn was almost finished by He Yan, and even the rice wine was almost finished...
"Hello!"
Zhao Yun stared at He Yan in disbelief: "You really came to my place to eat?"
"Why are you lying to me?"
After squeezing his greasy fingers hard twice, He Yan began to pack the food box and left Mrs. Gan's letter behind.
"Let's go!"
"Leaving?"
When He Yan really left, Zhao Yun swallowed and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the fragrance in the air.
Zhao Yun slowly unfolded the letter and was surprised at first, then fell silent.
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When He Yan came back the next day, it was the same food box again, but this time the roast chicken was replaced with sheep's head.
After continuing to feast in front of Zhao Yun without leaving any food, He Yan patted his butt again and planned to leave.
"Master He!"
Compared with yesterday, Zhao Yun's voice was weaker.
"What's wrong?"
He Yan sat down again and looked at Zhao Yun without smiling.
"Zhao Yun has read Madam's letter. Thank you Mr. He for taking care of Madam."
"but,"
"Zhao Yun has made up his mind! He will never do anything for Sikong or become an enemy of the master!"
Zhao Yun put his hands on his knees and saluted He Yan gently: "Please Mr. He, please fulfill Zhao Yun's righteousness. Either let me go or let Yun die here in Xuchang to repay Liu Yuzhou's kindness!"
If Zhao Yun had some resentment towards He Yan before reading the letter, it disappeared without a trace after reading it.
He, Zhao Yun, is not someone who wants to repay favors, and the grudge in his heart has long been resolved.
But the wife is the wife, and Zhao Yun is Zhao Yun.
If He Yan planned to use Mrs. Gan to persuade Zhao Yun to surrender, then he would be looking down on him, Zhao Zilong!
"Okay, okay, got it."
He Yan waved his hand impatiently: "It's always a matter of life and death. If you have to complicate a simple thing, can't you think of complicated things simply?"
"My request now is that you don't starve to death. Your request is that you don't serve Sikong and don't deal with Liu Bei, right?"
Zhao Yun hesitated for a moment and nodded uncertainly.
"Isn't that right? There is no conflict between your and my demands, so why do they have to be linked together to become a problem?"
He Yan slapped the table: "That's it! You and I agree to our respective requests. You eat and don't starve to death. How about I guarantee that you won't go to the battlefield and won't be Liu Bei's enemy?"
"you?"
Zhao Yun's eyes seemed suspicious.
Obviously, even if He Yan took good care of Liu Bei's wife and daughter, his credibility score with Zhao Yun was still negative.
"Just me!"
He Yan laughed angrily: "You also know my identity. After all, I am the grandson of the general. I still have some face!"
"And I'm not PUA, you... Ahem, I'm not belittling you. Sikong really doesn't know what you Zhao Zilong is capable of. There is no need to stop eating because of choking because of you. If you Zhao Yun dies, it will be dead. It won't cause much trouble!"
Zhao Yun's eyes seemed dim.
Indeed, compared with Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and even Mi Zhu Mi Fang beside Liu Bei, Zhao Yun is really too unknown.
"Young Master He has said so much, what exactly do you want Yun to do?"
"Eat well and then help me work!"
"That's it?"
"That's it!"
He Yan has endured Zhao Yun's arrogance for a long time: "Do you think I will throw you to Guandu to fight with Yuan Shao? Then let you imitate Guan Yu and kill one of the other generals?"
Zhao Yun's face turned red, but he still asked worriedly: "What does Mr. He want Yun to do?"
Seeing that Zhao Yun was already showing signs of giving up, He Yan's tone became more relaxed: "Just help me dig ditches, plant fields, and plow the land~"
"That's it?"
He Yan:......
He gave Zhao Yun another look, and He Yan suspected that the reason why Zhao Yun was kept by Liu Bei's side every day was solely to help Liu Bei cure his hypotension.
"So, this is a gentleman's agreement. If Sikong lets you go to the battlefield, then I will open the back door for you and let you go back to Jingzhou to live a hard life with Liu Bei!"
Zhao Yun nodded after thinking for a moment.
"That's right. What's the Han Dynasty, what's the world, what's the great cause, why is your own life so important?"
Pulling the switch on the food box revealed a small secret compartment that He Yan had never opened before. Inside, there lay a bowl of minced meat mixed with mutton.
"If you have just been hungry for a few days, eat liquid food first so that your stomach will not be easily irritated."
When Zhao Yun saw the untouched minced meat, he couldn't hold back his greed.
However, under He Yan's gaze, Zhao Yun still controlled his stomach, slowly raised the minced meat, put it in his mouth and took a bite.